There is a huge protest happening right now in my city. Tear gas was fired. It's on the verge of a riot. As scary as it is, I'm glad to see this many people in my Republican town, in the state that spawned Pence, a town that voted for and adores Trump, rioting over the murder of a black man. Hundreds of people are blocking traffic, chanting black lives matter. Then, my dad called to say it's like the 60s and reminded me that revolution is how change happens. I'm an emotional, blubbering mess.