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There are many bad ideas on the internet.
Arguing with strangers in comment sections. Clicking “unsubscribe” on obviously fake emails. Letting a 14-year-old explain cryptocurrency to you.
But calling in a fake emergency on an 81-year-old grandmother who plays Minecraft for charity? That may be one of the dumber ones.
Especially when that grandmother is Sue Jacquot, better known as GrammaCrackers, and she responds to the whole thing with more grace, humor, and backbone than most of us can muster when the printer jams.
We’ve written about Sue Jacquot before.
She’s better known to the internet as GrammaCrackers, the 81-year-old YouTuber with more than 600,000 subscribers who has been streaming Minecraft to raise money for her grandson Jack’s cancer treatment.
If you missed that story, it’s worth your time. Sue is one of our favorite people on the internet right now.
And lately, she and her family have been taking the fundraiser even further.
For the past couple of weeks, they’ve been running a 24/7 livestream, taking shifts around the clock to keep the momentum going. The internet watches. The donations climb. By Sue’s count, they’ve now crossed $100,000.
It’s a wonderful story.
Unfortunately, wonderful stories on the internet sometimes attract people whose main contribution to society is making everyone wish the “block” button worked in real life.
On May 18, someone called police and falsely reported that Sue had been shot in her own home.
That kind of fake emergency call is known as swatting.
The idea is simple, cruel, and incredibly dangerous: someone reports a fake violent emergency at another person’s address, hoping police will respond with overwhelming force. It is not a harmless prank. It is a felony. People have been injured. People have died.
In Sue’s case, the police response was immediate and massive.
By Sue’s own count, there were around 20 police cars, five SWAT vehicles, and drones overhead.
Sue, meanwhile, was deeply asleep.
If you’ve ever wondered what it looks like when an 81-year-old refuses to be rattled, please allow Sue to demonstrate.
She was walked out of the house by an officer she later described as “the prettiest police woman I’ve ever seen,” adding that the officer had beautiful eyes and was very sweet.
Then, because Sue is Sue, she added that the officer looked like she could “kick butt” if she needed to.
Sue also got her first-ever ride in a police car, which she seemed to regard less as a traumatic event and more as an unexpected field trip.
When it was over, her grandkids hugged her. A lot.
“You can’t get that much attention normally,” Sue said. “I was getting all kinds of hugs. I was really eating it up.”
Then she did the most Sue thing imaginable.
She took an ibuprofen and went to bed.
Because in the morning, GrammaCrackers had Minecraft to play.
Once the officers realized whose house they had just been called to, the mood changed.
A few of them started asking around for Sue.
“Where’s Sue? I need her autograph. She’s the best.”
Her son joked that the family should have informed the SWAT team that the kitchen was closed and there were no cookies.
One officer later admitted he had been debating whether to dance on camera.
The only family member who seemed truly offended by the whole event was the cat. Katie wanted attention after all the strangers left, and Sue had to firmly explain that she really, truly needed to sleep.
The cat, presumably, did not file a formal complaint. But we cannot rule it out.
As funny as Sue made this story, swatting itself is not funny.
It’s dangerous. It wastes emergency resources. It puts innocent people, families, neighbors, and police officers in a terrifying situation where one misunderstanding could turn tragic.
Sue’s own message to whoever did it was more generous than most people’s would be.
“They’re probably little,” she said. “Not the smartest.”
Then she got direct:
“They will find out who. They’ll arrest you. So just don’t.”
That’s about as clear as it gets.
If an 81-year-old Minecraft grandmother has to explain basic human decency to you, you have wandered pretty far off the sidewalk.
The most impressive thing about Sue’s response isn’t that she made jokes afterward.
It’s that she refused to let the person who did this take over her life.
She could have shut down the stream. She could have decided the internet had become too ugly, too risky, too much. Nobody would have blamed her.
Instead, she summed up her attitude this way:
“I’m not going to allow someone to rent space in my mind.”
That line is worth taping to the refrigerator.
Because the internet is very good at trying to rent space in our minds.
Scam emails. Angry comments. Fake emergencies. Nasty messages. Outrage bait. People who seem to wake up every morning and ask, “How can I be a human pop-up ad today?”
Sue’s answer was simple:
No vacancy.
She lost an hour of sleep. She gained a few new friends, a few autograph requests, and one very unusual police car story.
Then she got up and got back to helping her grandson.
Technology gave Sue something her corner of the world might not have handed her on its own: an audience, a community, and a way to help her grandson.
Then someone tried to use that same internet fame against her.
Sue shrugged, took an ibuprofen, and refused to give them a single inch of her morning.
There are worse role models in the world.