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Showing posts with label Violent Mindset. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Violent Mindset. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Gang Attack Results in Victim's Death

Here's the scene:

A 48-year-old man --an architect -- and his wife, on the way home from a Bible study have an accident because the man suffers a diabetic attack.

Sadly, some gang members arrive on the scene and take advantage of the situation. Ignoring his medical condition, they beat the man mercilessly and subjected him to torture before relieving him of his wallet. He died at the scene.

The rest of the story:

Who did this to the man? Was it members of Hell's Angels, or Crips or Bloods or some other street gang? No, this gang wore police uniforms.

They beat him with their batons and subjected him needlessly to the torture of tasers and pepper spray.

Here's the story as reported by Courthouse News:

Johnson suffered a diabetic attack sometime after 8:15 p.m. that night, after calling a friend to tell him he was leaving his Bible class, according to the complaint in Baltimore County Court.

He suffered a diabetic attack, crashed on the I-795, and his car came to rest against the guardrail in the median near the merger with I-695.

According to the complaint, when State Trooper Davon Parker arrived and tapped on the window, and Johnson managed to lower the window, Parker pepper sprayed him in the face.


Johnson then got out of his car and Parker clubbed him at least once in the knee. Defendant Officer Loss (fnu) then arrived and whacked Johnson at least twice with his club, the complaint states.

Baltimore County Police Officer Nicholas Wolferman then arrived, whacked Johnson "at least three times" with his own baton, then he and Officer Loss "grabbed Mr. Johnson and threw him over the guardrail," Johnson's widow says.

She claims the very first officer on the scene knew or should have known that her husband was suffering from a medical problem.

Nonetheless, after throwing him over the guardrail, the cops applied pressure points to his ears and armpits, she says. Three more cops arrived, including Baltimore County Officer Andrew O'Neill, who Tasered Johnson twice. Officer Loss then punched him in the face and the six officers managed to handcuff him, the widow says.

Eight more cops arrived, and someone took his wallet, which included a medical alert card about his diabetes. Nonetheless, the cops forcibly held him down, though he was not resisting, and was handcuffed, his wife says.

"Upon information and belief, there were approximately 52 individuals that responded to the scene," according to the complaint.

The widow claims Johnson was Tasered at least three times, while he was lying on his back, helpless, surrounded by police. He became "motionless and speechless" and was pronounced dead within an hour of cardiac arrest.

He was the 10th person to die since 2004 after being subjected to police electroshock in Maryland, the Baltimore Sun reported in a story about Johnson's death.

Christian commentator Gary North wryly observes:

In earlier, more innocent days, the first trooper to arrive would have taken the man to a hospital. But that was then. This is now. First, start with pepper sprtay when he rolls down the car window. If he gets out of the car club him. Is he refuses to get back into the car, it’s taser time. That will do the trick. Usually.

If not, do it again until he stops moving.

Thirty years ago, I recognized the us-them mentality displayed by some police officers. Over the next couple of decades it seemed to become even more common.

Since 9/11, however, the Department of Homeland Security and other federal agencies have fanned the flames of hysteria among the nation's police departments. More and more, they seem to view the general public as the enemy.

In Nazi Germany and Soviet Russia, the police became tools of arbitrary power. Instead of protecting the people from criminals, they saw their mission as protecting their criminal government from citizens.

So sad that we seem to be moving in the same direction. Kudos to those officers who serve as salt and light in the midst of political corruption and administrative darkness.

Friday, May 11, 2012

The Injustice of Fighting Fair, 3

Continued from "The Injustice of Fighting Fair, 2"

It is as sport to a fool to do mischief: but a man of understanding hath wisdom. (Proverbs 10:23)

The bottom line is that when anyone takes advantage of you, it's because he has you at a disadvantage. The inherent nature of the situation is unfair.

But n the aggressor's mind, anything you do to even the odds is unfair. He wants you to fight fairly (i.e., on his terms).

What about the accusation of fighting like a girl -- stomping on feet, kicking shins, clawing at eyes, slapping, etc? Well, let's look at it from a different perspective: World War II combatives.

Since a picture is worth a thousand words let's look at some illustrations from W.E. Fairbairn's Get Tough:


Kick to Shin Followed by Foot Stomp

Stomping on Foot

Clawing Eyes

I have written previously on the effective use of the combat slap, and I hope to reprise that topic soon.

Conclusion? You should fight like a girl because girls fight like World War II commandos. I wish I'd been able to wrap my head around this simple fact when I was twelve.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

The Injustice of Fighting Fair, 2

Continued from "The Injustice of Fighting Fair"

In the previous post, I told about how, at the age of 12,  I became the focus of attention from some bullies. These guys were not only bigger than I, we were on the opposite sides of puberty.

The favorite tactic was to harass me until I retaliated, then they'd knock the stuffing out of me. Never once did these guys stop and say, "You know what? This isn't fair. I'm bigger and stronger, and it's no contest, so I'm just going to leave you alone."

Fair never entered into the equation. Unless out of desperation I tried something to even the odds.

If , while I was being beaten, I grabbed a face or ear and dug in my nails, or if I kicked, or if I stomped a foot, I was in for double humiliation. After the beating, they taunted me with, "You fight like a girl."

Fighting like a girl isn't "fair." "Fair" fighting is to stand toe to toe and slug it out with someone whom you cannot hurt, but who can put the beat-down on you.

These guys never questioned the fairness of their acts. Just as they never questioned if it was "fair" to slam a hardcover textbook against the back of my head when I wasn't looking.

To them, anything that might tend to even the overwhelming odds just plain wasn't fair.

Continued -- CLICK HERE

Friday, May 4, 2012

The Injustice of Fighting Fair


It is as sport to a fool to do mischief: but a man of understanding hath wisdom. (Proverbs 10:23)

For me, the battle against violence became personal on that autumn morining in 1959. I was twelve.

I stood at the corner of Berg Road and Biehler Road, waiting with 6 or 7 other boys -- the girls congregated across the road -- for the arrival of the school bus. For no apparent reason, John A., who was two or three years older than I, reached over, grabbed my ear and began twisting it painfully.

"Mutton, you should have a hat on so your ears don't get cold." My arm rose instinctively to bat away his hand.

"Don't you hit my arm," he said as if I were the aggressor against this boy who stood a head taller than I. Then he grabbed me and threw me off a concrete abutment into a ditch.

The black goo at the ditch's bottom coated my jacket on one side and ruined a pair of khaki pants. That event inaugurated me into the purgatory junior high school bullying.

There were other boys who rode my school bus who were older and bigger than I. They joined with John A. in making me their special project.


Continued -- CLICK HERE