Not always true. Some situations escalate, and I've been in one myself, simply because the threat doesn't believe you are armed, you look like easy prey to them and yet if you draw from concealment on an "unarmed" man (even if he's twice your size and a third of your years, even if you warn him you are armed beforehand as he approaches uttering threats to kill you) it represents an escalation that you will later have to explain, especially if you shoot him. In such a case, a .45 openly displayed on the hip would have prevented that threat more effectively than the .380 in my pocket that he didn't believe that I had (out of stupidity or brain addling by drugs -- in my case it was both of those combined with the fact that he was from inner city Chicago down in Alabama for Christmas and he didn't understand that the rules down here about firearms are far different than in that socialist paradise -- and the difference almost got him killed). My crime, by the way, was that I had "disrespected his ride" by passing his parked car too close as I pulled into the gas station. It wasn't until I concluded that .380 XTPs might not stop such a drug-soaked bruiser and I went around the side of the car to fetch my .45 out of my man bag to tuck in my belt that his girlfriend began to scream, "He's got a gun! He's got a gun!" No shit, lady, I had two of them the whole time. But one was in my pocket ready to go and the other in the car. Had he advanced just one more inch (as it was I let him get too close for he was within five feet although there was a gas hose between us) before I held up my left hand in warning with my right in my pocket ready to draw, he would have received 7 rounds of .380 Zombie loads center chest. Again, he was too close when I told him to stop or I would shoot. He didn't believe I was armed, but he stopped advancing just on the uncertainty. Once the .45 came out, he backed away, still screaming threats and imprecations about my mother, but finally concluding with "That's why I hate comin' down here, all you cracker mutherf-ckers got guns." So, I was able, finally, to educate him without killing him.