A Reunion of Minnesotan Raised, Ethnic Minority Social Artivists Post George Floyd
How We’re Healing in This Moment.
When the pandemic hit I was a full time sex worker, a full time graduate student, single mother whose boyfriend was incarcerated in federal prison … and an intern. I was raised, went to school, and my home training sites as a developmental/elite athlete were in Brooklyn Park and Minneapolis. We grew up as people of color fully feeling and understanding that MPD and Bob Kroll were White Supremacists.
For my birthday this year, my closest friends from Minneapolis and I met up in Houston. We’re all BIPOC, Black or Korean, and have all since left MN.
One homie in particular, just the level of bond and embrace we share after witnessing him on the frontlines of George Floyd riots. I know we loved each other before, but this just hit different spending the week with him this time around. We were driving to the gym and I looked at him and said, “Whatever the collateral is on your soul; you know you changed the world. You made it better for my son.”
For him to look at me and say, “You just grew up to be this incredible woman,” I don’t know. It just left me feeling like the verse in 1 Peter 3:7.
