‘Why Did Police Kill My Dad?’ by William Norman Grigg.
“I saw this guy pointing me at the window,” Vanessa recalled in a subsequent television interview. “So, I got scared. And, I got like, ‘Please don’t shoot, I have a baby.’ I put my baby [down]. [And I] put bag in window. And, I yell ‘Jose! Jose! Wake up!’”
According to his wife, Jose’s last words were: “Vani, go into the closet with the kid. Go!” He then grabbed his AR-15 and went to confront the people who threatened his family. Seven seconds later, he was dead. His killers unleashed a fusillade of 71 shots.
When anyone has a monopoly on police action, you can expect him to act like any other monopolist — he will maximize cost and minimize quality.
Just ask young Joel Guerena, whose father was murdered by armed criminals, the Arizona Gestapo, a.k.a. Tuscon SWAT. They mistook this former marine for a drug dealer, invaded his home, and shot him. Oops. Then, to be sure he couldn’t testify to his innocence, they kept paramedics away from him for over an hour, even though they arrived only two minutes after the wife’s 911 call. When Guerena had bled out and was good ‘n dead, then they let the paramedics treat him.
Talking about monopolies and the quality of police production is sort of abstract, but the innocent blood of Jose Guerena is very real.
Even tyranny endures only with the consent of the governed. So long as you tolerate murders like that of Jose Guerena, you’ll get more of them. But hey, he’s just collateral damage in the War on Drugs, right?
I’ll bet you can’t go to his son and say it to his face.
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