Lazy or Just Stupid, Part III

Talking back to Post editorials:

There may never be final answers to why a Polish citizen, Robert Dziekanski, died while being arrested at the Vancouver International Airport on the morning of Oct. 14. A preliminary autopsy report offered no clues as to the reason his heart stopped when he was tasered by RCMP officers in a secure room at the airport.

— “Why was he zapped“, National Post, November 16th, 2007.

No clues at all?  I have one for you.  Your own reporter, Doug Ward, hinted at it in an earlier story, printed Wednesday.

Mr. Van Blaricom said that Taser-related deaths don’t stem from the electrical voltage carried by the electric-control weapon but from the exhausting physical struggle that follows.

Often the cause of death is cardiac arrest, or asphyxia, in which the person being arrested builds up so much lactic acid that they can’t breathe any longer, said Mr. Van Blaricom.

“They develop an oxygen deficit that they just can’t overcome.”

— Doug Ward, “U.S. experts question RCMP Taser tactics“.  National Post, November 14th, 2007.

Maybe you can ask the coroner about that.  Or positional asphyxia.  Just sayin’.

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3 Responses
  1. Alan says:

    Funny. I am pretty sure he would not have had the heart attack but for being tasered.

  2. Chris Taylor says:

    I can’t get over the fact that a major international air hub apparently has no Russian- or Polish-speakers on speed dial, should any kind of communication hassles ensue.
    After all it’s not like there’s ANY possibility of unilingual, non-English-speaking air travellers passing through a place like Vancouver on their way to somewhere else.

  3. Alan says:

    I would have expected other Poles would have been around – didn’t someone try to explain the situation to the RCMP officers but they just brushed on by. Heck I know enough Polish to try to calm someone down – but then again I have had a revolver waved in my face by a drunk man in the Baltic night.