In the months after the Butler shooting, the fragments hardened into rival realities. Official timelines were published, hearings held, reports footnoted into exhaustion. Yet none of it settled the unease that something essential remained just out of reach. The more institutions insisted the record was closed, the more people felt the book had been quietly rewritten.

Tucker Carlson’s video didn’t solve the mystery; it multiplied it, exposing how brittle public trust had become. The FBI’s careful denial—accurate, narrow, lawyerly—only underscored the distance between what is said and what is heard. In that gap, citizens now live, forced to decide whose version of reality to inhabit. The Butler rooftop lingers not as a puzzle to be solved, but as a warning: once belief fractures, even the clearest footage can no longer guarantee a common truth.