When walking even a half mile from the protests your eyes begin to water, the smell of RoundUp creeps up your nose, your throat inches, then burns. Chants billow towards you: “Whose streets…. our streets.“ Goggles soon become a necessity. Two masks help shield your throat from the invisible, sharp air, and as the first […]
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Night 57: Federal Troops, Tear Gas, and the Clash for Power
Scenes from the front lines of the 57th night of the Portland protests
