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Image 1 : “Israel’s” massacre in Qana
Image 2 : Today marks the 26th anniversary of Qana’s massacre in South Lebanon, when the IOF shelled a UN compound
Image 3 : On April 18, 1996 Israeli occupation forces fire artillery shells at a UN compound, well-marked on Israeli maps, housing more than 800 Lebanese taking refuge from Israeli attacks
Image 4 : 106 Lebanese civilians were killed and 116 injured along with 4 Fijian UN peacekeepers
Image 5 : Half of the civilians killed in the Israeli shelling were children
Image 6 : “Israel” denied that it had purposefully shelled the compound. However, an Amnesty International investigation concluded, “the IDF intentionally attacked the UN compound. The IF have failed to substantiate their claim that the attack was a mistake.” / End ID]
This is one of the biggest massacres done by Israel, known as the first Qana massacre (they did another massacre in Qana in the 2006 war). An American Veto aborted the decision to condemn the crime in the UN Security Council.
Today’s Israeli PM, played a crucial role in this massacre, as he was the one who ordered the massive artillery and airstrike attacks on the compound and village. “Bennett sounded hysterical, and his stress contributed significantly to the terrible accident.” said an IDF officer
Never forget that while Palestinians may be their main target, Israel’s target is Arabs and anything Arab.
Israelli settlers shileded by IOF soldiers shouting “Nakba” and “Abu Khdeir” at Palestinians getting kicked out of Al Aqsa by those same soldiers. “Al Nakba” refers to our genocide and the mass displacement in 1948. “Abu Khdeir” refers to the East Jerusalem Palestinian boy who was kidnapped, beaten, force-fed gasoline by Israeli settlers in East Jerusalem and then burned alive. This event sparked the 2014 invasion and bombings of Gaza.
They’re calling for our genocide again, and for the murders of our children.
Dr. Carmel Harrington, the lead researcher for the study, was one of these parents. Her son unexpectedly and suddenly died as an infant 29 years ago. In an interview with the Australian Broadcasting Corporation (ABC), Harrington explained what she was told about the cause of her child’s death.
“Nobody could tell me. They just said it’s a tragedy. But it was a tragedy that didn’t sit well with my scientific brain.”
Since then, she’s worked to find the cause of SIDS, both for herself and for the medical community as a whole. She went on to explain why this discovery is so important for parents whose babies suffered from SIDS.
"These families can now live with the knowledge that this was not their fault,” she said.
Previously, parents were told SIDS could be prevented if they took proper precautions: laying babies on their backs, not letting them overheat and keeping all toys and blankets out of the crib were a few of the most important preventative steps. So, when SIDS still occurred, parents were left with immense guilt, wondering if they could have prevented their baby’s death.
Dr. Carmel Harrington, the lead researcher for the study, was one of these parents. Her son unexpectedly and suddenly died as an infant 29 years ago. (…) Harrington explainedwhat she was told about the cause of her child’s death.
“Nobody could tell me. They just said it’s a tragedy. But it was a tragedy that didn’t sit well with my scientific brain.”
Since then, she’s worked to find the cause of SIDS, both for herself and for the medical community as a whole. She went on to explain why this discovery is so important for parents whose babies suffered from SIDS.
"These families can now live with the knowledge that this was not their fault,” she said.
(…) As the cause is now known, researchers can turn their attention to a solution. In the next few years, those in the medical community who have studied SIDS will likely work on a screening test to identify babies who are at risk for SIDS and hopefully prevent it altogether.
History has repeated itself, police officers have stood by once again while children were being murdered in their classroom. It’s a repeat of Parkland.
“Go in there! Go in there!” nearby women shouted at the officers soon after the attack began, said Juan Carranza, 24, who saw the scene from outside his house, across the street from Robb Elementary School in the town of Uvalde. Carranza said the officers did not go in.
Upset that police were not moving in, he raised the idea of charging into the school with several other bystanders.
Javier Cazares, whose fourth grade daughter, Jacklyn Cazares, was killed in the attack, said he raced to the school when he heard about the shooting, arriving while police were still massed outside the building.
“Let’s just rush in because the cops aren’t doing anything like they are supposed to,” he said. “More could have been done.”
Previously, parents were told SIDS could be prevented if they took proper precautions: laying babies on their backs, not letting them overheat and keeping all toys and blankets out of the crib were a few of the most important preventative steps. So, when SIDS still occurred, parents were left with immense guilt, wondering if they could have prevented their baby’s death.
