I write historical fiction, letting past events dictate the course of
my characters' lives. Several books ago, I had a character heading
west from Iowa and googled, 'denver 1880'—the dropdown choices
included 'denver riot'. Turns out a Chinese fellow wasn't welcome in
a pool hall, so they hung him from a lamppost. The subsequent “riot”
involved the Chinese running for their lives while white folks left
Denver's Chinatown in ruins.
In another book, I wanted a character to travel from St. Paul to
watch a friend in a circus and googled 'duluth 1920' and was greeted
by a photo of three black men lynched for the rape of a white
girl—despite the girl's own doctor proclaiming earlier in the day
that his examination showed no sign that a rape had ever occurred.
This didn't stop the lynching or the authorities across the bay in
Superior, WI to seize the opportunity to run all idle blacks out of
town and fired all black workers at a separate circus. No one was
ever brought to trial for the lynchings despite a group photograph of
the perpetrators that went on sale as a postcard.
These are random products of limited research but every town has its
dirty secrets they've tried to whitewash from history.
If I have a point here it is that you don't have to look too hard to
find racial injustice in towns big and small in this country. Nor do
you have to look hard to find us white folks taking advantage of the
opportunity—any opportunity—to capitalize. Take a negative and make it positive: git rid of Chinatown, burn Black Wall Street, chase the undesirables out of town. What's happening here
in Minneapolis is no surprise. That cop took George Floyd's life
because he could. Black man in handcuffs, white man with power.
History—both ancient and recent—said he'd get away with it.