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Category Archives: Heros
Last September a Franklin County man was shot and killed, his shooting causing a fiery crash at a gas station. Now the DA is considering a plea bargain from First to Second Degree Murder.
The accused killer of a Franklin County man, who has been charged with another crime while in jail, might never go to trial if he and prosecutors reach a plea deal.
(Suspect) was charged with first-degree murder, but Montague said the district attorney’s office informed him they are working on a plea deal. (Suspect) would plead guilty to second-degree murder, which does not carry a life prison sentence.
“I cannot get my son back. Our family will never see him again,” Montague said. “Therefore, I think he should never see his family again.”
I have a hard time disagreeing with the father. Especially considering that the suspect was already a convicted felon.
The only good thing that happened out of this is the actions of Jason Cox. Back when the shooting happened, Cox, a Franklin County Magistrate, happened to be working across the street. When the mortally wounded victim crashed his still moving car into a gas station, the Magistrate rushed in to save the day.
Franklin County magistrate helped avert numerous injuries Monday after a wounded driver plowed into a gas pump and set off a fireball, police and witnesses said.
You can see him in this security camera video
Well done on the Magistrate’s part.
You don’t hear many positive stories about cops. The News-Observer brings us the story of the State Capitol Police officer that works at the Raleigh DMV office.
For a decade, Officer O.P. Maynard has waged peace at the DMV, tussling with the man swinging a lead pipe in the parking lot, foiling the guy trying to plant cocaine in his wife’s car, calming down the driver at the back of a 50-person line.
But in January, the veteran State Capitol Police officer stopped a suspect more dangerous than the typical aggravated motorist with an expired tag. Without violence, he stopped an estranged husband who came looking for his spouse on the Division of Motor Vehicles campus with a loaded gun, a length of rope and a roll of duct tape.
It is a good story, so read the whole thing. Officer Maynard knew the people in his building, and he surmised that trouble was coming that day. His preparation meant that when trouble came that day he was ready, willing, and able to handle that trouble without even firing a shot.
Let’s look at the now convicted “estranged husband.” He was not a previous felon, but you can see from his record that he had previously been convicted of the 1st Class misdemeanor of Assault on a Female. Here’s a clue, ladies. If someone has a record for “assault on a female,” he’s probably not marriage material.
Note also that the NC DMV, like pretty much all State offices, is off limits to weapons, so the people who work there are disarmed by law. Without the Capital Police officer there, they all would have been sitting ducks. The law against guns (and kidnapping and probably murder) didn’t seem to slow this clown down at all. They only disarmed the workers in the building and the citizens there that day to get their license plates.
So, let’s say that you have a restraining order against you, and you show up at your wife’s workplace with a gun, rope, and duct tape. Then you get caught with all of it by an alert cop in the parking lot. You get hauled into court and convicted of Violating a Protective Order, Carrying a Concealed Weapon, and Purchase of a Firearm by a Prohibited Person. How long would you expect to spend behind bars?
Here in North Carolina, you get 8 to 10. Months.
So, if you have to go to the NC DMV office in downtown Raleigh, say hi to Officer Maynard.
So you come home one day, carrying your “baby son,” and you are confronted with an armed intruder. What do you do?
Kimani Wright and his young son came home to find a burglar in the two-story home at about 9:30 a.m. Wednesday, Lt. Chris Davis said.
Wright, who is the minister at Haymount Presbyterian Church, shot at the intruder, who was armed with a gun, police said. It did not appear that the intruder was struck, according to police.
While it would not sadden me to hear that the intruder had bled to death on the front lawn, I’m sure that the good minister is not too fussed that he didn’t kill the guy. He’s alive, his baby son’s alive, and he can go on with his life. What more could he ask for?
A robbery turned attempted murder was thwarted when one of the intended victims turned out to be an off duty Bridge and Tunnel police officer. In the resulting melee, the cop was wounded and passed out. His friend, an off duty school safety officer retrieved his friend’s gun and continued the fight.
A school safety agent who grabbed a gun from a wounded cop and fired at thieves in Brooklyn will not be charged, authorities said Monday.
Of course there will not be any charges. There is no law against being awesome while off duty.
Quote of the day:
“Here we thought that the church was a gun free zone, but boy did Charl have a surprise for us!”
