Gotta give those Portlanders credit. Keep up the good work.
By Katie Shepherd
PORTLAND, Ore. — Robert Dorris leaned against the door frame of his ground-floor apartment in Portland, Ore., on the same block as the police union’s headquarters, and watched silently as a crowd of black-clad protesters set fire to plywood in the street.
His neighbors watched from their balconies as the smoke billowed into the night sky. Some protesters below roasted marshmallows while others added fuel to the flames. More than 100 people were in the street, holding Black Lives Matter signs, dancing to music and singing protest chants. At the police union building on the corner, a small group of people hacked away at the plywood blocking the doors.
“You can’t control peoples’ anger,” Dorris said, as the fire flickered in front of him. “Black voices have been silenced. We’ve been screaming for years and years about police violence.”
The 63-year-old Black man gazed out at the largely White crowd of protesters and smiled, even as the smoke drifted into his home.
“Every other week it seems like they’re here,” he said. “I love it. Our voices were ignored. They’re being heard.”