I knew I must be there. When I first learned of the protest, I felt I must be where the action is. Not just by empty curiosity but by a sense of civic duty to document history as it happens. After the death of George Floyd, thousands descended from their lockdowns and marched their way on the streets of the major cities including New York. I saw firsthand the passion, creativity, resourcefulness and camaraderie of total strangers to each other in voicing out their righteous indignation against the existing racial injustice that has gone for far too long unchecked and unchallenged. I witnessed three protests and all of them were peaceful. This is the Black Lives Matter March, but the diversity of attendees was not confined only to African Americans. All people of colors and race were represented, impressively enough.