The only crime is pride

 From Antigone by Sophocles, Teirasias speaking, lines 796 to 806.  Emphasis added.

I tell you, Creon, you yourself have brought
This new calamity upon us. Our hearths and altars
Are stained with the corruption of dogs and carrion birds
That glut themselves on the corpse of Oedipus’ son.
The gods are deaf when we pray to them, their fire 
Recoils from our offering, their birds of omen
Have no cry of comfort, for they are gorged
With the thick blood of the dead. 

 

O my son,
These are no trifles! Think: all men make mistakes,
But a good man yields when he knows his course is wrong, 
And repairs the evil. The only crime is pride. 

Wish that our national leaders and especially health leaders had more of a classics education.  And moral fiber.