I stand by what I said 
He had something wrong with him to die from being tazed. They did exacly what they were supposed to, nulified a potential threat. Try that shit in Germany or Russia and see what happens to you. They treat criminals the way they should be treated. The guy was throwing computers, that could be construed as a dangerous person, ya think 
What are they gonna do, walk in and get bashed on the head. Your a fuggin retard. They used non deadly force and somthing whent wrong
Yea, he had something wrong with him alright, ...that man twitched & convulsed for what seemed like forever. The video I saw showed him flopping around while the cops stood around watching him flop like a fish out of water. Then they blasted him again, elliciting more twitching before piling on him. I'm sure the weight of the police officer delivered through the knee to the throat that continued to obstruct his breathing, ...even after he was already cuffed certainly didn't help his ability to breathe any.
There are some serious discrepancies between the police version of events and what actual video footage shows, and this is causing a huge stink as well as an international incident. There is no ducking this one, ...there will be accountability.
A Dream Of A New Life Gone Horribly Wrong
Nathan Vanderklippe National Post
Saturday, November 17, 2007
VANCOUVER -Robert Dziekanski was born an only child in Bielawa, a small town of 30,000 in the southwestern corner of Poland that is within sight of the Sowie Mountains, which divide his home country from the Czech Republic.
He would never cross that border, or any other, until he was 40 and left Poland to join his mother in distant Canada, his bags packed with geography books that had long sustained his unfulfilled world fascination, his pockets empty of the cigarettes he had discarded in favour of healthier beginnings.
His baggage is today all that remains of his immigration to Canada and it, almost more than anything else, speaks to the dreams that brought him to what was to be his new country.
"You have only three small suitcases. What would you take with you? Tough decision, is it not? Not for Robert. He stuffed one suitcase with some clothes and gifts for relatives and two suitcases full of geography books, atlases and magazines like National Geographic," according to a speech being delivered today at a public memorial.
Less than 12 hours after he landed, Mr. Dziekanski was dead, leaving behind a grief-stricken mother to mourn her "beautiful son" and numerous troubling questions about both the RCMP Taser that felled him moments before his death and the travellers and myriad airport staff who seemed unsympathetic to his plight until, in a fit of distress, he began to toss around airport property.
The death of the man who faithfully scribbled his mother proverbs about "goodness" has already sparked four official investigations and furious questions in Parliament. Some of the questions --like why he was ignored for 6 ½ hours in a baggage hall, or what made him so agitated that he resorted to destroying property --may never find satisfactory answers.
Even a month later, most of Mr. Dziekanski's hours in Canada -- the last of his life-- remain a mystery. He boarded an airplane for the first time in his life in Katowice and, after a short hop to Frankfurt, transferred to an Air Condor flight direct to Vancouver.
He was scheduled to arrive at about 1:40 p.m., but the plane did not arrive until an hour and a half later.
By that time, his mother, Zofia Cisowski, had already been waiting in the international arrivals area for well over an hour. Instead of flying her son to her home in Kamloops, the 61-year-old late-night cleaner had paid a man to drive her to Vancouver. She wanted her son to see for himself the views along the scenery-drenched mountain road to his new home.
It was a route he would likely have been familiar with after having received maps of the area from his mother.
She had spent years saving to bring him to Canada, and had finally attained the $20,778 annual income she needed to sponsor him into the country. She herself was sponsored into Canada by the brother of a Polish friend, an ex-miner in nearby Logan Lake, B.C., 20 years her senior whom she would eventually marry.
In the English classes she took at Kamloops Immigrant Services shortly after her arrival eight years ago, her former instructor remembers the way she answered a question about her family using the only words she could muster: "One son. Poland. Robert."
Ms. Cisowski had become a widow when her son was still a boy and had gone in search of better work 200 kilometres away in Gliwice, a town of 200,000 not far from Krakow. One of Europe's oldest industrial regions, Gliwice's lifeblood was its coal mines and ironworks -- it had been known in earlier days as "Prussia's armoury" -- but Ms. Cisowski chose another rough-and-tumble profession. She became a carpenter, a job she held until she took up clerical work.
Her son, meanwhile, was growing up. Mr. Dziekanski followed a well-trodden route in Gliwice, graduating from a technical high school as a miner. He never worked underground. Instead, he took up construction, which he did well according to a co-worker quoted in a Polish newspaper report.
"He was a good worker. He did drywall, painting and tiles," Janusz Pawliczak told the western daily, Dziennik Zachodni. "Whenever we had an especially demanding customer, we would send Robert."
It was work he planned to continue in Canada, where he dreamed of making enough money from the West Coast construction boom that he and his mother could start up their own cleaning company and hire their own workers.
It was a fresh hope for a man who had, according to the Polish newspaper account, a somewhat troubled youth. The report said Mr. Dziekanski developed a thick file at the local police station, and had committed petty theft and robbery while under the influence.
