by Joy First
Xan began to sing the names of victims of militarized violence, going back and forth between the name of a drone victim, and then the name of a Black woman who was killed by the police in this country. After each name the crowd responded by singing, “We remember you” and a single drum beat.
After listening to the names for a few minutes, those of us who were going to risk arrest stepped off the curb and onto the road. We slowly walked towards the gate feeling the pain of living under a government that could commit these acts in our name. We took one step onto the base and were immediately taken into custody, handcuffed, and put into a police car.