Twelve days later, I woke up to forceful knocking at 6 in the morning. The men at my door identified themselves as federal agents and claimed they held an arrest warrant for me, Georgia Fort. I began to pace back and forth, unsure if what they were holding was a legitimate warrant. I had already prepared myself for the possibility of being arrested, because of the amount of publicity around the church protest and because of threats to arrest Don Lemon, another independent journalist who covered the protest. Still, nothing prepared me for the terror of the moment. The agents continued to knock and demand that I come out. My mother was with me; through the door, she told them I would come out if we could send a copy of the warrant to my lawyer to verify its legitimacy.