The fatal shooting of Renée Nicole Good by an ICE agent has made terrifying family memories feel too close to reality
Last fall I stood on a train platform in Zbąszyń, Poland, where my father last saw his parents before he and his brother escaped on the Kindertransport. They survived; my grandparents and aunt were murdered. That history came back to me outside the Whipple Federal Building in Minneapolis, near Bdote, land stolen from the Dakota, where the U.S. once ran a concentration camp and now stages ICE operations.
From this building, an ICE agent murdered Renée Nicole Good, a beloved wife, mother, poet and caretaker. Instead of truth, our leaders lied and smeared her memory to justify terror against immigrants. As the daughter of a Holocaust survivor, I know how fragile justice is. Good’s death has shattered what my father taught me to hope for in America. We gather here to honor her, resist lies, and act—because our history demands it.