Dr. Carmel Harrington, the lead researcher for the study, was one of these parents. Her son unexpectedly and suddenly died as an infant 29 years ago. (…) Harrington explainedwhat she was told about the cause of her child’s death.
“Nobody could tell me. They just said it’s a tragedy. But it was a tragedy that didn’t sit well with my scientific brain.”
Since then, she’s worked to find the cause of SIDS, both for herself and for the medical community as a whole. She went on to explain why this discovery is so important for parents whose babies suffered from SIDS.
"These families can now live with the knowledge that this was not their fault,” she said.
(…) As the cause is now known, researchers can turn their attention to a solution. In the next few years, those in the medical community who have studied SIDS will likely work on a screening test to identify babies who are at risk for SIDS and hopefully prevent it altogether.
TW: discussion of sudden and sleep-related infant death
I am extremely concerned that the above reblog cuts out (without even indicating the cut with an elipses) a VITAL paragraph when quoting the article.
After the paragraph about preventing SIDS through various precautions, it should read “While safe sleep practices are still important for protecting infants, many children whose parents took every precaution still died from SIDS. These parents were left with immense guilt, wondering if they could have prevented their baby’s death.”
Without this paragraph, the text as widely spread on Tumblr (where following through to the original article is low) implies that precautions such as laying baby on their back, keeping toys out of cribs, and temperature regulation are not important. This is an extremely dangerous take to spread uncritically.
While this part of my professional life isn’t something I go into online, my line of work is such that–over my lifetime–I have held and washed far, far more dead children than living. Some have been SIDS deaths, some ultimately found to be related to other previously undiagnosed congenital issue, but in the overwhelming majority of the cases I’ve seen, suffocation due to an unsafe sleep environment was the sole cause or at minimum a major contributing factor of death. Infants with faces pressed against a stuffed animal or fold in a blanket, infants who fell off an adult bed or sleeping caregiver and become wedged, infants unintentionally smothered by a sleeping or incapacitated adult’s body weight, infants laid down on an adult pillow, and on and on and on and on. In almost all these cases the adults thought they were being safe, because they had done the same thing without incident for most of the child’s life or with previous children. That’s why Safe to Sleep programs are so important.
If people walk away from the news of this enzyme discovery thinking that internal biochemical factors are solely to blame for sleep related deaths in infants rather than an explanation for why some infants die even if all recomended precautions have been taken, the infant mortality rate will not improve, and families will continue to suffer preventable tragedies.
What makes this photograph remarkable is you see a group of people on stage perfectly willing to let children die for money being confronted by someone who is not. That is absolutely what is happening in this picture.
America is lost. And as long as people keep on believing that their freedom depends on the tea leaf interpretation of late 18th century document written by pre industrial rich landed white men for the benefit of pre industrial rich landed white men, then it’s doomed
Warnings: Child death, suggestions of blood, child lost, load sounds, scared tinies, anxest,a very sad Mama, and panic attack
Word Count: 979
Kristen lifted her head as the raindrops fell from the sky. With fall ending and winter coming, she was waiting for cold weather to hit. The fall season had been mostly dry with little down poor. As the rain came down, she called her four cubs to her side.
The oldest was wearing a fuzzy light blue sweater and boots. His pants were a fuzzy brown. His brothers called him Patton, a fitting name for the lovable child. The second oldest was the most dramatic and bravest of the four. Roman, his name, was always complaining about his hair being messed up when Kirsten groomed him. His bright red coat and white pants and boots just added to the drama.
Kirsten’s youngest was the first she had found. He was close to death as a naga wanted him for a snack. He was known as Virgil and had the heaviest winter clothes on. Big bulky purple hoodie and black boots. His pants were also black and bulky. Finally, third oldest - the smartest (claimed by his brothers) of the four - Logan. Much like Patton, he had to wear glasses to see but he was more serious. A logical thinker and organized, keeping the family together when things need to get done. He wore a simple dark blue sweater, black pants, and black boots.
As the rain came down, Kirsten help usher her cubs under the tree they called home. Giving each a love lick before they stumbled inside. Kirsten would be fine, demon normally can’t get sick from the rain so she would be alright for now. As her cubs were safe, the mother did her duties of making sure nothing would block the entrance or that water could get in. Within minutes, she was soaked. She didn’t mind, her tiger blood let her enjoy the wetness for the cold drops.
