On Monday, thousands of people got in their cars, boarded a bus, or walked to the metro. With their headphones on or a book in hand or distractedly reading emails they thought about their day. Another Monday. I’m late on my report. Gotta leave early to get the kids to swim practice. Individuals, lost in their isolated thoughts or so it seemed.
Suddenly, at about 8:15 a.m., that illusion of isolation was shattered when a lone gunman began firing. As word spread throughout the Navy Yard building in Washington, D.C., the instinct was not every man for himself but we’re in this together. Colleagues helped colleagues, police arrived on the scene within minutes, and the country watched praying for those still trapped inside the building.
It’s natural in the wake of a horrific tragedy like this one to focus on the evil of the killer. What made him tick? How could a person turn to such senseless violence? Or to despair for our violent society. What’s wrong with us that we’ve had on average one mass shooting a month since 2009? All of those questions are natural and important. There’s no excuse for failing to prevent avoidable tragedies. But when I really think about who we are as human beings and as a nation, actually I can’t help but feel proud.
Proud of the first responders who selflessly put themselves in harms way in service of the greater good.
Proud of Cathy Lanier. The tough as nails D.C. police chief who went from teenage mom on food stamps to heroic commander, whose steely voice steadied the city and the country and who is a heroine to little girls and boys everywhere who want to grow up to be a police officer and keep people safe.








