Horrific scenes have been coming out of North Dakota these last several days, where the battle is ongoing to stop the Dakota Access pipeline. On Sunday night, police turned tear gas and rubber bullets on hundreds of unarmed “water protectors”, as those taking on the pipeline prefer to be called. They deployed water cannons as well, in temperatures well below freezing.
As the gathering crowd grows I hear someone try to get my attention from behind the police line.“Mr. Beckham?” He asks just loud enough for me to hear. The boy is no younger than fifteen, and has familiar eyes. Terrified eyes. Just like the man from earlier.Not again. I sprint over, trying to be causal so he doesn’t try anything stupid. He holds up the button but his hand shakes. Unlike the old man he doesn’t break down and cry, he just stares until I meet him.