Dr. Jackson Avery walked out of the operating room rather than help save the perpetrator. But his compassion is reawakened when he sees that lonely woman waiting for news. “Excuse me ma’am, has anyone talked to you about your son?” he asks her.
“The police questioned me for hours, like I should have known something,” she says between sobs. “They found a suicide note in his jeans and I didn’t know anything. My whole life, everything I ever knew, is a lie. He’s my baby. All I want to know is if he’s alive. Is that terrible? All these people he hurt. Does that make me a terrible person?” Avery kneels and gently says her son is still alive, and the doctor will give her an update when surgery is complete.
So, why am I telling you this? It’s because an alarming number and range of people keep calling Jared Loughner a nut job, a whack job, a lunatic and an evil person (1.1 million Google hits on the first three terms within 48 hours of the Arizona shootings that critically injured Rep. Gabrielle Giffords). They keep asking why his parents didn’t meet their responsibilities, get him treatment, commit him to a hospital, make sure he takes medication.