@EricLDaugh That is a brave, brave man. What a great example of how to be a principled human being. Respect, sir.
Also, that had to be torture holding his ground despite being surrounded by squawking liberal women for so long.
@DeVillePolitic@DEDRICWILLIAM20@mattvanswol Wah, wah, wah. So a teenager got a well-deserved scolding. She's almost an adult, but feels she has to call mummy & daddy for help. They are so mentally disturbed that they beat an old man TO DEATH because he scolded their 'baby'. Who cares what their colour is? That's messed up.
@Fair_and_Biased You are exactly right. Children should not get sex education from prime time tv. Especially without their parents' consent.
Also, regular folks don't necessarily want to see that much of her.
A seven year old girl was shaking uncontrollably outside an Arizona courtroom.
She had to walk inside and testify against the man who had beaten and abused her.
Her abuser sat twenty feet away with his defense attorney, smirking at her.
The little girl vomited from fear.
She curled into a ball on the bench and refused to stand.
Then the thunder began.
The heavy double doors of the courthouse swung open.
Thirty men and women walked into the hallway in formation.
They did not wear suits.
They wore black leather vests covered in skull patches, heavy steel chains, and combat boots.
Beards down to their belt buckles. Tattoos up to their ears.
They were members of BACA.
Bikers Against Child Abuse.
Their leader, a six foot three biker, knelt on the marble floor so his face was level with the little girl.
He handed her a tiny denim vest with her road name stitched on the front.
"You belong to us now," he whispered gently. "Nobody touches you. Nobody hurts you."
When the bailiff called her name, the girl did not walk alone.
Thirty massive bikers lined the center aisle of the courtroom.
They filled the public gallery behind her, staring straight through the abuser with dead cold eyes.
Two bikers stood directly beside the witness stand.
The abuser looked at thirty pairs of fists resting on leather knees.
He did not smirk again.
The little girl sat in the wooden chair.
She touched the denim vest.
She looked her abuser in the eyes and told the truth.
BACA members do not get paid a single dime.
They do not carry guns into court.
They just ride hundred mile round trips in the rain to sit on wooden benches.
So a broken child knows she is not alone.
@Fair_and_Biased I love how you compared it to the bloody dress. An in your face reminder of what happened. Something too terrible to ever be glossed over by grass & flowers.
And it is a grave too. One for all the people whose remains could never be id or even found because there was nothing left
At Ground Zero, after the last living person was pulled out, the search dogs stopped eating.
So the police did something nobody had written down in any manual.
They climbed into the rubble, lay down, and pretended to be alive.
More than 300 dogs worked the World Trade Center site. They came from every corner of the country, on trucks and in cargo holds, with handlers who had been trained to do one thing. Find people who are still breathing under the ground.
That is what a search and rescue dog is built for. Not bodies. Life. They are trained on live human scent. When they find it, they bark, they dig, they light up, and the handler rewards them, and the whole thing means something.
The last living person recovered from Ground Zero was a woman named Genelle Guzman-McMillan. She had been buried for 27 hours. A dog found her.
She was the last.
After that, the dogs kept going out on twelve-hour shifts, across sixteen acres of smoldering steel, at temperatures that burned their paws, and they found nobody.
Nobody.
Day after day.
The handlers noticed it first. The dogs were changing. Their tails were down. They were not eating. They would come off the pile and lie flat and not look at anyone.
A veterinarian named Cindy Otto, who spent ten days there working night shifts to care for the animals, put it plainly. The dogs had been sent to find life, and every day they were finding the opposite.
It was breaking them.
An NYPD officer named Famiglietti described what happened next.
They pulled everybody off the rubble. Then they asked for volunteers.
The volunteers, police officers, went out into the debris and hid themselves. Under beams. In voids. Curled up in pockets of concrete. They were told to lie down like they were hurt. Then the handlers sent the dogs in.
Picture that.
A grown man with a badge, a man who had spent the last week pulling friends out of that same pile, lying down in it on purpose. Face down. Holding still. Waiting for a dog.
And the dog comes over the top of the wreckage, and catches the scent, and barks, and digs, and finds a person who is warm and moving and alive.
And the handler says good girl, good boy, and the whole team celebrates.
They called them mock finds.
They did it for the dogs.
They did it so the dogs would remember what they were for.
One of those dogs was a two-year-old golden retriever named Bretagne. She came from Texas with her handler, Denise Corliss. It was her first deployment. They worked ten days at Ground Zero. They found no survivors.
But firefighters would come off the pile, stone-faced, not speaking, and see the dog, and something would break open in them. They would kneel down. They would put their face in her fur.
One day a man walked up to Bretagne and started petting her. He told Corliss his best friend loved golden retrievers.
Corliss asked where his friend was.
The man pointed at the pile.
"He's in there somewhere."
He kept petting the dog.
Bretagne went on to work Hurricane Katrina and Rita. She retired at 10. She was the last known surviving search dog of 9/11.
On June 6, 2016, at age 16, she was carried into a veterinary office in Texas to be put to sleep.
Outside, a dozen firefighters from her fire department stood in a line in their dress uniforms, in the heat, and saluted as she went past.
They draped her in an American flag on the way out.
Three hundred dogs went into that pile looking for the living.
They found one.
And when they could not find any more, the men they worked beside laid down in the rubble and let themselves be found, so the dogs would not lose heart.
That is the whole story of Ground Zero, really.
Nobody could save the dead.
So they saved each other. 🇺🇸
25 years later and it still brings me to tears. A decision was made by media during that time not to show people choosing death by jumping, but we now must be reminded of the evil we are still fighting today. Watch and remember. Devastating.