https://amgreatness.com/2022/06/05/uvalde-cops-and-evil-in-action/
Last week we learned that a lady from Charleston had the male bits and the moral compass that upwards of 19 police officers, hunkered down at the Robb Elementary School in Uvalde, Texas—all SWATTED-up and swaddled in Kevlar body armor—were without.
At the same time, the trapped children cried out to 911 as they were being mowed down. These babies screamed for grown men to quit cowering and pondering bureaucratic distinctions—active shooter or barricaded shooter—a distinction without a difference if the barricaded shooter is also holding the kids hostage and picking them off one by one.
Do not rest in peace, Uvalde Angels. Rage from the heavens.
The Uvalde cops began milling about the school corridor at 11:35 a.m. on May 24, waiting on a key to open a door behind which little children had been dying since 11:33 a.m.
These cops waited for the key until 12:50 p.m., when “a Border Patrol Tactical Unit officer finally breached the room using a janitor’s keys.” And, no. Despite the gushing on Fox News, that Border Patrol Tactical Unit officer is no hero. Doing your job eventually—when that job is defined by the credo “time is of the essence”—is not heroism.
How overpowering is the instinct to worship! Lawrence Jones of Fox News looked to blame 911 for the Uvalde Police’s disgraceful failure to engage an active shooter. However, the protocol is clear. You go to the fight. Law enforcement is obliged to forthwith engage a known active shooter. An assault rifle was being fired feet away from the officers. Surely the sound would’ve hurt their eardrums. There was no communication breakdown; only a categorical refusal to respond to reality on the ground.
Cops had come a cropper, refusing to respond to reality on the ground, deaf to the cries and telephone calls of brave babies.
Absent keys, operating under the license of no-knock warrants—these state operators, whom we pay for protection, have no qualms about deftly deploying tactical entry equipment, such as battering rams, to kick in our doors on the slightest pretext, and without knowing what’s on the other side.