Rei headed out to the city, mobilizing yet again for another pro-Palestine protest! Thousands flooded the city once more! The meetup spot was somewhere on Wall Street. That area has always felt so heavy and unsettling…


Crowds of protesters started to march. She noticed someone amongst the crowd—a TikToker she admired for their utilization of social platforms to vocalize humanitarian situations. She approached and introduced herself. It was always easy to partner up with someone at a protest; our community focus is to protect each other.


For the rest of the protest, they stayed together, conversing about deep topics and issues. Protesters tried to once again escalate and march over the Brooklyn Bridge. This time, though, hundreds of riot cops blockaded it and started mass arrests.


Rei and her new comrades noticed that half the protesters made it to Brooklyn from the bridge, so they overtook the trains to unite the movement. It always felt increasingly powerful, making sure the masses were listening.


They made it to the Brooklyn Museum, arriving to speeches from the organizers. Rei’s attention was grabbed by someone handing her a little square of fabric. She grabbed it, closely looking at it. “IF I MUST DIE, YOU MUST LIVE” was written on it with red paint. With it was another piece of paper with a poem on it.