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Nothing less – nothing more.”
     
    There was a prolonged pause.  Mac’s eyes remained fixated on the wall of his office.
     
    “Explain what happened.”
     
    “What happened was this, and it’s exactly what I told the police officer, the investigators, my first attorney…not that it mattered.  I’m guessing within the hour of my being arrested communications were coming in from D.C. telling them exactly what was to happen to me.
     
    “So I get out of my vehicle and approach the man beating that woman.  He looks up at me and I can tell he’s on something.  Eyes are all over the place.  PCP, meth, something.  So I stop about twenty feet or so, tell him to let the woman go.  Tell him he needs to let the woman go and step back.  He hauls off and hits her again.  Hard.  Could hear his fist just lay into the side of her face – busted her jaw right in front of me.  Then he looks back at me…tells me to mind my own fucking business…he’s screaming at me.  Asking me if I want some too.  Kept saying that – ‘You want some?  You want some of this?’
     
    “Now maybe ten seconds have gone by at this point, and I’m assessing the situation, figuring I need to just get in there, incapacitate the man and save that woman’s life.  Basically, my training is telling me it’s a hostage situation.  I’m not thinking that to myself…it’s instinct at this point.  Not the first time I’ve dealt with somebody having their life threatened and I got to deal with it fast.  No time to think it over, I just got to act.  My training is kicking in now, it’s taking me over.  At that point, people like me, we don’t think.  We just – respond.
     
    “And that’s when, a split second from my going in, that’s when I see his hand go to the back of his pants.  He was wearing jogging pants, something like that, and his hand is moving to the back of those pants and then I see the shape of a gun.  Big gun.  .357.  The asshole is going Dirty Harry on me.  So like I said, I’m not thinking at this point.  I’m in full on active mode.  Before he had that gun even halfway to pointing in my direction, I’ve fired off two rounds to the side of his head.  Half-inch spread.  The MK-25, in the right hands, about as accurate a handgun as you’ll ever find.  Brains go flying out the other side and he just drops.  Dead before his body hits the ground.  Clean kill.
     
    “The woman crawls away, but she’s in a bad way.  Messed up.  Can hardly talk.  Legs aren’t working right for her.  I’m thinking possible brain trauma at that point.  The guy was hitting her hard enough. I use my cell to call 911 and wait.  Strange thing is it takes them almost twenty minutes to get there.  At the time I was just pissed, incompetent local cops, that kind of thing.  By the time they have me locked up I got it figured out.  As soon as I called someone was pulling my phone message, the 911 call, and was doing an assessment on how to use the situation to shut me the hell up.”
     
    “So they had been monitoring you by then?  The government?”
     
    “Yeah, the government was all over me since Benghazi.  I was one of two left of the four of us, so why not use this little mess to put me away?  Easier.  No chance of my returning fire on someone, right?  Just use the legal system to shut me down for good.  Even made it a federal crime so they could make sure to control it.”
     
    “My dad mentioned that, how they took it from a state crime to a federal crime by…they designated it a hate crime?  Right?”
     
    “Exactly.  I’m white, the dead guy was black.  Simple as that.  Hate crime.  They had the woman…the woman whose life I saved, she gave testimony to the Feds I had yelled out ‘Nigger, put the gun down.’  I never said that.  Would never say that.  Black…White…I don’t give a shit about any of that.”
     
    “Why did she testify you said that?”
     
    “Hell, all they have