On May 28, 2020, my life changed forever. I am the daughter of a Minneapolis police officer who has served for 24 years. My partner, the woman I love, is also a cop. The riots that occurred over the days before May 28 were destructive and terrifying. But for me they pale compared to what happened that night.
The first text came from my partner: "It's not good, Bri." The texts kept coming. My dad: "People are trying to take the precinct." My heart sank.
More updates: Situation worsening, crowd growing, anger, violence. Trapped.
I feared I'd lose my dad and partner on the same night. Was this really happening?
My dad reached out on FaceTime. "If something goes wrong, I want you to know you're the greatest thing that ever happened to me." I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
A few hours later, the precinct burned. Panic. Desperation. Until word came: My loved ones were safe.
The riots eventually subsided. The verbal and personal attacks have continued. This is the new normal for my dad and my partner: "A good cop is a dead cop." "How could anyone love you?" "You shouldn't be alive."
Knowing them the way I do, I assure you my dad and my partner are just like you and me. They're human, with good hearts. They care. They do good. Those awful words cut to the core.