I’m having a hard time letting this one go. We have all seen the videos online of Renee Good’s killing in Minneapolis. I’m going to just say at the outset there needs to be a full investigation with cooperation between local, state and federal law enforcement. There are too many contradictions and I find it highly suspect that DHS can declare a shooting victim a “domestic terrorist” before they even know her name. The problem is that this is an incredibly volatile incident, with passions high from a variety of factions.
This whole situation reminds me very much of the Charlie Kirk killing. There are some clear parallels. Both killings have been treated in a highly partisan fashion. Clearly, the Right deeply mourned Kirk’s passing and the Left far less so. There were people at the time of Charlie Kirk’s shooting who suggested that by his rhetoric he brought his own death about and in his inflammatory speech he had it coming. I found and still find that thinking disgusting. I agreed with almost nothing Kirk stood for, however, I will defend with my utmost his right to say what he needed to say. Freedom of Speech is as American as apple pie and far more precious. Likewise, there are people who say that Renee Good brought about her own death by blocking the road from ICE vehicles. I find that incredibly disgusting and inhumane as well. She is allowed to express her opinions under the First Amendment, just like Mr. Kirk. Neither of these deaths were “deserved.” Both of these murders should be punished. Both are tragedies and both left behind children who will never get to be ordinary, never be out from under the cloud that murder has cast upon their young lives. For the five kids sucked into the black hole of grief that these events have created, nothing will be the same again. There is no more ordinary.
Which brings us to this week’s song. Duran Duran, of all people, dedicated their song Ordinary World to Renee Good a few days after her shooting. I am including a link to this dedication below:
Getting back to Ms. Good and Mr. Ross. Everyone has their opinions. The fact that this is even a matter up for opinion kind of drives me crazy. It’s on video. Ross had removed his gun from its holster before Good’s vehicle moved forward. He had already decided to shoot. And if he was suffering from some sort of PTSD from a near death experience involving an automobile months earlier, why the hell is he cleared to be on the streets with civilians? Again, there should be an investigation, as there is with EVERY other law enforcement shooting. I guess, at the end of the day, I think these two individuals and their differences can best be summed up by their own words. Renee Good said just before Ross killed her, “That’s fine, dude. I’m not mad at you.” As he holstered his gun and Good bled out in her car Ross said, “Fucking bitch.”
Lyrics
Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue Thought I heard you talking softly I turned on the lights, the TV, and the radio Still I can’t escape the ghost of you
What has happened to it all? Crazy, some’d say Where is the life that I recognise? (Gone away)
But I won’t cry for yesterday, there’s an ordinary world Somehow I have to find And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world I will learn to survive
Passion or coincidence once prompted you to say “Pride will tear us both apart” Well, now pride’s gone out the window ‘Cross the rooftops, run away Left me in the vacuum of my heart
What is happening to me? Crazy, some’d say Where is my friend when I need you most? (Gone away)
But I won’t cry for yesterday, there’s an ordinary world Somehow I have to find And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world I will learn to survive
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ah-ah-ah Gone away Oh-oh
Papers in the roadside tell of suffering and greed Fear today, forgot tomorrow Ooh-ooh, here besides the news of holy war and holy need Ours is just a little sorrowed talk
Just blowing away
And I don’t cry for yesterday, there’s an ordinary world Somehow I have to find And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world I will learn to survive
I will learn to survive (Any world is my world) I will learn to survive (Any world is my world) (Every world is my world) (Every world)
About the Author
Erika Gardner is a sixth generation San Franciscan of Irish and Basque descent. She attended the University of California at Davis and completed degrees in Medieval History and Biological Sciences.
A lifelong lover of books and a scribbler of many tales from a young age (her first story was completed at age five), she turned to writing full-time in 2025.
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