"Santa Rosa" by Katherine Breeher
We were peaceful. A crowd of us simply standing in an intersection. None of us in riot gear. None of us are armed. None of us vandalized anything. We only would have stayed for 9 minutes. Instead, somebody tried to run us over like bowling pins. Plowing their car through a group of men, women, and children like a lawnmower cutting grass. Screams erupt. Then we were hit from the other side. Another lawn mower approaches, but instead of mowing us over, it stops. Not in a friendly move, but rather to exit and brandish his deadly weapon in our faces. We scatter like cockroaches. What makes his right to own that gun any different than our right to assembly? How much hate must one have inside in order to try and hurt so many people in one instant, people who have done no wrong?