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Originally posted by mikec
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Naah, this one shows them planting drugs at 3:19 or so, which is why I put the disclaimer below it. Thought it interesting. Comments say that they planted a crack pipe with brillo pad on her. Hilarious as they pull it out of the back of her dress.Originally posted by BradM View PostComment
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Oh, ok! I thought you were saying the murder was in the video. Sorry, I'm retarded.Comment
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Wonder what would happen if we did a distraction strike and tried to 'get a rise' out of an officer by putting a pipe and brillo pad on themI wear a Fez. Fez-es are coolComment
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She should have ducked or kept her retarded ass in the kitchen making fried jelly sammichesComment
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haha damn it sucks to be human, i couldnt tell you how many times(no mr's) some dude was talking smack and i punched him in the face. Some times the anger just gets the best of you. LOLComment
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No biggy, and sorry, didn't realize that about you Brad. Fwiw, you really can't tell... LolOriginally posted by BradM View Post
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I don't think anyone would claim "self defense", but if an officer issues verbal commands (which it appears they are doing) and the subject does not comply, then you go to the next step - open hand control (which you see the officers going "hands on"), if that doesn't work, then you try to gain control with a distraction strike (which the male officer does). The distraction strike can be a strike to the head/face, or a knee to the common peroneal nerve in the leg.Originally posted by Steve View Post
Personally, I don't like strikes to the head/face, because it can leave ugly bruising, and it just plain looks bad (as evidenced here).
You don't want to give people a chance to form a plan. An officer needs to act quickly and decisevely. Dealing with "special" people can be very bad.
Here's a link to where an officer was sent to deal with an Emotionally Disturbed Person (EDP) and the EDP ended up sticking a 9" boning knife into the officer's head. He was brain dead for years.
One police widow's horror story of pure hellSuzie Sawyer and Concerns of Police Survivors (COPS) prove pivotal in Kathleen Weir’s desperate fight for her fallen husband’s death benefits
It took Det. John Weir 14 years to die after a paranoid schizophrenic stabbed him in the head with a nine-inch boning knife, rendering him paralyzed with catastrophic brain damage. Then it took another seven years for his widow to win a bitter battle with the federal government over survivor benefits she justly deserved.
Kathleen Weir says this past Christmas was “the first in a long time that I could afford gifts for our son and daughter and their families. I finally feel like John has been acknowledged and someone appreciates what he did and how he sacrificed.”
The struggle to reach that vindication was “a horror story of pure hell,” she says. And the ultimate validating victory, she is quick to point out, would not have been possible except for the intervention and dogged tenacity of Suzie Sawyer, founder of Concerns of Police Survivors (COPS).
“In my 30 years of working with law enforcement deaths,” Sawyer told PoliceOne, “this is the worst case of injustice I’ve seen.”
The assailant behind the knife had threatened to lobotomize John Weir, “and he very nearly did,” Kathy Weir says. The 38-year-old man was what some cops call a “frequent flyer,” the subject of repeated crisis calls because of his mental derangement. John, a 19-year veteran of the police department, had responded to a number of these and, though not formally trained in negotiation, had developed a track record of successfully “talking him down.”
Late in September 1990, the man barricaded himself in the dark, cramped basement of his parents’ house in their small city in Upper Michigan by piling up outboard motors to block the narrow stairway. From that “dark hole,” he threatened to set himself and the house on fire and to kill his parents with a boning knife they’d given him as a present.
Forty-three-year-old John Weir, who’d made detective a year earlier, was sent to deal with him. According to what Kathy says she learned later, he was instructed by a supervisor to avoid gunfire and flashbangs and instead to “use Mace and wrestle him into submission,” if force became necessary.
“John talked to the man for 20 hours without any relief,” says Kathy, herself the daughter of a police officer. Finally, after repeatedly screaming back threats and invective, the suspect calmed down and seemed willing to cooperate with a trip to a mental hospital. “With a can of Mace in one hand, John started to remove the barricade,” Kathy says.
Suddenly, the suspect lurched around a corner. He dumped a bucket he’d used as a toilet over the detective’s head. Then he flashed the boning knife and jammed it into John’s skull at the corner of his right eye, ripped it across the bridge of his nose, and dug it deep behind his left eye, into his brain. “The last thing John ever saw,” says Kathy, “was that nine-inch blade.”
For his action, the suspect spent 18 months in a treatment facility, then was released, Kathy says. She has no idea where he is today. For John Weir, the attack resulted in what she calls her husband’s “first death.”
“Initially, he was not supposed to live past a day,” she says. “Then the doctors said he wouldn’t live past a month. Then they said four months. Then they said he’d never get past a year.” He kept beating the odds, a questionable blessing.
“He was in a coma for three months, and when he ‘woke up’ he was in not much more than a coma for several months more,” Kathy recalls. At his bedside as he was initially shuttled from hospital to hospital in Michigan, she kept telling him, “John, you’re just resting. You’re going to wake up and everything will be okay.”
But then, she says, “At the end of six months, I had to face what we had and it was horrific.”
Except for movement of his left hand — his off hand — he was paralyzed. He was also blind, unable even to distinguish night from day. And he was amnesic, his recognition of who he was wiped out with everything else. “He’d forget every day that he was blind and you’d see him trying so hard to see. It was heartbreaking,” Kathy says.
