On May 26th, 2020, Minneapolis was rocked again with yet another police killing of an unarmed black man, releasing the city and the nation’s sorrow, confusion, and, most of all, rage!
I watched as my people stormed the streets, uplifting their voices, raising their fist and asking for Justice.
I joined in as people express themselves through art on the walls of burned and looted buildings; as they littered the streets with flowers and hand-painted signs. As they came together and started pop-up food drives and essential giveaways around the city, to ensure no one in the went without.
I cried with them as we marched the streets and screamed his name over and over again. I ran with them when MPD chased us from our peaceful protest.
And, I was scared with them when a semi came barreling at us 70 mph.
Throughout all of this, there was one constant. One thing that rang out through all the confusion and sorrow. One thing that MPD, the national guard, or the President couldn’t take from us and that was Hope.
Hope for change. Hope for Justice. Hope for Hope’s sake.