On Minneapolis in January 2026

I have loved this city for a long time, but never as much as I have loved it this last week. This is a long post. I promise that it ends with some hope for all of us.

Over the last month, but especially in the last week, ICE has been attacking Minnesota, concentrating in the metro area. And on Wednesday, they shot and killed Renee Good, a Minneapolis resident, mother, wife, and someone who had been trying to help keep her neighbors safe.

I understand that from a distance, it’s probably difficult to know what you can and cannot believe. There is so much mis- and dis- information in the world. Since most people reading this will know me personally or know me from the math education community, I want to share my personal experiences of living here. I am not parroting random things from the internet. I am sharing the experiences I know to be true from living here and talking with my neighbors in the city.

Several weeks ago, ICE appeared to be targeting what could plausibly be considered specific individuals. That is no longer the case. They are now grabbing anyone they feel like grabbing. Early this past week, there were many reports in neighborhood chats that they were taking people from bus stops. Neighbors who were already caring for their neighborhoods focused their attention to protect bus stops.

Agents are entering restaurants and heading straight for the kitchens. Neighbors, who had just been eating brunch, are standing in front of the door, whistling them away, calling their friends to come help make them leave.

It has been well documented, even before this surge in Minnesota, that they are taking citizens and non citizens alike. That is also true here. They have even detained Native Americans. Anyone who is Black or brown seems to be a target. Community members who are driving around to observe their neighborhoods have been led to their own homes by agents in cars. A clear intimidation tactic. This morning, agents are tagging cars of commuters with pepper spray, and they continue to arrest legal observers. One of the most reliable ways community members say they can identify cars as belonging to ICE agents is they are often speeding, driving erratically, and blowing through stop signs and red lights.

This escalation has already had tragic results. On Wednesday, they killed Renee Good. After that, they simply kept going. To my grief and rage, they showed up at dismissal at Roosevelt High School. I student taught there. I hope my children will someday go there. My friend’s children currently do.

They claim they were chasing someone and that chase led them to RHS. Even if we are to take that as true, it’s a school. That should have ended it. There were kids everywhere. A law enforcement professional whose actual goal was to protect a community should never attack a school. If the person they were chasing was such a high priority target, surely they would have other ways of finding them. It’s not worth endangering kids. But I don’t believe they are professional, nor do I believe they want to keep us safe. They are intentionally stoking fear and chaos.

Minneapolis Public Schools closed entirely on Thursday and Friday to keep students and staff safe from ICE. Let that sink in. We are keeping kids out of school because of fear of federal agents. In fact, Minneapolis is going to offer an online option through February 12th in order to help keep students safe. Educator unions have held press conferences explaining that agents are circling schools, waiting to snatch families coming to pick up their children.

One of the more astonishing sadnesses is that a regular target right now are daycares. DAYCARES. I personally texted a friend to let them know that community members had seen ICE scoping out their child’s daycare, and then I went to participate in a safety patrol there. We use numbers to scare them off. If 15 people are waiting on the sidewalk with whistles and cameras, maybe they will be shamed into leaving alone the places and people we entrust with our children. It has been an effective tactic so far.

If someone you know has supported mass deportations, please ask them (or ask yourself, if you are the person who supported it): Was the goal that we should be afraid to leave our homes with our kids? Was the goal to shut down schools? Is the murder of Renee Good worth it? Do you understand now that they never meant to go after the “worst of the worst”, but instead intended to enact this white supremacist ethnic cleansing that is tearing our communities apart? I would like to know, but the questions are rhetorical, because no matter the answer, this is the result. We are all here now, and we all need to work together to end it.

I hope that any person who wanted mass deportations sees now they were fooled. If they really believed the lies that this administration meant to go after “bad guys”, I hope they are horrified at what is happening right now in my city. Because we need them to join us in ending this chaos. We need everyone. They can make amends by helping restore safety to our communities. That means ICE needs to leave. Now.

