Everyone should feel what it”s like to be “the other” – to look around and find yourself in a sea of unknown, to be the one without power, at the mercy of human kind and kindness.
During a soccer pitch dedication, a gift to Clara Town from the ruling Unity Party, a small group of young men were racing with a megaphone in hand, yelling words I couldn”t make it out through the distorting device. I saw their energy. I ran in close; I began shooting.
“FUCK YOU!” Over and over again. “Sorry. No pictures. I”m a friend.” It escalated. A crowd circled, drawn in by the tension, the conflict. Wanting to know what will happen. Quickly elders stepped in, the situation calmed, deescalated. It all happened in seconds.
I walked away – humbled, shaken, saddened and grateful.