A Minneapolis mother is dead, an ICE bullet in her chest,
and now the city is on fire. Federal officials call it “domestic terrorism.”
The mayor calls it “bullsh*t.” A grieving mom insists her
daughter was gentle, terrified, just trying to get away.
Video shows the car, the agent, the shots, and then sir… Continues…
In the days after the shooting,
Renee Nicole Good’s life has been reduced to a grainy video clip and a
political talking point.
But behind the headlines was a 37-year-old woman who wrote poems,
strummed a guitar badly by her own admission,
and tucked in a little boy who has now lost both parents before finishing elementary school.
Her mother remembers a daughter who always chose care work, who moved to
Minneapolis to build something gentler with her wife,
only to die a few blocks from home in a storm of gunfire and flashing lights.
Officials insist the ICE agent acted in self-defense after her SUV clipped him.
Her family hears only that she was “probably terrified.”
What remains is a child shuttling between grief and uncertainty,
and a neighborhood forced to replay the moment when federal power and human fragility collided.
Renee’s story lingers as a question: how many lives can be collateral before something finally chan.