And they cannot just leave to go inflict this terror elsewhere. We have to end this completely. They are emboldened and brazen and getting more aggressive by the day. They will not go to the next city and start from square one, pretending they’re only there to get the bad guys. They will carry this aggression with them. They have to be disbanded and held accountable.

Right now, we are cautioning each other to travel in groups. To make sure someone knows where you are at all times. In honesty, I have spent much of the last week afraid, just like most of the other residents of the city. But that fear exists alongside a deep well of pride and conviction.

I know, deep in my bones, that they will not win. It is simply not possible for this to continue forever. The speed with which it ends depends on the speed and strength with which we can organize. We must be strategic, and we must do it together. I am so proud of the absolutely astonishing response from this community. We are organizing in levels I haven’t personally experienced in my lifetime. I expect other people have organized like this before, and part of why we are here now is that I, and others like me, have not yet participated. We must make up for that lack now. I, too, bear culpability for why we are here. So I am doing everything in my power to help. Join us.

Every neighborhood has multiple chats. Every school, every day care, every community center has a plan in place. Is connected to another group. Are prepared to swarm in defense of those we love. Regular people have flyered their neighborhoods. Experienced organizers are leading the effort and we are learning from them. Community members have installed art around the city with information on how to become engaged in community response. Because we cannot respond in time to an abduction 25 miles away, each place hit teaches the next. LA taught Chicago. Chicago taught us. The cities are now teaching greater Minnesota. We share what we know so every community can build on those lessons for themselves.

We are moving beyond the idea that “mutual aid” is just giving money to someone you deem worthy of your charity. We are organizing food drives, driving people to and from work, picking up each other’s children. We are going on safety patrols and checking in on small businesses. We are canvassing business corridors with posters and know your rights cards. People drop off 3D printed whistles for other people to distribute. We’re hosting neighborhood meetings. We’re setting up watches at businesses that have been intimidated and we’re whistling to warn each other when the real bad guys are near.

Protests have been enormous and they have also been small. I saw one woman holding a sign, at a busy intersection, by herself, that read “Ice Cowards Go Home”. It was about half a mile away from a family protest of >200 people. The gathering at Powderhorn park on Saturday 1/10/26 was so big that it took more than an hour for people to start marching. Someone climbed a tree to make sure we were going in the right direction. Friends were made while we waited. Catharsis felt while we screamed our collective rage and grief. We promised to take care of each other.

Like many of you, I watched what happened in LA and Chicago with growing dread. I figured it may come here, but I never imagined how swiftly and violently it would descend. I pray it doesn’t come to any of you, and I suspect it will.

So go meet your neighbor. Have the awkward conversation “Isn’t it awful what’s happening in Minneapolis?” Follow up. I think we shy from organizing because we’re waiting for someone to provide us a professional looking form titled “Join your community”. My experience has been texting my neighbors on this street and jumping into conversations at local diners.

We need each other, and happily, there are so very many more of us than there are of them. After Renee Gold was murdered, I feared the response of the community would be to hide. It has been the opposite. Signal chats have tripled in size. Every day there are multiple community organizing meetings. We are creating art to bolster our spirits, and we are connecting with strangers who become friends so we can keep each other safe while we protect the most vulnerable among us. If it comes your way, you will do this, too. It will be so much easier if you start (or continue) now. Build upon what’s already there. Talk to the other parents at daycare or school. Invite some people over for board games or a skill share. Actually say hi to your neighbor. Make it awkward by forcing more conversation. You will likely be surprised that the other person was probably waiting for someone else to invite them in. Be that invite. Now you are two. Go get a third.

There is no one way to engage. You could be a direct responder. You could fundraise. You could coordinate rides to work or you could write letters to the school board so they move to online learning or set up a school safety watch. Their gloves are off, so we must join hands to care for each other.

Minneapolis, I love you so much. I am so proud of the ways we are showing up. This is a scary time, but I am deeply comforted by the ways we are taking care of each other. I believe, deeply, that the best way for me to keep my kids safe is to make sure everyone else’s kids have safety and all the things they need. I will keep yours safe, and I know now that this city will do everything they can to keep mine safe, too.

