A man named William H. Meredeth shot down a drone flying over his property. He was charged with violating city ordinances. One of them being ‘reckless endangerment.’ I would like all of you to consider that Mr. Meredeth is not only a hero, but one of the first to shoot the opening ‘salvo’ against the continuous chipping away at our right to privacy.
I am not a fan of guns, but after years in the Army I have developed an interest and a healthy respect for them. If Mr. Meredeth offered me a chance to shoot one of his shotguns on the range, I would happily accept.
Mr. Meredeth’s has few faults as far as I’m concerned. He is a ‘man of action’ if there ever was one. For one thing, he cut through the legal morass that he would have had to suffer to stop the intruder on his property. How do you prove ownership of a drone? How do you prove its intentions when it hovers anywhere from 50 to 100 feet over your property? How do you stop a drone from flying over your property? How do you stop it from peeking in through your window?
Answer: You don’t.
As far as I’m concerned the owner and operator of the drone, was equal to any ‘Peeping Tom.’ Mr. Meredeth is a parent with two daughters. How is he suppose to know the drone’s intentions?
Mr. Meredeth is brave. He cut right through any type of wrangling he would have to go through to get satisfaction and ‘shot’ right to the center of the problem. He brought it down with some buckshot. When the owners showed up and asked if he had shot down their ‘toy’ he confessed. The owner was angry, and brought some friends. Meredeth escorted them off his property with a well-placed threat, and with the fact he was armed. However, Meredeth found himself facing charges in court. By the way, the drone cost a whopping $1,800.
Part of the definition of the ancient definition of ‘hero’ is that the ‘hero’ has a flaw. Mr. Meredeth’s only flaw I can see is that he is ‘honest.’ Others would have said, “I don’t know how your contraption got shot.” Mr. Meredith is a modern representation of what it means to be a hero.
He is Achilles.
He is Hector.
He is Paris.
He is a private citizen protecting his privacy.
If a drone ever hangs outside my window, I’m taking a bat to it. If it’s too high, I’ll just borrow Mr. Meredeth’s shot gun.
The classical hero still lives.