The Man Was Murdered in the Street.

He died a horrible death at the hands of people paid to protect.

They are trained. And they are murderers. They knew what they were doing could kill him.

It’s not the first time I’ve wept while watching World News. My tears weren’t all sadness. I lost it because a mixture of rage and frustration washed over me like a tidal wave.

There it is. Incredible. A bad dream. Cut and dried, impossible to ignore. In broad…