I keep thinking about the poor child of the San Bernardino terrorists. In his book, Bill Ayers tells the story of his adoptive son whose dumb parents dropped him off at grandma’s as a toddler because they wanted to go commit some acts of terror.
Ayers and his wife adopted the kid but, obviously, he began to unravel psychologically. The boy was well on the way to becoming a sociopath, a criminal, or a drug addict (or all three) but, thankfully, his adoptive parents and his grandparents were not only very educated but also extremely wealthy people. They hired a team of ultra-expensive psychoanalysts to work with the boy. It took a couple of decades and a fortune but the boy was finally rehabilitated and integrated into society.
The likelihood that anybody in the San Bernardino baby’s life has the intelligence and the resources to invest into her long-term psychological care is nil. And if the baby is allowed to remain with the horrible grandma, a.k.a. terrorist factory, there will be no hope left for her.