This image should win a Pulitzer. Initially, I thought it was Dave Killen's a friend of ours who is an award-winning hometown photojournalist, whose work expands across the globe, but he believes it may be Mathieu Lewis-Roland's.

The lovely mother in the image is not identified to me at least but she took part in the 'Wall of Moms' peaceful protests in the very active summer of 2020.

She is an example of a PEACEFUL PROTESTER WHOSE RIGHTS WERE **ACTUALLY VIOLATED** BY FEDERAL SANCTIONED OPPRESSIVE CONTROL DEVICES.

The woman in the image was protesting well within her civil rights, she was not destroying property, she was not harming others, and she is a hard-working citizen and mother who cares very much for her Country, her State, her City, and her communities.

She took time to research the causes she was protesting about, understood on a keen academic level who she was up against, and was respected by her community.
She used all manner of thoughtful protests aside from physical presence. She was invoved in community initiatives and writings. The outcome was what was important to her. Not a flash-in-the-pan destructive party to get out aggression.
She never made it about her, her end goal along with her comrades on the front lines was to make a statement in response to grave unrest and terrifying new inroads of Federal rot that seized the country and hopefully agitate for change.

Trump sent forces from the Department of Homeland Security (DHS), the U.S. Marshal Service, U.S. Customs and Border Protection (CBP), and the Federal Protection Service to Portland, appearing at the U.S. courthouse, where they were told to protect federal buildings. Instead, they fired pepper spray or tear gas at protesters, who did not cross the barrades protecting the Federal building, nearly killing one protester, and tossed around mothers, from the Wall of Moms (where this image was shot)
This moment was a clinch point, it was the first time a militant President of the United States sought to engage in fear tactics to protect his ideation under the false guise of bringing law and order to Portland, a sanctuary city.

When an unrest happens, I think of her. I think of some of my friends who also appeared that summer in peaceful organized demonstrations. I think of the true inertia, and effort that went into their stories, and the very cost to them. Above all I love them, for keeping the focus on the cause, AND I'm betting if I ran into her and chatted over a cup of coffee she would tell me about everything she'd done since then to continue her mission.
My great love and thanks to her, her comrades and that photo journalist who brought this powerful image into rotation.