On the last night of the only statewide curfew in the country, I left my house at 8pm and walked around my block, marking the time in chalk at each corner. This curfew came as an extreme state reaction to protests over the deaths of black and brown people at the hands of police. It was about silencing voices, especially black and brown voices and reintroduced the concept of Arizona as a “sundown state” unsafe for non-white people. As a white woman, I have the privilege of creating public intervention performances where I’m always aware of my non-threatening appearance. While as a woman I have to be aware of predatory creeps out there, I don’t have to worry about being stopped or questioned by police. Growing up, I had millions of advantages that I never realized, mainly that my presence in the world presented zero threat or discomfort to anyone.