Cora Clancy was five. Dawson was three. Callan was eight months.

I started there because apparently somebody has to.

Their mother, Lindsay Clancy, strangled all three in the basement of their Duxbury, Massachusetts, home in January 2023. She admits it. This week a jury couldn't decide whether she should be held criminally responsible. Eleven jurors reportedly favored acquittal. One didn't. After 38 hours of deliberation across seven days, the judge declared a mistrial.

And outside the courthouse? Pink. Hundreds of people in pink shirts and bows, holding signs reading "Believe," "She Needed Help," and "Peace For Lindsay." Pink was Cora's favorite color.

Yes. The favorite color of the 5-year-old girl Lindsay Clancy strangled became the uniform for people rallying around Lindsay Clancy.

What in God's name is wrong with these people?

Cora isn't here to wear pink. She's dead. Dawson is dead. Callan is dead. And the woman who put exercise bands around their necks has somehow become the sympathetic central character in the story.

No. I'm not doing that.

Bethany Mandel, the conservative columnist and mother of six, pointed out something embarrassingly obvious: everybody knows Lindsay Clancy's name. How many know the names of her children? Learn them. Cora. Dawson. Callan. Those are the victims. Not the woman in the courtroom.

And before the pink people start screaming at me about postpartum psychosis, save it. I know postpartum illness exists. I know women suffer terribly from it. I also know what was presented in this courtroom, and after hearing it, I don't believe........

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