Oodles of people, joined by a coalition of religious organizations, gathered at a nonviolent protest in front of the wedding cake-like architecture of Pasadena City Hall. We were there protesting the murder of George Floyd and many others. It was the end of May, there was beautiful spring weather, and I was standing front and almost center. I remember wondering, âIs my face being scanned by someone?â Probably. I had friends who didnât want to attend because of that very reason. Â I would not let anything prevent me from being in the socially distant and masked crowd of thousandsâpeople of all colors, ages and sizes. I exulted in the excitement; the fierce calls for justice; the wafting odors of shampoo and aftershave; some peopleâs dogs decked out with protest harnesses. We were chanting, singing, being together. There was nothing obvious to fear from the crowd. Surveillance? Thatâs not so obvious, a frightening factor that goes beyond protests. Which brings me to the striking new documentary film âCoded Bias.â