A reader sent me this link:
Here's the news story. Abbotsford, by the way, has been labeled "the Murder Capital of Canada" [insert scary music here]. Abbotford, the Murder Captial of Canada," has a homicide rate of 4.7 per 100,000.
Abbotford, the Murder Captial of Canada, has a homicide rate lower than the U.S. homicide rate.
Think about that.
As Yakov Smirnoff used to say: "What a country!"
I have no problem with the force used in this video. In fact, I think it's a very good use of force (and I'm not saying that just to provoke anonymous insults). Every bit of force is justified, in response to actions the suspect takes, and stops when the suspect complies.
That guy on the ground had two things to do: 1) keep his head down, and 2) not move, especially his hands. Those are very fair requests. Mr. Brown Jacket complies and has no problem. Mr. Slow Learner keeps looking up and trying to move his hands to a place where 1) he could reach for a weapon or 2) get up. Neither is acceptable. The officer responds appropriately.
To me, the greater issue (outside the war on drugs) is the limitations of the gun. Once you're pointing a gun at somebody who doesn't do want you want, you kind of lose your power. I mean, if you can't shoot the guy, what can you do? So the gun, if you call its bluff, only serves to take the officer's hands out of the equations. That's not good. But as long as the gun is out (and yes, I'm assuming that officer has a good reasons to suspect the suspects may be armed), all you've got are your feet.
There was one time I got out of my car and drew down on two people fighting in the middle of the Monument Street (I had reason to believe, falsely it turned out, that one had a gun). I ordered them to stop fighting. I will never forget as they both, in unison, turned to look down the barrel of my gun, then turned back to each other and re-starting slugging each other again. All I could do was put my gun away. By this time I could see they were not armed.
I did end up macing one of them when the other, unilaterally, listened to my commands to stop fighting. At the request of their father, they both went to jail. Turned out they were brothers.
Everyone would have been happier had I never been there.