If you are not in Minneapolis and you are moved to act, first, organize near you. That is the most important. If you want to help us, there are 3 things you can do right now: You can donate to any organization at all that is doing work to protect us here. I will suggest a few below. Second, talk to other people about what is happening here. Make it easy for other people to agree, to believe how bad it is, and help build the political will we’re going to need to end this. Third, call your elected officials and make clear that they have to stop it here so it does not come to you, too. We can end this. We must do it together.

Ayada Leads
CAIR Minnesota
Volunteer Lawyers Network
Immigrant Law Center of MN
Mid-Minnesota Legal Aid

Pressure and Change

Octavia Butler taught us “the only lasting truth is change”.

Grace Lee Boggs taught us, “We have to change ourselves in order to change the world.”

adrienne maree brown, a mentee of Grace Lee Boggs, writes that “what we pay attention to grows.”

As I’ve witnessed what’s unfolded and continues to unfold in Gaza over the last two years, I regularly feel a pressure building inside me. The first time some of that pressure was released was in December of 2023 when I attended my first protest related to Gaza. It was caroling at the Guthrie with “Ceasefire Carols.” I came home feeling so much lighter.

It’s important to note that what had been unfolding in Gaza continued to unfold.

The second release of pressure happened when I attended a book club to read the 100 Years’ War on Palestine by Rashid Khalidi. I learned a lot, made some new friends.

What had been unfolding in Gaza continued to unfold.

The third release of pressure was when I volunteered to sew scrunchies for a fundraiser. It was such a relief to have a tangible thing I could feel and touch that was my contribution. So satisfying to travel to the post office to mail things off, knowing we were turning my labor into meals and clothing and tent supplies inside Gaza.

And also, what had been unfolding in Gaza continued to unfold.

The fourth release of pressure was when, through Heba’s cousin who was in touch with my friend Sarah, I met Heba and Ahmed and agreed to help run their GoFundMe campaign. I now I had a contact that made tangible difference on the ground.

And also, what had been unfolding in Gaza continued to unfold.

It’s been nearly 2 years now, and the situation on the ground has never been so dire. There are times when I’m astonished the world has continued to turn. How is it possible I still have to go to work? There is something sick and wrong with us that we haven’t ended this. I am regularly rendered emotionally numb with grief.

So. Have all my efforts been for naught? Should I have saved myself the trouble and not worried about it, accepted that I could not stop the bombs, broken the gates open and saved lives? Of course not.

Of course not.

In the first, I really believe the world has been made better by my efforts. Heba and Ahmed have been able to purchase food. They’ve been able to find shelter with the funds we’ve sent. And though it’s less tangible, they have known there are people, real humans, outside of Gaza that care for them. That pray for them. That want things to improve for them. That matters. I know it does because it matters to me, in all of the comforts I currently enjoy, that people care about me. Also they’ve said so, and who am I to doubt their word?

And in the second, I have been changed. In the beginning, I was trying to help some people. Now, I am helping my friends. And everything they love. That is one helluva mindset change.

If you put something under pressure and then release the pressure, only to have it build up again and release and repeat and repeat… you cannot tell me that thing is not changed.

A bottle warps.

A rock changes composition.

A person evolves.

Now, it is also true that had I not made the choices I made, or had I simply made different choices, I would also be different. It’s possible I should have been making different choices. Put my energies into a different way to help. Maybe the world would be better if I had committed myself to… supporting libraries here. Building wind farms. Teaching again. I can’t know what would be different. I do know I have seen the truth of Butler’s words that everything you touch, you change, and everything you change, changes you.