Leader of the terrorist Azanian People’s Liberation Army, as recalled by Charl van Wyk. (25:15 mark on the video)
This is a long video. It is a talk by Charl van Wyk, the lone defender during the St. James Church Massacre in Cape Town, South Africa, July 1993. 4 men with machine guns, grenades, and gasoline bombs vs. on guy with a snub nosed Rossi .38 Special. Turns out that taking incoming fire wasn’t part of the terrorist’s plan. Plan B turned out to be the same plan as Brave Sir Robin.
Let’s start this off with the bad parts. The son is no hero. He’s been convicted of 3 counts of Breaking and Entering, and is apparently on the hook for a bunch of Heroin possession with intent to sell and a Felon in Possession of a Firearm.
The son might not be a hero, but mom sure is
A mother who believed in her son’s innocence is relieved today because he’s in the clear – and the “Bonnie and Clyde” duo she led police to after a string of Charlotte burglaries has been jailed in a nearly identical S.C. crime.
Read the whole thing. There’s no way for me to excerpt it decently. Mom tracked down and nailed these thieves dead to rights. CMPD dropped the ball, but the real bad guys got caught again. Her son’s still in a world of hurt for his previous crimes, but thanks to his mom, he won’t get unfairly blamed for these.
Ht: commenter genedunn, via email
Note to self: Don’t try to sneak up on a Gurkha.
Sergeant Dipprasad Pun got through more than 400 rounds of ammunition and an assortment of grenades during his extraordinary one-man stand on the roof of an isolated sentry-post.
At one point, when his gun could no longer fire, he resorted to battering one Taliban fighter, who was trying to scale the wall to attack him, over the head with the tripod of his machine gun.
You can see how this went
Taliban: There’s only one of him
You can watch this video interview of him. Note how the thought of dead and screaming wounded enemies seems to make him happy.
Yeah, I’m going to avoid messing with the Gurkhas
I watched this video and it brought back some memories.
I watched this video and it brought back some memories.
See how the Army Marksmanship Unit guys react to the old sniper. You can see the deep respect they have for him. Notice too how he sees the AMU guys. You can feel the respect he has for them. It’s clear to me that he sees them not as a couple of guys in uniform, but as the modern, living, breathing successors to the guys that fought with him against the Axis in WWII. You can see how that shakes them. I know just how they feel.
I spent 4 years in the 82nd Airborne, from 1990 to 1994. (I was also in the Navy, 1996-2001, but that’s another story) I took leave for a month in Michigan City, Indiana in ’92 or ‘93, to hang out with a buddy that was getting out of the Army. We would ride out motorcycles from his house to his girlfriend’s house, and along the way there was a house that always had an 82nd Airborne flag flying.
And it wasn’t on a little flagpole, either. It was on an enormous flagpole, much bigger than you usually see in front of a house. It took me almost 3 weeks before I decided to knock on the door. The lady that opened the door didn’t seem all that surprised to see me. I told her that I saw the flag, I was in the 82nd Airborne, and I wondered why it was there. She seemed more worried that I might escape. Her husband, you see, was a WWII veteran of the 82nd, and he would like to meet me. In a serious voice she warned me “He’s blind.”
She ushered me in to his room, which was a sort of “man-cave,” but much cleaner. He had a tasteful shadow box on the wall with his decorations, but I don’t remember thinking that anything about the room would have warned me that this guy had been through hell and come back covered in glory. And his own blood, too. He told me about joining the Division as a replacement in Normandy. “I didn’t jump into Normandy, but I jumped everywhere else until I got wounded.” He told war stories about how the Army screwed this or that silly thing up. Same type of stuff they’ve done to every vet! He was tested in mortars, rifles, machine guns, and it was machine guns that he was worst at. Guess which unit he ended up in? Machine guns. He told me about his last jump, into Holland I think. It was delayed, and for reasons that still aren’t clear to him, they made him jump out in broad daylight. He said it made everyone sitting ducks. You can shoot at Paratroopers while they are under canopy. The Germans did.
He said that he got shot in the head during that battle. He should have died, but his Company Commander got him into a jeep and back to an aid station. They managed to save his life, but not his vision. He’s lived in the dark since 1944, when my dad was 2 years old.