After triple cheeking everything, she sat under the tree and remembered. These four, are not her cubs by birth, but they looked and smelled so much like them. At least, four out of the six. Kirsten remembers the day she found out about littler, her mates were ecstatic over the news - as was she.
Than she visited him. He told her that her littler will die and she would be forced to watch as each them passed.
She was a fool to not believe him.
Her oldest was taken by humans and killed.
Her third oldest died protecting his brothers while she was out hunting.
Second oldest got lost in the woods and died alone in the woods.
All she had were her three youngest. They didn’t make it either.
One was eaten by a naga as she was too helpless to save him.
One drowned from the cave flooding.
The last one died in the winter…of starvation.
Each time one of her cubs died, she cried that night. When all of them were dead, she cried so much she injured her vocal cords. She couldn’t speak the human tongue well anymore. She only spoke in the traditional demonic feline tongue. It didn’t matter to her new cubs, they were smart enough to figure out what sounds meant what. She adored these four and - A long boom rang from the skies as lighting flashed overhead. The thunder was enough to make Kirsten’s sensitive ears ring. It was worse for her tiny cubs. The smell of fear rose from the tree; loud noises and borrowers didn’t mix at all.
Kirsten remembers her mother comforting her and her siblings with the strange purr like sound that her family could make. Would it work here? Kirsten had no time to question it more as Logan let out a panicked screech. If Logan was scared, she definitely need to work fast! She laid down and stuck her muzzle into the entrance and chirped for her cubs to “come here”.
The smell of fear got stronger as tiny hands were placed on her snout. She let herself purr, as to let them know she was there for them and would protect them. She purred kind words that, even tho not understood, helped calmed the four down. It was rare for demon mothers to always look after their young but if she had to, Kirsten would die for these four. Soon, the family was sound asleep even as the thunder boomed into the night, Kirsten’s strange purr staying strong even when she herself was asleep. When the storm passed the next day, Kirsten woke up to her borrower cubs talking and eating.
She removed herself from the entrance and stretched. Her shoulders took a tull that night but she would do it again for her cubs.
“Mama!” Patton called to her as he carried a blackberry to her. A small snack in her eyes but a meal for the borrowers, “Would you like a berry?"
"Thank you deary.” Kirsten replied even if it came out as a meow or mruf to Patton. She gently took the berry from the oldest and ate it. The tartness really packed a punch but she didn’t mind. Her child gave it to her and she would enjoy it for him.
“Patton, I am going to see if any of the roads have been blocked.” Roman ran up to his older brother. The dramatic borrower waved to Kirsten before running off. She was worried for him and his fascination with humans. Something laid itself onto her right paw, it was Virgil, who was still tired from the night. He was fast asleep on her paw and she let him. Logan came over and place a warm blanket over him as Patton stroked his back. Kirsten licked the three as her family supported each other. Roman returned to them and started practicing with his wooden sword.
She was Mama to these four and they were her cubs.
I need need NEED to not talk about anything important on twitter ever again, it’s too insane. Just got into an argument with multiple people for saying that it’s fucked up to waste energy criticizing the conservative parents whose children who were JUST killed in the most recent school shooting. One person’s ending remark to me was like “I hope you have the week you deserve” I was like “I hope you have an excellent week as well!” What a world. The fact that multiple people got like legitimately angry at me for saying that maybe we shouldn’t put a mom on blast for being a member of a conservative group when her child was shot dead three days ago…
We all know why the idea “life begins at conception” is bullshit, but I’m also sitting here like? How the fuck is that gonna work re: funerals and shit? In the state of NV, a fetus isn’t considered ‘still born’ until 20 weeks. Funeral homes and hospitals in various states across the US have already been left to handle the final disposition of remains that would otherwise be considered medical waste.
Not to get too into the weeds, but after the cremation of a baby that’s idk 2/3 months old, there’s maybe a tablespoon of remains. Any remains left over after the cremation of an aborted fetus would be negligible.
I wrote this for Facebook five years ago on the 50th anniversary, but fuck it, I’ll cross post here.
Also: FUN FACT! 40% of the UK’s coal tips are in Wales. Thanks to their age and the increase in extreme weather events from climate change, they’re going to cost between 500 and 600 million pounds in the next 15 years to stabilise.
