Author of DISCIPLES OF WHITE JESUS: The Radicalization of American Boyhood (March 25, 2025) - AVAILABLE NOW! Order on Bookshop Barnes & Noble Comma (Minneapolis)
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THE TRUMP ADMINISTRATION IS NOW ATTACKING MINNEAPOLIS WITH INDICTMENTS
MSNOW
JUNE 22, 2026
I hope people outside the Twin Cities look beyond the headlines and find out more about these 15 people, my neighbors. I hope people remember that while 15 have been charged, many thousands more of us stood together in solidarity with our immigrant neighbors. Millions more people across America are doing the same thing, not out of a desire for violence or chaos, but truly out of love.
They can’t arrest us all.
I’M A MINNEAPOLIS PASTOR. I THINK THE PEOPLE WHO STAGED THAT VIRAL CHURCH PROTEST WERE RIGHT
MSNOW
JAN. 25, 2026
I have plenty of pastoral colleagues who didn’t like Levy Armstrong’s actions. Many of them, echoing the white moderate King criticizes in his “Letter from Birmingham Jail,” claim they agreed with her aims but not her tactics or her timing.
But we shouldn’t see Levy Armstrong as someone who violated the sanctuary of a church or blocked people from worshiping there, but as a prophet speaking truth to a church that includes a leader who is helping make captives of people instead of setting them free.
I AM A MINNEAPOLIS MOTHER AND PASTOR, AND I KNOW WHERE I STAND
THE NEW REPUBLIC
JAN. 9, 2026
They slow down the video and watch her die, frame by frame. It’s not so much what they say they see but what they don’t see, what their eyes shield them from so that the terror inside won’t take over, make them realize the call is coming from inside the house.
They analyze tire tracks and footprints.
Her blood is all over the airbag.
As a mother, I’ve long known that when you bear children, your DNA is irrevocably changed. Your blood is forever mixed with their blood, your genes utterly altered. And so the blood on the airbag is not only hers but theirs, the ones who live on without her; the one who has to go back to elementary school without his mom, her and his blood still running through his veins, though now her fingers are cold as ice.