“At one point I brought him home in a wheelchair for a visit. He didn’t know he was there because he couldn’t see. He kept saying, ‘I want to go home.’ When his parents came to visit, he told them, ‘You’re not my parents! I want my parents!’ He couldn’t remember getting married or having children. He didn’t know who I was. It took me years of reinforcing it every day to convince him that I was his wife.”
The Letter of the Law
Today, the Public Safety Officers’ Benefits (PSOB) Program, administered by the federal DOJ’s Bureau of Justice Assistance, provides financial aid to families of officers who are catastrophically injured in the line of duty, as well as those slain. But in 1990, PSOB issued only death benefits. “John was stabbed just two months before the law started allowing benefits for injuries,” Kathy says. The program could not be made retroactive to include him.
To supplement the marginal income from his workman’s comp and Social Security disability, Kathy sold the family home eight months after the stabbing and moved to Battle Creek, where she’d found a medical facility she felt would offer the best services for her husband. The Weirs’ 19-year-old son moved to Colorado to live with a police officer uncle and their 12-year-old daughter moved south with Kathy. The family dog had to be put down because the small apartment they could afford didn’t allow pets.
Between periodic spells in the hospital or a rehabilitation center, Kathy cared for John in the apartment full-time. At one of facilities where he’d been a patient up north shortly before the move to Battle Creek, she’d found him one day strapped naked in a chair and slumped over, abandoned. She was determined that he never again be neglected and without stimulation.
“He didn’t know who he was, but he liked hearing about who he was,” Kathy recalls. She spent an eternity talking to him about the past, hoping to penetrate his fog of amnesia. Her reminiscing seemed to bring him “some contentment and happiness,” but there were no breakthroughs.
His capacity for speech was severely limited. Most often he mechanically repeated, “I wanna go home.” Or, almost daily, he cried out, “Mattress! Mattress!” That, Kathy finally concluded, was evidence of terrifying flashbacks to the stabbing in which he thought he might have used a mattress as a protective shield on the basement stairway.
Day upon day, year upon year, she fed him, she washed him, she changed his diapers, which he often would tear off and fling around the room. Transplanted in an unfamiliar town, she had no circle of friends nearby. In time, relatives drifted away, absorbed in their own lives. John’s former fellow officers never called. At one point, she says, an administrator from his old department urged her to “let him starve” to bring an end to the mounting costs of keeping him alive.
On 9/11, nearly 11 years after John was injured, Kathy and her daughter watched on TV as the Twin Towers came down and learned of the public safety lives lost to the violent acts of other madmen. “You know,” Kathy remarked to her daughter, “your dad is a hero, just like them.” Her daughter replied, “You’re the only one in the world who thinks that.”
“I cried and cried,” Kathy says. “It felt like John had done something wrong and we should be ashamed of him.”
Over the years, “John nearly died many times,” Kathy says. When the end finally did come, it was agony for him and agony to watch. “Everything in his body was failing, falling like dominoes,” she says. “His urine backed up. He bled…so much blood, all over him, all over the room. He was in constant, unbelievable pain from neurological complications.”
Holding his hand, Kathy said to him, “Would you rather stay here with the pain, or go to heaven?”
John murmured back, “No pain.”
He died — “his second death,” by Kathy’s reckoning — on Sunday, Nov. 7, 2004, 14 long years and nearly two months after the stabbing. A worker’s comp representative promptly telephoned and informed her that she’d have to return funds that had already been paid ahead beyond that date.Comment
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Matt, as you know every situtation is unique in itself. In the case I posted, there was two officers who had already gone "hands on" by controlling her arms to escort her off the bus. The officer decided to strike her not because she was being combative, but rather reacting to a personal verbal insult. You and I are both trained experts in physically controlling others and you know as well as I do it was not necessary in this case to strike this woman in the face to get her off the bus. The officer conducted himself unprofessionally deciding to act as a schoolyard bully to get his way. She was on her way off the bus being escorted off the bus by two officers whom both had control of her. She was letting them know she wasn't happy about it which happens at every arrest. I could perhaps understand the officers situation if the EDP was a large male individual and the officer was being backed up by a female officer, but in this case it was a large, very overweight, mouthy female. The officer simply lost his patience and professionalism in this case. He knows it which is why after arresting the EDP, he attempted to bully a six year Iraq veteran to recover the evidence to cover his actions. His own guilt shows in that action alone.Comment
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They should have pepper sprayed her fat ass . Thats what she gets for being fat in public !Big Rooster RacingComment
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holy shit, Matt. That's fucking heart-breaking to read about Wier.Comment
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I guess if you try hard enough, you can create a reason for anything.
StevoOriginally posted by SSMAN...Welcome to the land of "Fuck it". No body cares, and if they do, no body cares.
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Dr.Dave is going to buy you a round of golf for that comment.Originally posted by dumpycapri85 View Post
Oh yeah and FUCK THE PLANO POLICE DEPT!!!!Originally posted by SilverbackComment
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Originally posted by Steve View Post
There was really only one officer, that female officer wasn't doing squat. There is no audio on the video to back up any claim from either side. You cannot 100% say that he reacted only to a verbal insult, because I would argue that he just decided that at that point, open hand control and verbal commands were not working. The best time to strike someone is when they are talking because it is very difficult to do divided attention tasks. It is much harder to defend when you are talking because your brain is busy forming words and what you are going to say instead of thinking about how to counter and defend.
How many soliloquies do you hear during MMA bouts?
She was not moving at the time he struck her, she was mouthing. There's a time in police work where talking is over, and the acting begins.
I don't like it any more than anyone else, but per the current use of force policy, this would follow it just fine.Comment
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