
This mother’s words will wreck you.
Her teenage son was murdered by a repeat criminal who was back out on the streets.
When she got to the hospital, they told her his body was now a “crime scene.” She couldn’t touch him. Couldn’t hug him. Couldn’t say goodbye.
Nurses physically stopped her: “You can’t touch him. He’s evidence. We can’t risk tampering with it.”
His feet were still sticking out from under the blanket — in little socks. She will never get that last embrace.
This is what soft-on-crime policies and revolving-door “justice” do to American families.
How many more mothers have to live with this agony before we put the criminals — not the victims — behind bars for good?
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