The country’s fiercest differences collided in a small Wisconsin city last summer—and a teenager opened fire. This is the most complete reconstruction yet of how American order imploded for three nights.
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Three blocks to the north, he could see a line of four armored police personnel carriers: safety, it seemed to him.
Rittenhouse huffed along for a block and a half until he encountered a group of racial-justice protesters streaming south, drawn by his gunshots. At first, the throng didn't pay much attention to the kid weaving through them: With his baby face and his backward American-flag baseball cap, he looked even younger than he was. But soon shouts relayed news of the shooting through the crowd. The barrel of the Smith & Wesson AR-15-style assault rifle he gripped was still hot.
"Get that dude!"
"What'd he do?"
"He shot someone!"
"Get his ass!"
By the time Rittenhouse was within a block of reaching the police, roughly a dozen men were chasing him. One threw a right haymaker, knocking off the teenager's baseball cap, before peeling away, perhaps intimidated by the rifle. Rittenhouse was a few steps ahead of the pack when he tripped. He slammed down on the asphalt and rolled onto his back, whipping his weapon toward his pursuers.
This is illustrative of what's going on. A guy is running around with an assault rifle after having killed someone and people in the area were justifiably scared of him.
If this were a mass-shooter and ordinary citizens died trying to stop him, they'd be heroes.
Here's the thing. He
is a mass shooter.