WASHINGTON — On their fifth day of demonstrations, the thousands gathered to protest George Floyd’s killing literally hit a wall. A tall metal fence had gone up almost overnight to keep them out of Lafayette Square, and away from President Donald Trump.
They spent the next few days rattling the fence and the next few nights lobbing water bottles and shouting at law enforcement officers arranged in untouchable rows inside the park. The fence became a symbol of frustration about living unheard in America. Far beyond the metal links was a president they couldn’t see and who won election promising a different kind of wall.
But as the historic demonstrations in the nation’s capital stretched into their eighth and ninth and 10th days, something changed. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, the fence filled with posters and flowers and paintings and photos, all meant to honor Black men, women and children who have lost their lives at the hands of police.
Instead of serving as an obstacle to their message, the wall had become the message.
“Black people tend to take things meant to hold them back and turn them into things that make us stronger,” said Dayna Crawmer, who is Black, shortly after tying her own sign to the fence on Sunday. “And that’s what happened here.”
Some protesters painted elaborate scenes on canvas, some printed neat slogans on stiff paper, some just scrawled three words on cardboard — often, “I CAN’T BREATHE,” the collective cry of protest since Floyd died beneath the knee of a Minneapolis police officer on May 25. Some used tape, some used zip ties, some wedged cardboard corners into small gaps in the fencing and crossed their fingers.
Ashley Aakesson, a 48-year-old nutritionist from Falls Church, Va., hung her poster — “BLACK LIVES > WHITE FEELINGS” — because she wanted to help Washington residents reclaim their city. Justin Holliday and Douglas Sentz, two friends in their 20s from Dundalk, Md., affixed their signs to the wall to prove that the United States is still a democracy, and that they are still Americans.
“He put this out here to push us away, to divide us,” Pete Brennan said of Trump, shortly after adding his own poster. “But the people made it beautiful.”
For a time, the city reveled in that beauty. Mothers began using the wall to teach their children about racism, and police brutality, and what it means to be “complicit.” Someone slung a large “Black Lives Matter” banner across the fence so it blocked the White House from view, and Black fathers hoisted young children on their shoulders to pose for pictures.
Strangers, staring at the same posters, struck up conversations. They shared names and thoughts and fears and, sometimes, hope.
But it was not to last.
The National Park Service announced this week that it would take down the fencing in front of Lafayette Square by Wednesday. Officials at Washington museums — including the African American Museum of History and Culture — launched a last-minute rescue mission when they heard, vowing to gather mementos from the wall for the historical record. And as the sun rose Wednesday morning, demonstrators removed most of the signs from the fence to protect them — hanging some on a wall across the street, saving some for the museums and taking some home for safekeeping.
Twenty-four hours earlier, on the wall’s last full day of existence, people wandering by had prepared for what they felt was a loss to the city. In the middle of a workday, in a town famous for its frenetic pace, many adopted a hip-rolling stroll, stopping every few feet to take or pose for photos. Joggers and bicyclists stopped, wiping sweaty brows and peering closer at the words on display.
Many lingered by certain signs:
A poster with Floyd’s final 84 words, including “Mama” twice and “Please” 12 times.
A sign that said, “If you think your mask makes it hard to breathe, imagine being black in America.”
Another that said, “Even the old white suburban guys are angry now!”
And still another: “Until now, I didn’t try to understand. Not really. I’M SORRY.”
A few days before, Crawmer, a 34-year-old dance studio owner from Frederick, Md., had stood feet away from that sign, adjusting her own two slices of cardboard so they hung straight. Her posters made musical references: “Come together right now over me” and “Raging against the machine.”
Crouching on the ground to her left, her husband, Stephen Crawmer, an air conditioning technician, put the finishing touches on his sign, which declared, “2020 Vision.” He fumbled with the zip ties stuck in his pocket. He always kept a few on hand for his job, and now they’d proved unexpectedly useful.
It was late afternoon on Sunday. The couple had arrived at Lafayette Square a few hours earlier for their first day of protesting, expecting to find a barren and forbidding metal fence blocking their path to the White House.
They’d watched the wall go up on CNN, shaking their heads. Dayna Crawmer wondered why the president wanted to protect himself from the people he was supposed to lead. Stephen Crawmer joked that Trump must feel triumphant: He’d finally erected his long-promised wall, even if it was in the nation’s capital, not along the U.S.-Mexico border.
The Crawmers decided to add their own posters to the fence without any discussion. It was the first thing they said to each other, simultaneously — “We’re gonna put our signs there” — when they arrived at Lafayette Square and spotted what looked like an impromptu art gallery from afar.
The couple agreed to spend a few hours marching around first, hoisting their signs into the air and chanting. But soon, they grew worried that there would be no space left if they waited any longer.
Pete Brennan and his younger brother, Liam, also strolled the streets for a while before adding a poster to the collection. But unlike the Crawmers, they weren’t chanting or marching: The two, who are Black, just wanted to walk and look.
It had been a tough couple of months. First, Pete Brennan, a 24-year-old web developer, was forced to move back in with his parents and 16-year-old brother to ride out the pandemic in the family’s home in McLean, Va. Then George Floyd died in police custody, the nation erupted in rage and pain and rioting, and Pete Brennan’s white friends began messaging him to ask about “the Black experience.”
Pete Brennan didn’t want to talk about that. He’d rather discuss the underlying structural problems and policy issues referenced in the slogan scrawled across his black-and-white paper poster: “Invest in community resources,” it read, “not militant law enforcement.”
And sometimes he didn’t want to talk at all.
Now, he walked slowly beside Liam Brennan, gripping his sign and searching for a spot. They did not discuss what they were seeing. They were saving that conversation, Pete Brennan said, for when they got home.
The brothers had already made one full circuit of the wall, and the sun was starting to go down. Pete Brennan knew he had to leave soon, but he didn’t have anything to hang the poster with — and then he had an idea.
He knelt and slipped one edge between two poles that divided two segments of fence. The sign stuck out at a right angle, seemingly ready to blow away, its message visible only if you walked toward it from the east.
“That’s a bit janky,” he told his brother, “but hopefully it will hold.”
By the next day, someone else had affixed it tightly to the fence with clear tape.
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The Washington Post’s Matt McClain contributed to this report.