What is the worst thing that you worry about at your job?
I just attended a training today for work called Active Shooter Scenario. It was a sobering and depressing topic to cover, especially in such a business-like way. It is the worst case scenario for anyone working in any security role. It is on the absolute far end of the continuum of possible situations we will have to deal with. I truly hope that I never need to use what I learned in this training.
I am very sad and sickened with American culture that this training is even a necessity. I resent and hate the gun-obsessed American white men that are so frequently bringing assault weapons to murder groups of people in public settings. Not only are large gatherings and festivals and concerts being chosen for these shootings, but now even churches and schools. The last two places that you would ever think would me made to suffer these tragedies. And American culture just sort of nonchalantly shrugs its shoulders about this epidemic of murder and flips the channel on the tv.
The first major shooting that I can recall is the Columbine High School massacre in 1999. This was a few years after the Oklahoma bombing in 1995. But since then these events have ramped up and happen more and more. It’s so frequent now that I can’t even keep track of them. It feels like there is a shooting at a school, a mall, a movie theater, a church, a night club, a concert, or a sporting event, every damned month. Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting, the Las Vegas shooting, The Batman movie theater shooting in Colorado, the Charleston Church massacre, the Capital Hill Massacre in Seattle, the Clackamas Town Center shooting in Portland, the gay club shooting at Pulse in Orlando, Florida, the shooting at the Eagles of Death Metal concert in Paris. People hesitate to call these terrorist acts, but they 100% are. And every shooting of this nature involved an AR-15 Assault rifle, or a similar weapon.
This piece could easily turn into a tirade about gun control in America. But I’m going to stay focused on the thoughts about the active shooter training for the jobs that I work security at. You can read between the lines and determine my opinion on assault rifles. But that hot topic is best dealt with in another blog.
The unspoken subtext of this is that my role may put me in direct contact with a shooter in the music venue that I work in. As a DPSST certified Security/Bouncer/Event Staff, I would definitely be in a position of direct contact. And it’s my job to try to help. We have about a 1500 person capacity with the potential for a few hundred more in a smaller bar downstairs. This would, sadly, be a ripe target for someone trying to murder a large group of people in a huge open room. 1500 people standing around paying attention to a concert is a great potential body count for them. And since the venue is upstairs, a team of shooters could position people outside the main doors downstairs to mow down people as they stream out. So even if I’m directing people towards the exits to escape, I may be inadvertently sending them to their death.
We actually do have metal detectors and a bunch of staff at the front door. But what I fear is somebody thinking that they are Keanu Reeves from The Matrix. Walking through the detector and setting it off, then opening his jacket and pulling out assault rifles. Or, more realistically, just having a team and charging through the metal detectors and taking us out so that they can get upstairs into the venue where the true crop of victims awaits. It’s all a very realistic and scary possibility.
In an event like this, there are various things I could do to attempt to help people. The initial main things include communicating with managers on the radio, contacting law enforcement, guiding people to exits, helping people escape, assisting trampled people, interfacing with medical responders, providing basic medical care or comfort to the wounded, taking a photo/video of the shooter, etc. But all of those responses are passive reactions trying to help the aftermath of the situation.
My role could indeed have a different potentiality. A much more pro-active one.
I could have a unique opportunity to distract the shooter, delay the shooter, or even disarm the shooter. I could disable the gun or remove the gun from him. I could use a fire extinguisher on him. Either as a bludgeoning weapon, or spray it as a distraction and to obscure his vision so he can’t see what he’s firing at. I could tackle said murderous asshole and detain him. I could get my arms around his neck and choke the motherfucker until he is dead. I could do lots of things. In that very particular deadly moment. To prevent him from mowing down dozens more innocent people with an assault weapon. I could intervene. I’m right there.
I could also be one of the first victims. Or one of the last victims. It’s real. Security staff often die in these situations because they’re the first responders and are actually trying to mitigate the situation. We aren’t allowed to carry guns, so we would be trying to tackle the shooters and take their guns away from them.
People always have this idea that being a hero is being like Bruce Willis in Die Hard. Being some indestructible embodiment of machismo and never-say-die determination. I am certain that these situations never happen like they do in the movies. You probably never get that magical opening where the enemy cannot see you approach. I would guarantee that there are lots of people who try to be the hero in that moment by charging the shooter, and they just end up on the list of victims after the bodies are identified. We never know their story of courage and bravery. But in that time did they pull the shooter’s attention away long enough so that 4 or 5 people made it out of the room and out of harm’s way?
I’ve never forgotten the 2004 shooting death of Pantera/Damageplan’s guitarist Dimebag Darrell. Darrell was onstage in Ohio with his new band, Damageplan. A gunman got up onstage and shot him in the head. His brother, Vinnie Paul, was the drummer and watched Darrell get shot to death in front of him. The head of security was killed tackling the gunman, along with another venue employee. An audience member trying to perform CPR on them was also shot and killed. The drum tech tried to disarm the gunman and was shot three times and then taken hostage. Police officers arrived quickly and one was able to get behind the gunman and shoot him in the head with a shotgun, ending the situation. These men were all heroes. I wish that I could thank them for what they did.
What makes a hero? Am I more of a hero if I charge somebody who is wielding an AR-15? Or am I more of a hero if I help others get out of the range of his gun? Or am I more of a hero if I get myself out alive so I can continue to me there for my family? I used to think I was indestructible and that nothing bad would ever happen to me. That was in my 20’s. Now that I’m decidedly older, I know that bad things can indeed happen to me. And my life has substantially changed recently. I’m not some single guy who wouldn’t mind sacrificing myself to save others anymore. I’m now a husband and a stepdad to two amazing kids. Kids who I don’t want to have to grow up without me. Kids who I want to see go to college. And a wife that I want to grow old with.
I think about these possible scenarios a lot. What exactly would I do when faced with hell? Crouched down behind a bar, glass breaking all around me, bloody bodies on the floor, bullets hitting the wood, ears ringing from the gunfire but still able to hear the screams of people being shot. What would I do? Would I freeze, or would I take one of the aforementioned hero paths? This is the question that plagues me. I hope that I don’t ever have to make this decision. But I know that I might have to.
“Once more into the fray.
Into the last good fight I’ll ever know.
Live and die on this day.
Live and die on this day.”