How much can a city take?
I live in Minneapolis. I grew up not far from here, in a suburb of St. Paul; after stints on both coasts, my wife and I settled here to raise our daughters in a freezing state that had always welcomed us warmly. As the ongoing occupation by over 3,000 ICE agents stretches into its third week - with no clear end in sight - I've received a steady string of messages from increasingly concerned friends across the country. They all start the same way: Uh... is this really as bad as it looks from the outside?
My answer to that question is easy: no, it's worse. Not since the pandemic has my daily life been ruptured in such a frightening and surreal ...