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This weekend, my daughter sent me a video that was going around social media. In it, a man is being beaten on Chicago Avenue in Minneapolis by five Border Patrol agents. He’s being repeatedly kneed in the face by one officer, held down on the street by four others. He is bleeding badly.
“That’s you, right?” she asks me.
It is me. She recognized my voice in the crowd, and knows that I work at a nonprofit on Chicago Avenue. I have a very similar video on my phone, though I have not shared it publicly.
On the morning of Jan. 9, I was at work, in a virtual meeting discussing donor stewardship, when I heard whistles. I went outside with a co-worker and this is when, some would say, we became protesters, rioters or agitators. We stepped out the front door of our office, walked to the sidewalk and suddenly, we were a part of a crowd.
There is a perception that those of us who are shouting on the sidewalk when ICE is present are extreme activists or radical leftists. That we are agitators — unreasonable people. That may be true in some cases — there are always going to be extremists. However, I want to remind readers that it is not extreme, it is not radical, to watch someone being abused and fail to remain quiet.
We watched ICE agents, one of whom caused a three-car accident on a busy city street in order to stop the man he was pursuing, throw a young man onto the street face down, hold him down with their knees and beat him.