MPD Fourth Precinct Pt. 2


Today the occupation of the MPD Fourth Precinct by members of Black Lives Matter Minneapolis, after the shooting and death of Jamar Clark, carried on it's fourth day of protests. Late in the morning hours the MPD raided the occupation forcing protestors out of the entry way to the building and staking out posts around the perimeter of the building. A call went out via social media for any and every body available to show up and take back the occupation. I was alerted that the officers were heavily armed prompting me to leave the course I was currently in (we were watching a documentary on Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Bonhoeffer would have demanded I leave...) early, grab my camera along with some warmer clothes and other supplies and hail a cab to the precinct.


Upon my arrival I was greeted by chanting protesters, arms linked, surrounding the building. It was cold and very wet but the occupiers remained unafraid and very ready. I took several photos before deciding to shield my camera from the rain and join the line. As I think about the strength and significance of community, I can say with utter certainty that today's events and the participation in them were one of the most divine and incredible experiences of community I have ever encountered. Throughout the afternoon leadership emerged where and when needed, jail support was written on arms, strangers ensured all had make shift bottles filled with milk and other substances to address incidents of teargas harm.


Together we demanded change and stared down several attempts by officers to disrupt peace and entice violence. We stood in unity and in that unity never have I felt more prepared and unafraid to encounter the threats that continuously awaited us.

The fight continues and as I write this post exhausted and with aching bones I know my brothers and sisters remain holding the ground of the people at the MPD Fourth Precinct. As I end this post and head to my warm bed for some much needed shut eye, I leave you with a few lines from a song that served as a marching anthem this day, written by Jayanthi Kyle, a Minneapolis based artist, titled "Hand in Hand".

The day’s gonna come when I won’t march no more
The day’s gonna come when I won’t march no more
But while my sister ain’t equal & my brother can’t breathe
Hand and hand with my family, we will fill these streets