We know her not by her name, but by her deeds, and those are heroic. She aimed, shot and dispatched to hell one Dennis Butler, a career criminal, who was poised to do mass murder in South Carolina. A birthday-graduation party got too noisy for Butler's liking.
She had a handgun; her opponent an AR15. More crucially, the Lady from Charleston had the male bits and the moral compass that upwards of 19 police officers, hunkered down at the Robb Elementary School in Uvalde, Texas, last month – all SWATTED-up and swaddled in Kevlar body armor – were without.
At the same time, the trapped children cried out to 911 as they were being mowed down. These babies screamed for grown men to quit cowering and pondering bureaucratic distinctions – active shooter or barricaded shooter – a distinction without a difference if the barricaded shooter is also holding the kids hostage and picking them off one-by-one.
