He had been told to leave. The first time, by federal court order. He was deported. He came back across the border. Illegally. The second time, by an ICE detainer, after his fourth DUI arrest in California. The county jail refused to honor it. He walked. A year later, three generations of one family lay dead on a floor in Modesto. A grandmother. A mother. A two-week-old infant. The sheriff, in his own words, explained the release: “It was just a DUI.” A baby who had not yet learned to roll over is now in a casket because of “just.” He should be alive. God bless every American who refuses to call this just.