It's a beautiful night. There is just a touch of fall in the air. Now, imagine for a moment, the shock when the first fist flies in anger and hate. Maybe he tastes his own blood in his mouth. Then, the terrible, awful quiet that comes before death under the wide western sky.
Murder is murder.
This young man's murder is a national tragedy. No fence straddling. No carefully crafted words of disapproval. You've got to choose sides. There is no middle ground.