We can only hope the Christmas break actually works in LE's favour. I hope this gives students, uni employees and the likes time away from uni/sorority/frat influences and time alone with family.
Not only to heal but my hope is it gives them time to open up and confide in a loved one things they may know, or hunches they may have, and that loved one convinces them to call the tip line. Someone knows something and I hope the comfort/safety of being at home perhaps gives them the nudge they may need to speak up.
I’m thinking about this tragedy even when I’m not focused on thinking about it. I know nothing beyond the few LE-provided facts that we all know, but I keep trying to figure it out. I can’t seem to help it. The cruelty is something I can’t look away from.
“If you see something, say something.”
I’ve heard this classic reminder in varying contexts so many times; I think many of us have. Often it comes from LE, though it was initially created by the U.S. Department of Homeland Security (DHS) after 9/11 to show the importance of reporting suspicious activity.
I hear in the video press conferences and on-the-spot interviews with MPD personnel – despite the thousands of “tips” they have received – the continuing plea for information, anything at all. I can translate that to “if you saw something, say something.” But do you always know that’s what happened, that you saw something?
In October 1989 I was working with a theater company. Long evening rehearsals downtown, then driving home late, midnight, 1:00 a.m. After one of those rehearsals, I was waiting on a stoplight at a well-lit intersection. I noticed a man leaning casually against the wall of a brick building, hands in pockets, one leg bent at the knee. At first glance, he was attractive - blond hair, jeans, well-worn denim jacket. I looked again. On second glance, there was something wrong about him. Uneasiness suddenly overtook me. Instinctively I realized that he was waiting to be seen, waiting to be approached. Not by me, but by a person of his own choosing. I wanted the light to turn green. When it did, I looked back over my left shoulder one last time to check my silly reaction. But it held, he was all bad ju-ju, skin crawling. I floored it, drove home fast and never forgot him. It turned out to have been Jeffrey Dahmer. I recognized him instantly on July 25, 1991, during his first televised court appearance.
“If you see something, say something” would have meant what, in this instance? What had I seen? I could have called LE and said “Officer, I saw a guy loitering at the corner of Jackson and Chicago and something is not right about him.” Non-starter, IMO. LE likely would have been polite, but what actionable information would they have received from me? In hindsight, that day in July 1991, watching Jeffrey Dahmer in court, even I didn’t know what I possibly could have said to LE about some strange guy leaning against a wall. And he killed so many more more men in the interval.
The obvious difference is that at the time I saw Jeffrey Dahmer in October 1989, Milwaukee didn’t know he was five murders into his run, operating in plain sight around the city. Moscow, Idaho,
does know that someone killed four people five weeks ago. Somewhere, someone, some few, some many, saw something. They may not trust that they did. They may have dismissed it as their own self-dramatizing, which is basically what I did. I wish Moscow LE could offer some guidance about what kinds of “something” they want to hear about, and some encouragement too, because it is not always easy to recognize that you’ve seen something and it is not always easy to trust in yourself that you really did see it, let alone pick up the phone and tell someone about it.
JMO