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Today is the 50th anniversary of Aberfan, but I suspect a lot of people probably don’t know much about it by now. 50 years is a long time, to be fair. But also, a shit ton of stuff came out about it more recently that I think even people who remember it happening don’t know about? So, I thought I might make a post-note-thingy to bring everyone up to speed.
So, the short of it for those completely not in the know is: on October 21st 1966, a coal tip on top of a mountain in the South Wales Valleys collapsed, causing what was essentially a landslide to rush down the slope and engulf the tiny village of Aberfan. It demolished houses; but perhaps more poignantly, it also hit Pantglas Junior school. The really upsetting thing here is that Aberfan was, and is, a tiny place - those children meant an entire generation was lost. And with terrible timing - had the spoil moved minutes earlier they’d have been in the playground and seen it coming, and been able to escape. Had it moved a few hours later, half term would have started, and no one would have been there.
Well, I say that - the really upsetting thing is that it was inherently avoidable. The above is the short version of events. This is the longer.
When the National Coal Board were picking where to build the tip they chose a site of sandstone, which as you intelligent and learned types all know, Facebookers, is porous, and the sandstone sat over multiple natural springs, which as you intelligent and learned types all know, Facebookers, are fucking everywhere in Wales, a country that literally lists rain as one of its main exports. The springs were clearly marked on maps of the neighbourhood, and more importantly, the locals all went and bloody told the NCB. Local children literally used to play in them. Sadly, in the history of Welsh Peasants vs English Mineral Barons, the day has never swung to the Welsh. So the tip got built directly above Aberfan on the side of Mynydd Merthyr.
In the years leading up to the disaster, three different coal tips at Aberfan had minor slips (including Tip Number 7, in fact; the one that would later cause the disaster). Multiple letters were written to the National Coal Board outlining the risks from both rainwater and the underlying springs, and they wrote multiple letters back, showing they were aware of the risk. One even acknowledged the risk to the school, in fact. But no one moved the tips. Why? Because the two men responsible for it didn’t like each other, and refused to work with one another on the report.
In the weeks leading up to the disaster, the heavens opened and a Biblical deluge descended upon South Wales. It particularly pissed it down on October the 21st, 1966, and the side of Waste Tip Number 7 became so saturated that 120,000 cubic metres broke off and flowed down the mountain, the front part having liquefied, in a wave 12 metres high. 40,000 cubic metres smashed through a row of houses and into Pantglas Junior School. Eyewitnesses who survived talked afterwards of the noise, saying it was so loud they thought a plane was crashing on them. One teacher ordered them to hide under their desks. Parents rushed up there to try to claw their children out by hand, and were quickly joined by miners from the Merthyr Vale Colliery (later joined by more from the Deep Navigation and the Taff Merthyr Collieries.) As the news spread, hundreds upon hundreds of people rushed to Aberfan to help, until the quantity of untrained volunteers were actually getting in the way of the trained operatives who had arrived. Meanwhile, more mud and water was in free-fall down the mountain, making things harder; that, and a water pipe in the town was also destroyed, meaning even more flooding in town, and more hindrance to the rescuers.
The school was hit at 9.13. No one was pulled out alive after 11.
So with the sheer scale of the disaster now in mind, at this point, Facebookers, let’s take a quick look at the actions of Lord Robens of Woldingham.
Now, this colossal dick fungus was the Chairman of the National Coal Board at the time of the disaster. He was notable by his absence. The Secretary of State for Wales, Cledwyn Hughes, obviously started ringing him to find out when he was going to turn up - lest we forget, the NCB had merrily built a coal tip on unsuitable land against local protestations and had now inevitably killed 116 kids and 28 adults, so you’d sort of expect the festering piece of knob-skin in charge of the damn thing to get his bony hide over there and at least have the decency to look a bit sad. But it was in Wales, so Lord Robens hoped no one would give a shit and would move on, and so went to his investiture as Chancellor of the University of Surrey instead.
Yes, you read that right - he found out he’d caused and allowed 116 children to be buried alive, but he wanted to go to a fancy ceremony in his honour that would let him be a university Chancellor.
And his office covered up for him by lying to Cledwyn Hughes, claiming that Lord Robens was actually at Aberfan and personally directing the rescue efforts. One can only assume they didn’t realise how small Aberfan is, and thus how instantly you can tell if someone isn’t there.
