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Minneapolis Was Burning Long Before It Was Ever on Fire

I’m numb to the fact that my city is in ruins

Minneapolis, Minnesota on May 30, 2020. Photo: Star Tribune via Getty Images

I grew up about 25 miles outside of Minneapolis. As a kid, going into the city was an exciting and welcome change from the tree-lined monotony of the suburbs. But my childhood memories felt convoluted this week as I watched my city and a beloved neighborhood turn into a war zone. I attended my…




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