The lockdown is easing, and we’re in a yellow zone. Pretty soon, we’ll be green. The world is waking up from this surreal experience. I was looking forward to a beautiful, lazy, soft open after this social slumber, but it wasn’t so. In the past 12 days, the resentment towards social-distancing has morphed into a collective outrage towards social injustice. And rightly so. The mask that helped us from breathing in the virus has suddenly become a symbol of widespread protests representing the quote, “I can’t breath,” painfully spoken by an African American male while a white policeman was pressing his knee on the victim’s neck.