Awaiting a verdict on a tiny sliver of the truth

This morning, here in Minneapolis, I'll learn whether six jurors believe beyond a reasonable doubt that Dan Wilson and I are criminals. The court case stems from an action protesting the execution of Jamar Clark, age 24, who died in the early morning of Nov. 15, 2015, outside a north Minneapolis apartment complex. Two Minneapolis police officers, Mark Ringgenberg and Dustin Schwarze, were involved in the shooting. Jamar Clark died after a bullet was fired directly into his head. Several witnesses say that he was handcuffed and motionless when he was shot dead. The police officers have been cleared of all charges and are back on the job.

Dan and I are among 25 defendants charged with obstructing a Minneapolis Metro Transit vehicle on April 11, the opening day of the Minnesota Twins baseball season. The Legal Rights Center lawyers working with us arranged a calendar so that small groups would be tried weekly. Earlier this month, two people were acquitted of all charges and one person has been convicted. Two days ago, Andrew Gordon and Priyanka Premo, lawyers from the Minneapolis Legal Rights Center who are representing Dan and me, began the jury selection process. Yesterday, evidence was presented and the six-person jury was asked to determine a verdict. The jury didn't arrive at a verdict last night. We felt grateful they are not rushing to judgment on what many would see as a cut-and-dried case. The prosecution presented, as evidence, a photo of me standing, arms linked with others, in front of a bus.

Before the April 11 action, Black Lives Matter activists facilitated a retreat for about 100 Midwesterners who gather, annually, for a Faith and Resistance Retreat. The retreats invite communities that operate Catholic Worker houses of hospitality, along with other companions, to gather for education, reflection and action. The communities try to live simply, share resources more radically and prefer service to dominance. They also promote nonviolent resistance to injustices.

During the retreat, we learned more about Clark's execution and the many protest actions already organized by Black Lives Matter activists. In Chicago, I knew of an earlier execution that had taken place 5 miles from where I was raised. On Oct. 20, 2014, a police officer, Jason Van Dyke, pumped 16 bullets into Laquan McDonald's body after he had already fallen to the ground. McDonald's executioner was initially held without bail for one month. Van Dyke was released Nov. 30, 2014. 

My court proceeding was exceedingly polite and well-mannered, like a game of "Mother May I" on steroids as lawyers preceded every action they took with an address to Judge Shereen Askalani: Your Honor, may I publish Exhibit No. 1? (Hand it to the jurors.) Your Honor, may I step to the side so that I can view the video? Scripted, choreographed, utterly careful.

In my mind's eye, I kept seeing videos of people of color, like McDonald and Clark, dying in pools of their own blood. The prosecutor insisted that any mention of the signs we had on April 11, signs that read "White Silence Equals Violence" and "Justice for Jamar," could inflame the passions of the jury. Askalani instructed our lawyers not to mention, in opening remarks, anything that would reveal our intentions for protesting.

It's odd. In court, witnesses promise to "tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth" but then proceed to disclose only a tiny sliver of the truth in order to comply with the court's myriad instructions. There was barely a mention of Clark, or of police executions. There was no discussion of the systemic racism that afflicts people in every community where people of color are executed with no questions asked. The police officers become the judge, jury and executioner. It reminds me of targeted assassinations conducted through drone warfare.

I'm not sure, this morning, if a jury of our peers will judge Dan and me criminals.

I am quite sure that I didn't travel to Minneapolis with the intent of blocking a Metro Transit vehicle. I came in response to an unjust execution. I couldn't find myself standing idly by, as though mesmerized, while these executions continue. Does anyone favor unjust executions? If we don't favor them, how do we plan to stop them?

On April 11, 2016, I linked arms with people who wanted to raise voices, sound an alarm, and create a tension within the wider community that could initiate a discussion on police executions and violence. We linked arms with the knowledge other arms will ache for loved ones who will never return.

If a guilty verdict is rendered, I'll still act in accordance with my belief that we didn't act criminally. And, truthfully, we can never be acquitted of our responsibility to continue breaking the terrible silence surrounding unjust executions that afflict people of color in the U.S.

Update: The jury rendered its verdict. My co-defendant, Dan Wilson, was found not guilty. I was found guilty. The prosecutor recommended the judge sentence me to 30 days in the Minneapolis workhouse. Judge Shereen Askalani sentenced me to 10 days in the workhouse, but stayed the sentence, meaning it will be imposed only if I am arrested under similar circumstances within one year.

[Kathy Kelly (kathy@vcnv.org) co-coordinates Voices for Creative Nonviolence.]