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‘No hate! No fear!’ They began shouting. Before I made it much further, someone—or something—hit me hard in the back of the head. I was nearly knocked to the ground from the impact. Never having been in a fight, I naively asked myself in the moment: ‘Did someone just trip and fall into me?’ Before I could turn around to look, a sea of bodies dressed in black surrounded me. In the background, I could still hear the crowd chant, ‘No hate!’ Ironically, all I saw next—and felt—was the pure embodiment of hatred. (en) |