This post is, in large part, in reaction to a friend saying that someone had told her that donating to Gaza is an excuse to sit down. You donate, your responsibility is fulfilled, you get to go back to your life. And of course, that’s true for some people. And they are changed by that choice. It’s not for me to say how. Dean Spade talks about this with respect to our personal relationships, but I think the question applies here too, I cannot know, for anyone aside from myself, “What else is true?” Maybe they chose wind farms. Or caring for a parent. Or watching Love Island. And we are all changed by those choices. It’s easy to start ascribing value to them, but I am striving, really, honestly and truly to not do so. Because I do not know all of the other things that are true and all I can control is myself.

I desperately wish the actions of hundreds of millions, probably even billions (with a b), of people would have ended the slaughter in Gaza by now. Brought food to those children. Those people. The end goal of action must be to seize power and then spend all of our political capital using that power to improve the lives of people and the planet. But even if we never get there, I still believe it has been worth the effort. I am changed. We are changed. How we are changed is determined by the choices we make and the ways we choose to engage.

More action has to happen. Now. Urgently, to save lives. We are feeling the imperial boomerang and seeing the tactics used in Gaza now deployed against our neighbors and colleagues and friends and family here. I know that every bit of suffering we alleviate is more good birthed into the world. And I know I am more able to love my children, enjoy my friends, and create beautiful things because I release the pressure. We are changed by all of the things we do, and do not do. The only lasting truth is change. And I am resolved, as best I can, to continue changing myself so that I can say that I have never stopped fighting for the living.

If you have not noticed how you are changed, I implore you to start noticing. What you pay attention to grows. I hope, with all my belief in the inherent goodness of people, that we are able to intentionally make those choices. To know that we are changed when we do not deviate from routine. We are changed when we risk something new. We are changed when we sit down, or stand up, or stay silent, or speak up. All of it changes us. I want us to notice that, and then move accordingly.

Grief and Hope

I believe, truly, in a bunch of things.

  • We are stronger when we welcome folk in. Perfection is an enemy of meaningful action.
  • Hopelessness is never the move. There is no way things get so bad that it isn’t worth trying to make them better.
  • We are more effective when we focus our efforts. If we try to do everything, we accomplish nothing.
  • There are so very many people doing good things. Even now. The news is a bummer. Yikes. And I remind myself that “the” news is structured to highlight the most dramatic events. Those are rarely good. It tricks us into believing the worst is everything and everywhere. We have to seek out and celebrate the wins that exist.

I believe deeply in all of that.

And I also know that denying ourselves the ability to meaningfully grieve the very real sadness in the world is a toxic way to live. We need both grief and hope.

Grief is hitting me hard today.

Grief over suffering and fear here in the US.
Grief over renewed bombing in Gaza.
Grief over the energy expended trying to hold ground, or give up less ground, on science, environment, racial justice.
Grief for the progress that could be getting made which isn’t.

So I’m letting myself grieve. Because if I don’t, I will collapse into hopelessness. By giving myself space to grieve, I am making the emotional space I need to face the world as it is, which helps me make more impactful actions. By making space for grief, I allow my head space to clear.

Giving grief space doesn’t make it disappear, but letting it in softens the emotional tempest enough that I can begin making space for hope again.

I can begin to remember all of the people already taking actions.
All of the people who are finally starting to take action.
All of the people who are on the cusp of joining.
I can look around to see the ways people are pushing back. Caring for each other. Caring for what matters.

By letting grief in, I get the room I need to seek out new learning. Have you heard of books? Because lemme tell you… books are great. If you’re lacking hope and need a way to turn things around, Here’s a tiny list to help you get started. Check out these from your library or buy them from your local bookstore.
Not The End of The World by Hannah Ritchie
We Grow The World Together Edited by Maya Schenwar & Kim Wilson
A Few Rules for Predicting the Future by Octavia Butler (essay, book)
Mutual Aid by Dean Spade

Hate is quick and easy and destructive.

Love is slow and hard and sustaining.

Love is made of grief and hope. I will keep moving toward love and I welcome you to join me and so many others who are on that same path.

Origami Quilt Squares at Math-on-a-Stick

I sure did not. But now I do.

