After the massacre comes the rush to judgment. The blame game begins. Such things shouldn't happen among civilized people. Don't we have safeguards to prevent such tragedies? Can't we do something, as they say in the old westerns, to cut the killers off at the pass?
Public institutions guard health and safety through doctors and cops, but they're only human. Men and women who check identifications and rummage through our bags at the airport sometimes miss peril lurking in our midst. Security firms that vet employees insensitive or semi-sensitive government jobs occasionally fail us. Family and friends can miss the obvious.
Like holes cut in a knitted scarf, once one thread is cut the whole scarf unravels. Lots of threads unraveled for Aaron Alexis, the shooter at the Washington Navy Yard, enabling the demented voices inside his delusional mind to determine that 12 innocent men and women must die.
At the memorial service for the victims, President Obama tried to comfort the friends and families of the fallen, calling the roll of other similar tragedies. The names sounded like incantations of famous battles held in the nation's collective memory: Fort Hood, Tucson, Aurora, Sandy Hook and now the Washington Navy Yard. The common denominator is not war, death in defense of country, kith and kin, but sickness in mind and soul.
The gun control advocates leap to blame the ease of purchasing guns, but Aaron Alexis had no criminal record or history of mental illness that would have turned up on a gun check. Wayne LaPierre, the president of the National Rifle Association, calls for "good guys with guns" to protect the rest of us, but Aaron Alexis, as his friends at the Buddhist temple in Fort Worth, Texas recall, was once "a good boy" himself.
His complaint to the cops about "being followed" and "hearing voices" was, in psychological phrasing, "a cry for help," and it was answered only superficially. He was reported to Navy authorities, but the report didn't move up to those who might have done something to get his demons on the record.
The Experts, a subcontractor whose name sounds like something invented by George Orwell for a dystopian novel, employed him for about six months during the year before the massacre. The Experts expressed growing concern over his troubling behavior and talked to his mother about it. He took three days off, and when he returned to work the Experts reported he did "satisfactory" work.