“What do I do if he stops breathing?”

“You know mouth-to-mouth?”

Her eyes got wide. “No.”

“Then you shout, ‘Who the fuck here knows CPR?’ until someone comes over.”

I could see that she was about to back off, so I said, “Come on, this guy needs you.”

“What about you?”

“I’m going to see who else needs help, because I do know CPR. Good enough for you?”

She wasn’t happy about it, but she knelt by the guy.

“What’s your name?”

“Lisette.”

“Lisette, you’re doing something important and good here, okay? Shouting at cops is fun and all, but ultimately, if you don’t stop to help some poor asshole who’s been mowed down by a car, can you really claim to be committed to any kind of social justice?” I wanted to be sure she stayed put.