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I Live in Midway
May. 29th, 2020 08:31 am Last night, a huge chunk of my neighborhood was burned, some of it to the ground.
I'm not going to talk about whether or not looting is justified in the quest for justice, but I will say that I personally hold Minneapolis's District Attorney Mike Freeman responsible for fanning the flames that had already, literally, been spreading through Midway.
We are okay.
Of course we are okay. People weren't targeting houses.
It was a sleepless night for me and my family last night and I worried fires might spread by accident. We lost some really good places last night, very likely forever, including Bole, an Ethiopian restaurant that was a favorite for my family, particularly my extended, made-family. We'd had good times there, and it was a go-to place during the Thanksgiving holiday for us. It is GONE. The is nothing but a still smoldering husk there. I drove past it this morning, on my way to pick-up coffee in order to support my favorite coffee shop, Claddaugh, which was also looted last night (their smaller store had windows smashed and to-go cups taken.)
What kills me is that my neighborhood is barely holding on at the best of times and we have (or had, we shall see what can survive this,) such fun quirky places, like Axe Man Surplus and Midway Books, not to mention the hundreds of mom and pop Thai and other ethnic restaurants all up and down University.
I say all this understanding that George Floyd is dead, murdered by police.That that injustice continues just makes my grief deeper this morning.
I'm not going to talk about whether or not looting is justified in the quest for justice, but I will say that I personally hold Minneapolis's District Attorney Mike Freeman responsible for fanning the flames that had already, literally, been spreading through Midway.
We are okay.
Of course we are okay. People weren't targeting houses.
It was a sleepless night for me and my family last night and I worried fires might spread by accident. We lost some really good places last night, very likely forever, including Bole, an Ethiopian restaurant that was a favorite for my family, particularly my extended, made-family. We'd had good times there, and it was a go-to place during the Thanksgiving holiday for us. It is GONE. The is nothing but a still smoldering husk there. I drove past it this morning, on my way to pick-up coffee in order to support my favorite coffee shop, Claddaugh, which was also looted last night (their smaller store had windows smashed and to-go cups taken.)
What kills me is that my neighborhood is barely holding on at the best of times and we have (or had, we shall see what can survive this,) such fun quirky places, like Axe Man Surplus and Midway Books, not to mention the hundreds of mom and pop Thai and other ethnic restaurants all up and down University.
I say all this understanding that George Floyd is dead, murdered by police.That that injustice continues just makes my grief deeper this morning.
