Renee Nicole Good

I was leading the afternoon session in a room of Black clergy. I had been planning to announce happier news that our pressure on Avelo forced them out of the deportation business. But this breaking overshadowed it. I told them that an ICE observer in Minneapolis had been shot. They gasped. Somehow, the gasp was the first moment I realized we’re collectively holding a traumatic story. I didn’t have many details. I did not yet know her name: Renee Nicole Good. Or that she was a mother of a kid just about my daughter’s age. I didn’t know Renee’s mother’s description of her daughter as “loving, forgiving and affectionate.”