In 2005, Ken Burns, the documentary filmmaker, had sent a crew to Luverne, Minn., for his film "The War," which told the story of World War II through tales from a handful of American cities. They had invited me to watch it all unfold.
At the time, I was a Star Tribune intern in a small town in western Minnesota, and I had concerns.
I'd spent a portion of my collegiate career as a freelance writer who profiled cities across this state, including Perham and Little Falls. As an intern with the Star Tribune, I'd visited Brainerd and the Red Lake Reservation. I'd covered floods in Wanamingo and a tragic accident in Cook, north of Duluth. I'd fished — and caught nothing — at a friend's cabin on Lake Mille Lacs. I knew Minnesota beyond the Twin Cities.
Those trips to greater Minnesota, however, always started with a question: How are they going to treat a Black man out there? Then, I met Warren Herreid, a white man in his 80s and a World War II veteran.
Herreid and I met when Burns' crew was filming in Luverne. I don't remember how or why we bonded, but it did not take long for Herreid to make me feel as if I'd grown up there. He introduced me to his friends. He took me around town. He helped me tell the story about Luverne's experience during World War II and treated me like someone who mattered to him. I'd barely known him for 24 hours.
I thought about Herreid's kindness this week.
I wonder and worry about the future. I crave the sweeping changes many here covet, but I also recognize the challenges in the pursuit of equity. Meanwhile, we are fighting for the preservation of empathy, which is the foundation for any real shift. You can't consider a person's plight unless you do the work to recognize their humanity and experiences.
But the pandemic has made selfishness trendy. When the world is on fire, it seems prudent to grab onto anything that feels real and secure, even at the expense of our neighbors. It's all about you and yours right now and division feeds on those principles.