His staff surround him, people I've worked with, people I thought I liked. They fidget, clearly uncomfortable. Their gazes shift from the senator to the police and the protesters growing more unruly by that moment. But they just stand there. They do nothing to help. And that's when it hits me. I'm just like them. Frozen. Afaird... And even though I'm here, I hid in the shadows. I have no sign. I have no voice. I'm still complicit. Not anymore.