My daughters both tried hard not to see Charlie Kirk die. But both saw him die anyway. They saw the bullet strike, they saw his body jerk, they saw the torrent of blood that proved the shot had been fatal. Though they didn’t want to see any of it, it was all but inevitable that sooner or later the algorithm would make sure they did.
You probably saw it too. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry you saw someone die. I’m sorry that for many of you, you saw someone die whom you looked up to and perhaps even regarded as a kind of friend or mentor. Mostly, I’m just sorry that you witnessed something so horrific and traumatic, something no one deserves to see.
The First Murder
I still remember the first murder I ever witnessed. Like you, I didn’t set out to see anyone die. A colleague told me I should watch a video, and before I knew it, I was watching Muslim extremists slit the throat of an American they had taken captive. Many years have passed since then, and I’ve never forgotten the sound and the sight of a clip that lasted no more than a few
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