By Tuesday afternoon, the intersection of 38th Avenue and East Chicago Avenue where George Floyd died had become a kind of shrine. People — black and white — trying to express something, trying to see something, perhaps trying to wrestle with their feelings.
It was so much a space to see and be seen, to emote and to engage with those of like minds, that a kind of photo backdrop — a black-and-white image of George Floyd’s face on plywood — had been stationed on the street. As Kendrick Lamar’s “Alright” played on a loudspeaker, a line formed. Many posed and smiled.
But when Corey Yeager, a black man and psychologist for the NBA’s Detroit Pistons, approached with a group of young black men clad in T-shirts emblazoned with the words “I Can’t Breathe,” all five, ages 12 to 19, knelt and raised their fists.
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