In the days following the shooting, the name behind the headlines began to take shape: 37-year-old Renee Nicole Good. She was a poet, a guitarist, a member of the LGBTQ+ community, a wife, a mother, and a woman whose life had only recently found roots in Minneapolis. Her home was just blocks from the intersection where she was killed, a place she had begun to weave into the fabric of the neighborhood. Online, Renee presented herself as a gentle, creative soul, a woman who used words to connect, inspire, and bring joy—not someone poised to confront armed federal officers in a deadly standoff. Her poetry had earned recognition at the university level, her music brought happiness to friends and family, and her everyday gestures—sharing cookies, offering a smile, lending an ear—spoke of someone who gave more than she ever took. Continue reading…
