My intention is to show people that even in the heart of the machine, we can reclaim space, power, and narrative

Maybe it was something more unsettling to a system built on control: freedom. I didn’t come with rage, I came with presence. By climbing that car, I didn’t just protest, I demonstrated what it looks like to rise above fear. To navigate the architecture of oppression with boldness, grace, and joy.

My joy is protest. And my faith is not in empire, but in the power of love, truth, and liberation. I don’t worship power — I confront it. Because Christ lives in the margins, and so do I.

I carry that truth in my body every day. When I lay myself across a police car, it’s not a performance — it’s a revelation. It’s a refusal to be erased. My existence is resistance.