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daenerys week

A small set of photos from last night in NYC.

Being a part of this, marching with close friends and strangers last night, and feeling the collective roar of pain and support for one another, was an honour I will never forget.

We marched from Union Square to Trump Tower, peaceful protestors blocking traffic to keep those of us marching safe from cars. We chanted in English, Spanish, and Lakota. We cried out for Muslim, black, queer, Native, Latinx, trans, female, undocumented lives, now more in danger than ever before. We brought Manhattan to a standstill for hours, and we did it peacefully, with no police interference, because this was by the people for the people.

No matter what this looks like, I’ve never been surrounded by such unfailingly polite people. I’ve never been apologised to by so many people for bumping into me. A girl next to my group of friends started passing out Snickers. A young man fell to the ground sobbing at one point, and everyone nearby swarmed to protect him from the oncoming march, to hold him while he cried it out.

Fredrik Carl Mülertz Størmer, nordlys, produksjon 1911 - 1922.