What follows is a conversation that might have taken place in the
Rittenhouse home on the night of August 25th, 2020.
Not knowing Kyle Rittenhouse or his mom, it is extremely unlikely I
was there to record the conversation verbatim.
Kyle:
“Mom?”
Mom:
“Yes?”
Kyle:
“I'm going out.”
Mom:
“Oh. Where're you going?”
Kyle:
“Kenosha.”
Mom:
“Okay. What's going on up there?”
Kyle:
“People are rioting after a recent police shooting. I thought I'd
grab my AR-15 and assist in bringing law and order to a troubled community and in so doing, protect America.”
Mom:
“Okay, honey. You know where it is?”
Kyle:
“No.”
Mom:
“That's because you never put it back where it belongs. Can you start to
work on that?”
Kyle:
(sighs) “Yeeesssss.”
Mom:
“It's in the hall closet. You have ammunition?”
Kyle:
(pause) “No.”
Mom:
(sighs) “How old are you?”
Kyle:
(exasperatedly) “Moommm...”
Mom:
“There's a new carton of shells on the workbench in the garage. You
know where that is?”
(Kyle
sighs)
A
door slams.
Mom:
(under her breath) “The world was gonna end if he didn't get that
dad-gum gun for Christmas. And now that he has it, he doesn't know
where it is half the time. Lord almighty.”
A
door opens and closes. Kyle re-enters the room.
Kyle:
“Okay, mom. I'm going.”
Mom:
“Okay, honey. You all set?”
Kyle:
“Locked and loaded.”
Mom:
“Be careful! Home by midnight!”
Kyle:
(resignedly) “Okay.”
And
so it was that seventeen year-old Kyle Rittenhouse set out and made
the drive from Antioch, Illinois to Kenosha, Wisconsin. Stuffed with
right-wing propaganda, young Rittenhouse (the very definition of a
cop wanna-be) was going to patrol the streets of Kenosha just like a
real, live cop.
Except
he wasn't one.
If
you're keeping score at home, Rittenhouse was prohibited from
possessing a firearm in the state of Wisconsin, much less parading
down the street with one in an urban fire zone. In the most
unassailable example of white privilege I can imagine, Rittenhouse
was reportedly welcomed by the law enforcement on-site.
Can
you imagine had he been Black?
Strolling
through that socioeconomic divide, Rittenhouse attracted the
consternation of various onlookers. Despite Rittenhouse's claims that
he was there in a quote-unquote medical capacity, the sight of a
white guy carrying an assault rifle sent an unmistakable message to
those around him.
Can
you say vigilante?
As
they always do, the presence of a gun exacerbated the situation.
Inflamed it. Escalated it. If you're even a moderately-literate
person, you know none of those words are good things in the middle of
an already-volatile civic uprising.
Rightly
concerned that Rittenhouse was there to administer right-wing
justice, several onlookers attempted to take his gun away. Rittenhouse reacted
to this self-created drama by killing two of them.
Naturally,
he claimed self-defense.
“They
were trying to take away my assault rifle which had no business being there in the
first place!” remains the fullest, most-complete version of his would-be
testimony.
With
conspiracy and pre-meditation difficult to prove, I'm hoping
Rittenhouse gets hit with two counts of second-degree murder. Whatever
pity I feel for him is in having a mom as clueless as she was
spineless, and existing in a void of sound parental guidance.
Consequently,
he fell prey to propaganda that led him to believe he could
achieve the status he craved by possessing a gun. Guess
you know better now, don't you Kyle? And if you don't—all the more
reason to keep you behind bars for a long, long time.
You
took two things that night you can't ever give back.
But
that really isn't important, is it? What's really important is
that a gun could be put into your hands—above all else. Because if
one couldn't, we would be a lawless, heathen civilization at the mercy of bad guys with guns. (Not to mention naive, not-so-bright guys that think they're cops.)
Yeah.
God
bless America.