I’ve never cried over the death of someone I didn’t know personally until now. This time felt different. This felt personal. This man was killed for his beliefs, beliefs I share, in front of thousands, with cameras recording every moment. His final moments will be replayed endlessly, over and over, for his wife and children to see for the rest of their lives. If that doesn’t horrify you to your core, then you are part of the problem. You are the monster.