Father of ICE agent who fatally shot Renee Good breaks silence

The father’s voice does not tremble. A mother is dead, a nation divided,

and he insists his son did nothing wrong.

As protests grow and politicians weaponize her final seconds,

an 80-year-old dad steps forward, proud and unflinching, daring

America to judge a man he swears is “tremendous” befo… Continues…

He stands in the middle of a storm he never asked for, defending a son now infamous to millions of strangers. To Ed Ross, Jonathan is not a symbol of federal power or partisan rage. He is a Christian, a father, a veteran who once bled in Iraq and, more recently, on an American street when another car dragged him down the asphalt. Those scars, his father believes, shaped a split-second decision that can never be undone.

Outside their Minnesota home, neighbors remember the Trump flags, the “Don’t Tread On Me” banner, the clear lines of allegiance in an already fractured country. Inside, a Filipino American family now lives with the knowledge that one icy morning ended a mother’s life and shattered their own. As federal officials hide his name and politicians trade accusations of “terrorism” and “recklessness,” a father refuses to retreat, staking his faith, his pride, and his son’s future on a single, contested moment.

He stands in the middle of a storm he never asked for,

defending a son now infamous to millions of strangers.

To Ed Ross, Jonathan is not a symbol of federal power or partisan rage.

He is a Christian, a father, a veteran who once bled in Iraq and, more recently,

on an American street when another car dragged him down the asphalt.

Those scars, his father believes,

shaped a split-second decision that can never be undone.

Outside their Minnesota home,

neighbors remember the Trump flags,

the “Don’t Tread On Me” banner,

the clear lines of allegiance in an already fractured country.

Inside, a Filipino American family now lives with

the knowledge that one icy morning ended a mother’s life and shattered their own.

As federal officials hide his name and politicians trade accusations

of “terrorism” and “recklessness,” a father refuses to retreat,

staking his faith, his pride, and his son’s future on a single, contested moment.

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