Tragedy on Metro

Last Saturday, on the Fourth of July, a 24 year old killed was knifed to death on a red line train headed to Noma, five blocks from where we lived. And a place we passed by, enroute to Harris Teeter, moments before the crime.

There were a handful of others on the train, who witnessed the attack, which seemingly occurred in about a three minute time span. Some contend they should have stopped this crazed 18 year old, brandishing a knife and high on some synthetic drug. Uncontrollable and menacing, and likely bigger.

I think those on the train were judged harshly. There was a woman in her 50s, with her father in his 70s, and I cannot believe either could have stopped this kid and likely would have been hurt had they forcibly tried to intervene.

I am not there to judge. I would have been scared senseless. I wold have hoped I could have called 911 or tried to stop this kid who repeatedly, brutally, relentlessly stabbed this kid to death, who probably was the youngest and most vital person on the train.

I think anyone could have related to this, and anyone is saddened by this. I still am thinking about it, five days later. And you wonder: what would you have done? And if it was you, attacked like this, would you have surrendered? Could your life have been saved?