This shit hits differently when you see images of your community in ruins.
There’s destruction and chaos everywhere. Affordable housing being burned to the ground. Businesses being broken into.
My husband Javier and I watched so many Facebook Live videos in horror. These were streets we’ve been to. Stores we’ve visited. Places we know like the backs of our hands.
Covered in flames, shattered, destroyed.
People are looting and vandalizing.
Today on Twitter I saw that the riots are spreading to Midway and Roseville.
In Saint Paul, #Minnesota there is a stand-off happening between the people and SPPD (with some Roseville cruisers also in the area).— Unicorn Riot (@UR_Ninja) May 28, 2020
Midway businesses such as Verizon, Noodles & Co., The Vitamin Shoppe have had their windows smashed. pic.twitter.com/aPSizw5obr
University Avenue, the epitome of economic disparity, is where I went to school. You can easily watch the suburbs become the urbs become the suburbs. It doesn’t take long to cross over the city border of Roseville.
And it’s not too far from Columbia Heights, where Philando Castile was murdered.
When it’s this close to home, it’s hard to ignore it. I don’t know what to feel.
Yes, we’re angry. We’re hurt. And it’s escalated into something so destructive that no one is being spared.
Is any of this behavior justified? I want to say no. I believe that there is a better way to respond to this injustice. And to the injustices that we’ve been facing for many, many years.
What can black and brown people do when the law continues to work against us? When the law continues to crush our necks and spines?
I don’t know.