The one-way ticket to Guatemala became a one-way ticket to the slammer.
The Justice Department announced an arrest earlier this week at Logan Airport in Boston in the firebombing of a Wisconsin Family Action office in Madison, Wisconsin, last May. The terroristic act came in anticipation of the Dobbs v. Jackson decision that allowed states to restrict abortion throughout pregnancy.
“If abortions aren’t safe, then you aren’t either,” the arsonist spray painted in cursive outside of the group’s burnt office. The culprit also rather neatly spray painted the anarchist “A” alongside “1312,” which indicated not a belated protest of Pope Clement disbanding the Knights Templar that year but instead numerically represented the letters ACAB, an initialism for “All Cops Are Bastards.”
The taunt seemed unwise given the profession tasked with investigating the case. So, too, did the impeccable penmanship (spraypaintmanship?) on the cursive messaging left at the scene. It represented, in police parlance, a “clue.” The writing ostensibly said something about abortions and anarchy and cops. It really said the person who wrote this cares deeply that everyone who reads it knows his or her advanced level of education.
Who tries for calligraphy with a can of Krylon?
Hridindu Sankar Roychowdhury allegedly does.
The distinctive spraypaintmanship at the crime scene led cops to similarly foppish tagging done at the state capitol, which led them to Roychowdhury’s truck (A truck? Really?). They then snagged a half-eaten burrito from the trash — starving kids in Africa and he throws away food — discarded by Roychowdhury. The DNA matched that found at the crime scene.
The ideological DNA of his social media posts also matched the messaging left at the crime scene. “I hope to see ten thousand hanging pigs,” he tweeted in the summer of 2020. “I hope to see this country burn.”
But if he could not ignite one of the Molotov cocktails found at the scene, what chance does he hold of seeing a great conflagration engulf the entire country?
The man shares one enthusiasm with Beavis. Otherwise Hridindu and Beavis part company, especially in academics.
Until fairly recently, Roychowdhury worked as a research assistant at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, where he pursued a Ph.D. in biophysics. He evidently traded in the academic life for the corporate one in working for Promega (not to be confused with Pro-MAGA). Now he looks at five to twenty in the penitentiary.
Or does he?
It all recalls UW-Madison radicals of long ago. In 1970, four losers dubbing themselves the New Year’s Gang bombed Wisconsin’s Sterling Hall. They murdered researcher and father of three Robert Fassnacht, working Sunday night into Monday morning when the bomb exploded at 3:42 a.m., but did no real damage to the intended target (the Army Mathematics Research Center).
One of the bombers served seven years, two did three years, and one, Leo Burt, remains unaccounted for. Mr. Roychowdhury knows science. Does he know history?
Four other bombers who went to the University of Wisconsin killed one, maimed another, injured others, caused millions of dollars in property damage, and they served a combined 13 years.
Terrorists who attach left-wing causes to their crimes often avoid legal punishment or enjoy abridged stays in prison. Some receive clemency, such as the FALN goons sprung from incarceration by President Bill Clinton or the Puerto Rican nationalists who shot five congressmen in the Capitol in 1974 later given their freedom by President Jimmy Carter. Others, such as Bill Ayers, Bernardine Dohrn, and so many in Weatherman, somehow failed to arouse much prosecutorial interest. Remember Urooj Rahman, the lawyer caught torching an NYPD van with a Molotov cocktail during the George Floyd riots? Her lawyers somehow convinced the Justice Department to enter into a new plea deal after her guilty plea. In sentencing her to 15 months, the judge called Rahman “a remarkable person who did a terrible thing on one night.”
The alleged perpetrator in the Madison bombing did a terrible thing on at least two occasions.
“If you want a burrito,” Pete Yorn sings in his sonic homage to the Mexican dish, “you can have another bite of mine.” For sharing his burrito with a garbage can instead of a hungry friend, Hridindu Sankar Roychowdhury faces years in the penitentiary.
Maybe next time he thinks twice before behaving like such a wastrel. Hoping for reformation on his alleged pyromaniac tendencies asks for too much.
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