In the days after the shooting, Alex Pretti’s life was pulled apart like evidence: his shifts in the ICU, his social media posts, his decision to wear a rifle into a charged crowd. Each side cherry‑picked the pieces that proved their case, then discarded the rest. The agents said they saw a man advancing with a weapon toward an arrest they believed could turn deadly in an instant. Protesters saw federal uniforms, long guns, and a government that always seems to fire first and apologize never.What made the moment unbearable was not just the blood on the pavement, but the realization that the rules change with the politics of the body holding the gun. If a right can be praised one day and denied the next, it is less a principle than a costume. Alex Pretti died in that costume change, somewhere between citizen and suspect, symbol and man.
Borderline Rights, Engineered Chaos