So, on the evening of the following day, Lord Robens finally deigned to turn up at the site of mass death he was responsible for, whereupon he told the first camera he saw, in front of all the locals who had been telling them not to build the damn tip there, that there was nothing that could have been done to avoid the disaster, because the tip had been built on UNKNOWN NATURAL SPRINGS.
He wasn’t finished either, Facebookers. Naturally, the locals were ready to commit murder if the remaining tips around the village weren’t removed, but at first, the government refused, saying it would be too expensive. The locals, obviously, objected, and so stormed the buildings of the Welsh Office in Cardiff and poured bags of slurry through the offices. Perhaps, they suggested, the government might like to live with it instead. After the court case (see below), Lord Robens of Woldingfuck refused to use NCB funds to finance moving the tips, instead demanding a huge sum of money from the public disaster relief fund. £150,000, to be precise, which was a full 10% of the fund.
This endeared him to no one, even including his dear elderly white-haired mother. No word on whether or not he had to get a squad of ninjas to protect him from the locals, but I presume he did.
Then came the enquiries, where the standard ‘oh god we’re talking to Welsh peasants’ mentalities came out. The press had also behaved like a bag of smashed arseholes over the whole thing, including the notable account of a photographer telling a six-year-old child who had been pulled alive out of the mud to cry over the bodies of her dead mates to make a better picture. Add that to Lord Bollocks of Woldingfuck pricking about, and the locals had really been pushed around. At the enquiry into the deaths of the first 30 children, their names and causes of death were read out; there were shouts of ‘Murder!’ in the court. Then one boy’s name was read out, and his death reported as asphyxia and multiple injuries. His father stood up.
“No sir,” he told the judge clearly. “Buried alive by the National Coal Board.”
At which point the judge AND CAN YOU IMAGINE PATRONISING SOMEONE LIKE THIS told him:
“I know your grief is much that you may not be realising what you are saying - ”
“I want it recorded – ‘Buried alive by the National Coal Board.’” the father interrupted. “That is what I want to see on the record. That is the feeling of those present. Those are the words we want to go on the certificate.”
No word on whether or not that patronising piece of shit Judge died of knob rot in a foreign jail, but I like to think so.
Finally, our Cledwyn had enough at the asshattery of all involved, and so on the 26th October 1966 he appointed his own goddam inquiry and got in respected Welsh barrister and Privy Councillor Lord Justice Edmund Davies, in the hope that maybe then the locals of Aberfan would not become so incensed that they would resurrect Zombie Owain Glyndwr and march on the border, which was becoming a distinct option by that point; plus, our Cledwyn wanted some actual pissing answers. It became known as the Davies Inquiry, which Wikipedia informs me was, at that time, the longest inquiry of its type in British history at 76 days (“interviewing 136 witnesses, examining 300 exhibits and hearing 2,500,000 words of testimony.”)
Now, you may have picked up that there was definite fault with the NCB. You may have somehow inferred that. You may have read between the lines and thought, ‘But Elanor, surely when the NCB were told not to put a coal tip on top of springs, and when the springs were even marked on the map, and then they did it anyway, surely only a goat or monkey could find the NCB innocent, especially when such a long inquiry was held?’
You are correct, Facebookers. And thus it was that in the final days of the inquiry, Lord Pissy Jizzbollock of Shittingfuck realised all was lost and essentially turned himself in, giving evidence to the inquiry that basically went 'Okay, you got us, the NCB should have been more careful, what are we like’.
The final findings of the Davies Inquiry:
“…the Aberfan disaster is a terrifying tale of bungling ineptitude by many men charged with tasks for which they were totally unfitted, of failure to heed clear warnings, and of total lack of direction from above… Blame for the disaster rests upon the National Coal Board. This is shared, though in varying degrees, among the NCB headquarters, the South Western Divisional Board, and certain individuals … The legal liability of the NCB to pay compensation of the personal injuries, fatal or otherwise, and damage to property, is incontestable and uncontested.”
They also found the NCB had been piss-poor at maintaining the tip anyhow, and confirmed that it had already suffered multiple minor landslides before the one that killed Aberfan’s children. Such is the history of environmental law, though.
Anyway, at this point Lord Fuck Off clearly realised that he had possibly fucked up big time here and so offered his resignation, but BRACE YOURSELVES.
His resignation was rejected by Harold Wilson, because Robens was good with Unions, and Wilson hated the Unions and so wanted to keep him active. Furthermore, nine members of the NCB were flagged as being to blame. No one ever received so much as a demotion. There were no repercussions whatsoever for anyone who had just caused the deaths of 116 children.
