We watched as police murdered a person in the streets of Minneapolis.
Clear video. Shot by the people. Police brutality in real time. Excessive force without ambiguity. We’ve grown accustomed to seeing death unfold on our screens.
George Floyd.
His murder sparked national and international outrage. Black Lives Matter signs bloomed like daisies across suburban lawns, lamb’s blood on doorjambs, hoping death would Passover.
Solidarity—or precaution?
Renée Nicole Good was murdered on video, too.
Multiple angles.
4K clarity.
But this time, the outrage may not match the horror.
The Master’s whip is back. Fear has been reintroduced as policy. The threat is no longer rubber bullets or kettling, it’s knees shattered in the street, pardons preloaded, consequences erased. During the George Floyd protests, the man who once held a Bible upside down in the middle of the road reportedly asked his military leaders, “Can’t you just shoot them? Just shoot them in the legs or something?” This time he rules like a mad king. His appointed overseers whip has evolved lashes are now bullets.
Renée Nicole Good should not be dead.
Cruelty must be seen to function. That’s the point. The masses may murmur, but the groundswell will be managed. Contained. Kristi Noem has already labeled Renée a domestic terrorist. Language does the work first. Don’t believe your lying eyes.
We now live domestically in terror of ill-trained, pardon-carrying, mask wearing criminals with badges and a license to kill. Pointy hoods traded for neck gaiters.
For the white community, this should be the moment of recognition. Not because cruelty has suddenly changed—but because it has arrived at a doorstep once assumed to be immune. Many believed the violence was reserved for others, that the threat stopped at the border of race, protest, or dissent. It does not. Power trained in cruelty does not discriminate. When it turns inward, when it reaches white women in the street, it should trigger something more than outrage. It should ignite resistance.
They are fine with starving your children.
Fine with cruelty as governance.
Fine with bodies as warnings.
I care.
I care that Renée Nicole Good was murdered in the street.
I care even when caring is dangerous.
Still, a word of to my people stay out of the streets if you have a White Lives Matter sign, maybe plant it in your yard to show solidarity—
or maybe just as a precaution.
