This somewhat prevalent “social distancing = weakness” take on #COVID19 reminds me of a story. For three weeks in October 2002, a sniper terrorized the greater D.C. metro, murdering civilians who were guilty of nothing other than going about their lives:
Carrying groceries to their car, sitting on a park bench, or mowing their yard. These victims were chosen at random. At the time, I was a Georgetown student and an Army ROTC Cadet. Local officials – as well as University leaders – were unified in their message to the public: “If we stop going out and spending money, the terrorists win.” It was simply uncool to admit you didn’t want to go out for lunch, walk across an open campus, or drive to work. Then, at the conclusion of a morning ROTC training session, one of my instructors offered a “safety brief.”
He was a tall, grizzled Sargent First Class with a combat patch, which was rare in those early days post-911.
“I know all these civilians keep saying to go about your daily lives so the terrorists don’t win, but that’s [flipping] stupid,” he growled. “There’s a damn sniper out there shooting people!”
“I’ve been shot at by snipers, and I’m standing here because I didn’t walk around like some kind of idiot pretending there was no sniper.”
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