Renee Davis, 23, a single mother of 3 with another child on the way suffered from a history of depression (eminently understandable: who can raise any kid, let alone four, on her own and maintain sanity? Perhaps that’s why the Lord designed families with two parents). Poor Ms. Davis made the mistake of confiding to a friend that she wasn’t well last Friday night; the friend called the cops, who promptly shot her dead: “Police officers in Washington state … say they knocked on the door [of Ms. Davis’ home] several times but no one came. The two deputies entered … and say they found Davis, 23, armed inside with two young children.”
The lady was “armed” because she “owned a hunting rifle and had recently killed a deer and an elk…”
So we can add yet another victim who was sitting peaceably at home, minding her own business, to the cops’ list of casualties. “The officers fired several shots at Davis,“–we’ll presume in front of her children: thanks, “officers”! What, do you throw in traumatizing little kids as a bonus when you take out their parents?–“who was pronounced dead at the scene. Davis’ relatives said they have many questions regarding the circumstances of the shooting, which remain under investigation.”
Indeed. Don’t we all?
As Bill Martin, who sent me the article reporting this horrific tragedy, warns, “Don’t ever call them. They never help.”
10:39 am on October 24, 2016 Email Becky Akers
