Before long, her angle hit the feed. Now anybody seeking the truth could plainly see that Pretti himself had been holding a smartphone camera, trying to make an honest document of events. One of the ICE agents—recognizable in what has become their uniform of choice: boots and loose pants and sweatshirts, shelled in olive-green bulletproof vests—had roughly pushed a woman to the ground. Pretti, attempting to help her up, had gotten a face full of pepper spray, then was dragged into the center of a circle of agents. One of the agents, discovering Pretti’s firearm—Minnesota is an open-carry state, provided you have a permit, which the Minneapolis police chief, Brian O’Hara, has said he did—takes it and ferries it away from the huddle. Soon another agent pulls out his own gun and starts the work of ending Pretti’s life. Just before he’s shot for the first time, Pretti still seems to be holding not a weapon, but his phone.