We were driving down Woodward Avenue in Detroit to check on the water ice shop, my nephew and I, two white men in the front of an old SUV. This was late Friday night, around 10:30. The air was warm and humid, and there were a few people still walking the big avenue.
Suddenly, there were A LOT of people. They crossed at the light directly in front of us, and as the light changed they kept crossing. Protesters, many in black T-shirts. Some carried signs. Most were chanting, "No justice, no peace!"
We waited. The light changed again. Still more people. Many young. Mostly African-American.
"No justice, no peace!"
The light changed again. The...