Dana, who shot the video, would later write to me:

My family and I attended the first vigil; we were “the only black family” as described. I felt out of place. In my own hometown. And then I felt unsafe. In my own hometown. I was advised to leave, to take my granddaughter away from the vigil, a prayer vigil. Can you even imagine that? We left.

At that point, I left. I had had enough, and increasingly people were talking among themselves to convince themselves Hampden wasn’t racist. A second vigil organized by Tariq Touré was about to begin in Mount Vernon, so I rode my motorcycle down there. When I arrive, the mood is very different. Somber. Reflective.