I am home and heading to bed to snuggle with my babies. Lake Street was pretty quiet tonight, in terms of protest or looting. Less quiet in terms of police. (See my earlier thread)

Really overwhelming sense along Lake Street area was of a bunch of people tensed and waiting for something that didn’t happen. Protesters. Reporters. Police. Neighborhood watch. All of us.

Case in point: a lot of the block defense groups we saw in Longfellow were ready for a fight. Barricades. Baseball bats. A shotgun. But with no threat, they were sort of turning into small block parties. Imagine a bunch of smiling, friendly neighbors wielding ball bats.

The other big thing I saw tonight was a city full of people caring for each other. We saw protesters working together to stop window breaking among their own. We were offered water bottles and shelter and food in several places ...

We saw people socializing in their yards. We saw them warning drivers away from places where police were shooting. We saw a bunch of strangers spring into action to protect and help @RyanFaircloth when he was bleeding. The bat wielding block parties wished us well.

I don’t know what it’s like in the rest of the city tonight. But this part that has been a very familiar part of my life for 16 years is, while broken physically, in good shape spiritually.

The other thing I heard from a lot of people tonight is that they want the focus back on #GeorgeFloyd, back on getting justice for him.