02/26/2026
I’m trying to find the words
But I don’t know what to say
(Its not that I’m speechless,
I’m sputtering with rage)
“We had whistles. They had guns”
I’ve written this post so many times since Renee Good was k!lled. I didn’t know how to articulate just how angry and helpless I felt.
I couldn’t stop thinking of what her widow, Becca, said: “we had whistles, they had guns”
Whistles vs guns
A dystopian David vs Goliath.
So I turned to silver, and made a whistle to honor her.
And I made it a bird, something cheerful and sweet
As Renee was described to be.
Before I could even draw breath to blow into this tiny act of resistance,
Alex Pretti.
So I made another whistle.
Each one, a different sound.
Every piercing note a reminder.
And I kept making them.
When I finished the last one (in gold, because if ever there was a time for something precious, it is now) I learned 7 more names:
Keith Porter.
Geraldo Lunas Campos
Luis Gustavo Núñez Caceres
Luis Beltrán Yanez-Cruz
Parady La
Heber Sánchez Domínguez
Victor Manuel Díaz
Nine people k!lled since New Years Eve.
And now another voice, silenced,
another whistle to be made for Linda Davis.
Ten lives in 47 days.
47.
How ironic
I found words.
I’m finding my voice:
F u c k. I c e.
