We told you this would happen.

I am not allowed in any way whatsoever to articulate the word – Antifa – anywhere in the New York Times. My voice is always shut down, and shut down again.

We told you this would happen.

And now it’s happening while the status quo mainstream journalists stand around watching it as if in shock.

I have traveled on the back of a motorcycle all summer to every single riot in America. Every riot everything. I am writing, and taking videos, and photographs in what is called a Bearing Witness. There is no end game. Everything is now.

Name me one mainstream journalist who has done this. My tiny little camera fits into the pocket of my hoodie. The cops have tried to grab it many times.

Antifa. I hold on tight. Last night, we slept on the floor of a motorcycle garage. We are serious people. While the rest of America cowers in their beds. Get out from under your covers and get into the street. Your jobs. Your homes. Your communities. Your schools. Your children. Your lives. Your government. Your country.

It’s all going down the drain. All you have are a few days. I do not believe you can rise to the occasion. It’s now or never. Go look outside your windows.

This is how it looks, America. This is how they win. And the regime knows exactly what they are doing. They are not afraid of you or your systems.

Every riot speaks in tongues of rage. Every riot sings in different notes. There are nuances. Every riot is an open wound.

Antifa.

Now, go.