Last Wednesday I was walking the streets of Washington DC armed with my camera on my way to the White House. I was following the protests that for more than 10 days have been marching for justice for George Floyd, a Black man who died after officer Derek Chauvin kneeled on his neck while he was handcuffed on the ground, shouting that he couldn’t breathe. I was waiting for the traffic light to change on the corner of Constitution Avenue and 15th Street when I ran into 3 young women holding signs that read “If You Are Neutral In Situations of Injustice, You Have Chosen the Side of the Oppressor,” “End Police Brutality, Black Lives Matter, No Justice, No Peace!” An African-American driver shouted to the girls “Yeah! Black Lives Matter!” “Shut up! All Lives Matter!” the Black woman sitting in the front snapped at him while smiling at me. But let’s be honest, all lives matter? Of course, but not until Black lives matter.