In the next picture in Vincent’s sketch book, he is being chased by cops at a protest. In the background, the White House, the Washington Monument, and the American flag all stood. They were uncolored like the clouds of tear gas that surrounded him. He ran strong with determination, and his hands were fists cutting through the air, while his long hair blew in the wind.

As someone who has participated in many protests, I realize how vital they are to advancing our personal freedom, advocating for social justice, and rallying against war, such as Vincent is doing in this picture. War, I believe, is the single must destructive thing on our planet, and I’m so proud that my brother was a part of the huge Vietnam antiwar movement.