I broke a tooth last week. Never done that before, but with everything breaking right now I figure it’s par for the course. My body tends to get upset when the whole is ignored for one part. So I think my teeth were like, “Fuck your boobs. Pay attention to us.”
Mission accomplished.
Anyway: no pain, no blood, no nothing. So I held off going to the dentist until yesterday. But that trip brings up a good point I wanted to make.
My dentist (who I have been going to since I was little) is located on Nicollet, about a block away from where Alex Pretti was murdered. That’s them in the above photo (credit to photographer Phillip Chung who’s been documenting activity in the metro).
I feel like people (even some Minnesotans outside of the metro) envision Minneapolis as some sort of raging war zone with roaming gangs of Somalis workers and angry pink-haired lesbians blowing whistles. Aside from the fact that the block on Nicollet where the shooting occurred was blocked off (by the city, not Mad Max marauders), it was just another day on Eat Street. A somber one, perhaps. Not as vibrant as usual—the smell of delicious food wafting through the air wasn’t as prevalent. But just… a Monday.
ICE came in to a quiet state with quiet Mondays, caused absolute chaos and terror, and are currently here until… what? The body count gets too high? The American public completely rebels? Trump declares himself the King of Mars and attempts to walk there? Because I’m not sure they even have an end game, and certainly not one related to immigration. So at this point literally no one knows when or how this ends.
And that’s the scariest part.