Compensation-wise: the NCB paid out compensation to the tune of £500 per child (in old money - today worth about £6512). Then the public also paid loads of money into a relief fund.
Here’s the bit the people who remember all this happening may not know. Recently, we finally got to read the documents about how that money was managed. From Wikipedia:
“The management of this fund caused considerable controversy over the years. Many aspects of the aftermath of the Aberfan Disaster remained hidden until 1997, when the British Public Records Office released previously embargoed documents under the thirty year rule. These documents revealed new information about the machinations of Lord Robens, the NCB and the Charity Commission in the wake of the Aberfan Disaster.
At one point the Charity Commission planned to insist that before any payment was made to bereaved parents, each case should be reviewed to ascertain if the parents had been close to their children and were thus likely to be suffering mentally. At another meeting, the Commission threatened to remove the Trustees of the Disaster Fund or make a financial order against them if they went ahead with making grants to parents of children who had not been physically injured that day, and the Trustees were forced to abandon these payments.[20]
Although the Davies Report had found that the NCB’s liability was “incontestable and uncontested” and it was widely felt that the NCB should have to bear the entire cost of removing the dangerous tips above Aberfan, Robens refused to pay the full cost, thereby putting the Trustees of the Disaster Fund under “intolerable pressure”. Robens then “raided” the Fund for £150,000 to cover the cost of removing the tips – an action that was “unquestionably unlawful” under charity law – and the Charity Commission took no action to protect the Fund from Robens’s dubious appropriation of funds.[21]”
So, to sum up: They didn’t want the people of Aberfan to actually have that money. The Charity Commission put parents through invasive and harrowing questioning to male sure they’d liked their dead kids sufficiently before they’d pay them compensation - and can you begin to imagine the trauma of that? When you’re already torturing yourself over every cross word you ever might have said, over having sent them to school that morning, over everything? And along comes some screaming fuckweasel and demands to know if you truly loved your child? If you ever argued? If you were ever exasperated by them? They ask your neighbours, your friends, if you showed enough affection?
There aren’t words.
The Charity Commission decided mental health did not exist. No dead child? Tough! You must be entirely fine and unaffected by having dug your barely-breathing child out of a tomb! The child is fine! No money for you. What do you mean counselling costs?
But oh lordy, back to Lord Bell-end of Twattingjizz again, look.
A court ordered him and the NCB to shoulder the costs of removing the tips and preventing further tragedy, having found that they were responsible.
And instead, he literally stole money from the survivors to do it.
And the Charity Commission let him.
In 2007, the Welsh Government paid £2 million into the fund to replace this money. The fund is still active today, helping the residents of Aberfan with the trauma.
Because hey, as I say, mental health: next came the trauma for the survivors, which is the part they utterly don’t tell you about. Children who had survived got survivors guilt, and never went outside - many couldn’t sleep with doors or windows closed. Multiple patients were prescribed sedatives, but were afraid to take them, desperately listening out to hear if the mountain was moving again. Birth rates, alcohol-related issues and health issues for pre-existing conditions all rose dramatically. Multiple people had breakdowns over the subsequent years. In 2003, the Journal of British Psychiatry published a study into the long-term psychological effects of the disaster. Half of the survivors had had PTSD at some point in their lives; as a group, the survivors were over three times more likely to develop lifetime PTSD than a comparison group who had also experienced life-threatening traumas; and 34% of the survivors still reported nightmares or sleep problems about the disaster.
It may be fifty years today, but Aberfan has not recovered. For so many of them, the whole thing is still happening. And somehow, Lord Robens of Woldingham never did go to fucking jail where he belonged.
And that, for them as don’t know, is the tale of the Aberfan Disaster.
Police got sued because a woman reported her abusive ex-husband, trying to protect her kids. Ex kidnaps the three girls, mother calls the police, police do jack and shit. After many hours of calling the cops, trying to get them to DO SOMETHING, the ex shows up at the police, shooting a gun. The girls were dead in his car. She sued, it went to the Supreme Court, and they literally ruled that discretion in all forms falls on the cops; basically, THEY DON’T HAVE TO PROTECT PEOPLE. Which is LITERALLY HALF of “PROTECT AND SERVE”. Police don’t serve much of a point anymore; defund the fuck out of them.
