I imagine that James is feeling empowered by the company of individuals supporting #BlackLivesMatter. However, I assume that he is deeply wounded as were his ancestors in the same fight. This tireless fight that has conjured up wisdom and patience. I think James knows that he is strong, his ideas are valid, and that no matter what he and his people will prevail.

I imagine that Tim is frantic, in the middle of trying to protect these people, aid in saving this man’s life, and wondering how this could have happened in his city? He is probably on high alert, looking around to make sure the scene is safe. What could happen next? Could it possibly get worse? What this was my family member? How can I, as a white cisgendered American, help these people fighting for their rights?

Thinking as if I were Jack, I would be feeling the rush of likeminded people in a world that generally does not agree with him. All of the Trump propaganda and misinformation on the good of white nationalism is rising to the surface. It looks like this is the first time he’s had the ability to release his aggression, thoughts, and fears onto others. It’s extremely frightening yet liberating for him.