An Elderly Man Ran...
A Stranger Opened Her Car Door
Walking my Alaskan Malamute before seven am this week with wind chills below zero, I ran into one of my neighbors. He sat in a chair, in his open garage, cigar in hand, shielded from the wind. We usually talk about weather or gardening. He’s in his late seventies. Jewish. Thoughtful. Steady.
That morning, he told me what had happened to him two weeks earlier in a Menards parking lot, here in Minneapolis. He had gone to buy light bulbs in the late afternoon. When he stepped out of his car, two Border Patrol agents and one ICE agent surrounded him. One gripped his wrist.
“You need to remove your hand,” he said.
The agent grabbed his other wrist. It had snowed. The pavement was slick. The agent slipped and fell.
My neighbor ran.
He ran into the store. He says there was confusion everywhere — people moving quickly, fear spreading faster than information. ICE was doing a raid. He cut through the lumber yard, out the back, and hid briefly near a used car lot.
When he stepped into the alley, a car slowed beside him.
“Get in.”
Inside was an Asian woman, crying. A young Latino man sat in the front seat.
“They just arrested my husband,” she said.
He got in the back.
Three strangers — a Jewish elder, an Asian woman, a young Latino man — driving away from something that felt less like public safety and more like chaos.
They drove two miles before stopping in a quiet parking lot to gather themselves.
That’s the part I can’t stop thinking about.
Not the agents.
Not the fall.
Not even the fear.
The car.
The door opening.
The risk.
The instinct to protect someone you do not know.
This is what I am seeing in Minneapolis right now.
In the wake of sustained federal enforcement actions here, neighbors are finding each other in small, practical, leaderless ways. There is no single organization directing it. No grand speeches. Just quiet coordination.
A client of mine — a veteran on a fixed income — told me this week she has been leaving tips at coffee shops and restaurants serving as informal mutual aid hubs, places hit hard as workers shelter in place.
I handed her a twenty and asked her to add it to whatever jar she found.
Twenty minutes later, she sent me a screenshot. Done.
No announcement.
No performance.
Just participation.
People outside this city sometimes ask if Minneapolis is tired.
We are.
They ask if we are divided.
Less than you might think.
What I consistently observe is a measured and resilient response: individuals within the community prioritizing mutual support.
A songwriter, Jayme Hoiness, recently wrote a song called, Louder than Hate (Our Song). It describes her emotions regarding the events taking place in Minneapolis. These lines keep echoing:
We stand for all, we won’t divide.
We are louder than hate, and we will not hide.
Old structures are straining. That much is visible everywhere in the country.
What is less visible — unless you are standing in a freezing garage at dawn or watching a car door swing open — is what is rising underneath.
It is not loud.
It is not coordinated.
It is not perfect.
But it is steady.
And it is ours.
Our voices rise above hate.
Here is the beautiful Jayme Hoiness singing Louder Than Hate (Our Song): “This song was written as a response to a moment that feels heavy for so many of us. I first wrote it in March of 2025 as a way to process the division, fear, and noise in the world, and to remind myself (and others) that unity and compassion still matter.” All credit and rights to the song are Jayme Hoiness’, originally published here on YouTube.
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This is so beautiful and important, Christina. May your posts go out far and wide into this confused world of ours. I believe these stories far outnumber the times of confusion, even in times of chaos.
It's good to hear your voice in these ways. a deep bow for the work that you and Sheri do.
Lynn
Hi Christina, Thanks so much for this beautiful post! With the world in chaos and belligerence showing its ugly face everywhere, I’m grateful for this reminder. Just underneath the surface, there is always love. You have lifted my day. Thank you.