My feet hurt. My brain is scrambled. I am not home, but I am now safe in an apartment downtown. Running around all night treating person after person. Treating small children who were gassed by cops. Young people lost and scared and having asthma attacks. One man who was shot by a live round. So many people just terrified.

They fired on peaceful protesters, yet again. Cops antagonized and herded people into harm's way. They fired teargas canisters on our medic stations repeatedly. One was launched directly at me as I was running to go give someone care, even though I was clearly marked as a street medic with a huge yellow cross on my chest. This was right before a woman came running at us with her infant, desperate to get literally anywhere away from the gas that kept coming and coming.

This is why things get broken. Because a mother finds herself cornered by cops with teargas and her screaming baby in her arms, and the door in front of her is locked but can be shattered.

Don't let anyone who wasn't here say a single word about what people should or should not have done these past few days. The streets became unsafe because the cops made them so.