the girl would have been eighteen this year, like my son, graduating during a pandemic. i don't know if she's still in the area or what happened to her. she was three when this happened, in 2005.

her mother's boyfriend, a white supremacist, shot her mother and stuffed her in a closet. the girl was there at the time. the mother was pregnant, so the girl was crying about her mother and her sister when the police arrived.

two policemen arrived; one went around back. the white supremacist guy went to the back and killed him, too. now he'd killed three people. but on his way back to the front the policeman in the front got him. he handcuffed him so he could go check the scene.

when he saw his buddy killed in the back, he lost it, and came back, and shot the guy. so now the policeman was a murderer too. meanwhile the three-year-old girl saw all this. she was still crying about her mother and her sister.

people in town had sympathy for the policeman. he was well-liked and popular. most people could understand his reaction to seeing his buddy dead on the back porch. they even felt it was justified as self-defense.

but in the trial, it was decided that he was guilty, and he was given a minimal sentence. you have to pay for that kind of stuff, even if you're a policeman and everyone knows why you did it.

a rally was held for him in town, supporting him. but he went off to serve his time. the question is, what happened to the girl. she was orphaned that day; she lost her mother, and her sister, and she went off into the world somewhere. only to graduate in a pandemic, i presume.