Well, that’s a "fine title," after mulling over various alternatives all afternoon of what to call this latest apparent outrage.
Daniel Castillo Sr. said his son, Daniel Jr., was awakened by pleas
from the teen’s sister asking officers not to shoot her in the Tuesday
morning incident, during which law enforcement agencies were executing
a narcotics search warrant. […]
The elder Castillo said his son was awakened by the pleas of his
20-year-old sister, Ashley. When the younger Castillo turned toward
Falks, he said, the officer shot him in the face.
"My son heard her say, ‘Don’t shoot.’ He got up to see what was going on," the elder Castillo said.
The teen’s sister was with her 1-year-old when Falks burst into the bedroom, the elder Castillo said.
Updates here, here, here, and here.
I am immediately reminded of a simple, cut-to-the-bone truth from a different case, but with clear application here.
The most important fact in the thing from where I sit is that Miss Johnston is dead, and she shouldn’t be.
What’s left to say? Even if Castillo had drugs, or even if he had a gun at the ready, ought he be dead? Is that what you would judge; is that what you would conclude? Imagine waking up to your sister’s cry for help, and before you can even get a grip on waking reality, you’re gone.
I don’t know what it’s going to take to end this institutionalized insanity; I just know that it will end. How many more supertankers of innocent blood it’ll take to wash it away is a question for which I have no answer.
Damn them to hell.
Update: Billy says all that I was too tired to say. And better than I would have, anyhow.