I learned this particular mathy art from @RosieL52 during a math art club arranged over the summer by Siddhi Desai, Shraddha Shirude & Jenn White. She learned it from the book Extreme Origami by Kunihiro Kasahara.

To make these, you start with the pinwheel base. You can look up many, many tutorials for “origami pinwheel base” and I’ve made a quick video below (no sound). Then… just start folding. It helps if you keep your folds working in 4-fold symmetry (do the same to all 4 squares made by the pinwheel base), but I sure won’t discourage you from trying other things.

Lots of examples below that you can create through experimenting. One of the things I liked today about the kids who stopped by the Math-on-a-Stick booth was that a lot of them would immediately know what they wanted to try after they got the pinwheel base done. Mostly, you figure these out with experiments. Try folding up. Try folding down. Can you make squares? How about a kite? Fold forward. Fold backward… Everything goes, and if you mess it up, well, I bet you can get a hold of more paper. By all means, try recreating some of the images below.

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#MathArtChallenge 100: Balloon Polyhedra

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In the first, allow me to thank each and every one of you who has participated in the #MathArtChallenge in the last few months. This is my “last” post. Meaning, I don’t promise to make more Math Art Challenges, but there’s always the chance that something will come up…

All of the #MathArtChallenge-s will continue to be up on this blog, and I really hope that you’ll make use of them in your classes or in your fun time or however brings you joy.

The Challenge: Today, you get Balloon Polyhedra. There’s actually several papers written about this, so go check them out.

Materials needed: Twisting balloons, pump, patience
Math concepts you could explore with this challenge: angles, arithmetics, counting, geometry, graph theory, polygons, polyhedra, symmetry, vertices/intersections

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#MathArtChallenge 99: Quilts & the Underground Railroad

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A quilt containing 6 of the blocks mentioned below as having possibly been used as a code in the underground railroad.

The Challenge: Learn a bit about the code discussed below, and then have yourself or students create some or all of the quilt blocks discussed.

Materials needed: Certainly you can make these as actual quilt pieces. You can also just use a square piece of paper and work on construction within that using paper and pencil.
Math concepts you could explore with this challenge: angles, arithmetic, geometry, philosophy on math, polygons, symmetry, tessellations.

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#MathArtChallenge 98: The Most Beautiful Proof

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A blue watercolor with gold lines and highlighting.

The Challenge: Pick YOUR favorite proof, or mathematical fact and illustrate it. What’s beautiful about it? Why do you love it? I really, truly want to know.

Materials Needed: Really depends on your pick!
Math concepts you could explore with this challenge: Philosophy on Math. Mathematical communication.

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#MathArtChallenge 97: Tomoko Fusé’s Bird Tetrahedron Origami

The Challenge: Make an origami sculpture using Tomoko Fusé’s text Multidimensional Transoformations Unit Orgiami. (I used instructions on pgs 134, 138-139.)

Materials Needed: Paper (origami paper is handy, but any paper will work) and scissors/paper cutter.
Math Concepts: 3 dimensional building, angles, space filling, rotations, proportions

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#MathArtChallenge 96: Not so much rational tangles as… a 2 link challenge.

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A grid arrangement of a variety of green and teal crocheted links.

The Challenge: How many 2 link knots can you find? See the examples above to help you get started.

Materials Needed: knot materials (these could be crocheted like I have, or shoe laces, or electrical cords which you can plug into themselves)
Math concepts you could explore with this challenge: combinations & permutations, graph theory, knot theory, topology, vertices/intersections.

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#MathArtChallenge 95: Magic Squares

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Overhead view of lego towers arranged in a 3×3 grid.

The Challenge: Create a magic square. Bonus points if you make it a physical thing.

Materials Needed: Legos, blocks or coins all work well for making these towers. Could also be pen/pencil & paper, of course.
Math Concepts: Algebra, arithmetic, counting, proportions/ratios, structure, sum of 1-n integers

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