Rode a crowded light rail train to what might be the largest protest in Minnesota history. Along the way, we sang the national anthem. At one point, the train passed a senior living building where residents lined the road, some in wheelchairs, holding up their own signs. No kings, no ICE, no war.
Category: Resist
No time for silence
My walk included a tutoring session at the Franklin Library and a bison melt at the Minneapolis American Indian Center. Along the way, signs reminded us we are well past the time for silence.
Contemplating compromise and conscience
At the Minneapolis Institute of Art today, explored German art from 1910 to 1945. In the foreground ‘The Fallen Man’ was created in 1916 as a memorial against war. Like other pieces in this gallery, it was declared ‘degenerate’ in the 1930s. Moving through the exhibit, I saw the contrast between artists who resisted and those who compromised their work.
A study of moral failure
Tonight, Macbeth on the thrust stage at the Guthrie. I asked AI to restate the first two acts as though Macbeth was you-know-who: ‘Listen, we’re going to make Scotland great again, okay? The previous administration—Duncan, total disaster—was weak. Very low energy. We’re doing a complete takeover, and frankly, the witches, they’re tremendous people, they saw the vision. They told me, “Sir, you’re going to win so much you’ll get tired of winning.”‘
Resilient minds
Back in the classroom today. As usual, I’m impressed by the positive attitudes of the adult learners, including these sentences they created. The exercise was to build a sentence containing “crowd out,” “territory,” or “foreigner.”
Bold sign, bold lunch
Took the opportunity while Dwight was seeing a friend to grab a spicy lunch at a nearby Thai restaurant. A “Private Property” sign on the door explicitly forbids immigration enforcement on the premises. The City of Minneapolis estimates that since December, ICE agents have caused well over $100 million in economic damage to city businesses and workers afraid to go to work, while straining city resources.
Stronger together
Walked over to Open Book for a cuppa. The folks at the Minnesota Center for Book Arts had been busy at the letterpress; a “please take one” sign sat beside a now-nonexistent pile of protest posters. It reminded me of our recent travels: whenever people asked where we were from, “Minneapolis, Minnesota” always drew a warm, informed response. “The US,” less so.
Extreme cold and extremist provocation
There are two reasons to stay inside today: first, it’s freezing; second, Proud Boys and other wannabes have come in from out of state to march through Downtown and harass the Somali-American community in the Cedar-Riverside neighborhood. Since some ICE goons are known to be Proud Boys, we can only hope they’re busy marching rather than abducting brown people.
This is not normal
We heard stun grenades in the distance as we lay in bed last night: ICE was showing their displeasure with citizens exercising their constitutional rights. At school this morning, a guard station had been set up to prevent goons from entering the building. We kept the classroom door locked. Some learners opted to join the classes remotely. As I left the building, a helicopter was circling just a few blocks away.
Voices against occupation
On my walk, I decided to pay my respects to the Father of Waters (statue) at City Hall. To my surprise, a press briefing was just starting, so I stuck around. I listened as local and state leaders bore witness to the violent ICE occupation of our city; instead of dividing us, their presence has only brought the community together.