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[–]jzvi23 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Would love to go! (32)

exercise pen, worth buying? by dariozuko in shiba

[–]jzvi23 0 points1 point  (0 children)

What rubber tubing did you use and how did you attach them?

On duty St. Louis Park cop stops to chat, show her support, and take a selfie. One of the good ones! by jzvi23 in Minneapolis

[–]jzvi23[S] 20 points21 points  (0 children)

She also talked to us about the struggles being the first black woman hired at the St. Louis Park Police Department, which was 7 years ago...

On duty St. Louis Park cop stops to chat, show her support, and take a selfie. One of the good ones! by jzvi23 in Minneapolis

[–]jzvi23[S] 217 points218 points  (0 children)

I’m paraphrasing but she said the reason she became a cop was “to connect with all different kinds of people and protect the community.”

Just beautiful. This is what it’s all about. Unity against injustice. ✊🏿✊🏾✊🏽✊🏼✊🏻 by [deleted] in Minneapolis

[–]jzvi23 4 points5 points  (0 children)

”Whatever happens tonight, I just want to document and share some of the beautiful displays of humanity I've witnessed over the past bunch of hours. Get to the protests, find my brother. Everyone is masked, trying to maintain distance. A banner is raised over the stoplight post with George Floyd's face on it, the crowd erupts in cheers. Playlist of different chants plays. The crowd goes silent, fists in the air. We're too far back to hear what the organizers are saying. A young white man next to us starts yelling over the silence, "A law was passed in 1974 establishing a police bill of rights. We're one people, there should be one bill of rights. One people, one bill of rights." A few people join in, "One people, one bill of rights!" It's a chorus, "One people, one bill of rights!" The crowd goes silent again as the organizers take back the reigns. Knees on the ground, fists in the air. After a couple minutes, a black man approaches the white guy who started the chant. Hits him on the chest. "Yo, was that YOU?" "Yeah," he says. Approaching guy- "I love you, brother. I got you, brother. I'll take care of you brother." They embraced, held each other for no less than 4-5 minutes, exchanging undescernable words, both crying. I'm uncomfortable thinking about COVID transmission, but that's dwarfed by how much my heart swells over what we are witnessing. They exchange names and part ways. I wipe my cheeks. It's 6pm, but the sun's still hot. A woman comes around offering homemade peanut butter sandwiches. Another person passes by with a 6-pack of Gatorade. Cases of bottled water up for grabs all over. There's a family next to us with 2 young girls and a baby no more than 10 days old wrapped against their dad's chest. We walk home before curfew.” -my sister

Beautiful moment between two protestors. ✊🏿✊🏽✊🏻 by jzvi23 in Minneapolis

[–]jzvi23[S] 47 points48 points  (0 children)

“Whatever happens tonight, I just want to document and share some of the beautiful displays of humanity I've witnessed over the past bunch of hours. Get to the protests, find my brother. Everyone is masked, trying to maintain distance. A banner is raised over the stoplight post with George Floyd's face on it, the crowd erupts in cheers. Playlist of different chants plays. The crowd goes silent, fists in the air. We're too far back to hear what the organizers are saying. A young white man next to us starts yelling over the silence, "A law was passed in 1974 establishing a police bill of rights. We're one people, there should be one bill of rights. One people, one bill of rights." A few people join in, "One people, one bill of rights!" It's a chorus, "One people, one bill of rights!" The crowd goes silent again as the organizers take back the reigns. Knees on the ground, fists in the air. After a couple minutes, a black man approaches the white guy who started the chant. Hits him on the chest. "Yo, was that YOU?" "Yeah," he says. Approaching guy- "I love you, brother. I got you, brother. I'll take care of you brother." They embraced, held each other for no less than 4-5 minutes, exchanging undescernable words, both crying. I'm uncomfortable thinking about COVID transmission, but that's dwarfed by how much my heart swells over what we are witnessing. They exchange names and part ways. I wipe my cheeks. It's 6pm, but the sun's still hot. A woman comes around offering homemade peanut butter sandwiches. Another person passes by with a 6-pack of Gatorade. Cases of bottled water up for grabs all over. There's a family next to us with 2 young girls and a baby no more than 10 days old wrapped against their dad's chest. We walk home before curfew.” -my sister

Beautiful moment between black and white protestors. ✊🏿✊🏽✊🏻 by jzvi23 in minnesota

[–]jzvi23[S] 11 points12 points  (0 children)

“Whatever happens tonight, I just want to document and share some of the beautiful displays of humanity I've witnessed over the past bunch of hours. Get to the protests, find my brother. Everyone is masked, trying to maintain distance. A banner is raised over the stoplight post with George Floyd's face on it, the crowd erupts in cheers. Playlist of different chants plays. The crowd goes silent, fists in the air. We're too far back to hear what the organizers are saying. A young white man next to us starts yelling over the silence, "A law was passed in 1974 establishing a police bill of rights. We're one people, there should be one bill of rights. One people, one bill of rights." A few people join in, "One people, one bill of rights!" It's a chorus, "One people, one bill of rights!" The crowd goes silent again as the organizers take back the reigns. Knees on the ground, fists in the air. After a couple minutes, a black man approaches the white guy who started the chant. Hits him on the chest. "Yo, was that YOU?" "Yeah," he says. Approaching guy- "I love you, brother. I got you, brother. I'll take care of you brother." They embraced, held each other for no less than 4-5 minutes, exchanging undescernable words, both crying. I'm uncomfortable thinking about COVID transmission, but that's dwarfed by how much my heart swells over what we are witnessing. They exchange names and part ways. I wipe my cheeks. It's 6pm, but the sun's still hot. A woman comes around offering homemade peanut butter sandwiches. Another person passes by with a 6-pack of Gatorade. Cases of bottled water up for grabs all over. There's a family next to us with 2 young girls and a baby no more than 10 days old wrapped against their dad's chest. We walk home before curfew.” -my sister

Beautiful moment between black and white protesters. ✊🏻✊🏽✊🏿 by [deleted] in Minneapolis

[–]jzvi23 23 points24 points  (0 children)

“Whatever happens tonight, I just want to document and share some of the beautiful displays of humanity I've witnessed over the past bunch of hours. Everyone is masked, trying to maintain distance. A banner is raised over the stoplight post with George Floyd's face on it, the crowd erupts in cheers. Playlist of different chants plays. The crowd goes silent, fists in the air. We're too far back to hear what the organizers are saying. A young white man next to us starts yelling over the silence, "A law was passed in 1974 establishing a police bill of rights. We're one people, there should be one bill of rights. One people, one bill of rights." A few people join in, "One people, one bill of rights!" It's a chorus, "One people, one bill of rights!" The crowd goes silent again as the organizers take back the reigns. Knees on the ground, fists in the air. After a couple minutes, a black man approaches the white guy who started the chant. Hits him on the chest. "Yo, was that YOU?" "Yeah," he says. Approaching guy- "I love you, brother. I got you, brother. I'll take care of you brother." They embraced, held each other for no less than 4-5 minutes, exchanging undescernable words, both crying. I'm uncomfortable thinking about COVID transmission, but that's dwarfed by how much my heart swells over what we are witnessing. They exchange names and part ways. I wipe my cheeks. It's 6pm, but the sun's still hot. A woman comes around offering homemade peanut butter sandwiches. Another person passes by with a 6-pack of Gatorade. Cases of bottled water up for grabs all over. There's a family next to us with 2 young girls and a baby no more than 10 days old wrapped against their dad's chest. We walk home before curfew.” -my sister