Minneapolis is cracking open.
One woman dead, a man bleeding in the street, a college student half a country away losing his sight for daring to stand there. Each clash between ICE and protesters feels less like law enforcement and more like a test of how much a city can endure before something fundamental shatters. Two governments, one street, and a nation watching the line sh… Continues…
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