[Dec 8, 2014]
As I laid out on the cold, hard concrete for 4.5 minutes, I began to weep. I was not anticipating the Yale Law School die-in demonstration having an effect on me, after all, I had both organized and participated in many protests throughout my young life. But there was something about staring at the infinite sky that brought stinging tears to my eyes.
And when I say tears, I mean sniffly, chest-heaving, uncontrollable weeping.
It was during this time that both simultaneously and instantly, two hands on either side of me caressed my arms to console me.
The hands of relative strangers let me know that they heard me and — in the spirit of this movement — wanted me to be able to breathe.
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