I grew up in the age of assassinations. Medgar Evers, JFK, Malcolm X, Bobby Kennedy, Martin Luther King. George Wallace and Larry Flynt paralyzed by bullets, Gerald Ford a near miss, Ronald Reagan shot and recovered.
Every time this happens it’s a bad apple, a lone wolf, a crazy man.
I saw a real crazy man once when I was a student nurse doing a clinical at the IMH. We were on the locked ward.
A good looking young man was lying on the floor. He rested his cheek on the linoleum and gazed across the dusty squares. He moistened his finger, picked up some dirt from the floor and ate it. Then he did it again.
No one on the staff tried to stop him, I figured that he did this all day every day. That was real crazy.
These assassins who murder a public figure have a script to follow and the props to play the role. They don’t have to select their targets at random. They think they have a fan base.
Hate speech is not innocent. There are always frustrated, angry people who are one step away from going out in a blaze of glory. How much does an 88 year old man have to lose?
But don’t let him plead insanity. That poor boy eating dirt off the floor–he was really crazy.