A mask is supposed to protect.
Now it’s used to erase.

Erase names. Erase accountability. Erase the line between law and threat.

You don’t need a badge to terrify a neighborhood—you just need a face covered in black fabric and a van with no plates.

I see echoes of history in this image. Not the good kind.
The kind where men hid their faces to make people disappear.
The kind where authority didn’t ask—it just arrived, and demanded silence.

These aren’t arrests. They’re messages. Warnings painted in fear.
Don’t ask. Don’t speak. Don’t be visible.
Especially if you’re not white. Especially if you’re not “from here.”

They say they’re protecting us.
But who protects us from them?