Shadows Over Minneapolis Streets
In the days that followed Renee Nicole Good’s death,
Minneapolis learned how quickly familiar streets could feel foreign.
Federal agents stood where neighbors once waited for buses.
Surveillance towers blinked where children used to play.
For many residents, the question was no longer just what had happened to Renee,
but what was happening to their city—and who, if anyone, was still in control of it.
As Washington floated the specter of the Insurrection Act, every siren sounded heavier,
every helicopter more ominous. Yet amid the fear, people kept marching:
clergy locking arms with students,
nurses handing out masks and milk for burning eyes,
lawyers scribbling hotline numbers on cardboard.
Minneapolis did not resolve the nation’s deepest conflicts,
but it exposed them. In the tension between order and justice,
one truth emerged: a city watched is not the same as a city heard.
