It is a typical evening in a typical suburban community. At the residence of physician Bill Stockton, he enjoys a birthday party being thrown for him by his wife Grace and their son Paul. Also at the party are Jerry Harlowe, Bill's brother-in-law; Frank Henderson and Marty Weiss, Bill and Jerry's former roommates; and the wives and children of Jerry, Frank, and Marty. Bill is well known and liked by this gathering; he attended the State University with Marty, Frank, and Jerry. Moreover, Bill has repeatedly administered to the health and well-being of each one of said guests and/or delivered their children. Everyone is especially friendly and jovial, even when mention is made of Bill's late-night work on a fallout shelter which he has built in his basement. Suddenly, a Civil Defense (CONELRAD) announcement overheard by young Paul is made that unidentified objects have been detected heading for the United States. In these times, everybody knows what that means: nuclear attack.
As panic ensues, the doctor locks himself and his family into his shelter. The same gathering of friends becomes hysterical and now wants to occupy the shelter. All of the previous cordiality is now replaced with soaring desperation; pent-up hostility, searing nativism, and other suppressed emotions boil to the surface. Stockton offers his basement to the guests, but the shelter itself has sufficient air, provisions, and space for only three people (the Stocktons themselves). The once-friendly neighbors do not accept this; they break down the shelter door with an improvised battering ram. Just then, a final Civil Defense broadcast announces that the objects have been identified as harmless satellites and that no danger is present. The neighbors apologize for their behavior; yet Stockton wonders if they have destroyed each other without a bomb.
Like in The Bunker, In this moment, we are seeing the true nature of those we have spent many hours with before. Under panic, people are willing to accept segregation, wrongful terminations, violating ones right to their body and their medical privacy. We are seeing police obey unlawful orders, and colleagues we have known our lives willing to impose cruel mandates.
IF I WERE MOD4ADAY I WOULD STICKY THE SHIT OUT OF THIS POST.
Stellar connection OP. I love it. It's not only prudent but the perfect allegory to EXACTLY what is occurring across the 'civilized world'. Turns out ... we are not all quite as 'civilized' as we would all like to believe.
OP ... for the remainder of the day, I here by award you - THE INTERNET.