That was why I always tried to remind myself that if ever faced with someone hellbent on killing myself, another officer, or some other innocent, I would do everything in my power to prevent them—their age, race, gender, or sexual orientation and political or litigation consequences be damned. It was the only way I could I get myself in that black and white at the start of my shift.
More than ever, it takes a certain man or woman to wear the badge. With the possible exception of the "kill the pig" dogma era of the late sixties and early seventies, it is much more dangerous today to be a cop. People of all ages—not just criminals—are better armed. They're also pissed off—at the economy, their peers, their family, their country. And they're willing to kill because of it.
The sooner that cops embrace the notion that the person they may find themselves in a firefight in may look more like a grandfather than a gangster, the better able they will be to not only respond to the threat at the time, but deal with its aftermath. A certain amount of desensitizing may be in order so that you won't hesitate to take the shot the next time you have to. Think about Columbine killers Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris the next time you're at the range. Contemplate the image of James von Brunn. But don't consider their age a basis for any amnesty.
Because when deciding a course of action while facing a person armed with a gun, the question should never be what sex, age, or race they are.
The question should be whether or not they've the capability of mustering 2.2 pounds of trigger pull—and the inclination to do so.