This is what it feels like when the Twin Cities — when our cities — go up in flames: The air is noxious and gritty after days of fires. Bits of dirt and dust, of smoke and debris, float down into your eyes. The closer you get to the destruction, the more the smell clings to you, a combination of sulfur and spent fireworks and — if near the St. Paul NAPA Auto Parts store that by Friday was a smoldering heap of twisted metal — a skunky chemical odor.
There are no buses, with mass transit suspended at least through Sunday. Spray-painted signs are ubiquitous: "JAIL KILLER COPS," "WE WANT COPS IN CUFFS," "PLEASE DONT BURN KIDS LIVE UPSTAIRS." As if marked by Passover blood, business owners signal why looters or arsonists should spare their storefronts: "SMALL BUSINESS," reads one Japanese restaurant in Lyn-Lake. "MINORITY OWNED," says a convenience store on Eat Street. "BLACK OWNED! WE'RE TITHERS!," at a hair salon on East Lake Street.
Across the Twin Cities, from the areas far removed from this week's protests to the areas most devastated by this week's destruction, the physical and psychic toll of these erupting emotions in the daytime and these lawless horrors at night bear a heavy weight.
It is a city under siege.
It is a city filled with anger and sadness and fear and, yes, love, love that comes out during the daytime after destruction reigns at night.
The looted Target near the abandoned Third Precinct station still has a cheerful sign — "We're hiring, starting at $13.00/hr" — but now Minnesota National Guard troops bisect E. Lake Street to keep people away from the protests' destructive epicenter. Disaster tourists taking selfies near stone-faced soldiers mingle with hundreds of volunteers, armed with just brooms and dustpans, sweeping up broken glass.
On Lake Street, a skeleton of a brick building smoldered near a couple of National Guard Humvees. Da'Ray Sherow of St. Paul reflects on the ruins with ambivalence. These disturbances — protests, looting, riots, whatever you want to call them — had led to the arrest of police officer Derek Chauvin, Sherow believes. But that doesn't mean all this anarchy is justified.
"It's pain coming out. It's not logical," says Sherow, who is black. "My heart goes out to the people who lost property and the people who don't have access to food and the people who have to rebuild this community."