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During the pandemic of 2020-2022, I was deeply affected by the killings of George Floyd, Ahmaud Arbery and countless others, a situation made worse by counter-protests against the Black Lives Matter movement. I felt that if people just understood the message of BLM—that all lives should matter—that things would get better. I had to do something, so I strapped a flag to the back of my Harley and rode up and down the eastern seaboard of the United States. The majority of responses were quite positive, but the further south I drove I felt my personal safety increasingly at risk.

I tried to get other bikers to join, and endeavored to create a buzz on social media with the hashtag #bikers4BLM, but I was ultimately unsuccessful.
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