The New Yorker:

Videos of Alex Pretti’s fatal shooting, rapidly disseminated on social media, reveal a brazen display of brute power.

By Vinson Cunningham

“They killed another guy,” someone announced, in my group chat. That message was followed quickly by a link to a video, shot from behind a pane of glass, level with the street. Sadly, you’ve probably seen that video by now: ice and Border Patrol agents in Minneapolis surround a slim young man squirming helplessly on the ground. Then, suddenly, the indifferent crack of a gunshot. The man’s body goes limp and falls to the ground. Someone near the camera starts to shout. “What the fuck,” the voice says. “They killed—did they fucking kill that guy? Are you fucking kidding me, dude? Not again! Are you fucking kidding me? That guy’s dead.”

“That guy” was Alex Pretti, a thirty-seven-year-old I.C.U. nurse serving in the Veterans Administration Health System. But even before the lost man’s name was widely known, his public killing was made exponentially more public by way of its rapid dissemination over social media and, soon, the news. Eerily echoing the aftermath of the killing—also unwarranted, also dehumanizingly public—of Renee Nicole Good, on January 7th, new angles of the horror started to emerge. In the first video of Pretti that was sent around, you can see a woman in a bright coat, on the opposite side of the street, standing closer to the melee, and also recording the scene. Online, people kept asking where the “woman in the pink coat” might be.

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