Top Texas cop admits cops botched Uvalde school response: ‘Wrong decision, period’

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• There’s just so many questions and not lining up. All of us who put on our uniforms, getting into our cruiser and start our shift know this could be that day. For those who have sworn to protect to just stand by while children are calling for your help is something I don’t understand. I will NOT defend. As for all the chicken shits not attending the NRA convention after committing to being there. Check what you stand for. It’s not the gun. It’s the evil that’s squeezing the trigger. All you banners and confiscators, pull the video of the Norwegian shooting individuals with arrows.

  • So, like you, I was looking for answers, thinking the commander in this situation must be a nincompoop or coward, when I read about the changes they made to the school to supposedly make it more safe. Two changes stand out: one, they reinforced the doors, steel doors in steel framework, so kids and teachers could lock themselves in and a nutcase with a gun could not kick the door in to get at them; and two, the windows were made smaller and harder for a shooter to see in and aim at them from outside. These two physical changes made it unlikely the police could quickly kick the door down and achieve a rescue, and made it difficult to impossible to see inside and tell what was happening.

    Which seems to at least partially absolve their actions, until you ask the logical question, "So how did they get in and rescue the kids when they did, then?"

    • Small windows= no one can escape using them in a shooting or a fire. Stupid.

      This is why I hate my mother-in-law's basement. Small ass windows, only one way out, the stairwell.

      • When I was a teenaged rebel. I liked to ask adults the question, "Why is it that the newer the school, the more it looks like a prison? What does that say about the real goal of educators?" Half a century later, it's still a good question.

        When I was in high school in the late sixties, early seventies, they were just starting to transition from a more laid-back attitude in education to a more prison-like attitude. Vice principals were usually the enforcers. In tenth grade I had a study hall period back to back with a lunch hour. Since the study hall was basically pandemonium and the lunch hour was worse, I decided to not waste my time with either. My high school was downtown about a mile from the main library, so I would stuff my books in my locker and walk down the hill to the library for that two hours. I have always loved to read and hanging out in a library was like heaven to me. One day the VP caught me leaving and asked me where the hell I was going.

        • I wasn't sneaking. I would walk right by the office and out the front door every day. I was cocky and rebellious, but not sneaky or rude. I told him I was going downtown to the library. "Says who?" he asked. "Says me," I replied. We had a short discussion about whether I needed permission from someone to leave the school and then he threatened to call my mother. I told him let's do it. He called my mother and told her he caught me leaving the school. "Where was he going?" my mother asked. "To the library." "So the school has a problem with my son going to the library and reading books?" Mom had a knack for sarcasm. The upshot was that Mom explained to him very distinctly that her child was her responsibility, not any kind of prisoner of the school, and she liked the idea that I was going to the library every day. That's how parents used to feel, before educators implanted the idea that kids are somehow their property.