Here’s a warm, grounded note you can use or adapt:

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To the people of Minnesota,

I’m writing to you as someone who once called Minnesota home and now lives in California—but my heart is still very much with you. No matter how far I roam, Minnesota shaped who I am: the sense of community, the quiet decency, the way people look out for one another when things get hard.

I know these are heavy days. Many of you are carrying fear, anger, exhaustion, and uncertainty, and it hurts to watch from afar knowing that neighbors and families are under such intense pressure. Distance doesn’t dull that connection. If anything, it sharpens it. When I think of Minnesota, I think of real people—teachers, parents, workers, elders, kids—trying to live their lives with dignity and care for one another.

What I also know, from having lived among you, is that Minnesota has a deep well of courage and compassion. I’ve seen communities show up for each other in the coldest winters and the hardest moments. I’ve seen people organize, speak out, cook meals, open doors, and refuse to turn away from injustice. That spirit hasn’t disappeared. It’s still there, even when things feel overwhelming.

Please know that you are not alone. People far beyond your state lines are paying attention, talking about what’s happening, and standing with you in spirit and solidarity. Many of us who once lived there carry Minnesota with us wherever we go, and we’re rooting for you—rooting for safety, fairness, and humanity to prevail.

Take care of one another. Rest when you can. Lean on your neighbors. Hold on to the truth that your lives, your families, and your communities matter. Minnesota taught me that quiet strength can be powerful—and I believe in yours.

With love and solidarity from California, A former Minnesotan 💙