Never did I think we’d be living in a world where murdering your children makes you a hero while demanding accountability makes you a villain.
But here we are.
Lindsay Clancy strangled her three children, one by one, with exercise bands, in the basement of their home.
Cora was five. Dawson was three. Callan was eight months old.
Nobody disputes it. Not the prosecution. Not the defense. Not even Lindsay Clancy.
Yet every morning outside the Plymouth courthouse, a crowd of women in pink shirts and pink posters line up to cheer her lawyer on his way through the door. They call it solidarity. I call it a mob. And they are there to defend her with everything they’ve got.
If this is what compassion looks like now, God help us.
Here are the facts. The defense is not arguing the children died by accident. They are not arguing someone else did it. They do not dispute Clancy strangled each of her children. Their argument, across five weeks and more than 80 witnesses, is that Clancy lacked any and all criminal responsibility because she was suffering from postpartum psychosis and had been overmedicated.
That distinction is the entire case. The Left has decided to get it wrong anyway.
Over the past few weeks, the pink mob has become an army of amateur psychiatrists and prosecutors. Blaming her medication. Blaming her emotions. Blaming the healthcare system. Blaming the government. Blaming the father who came home to find all three of his children dead.
Don’t take my word for it. A reporter went down to the courthouse and put a microphone in front of the women in pink. Here is what they said.
Asked whether Lindsay Clancy should go to jail: “We’re not sure.” Pressed: “We are very on the fence.”
Three children strangled to death, and they’re on the fence.
Asked what consequences she should face, one offered this: “Obviously, she’s already in a wheelchair.” Lindsay Clancy is in that wheelchair because she jumped from a second-story window after she killed her children. A wheelchair is not a sentence. Cora, Dawson, and Callan didn’t get a wheelchair. They got caskets.
Another: “I don’t think she did it.” Think about the delusion required to believe that, and to believe that somehow Lindsay Clancy’s own defense attorney forgot to bring it up. He has spent five weeks in that courtroom. Not once has he said she didn’t do it.
Another: “He should go to jail for negligence. He needs to take care of his kids, and that was his responsibility.” He. The father. Patrick Clancy lost every one of his children in the most horrific way imaginable, and then publicly asked the world to forgive the woman who did it. The pink mob’s answer is to send him to prison.
Another: “… you are not perfect.” Not perfect is burning dinner. Not perfect is forgetting where you put your keys. Not perfect is losing your temper in the carpool line. Not perfect is not strangling three children in a basement.
And the excuse I keep hearing: “We feel she’s very sleep-deprived. Her job as a labor-and-delivery nurse, working night shifts, and three children is … a lot.” Sleep-deprived. Three children were strangled to death, and the defense from the sidewalk is that she didn’t get enough sleep? You’ve got to be kidding me.
To be fair, one of them did eventually concede: “But yet, her three children are gone.”
Yet. As if the dead children were a footnote.
Social media has become a courthouse where evidence is optional, certainty is mandatory, and the loudest voice holds the gavel.
These women are not truth-seekers. They are a mob harassing a man who lost every one of his children in the most horrific way imaginable.
Let’s talk about the pills argument. A corner of the internet has decided the pills did this. I don’t know who needs to hear this, but Zoloft doesn’t make you murder your children. Millions of people take psychiatric medication every day. They raise children. They go to work. They pack lunches. They miserably sit in the carpool line. They get through the day. Zoloft didn’t strangle those children. Their mother did.
Then, there’s the crowd blaming these gruesome murders on postpartum depression — completely undermining — and in doing so, insulting every woman who has ever had it and whose children are alive today.
I experienced postpartum depression with my second child. It is real. It is serious. It can distort your sense of self, fill your mind with fear, and make ordinary life feel overwhelming and hostile. As a medical issue, it deserves serious attention. It does not drive you to strangle your children one by one — nor does it excuse your murderous ways if you do, and it does not excuse it if you do.
You can believe women deserve better care. You can believe doctors should take postpartum symptoms seriously. You can believe the system needs more treatment beds, better medication oversight, and faster intervention. All of those things can be true.
And Lindsay Clancy can still be a murderer.
If postpartum mental illness becomes a get-out-of-jail-free card for murdering your children, then by logic, anyone diagnosed with it should lose custody of their kids.
And if it’s not murder, then a man taking testosterone who sexually assaults a woman isn’t a rapist — according to their twisted logic.
Every mother who has ever suffered postpartum depression and gotten out of bed the next morning to feed her kids deserves better than to be used as a human shield for a triple murder.
The prosecution says Clancy acted deliberately and knew right from wrong. The defense says her mental state destroyed any responsibility whatsoever. The jury’s job is to weigh those claims, WITHOUT bias.
Outside the courthouse stands the pink-poster legal dream team. Their signs say, “She Needed Help.” And look, maybe she did. Lots of people need help. But needing “help” doesn’t excuse murder.
A pink poster is not an insanity defense. You cannot put “She Needed Help” on a piece of foam board, and suddenly the jury is required to respond, “Oh sh*t, never mind; dismiss the evidence.”
Then the jury came back from the weekend, and reporters in the courtroom noticed something. At least two jurors were wearing pink. The same pink the mob has worn on the sidewalk for weeks.
The jury is choosing between first-degree murder, second-degree murder, manslaughter, not guilty by reason of insanity, and not guilty. Not guilty.
For a woman whose own lawyer has never once claimed she didn’t do it.
After four days of deliberation, the jury is deadlocked.
The internet got this story all wrong. This is not about Lindsay Clancy’s feelings.
This is about justice for the children she murdered.
Cora. Dawson. Callan.
This case will set a precedent, and every mother in America should understand what it is. The verdict isn’t just about Lindsay Clancy. It’s about whether the lives of three children are worth less than the feelings of the woman who ended them.
Cora. Dawson. Callan.
Say their names. Then ask yourself who is standing outside that courthouse for them.
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Congresswoman Nancy Mace is the U.S. Representative for South Carolina’s 1st congressional district.
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