Monday, I woke up at six in the morning. After dropping my mother off at work, I had this heart feeling telling me to go take pictures downtown. I saw businesses already boarding up their buildings as a precaution for rioting and looting. It felt as if they knew something we didn’t know–but they didn’t. They were jumping to conclusions.
The day of the election, I was hit with the question of, “Where does my life go from here?” I began to feel terrified, thinking, “Will my rights be stripped from under my feet?” I left my crowded apartment for some fresh air and walked to the beauty supply. When I noticed the owner boarding up the windows, it made me question why they were afraid of the people they turn around and take money from.