ICE killed a woman in Minneapolis. They’re emptying the country like it’s nothing more than pouring a bucket of water back in the river. I wonder what kind of life you have to have in order to think you’re being heroic. Maybe you read about American slave patrols when you were a kid, heart wishing it could’ve been you separating those bathrooms. What kind of meaningless existence it must be to find purpose in murdering people. How bleached your soul must be. After they kill a person, after they grab them from the streets and throw them into a secret and an unmarked grave, do they put their hands together? Look up, thank God they had the strength?