A Change Gotta Come: Informal Integration

As I was walking down West Florissant Boulevard toward the protest, I was met by a black female protester who cautioned me on her way out. This dynamic had become common—that is, protesters informing one another about things transpiring at scenes of protests, especially if someone appeared to be just arriving. Inversely, if opportunity permitted, newly arriving protesters would ask those who appeared to have been there for a while about the state of things “on the ground.” These short, impromptu exchanges occurred in a manner similar to police briefings and likely more fluidly. Protesters were shifting in and