The shots came without warning, and nothing has felt safe since. In a quiet Minneapolis neighborhood, a federal immigration operation ended with a 37-year-old poet and mother dying in a hospital bed. Officials insist it was self-defense. Witnesses say the car was pulling away. In the days after Renee Nicole Good’s death, Powderhorn Park filled with candles, handmade signs, and fragments of her poetry written on cardboard and scraps of paper. Friends and neighbors remembered a woman who lent groceries without being asked, who stayed late after open mics to encourage younger writers, who managed tenderness even when her own...
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