In the dusty outskirts of Seminole, Texas - just past the cotton fields and under the relentless spring sun - Peter Hildebrand stands outside a gas station, his eyes rimmed red and voice cracking.
What the heck kind of photo op is that? The guy in charge of keeping people from dying takes a picture with a family whose daughter died from a preventable illness?
“Hey, good job on the dead kid! Lets take a picture!”
What the heck kind of photo op is that? The guy in charge of keeping people from dying takes a picture with a family whose daughter died from a preventable illness?
“Hey, good job on the dead kid! Lets take a picture!”
“Cheese!”
Like, seriously. They’re smiling like their cute little 8-yo isn’t dead a few days ago. What fucking sick ghouls.