As vehicles were overturned, police fired rubber bullets and tear gas, and a police precinct erupted in flames on Thursday night in Minneapolis, photographer David Guttenfelder heard someone shouting: “We’re hurting. We’re hurting.”

Those words seemed to bore through the chaos.

Protests in the city had been raging since Tuesday night, a day after an African American man named George Floyd died as a Minneapolis police officer knelt on his neck for nearly nine minutes. The protestors—across race, age, and socioeconomic status— gathered outside the precinct where the four officers who arrested Floyd had worked before they were fired for their roles in his death. Some were peaceful. Some were not. They were angry, sad, and most of all, hurting.

“There’s not one