In the aftermath of the killing of 18-year old Michael Brown by police officer Darren Wilson, the streets of Ferguson have borne witness to different kinds of hurt. Some of the people photographer Benjamin Rasmussen interviewed spoke of being physically assaulted and hurt by the police. Many still sting from the memory of tear gas. Even more bear more psychic wounds: sympathetic pain for a mother who has lost her son; the emotional injury of seeing an American street transformed into what looks like a foreign war zone; the seething over perceived years of racial and economic injustice. The protests may end but the hurt will linger.
Meldon Moffitt – 42 from Ferguson, MO
Last night was a peaceful protest, but somehow these officers feel like they have to control what are doing peacefully and they moved in on us. They arrested me, put me to the ground and put these wire handcuffs on me. They took me to the command center up by the Target and let me sit in the van for at least two hours with some other guys that they arrested. I got out by about 4 this morning. I haven’t been home, I haven’t had a wink of sleep and I am not going anywhere. I am going to be here until I hear that word, “Guilty”.