He told me all about the things he did, and then he told me all about the things I could do. He just knew, in his heart, that had I been faced with the dangers he had faced, I’d do just as well as he and his buddies did. I was a Paratrooper, you see, and an American soldier. It didn’t matter that he’d grown up in the Depression and I’d grown up a pampered son of the richest, laziest nation the world had ever seen. (My words, not his) I was a Paratrooper, and a soldier. If the balloon went up, I’d march to the sound of the guns and destroy our country’s enemies and set the world to rights. Just as he and his buddies did.
I’m still not sure that I could have done as he said. But I’d have rather died than have let the old Vet down. So if you live in Michigan City, and you know who I’m talking about, and he’s still alive, go shake his hand. Tell him that the young Paratrooper he met all those years ago still thinks about him. If he’s gotten his final discharge and has gone on to his heavenly reward, thank his family for me. Two hours in his presence told me more about what it means to be a soldier and a Paratrooper than 4 years of living it.
I was all set to make fun of these two ladies. They’re so perky, and they speak in a lot of jargon.
So I went to their web site and found some really useful info about them. They sound like really decent people. They aren’t just trying to keep the mental cases out of jail, they are trying to teach cops how to deal with them in a constructive fashion.
Think of it this way. You are a cop, called to the scene of a man (or woman) who’s gone around the bend. He’s not making sense, and he’s scared. He might interpret anything as an attack, and he just might grab a weapon and go out on the street to silence those voices in his head. What do you do? You can’t walk away. You could pepper spray him, beat him down with your baton, dogpile him, and take him to jail. But that’s not the best solution for everyone. The cops could get hurt. The subject is certainly going to get hurt. And the community isn’t served by this sort of solution.
What these ladies are trying to do is teach the police officers how to recognize mental illness, and how to deal with it by getting these people to places where they can get the kind of treatment they need. When it works well, no one gets hurt, and the cops get a potential problem off the street and into a secure facility. Aside from the obvious benefit of not getting hurt and not having to beat the crap out of a crazy person, the whole process saves a lot of time for the police officer. Arrests cause a lot of paperwork. Using force causes a lot of paperwork. Testifying in court costs time. Driving a guy to the local mental health treatment center and dropping him off costs nothing, has little in the way of paperwork, and takes almost no time at all.
I’d also bet good money that even a crazy person will remember how he was treated by the police the next time he has a crisis. How much easier is a person to deal with when they remember that the person in with the badge and gun is the person who helped them get rid of the voices last time? Do we really want the mentally disturbed to associate police with getting beat up?
There are amazing medicines nowadays that will really help people with mental problems. When people get the kind of meds and support they need, they can be productive and healthy members of society. Why waste jail cells and court time punishing a person for something that they can’t control? Why force cops to get hurt, or to unnecessarily hurt someone else when a bit of training will serve us all better.
It’s things like this that remind me that heroes don’t always come in standard forms. Sometimes they are perky older ladies who speak in jargon. I’m glad people like this exist.
For more info on how their system works in practice, watch this video
It would have been nice if Barney Hajiro had been able to receive his Medal of Honor when he earned it in 1944. He had to wait until 2000 to receive it during the Clinton ordered Pentagon review of Asian-American WWII soldiers.
After Barney Hajiro, an Army private, single-handedly wiped out two German machine gun nests and killed two snipers in a gallant charge in World War II, his superiors recommended him for the Medal of Honor. As part of a regiment composed entirely of Japanese-Americans below the officers’ ranks, Private Hajiro epitomized the unit’s brash motto, “Go for Broke!” His commanding officer’s report said that in October 1944 in eastern France, he had run 100 yards through a stream of bullets, walked through a booby-trapped area and led the charge up “Suicide Hill” screaming “Banzai!” before taking out the machine gun nests.
This is as good a reminder as any of the fact that just because Bill Clinton was a lying whoremonger doesn’t mean he was all bad. Whatever his reason for ordering this review, it sounds like Barney Hajiro was well deserving of his award. As is typical of the type, Barney didn’t make a fuss about his actions.
“Barney was a good man,” Senator Inouye said in an interview on Wednesday. “He didn’t go around blowing his own horn. He would just say he was doing something he was supposed to do.”
Sadly, Mr. Hajiro received his final call up orders. He was 94 years old.