Overwhelming nostalgia when I turned on the news about an hour ago only to find more protests and gun violence, this time in Texas. This photo was taken during the Ferguson protests in DTLA in 2014. I was walking the streets covering the Ferguson Police Brutality Protest's alongside the first arriving group of peaceful protestors. Sadly the LAPD arrived in full civil warfare gear, following orders to instigate the protestors using the force of over 500 officers. As the protestors split up to rejoin in front of city hall, I followed a small group of 30 protestors whom along with any passerby or spectator who happened to be standing at this particular intersection were all corralled in the center like chickens with no warning or time to disperse. Everyone and anyone ( including myself ) was arrested, hauled into bus's and sent to jail. Amongst those in my bus were leaders of activist groups from all over Los Angeles, young protestors directly affected by police brutality, a woman who had just finished grocery shopping, a man who lived down the street walking home from work and a couple homeless people. In the silence of the long ride, the fog of fear and frustration began to clear out when a young African American protestor began to sing " Freedom..Freedom...Freedom will show us the way. " while stomping his boots, others began to trickle in and the soft sung rhyme quickly turned into every person on the bus sparking a fire in their stomp and belting out at the top of their lungs a chant of courage, so much so that the sound of the officers yelling at us in the front of the bus was drowned out by this united single voice we all had made together. Hope, strength, courage, pride, unity, care and love for what we all believed in sent each one of us into our cells with our head held high. Unfortunately this story does not end with a quick release and a slap on the wrist. This first group of protestors I was with were held in the Downtown Los Angeles jail house until thanksgiving morning, after three days and two nights without any option for bail and not being given any information. As more and more protestors flooded the jail, food became scarce since they were not prepared to have this many protestors and bystanders for that long. We were quick to get organized, sitting around the main eating table introducing ourselves and getting a feel for who was there. A couple activists affiliated with latino organizations and one of the leaders of Black Lives Matter happened to be incarcerated with our first group and being lawyered up got her a fairly quick release. We asked an officer to write down all of our names, wristband numbers and phone numbers. Upon her release she organized lawyer representation for all of us and slowly we trickled out through out thanksgiving morning. It was outstanding to witness such quick unhesitant unity and helpfulness. Being arrested and held with no justifiable reason or lawful explanation, not only did I get a very small taste of what a huge amount of people go through on a regular basis in this country, I also witnessed some of the most enlightening and inspirational moments of unity, love and courage that will keep me motivated on this journey to help humankind. I took this experience as an opportunity to understand, learn, grow and help rebuild a more unified and strong global community. Raise your voice and know you are supported.