Ms. Cisowski told Agnieszka Krupak, a reporter for the Canadian Polish-language newspaper Gazeta, that her son had broken the law when he was 17, but that his record had since been cleared by two decades of good behaviour -- a necessary precursor to his being allowed to immigrate to Canada.
Those close to the family said that the grieving Ms. Cisowski is struggling to deal with the fresh wounds that came from watching the video of her son's death.
She has spoken with Ms. Krupak more than a dozen times since her son was killed, and in those conversations said that Mr. Dziekanski drank seldom, save on special occasions, and left Poland in part to escape a booze-addled girlfriend.
Reports in Poland have told a conflicting story -- that he had planned to bring his girlfriend, Elzbiete Dubon, to Canada when he had enough money, and that she had suffered a nervous breakdown upon hearing of his death. A Polish TV report also suggested that Mr. Dziekanski had been reluctant to leave Poland, and had only done so after years of persuasion by his mother.
His mother has described her son in Canadian media reports as a "very good boy" who was "handsome" and "strong."
Mr. Dziekanski had "absolutely never" experienced mental health problems, according to Ms. Krupak, the Polish-Canadian reporter, and spent much of his time nurturing a fascination with geography. He collected maps and atlases, which he pored over, committing to memory the names of the world's major rivers and capital cities.
As he prepared to leave for Canada, he stuffed two of his three small suitcases with geography books and copies of National Geographic. As he walked into the Katowice airport, nervous before for his first-ever flight, he handed his last three packs of cigarettes to a stranger. When his mother called him on his cellphone shortly before he boarded, he proudly told her that he was kicking the habit for her. He was a new man now. He would no longer smoke.
Ms. Cisowski had told him to wait for her at the baggage carousel when he arrived and told him that if he felt lost he should find Polish people. They would always be there to help him, she said. Those would be her last words to him.
A day later Mr. Dziekanski landed in Vancouver and walked up to the primary inspection row of customs agents, showing no signs of anything abnormal, according to officials at the Vancouver Airport Authority who have reviewed surveillance videos. He did not speak any English but by about 4 p.m. had cleared customs and entered the baggage hall.
Here, the other passengers on his flight picked up their bags and exited past a customs secondary inspection area to the public arrivals area beyond. But Mr. Dziekanski had been told by his mother to wait by his bags. And so he waited. What he did there remains unknown -- the international baggage area is controlled by the Canada Border Security Agency, and it has declined to comment on the events of the day.
All that is known is that Mr. Dziekanski was there for a very long time. Less than 100 metres away, his mother was waiting, too. She was, in the words of her lawyer Walter Kosteckyj, "just basically hyper-excited to see her son."
As her son was clearing primary inspection, the anxious mother made her first trip to an arrivals-level information desk to inquire about her son. She was told the immigration process often caused delays, and that she needn't worry yet. So she waited.
As the hours passed, she returned to the information desk at least twice more and, finally, asked to speak with a supervisor. She was told to go up an escalator to a departures-level info desk.
Somewhere between 7 p.m. and 8 p.m., she convinced one of the information officers to page her son, but the officer mispronounced his name so poorly she worried he would not understand his own name. Despite asking, she was not allowed to speak over the PA system herself. Even had she been given the microphone, however, her words would not have reached his ears, because the public address system did not broadcast into the customs hall where he was waiting.
As she sought help at the information desks, the man who drove her to Vancouver -- who spoke fluent English -- walked into a customs and immigration area to ask whether anyone there could help. He learned nothing.
Two hours later, at 9:30 p.m., he returned, picked up a phone and again spoke to an official. It is unclear who he spoke to, but according to Mr. Kosteckyj, the lawyer, he was told: "I can tell you that there's no Polish immigrant here tonight."
It was becoming clear to Ms. Cisowski that her son was not there. At 10 p.m., she approached an information desk for at least the sixth time. With no new information, and with the signal from an official that her son was not there, she decided he must have somehow missed his flight. She left the airport, and set out for her four-hour drive home.
She could not have known that minutes after she left, her son's wait finally ended when he presented himself to secondary inspection officials, who helped him with his luggage. Two hours later, according to the official account, he cleared immigration.
Someone had communicated with him well enough to process him as a new immigrant. Yet as he left the secure area more than nine hours after touching down in Vancouver, he remained alone and helpless.
At about 1:15 a.m., he began to grow erratic--opening and closing the automatic door that divides the two areas. He was sweating. He threw a folding table, then a computer.
At 1:20 a.m., airport operations received two reports about his behaviour. Five minutes later, security officials arrived. The four RCMP officers came shortly after. The video of their arrival shows them walking past the airport's Clayoquot carved wooden figures, whose outstretched arms of welcome Mr. Dziekanski never reached.
He calls for police and, according to Polish speakers who have seen the video, threatens to sue.
About twenty-five seconds after one of the officers asks, "How are you doing, sir?" Mr. Dziekanski is hit with the first 50,000-volt jolt from the Taser. He screams. Less than a minute after RCMP first approach him, he grows silent. Not long after, he is pronounced dead.
A subsequent toxicology report found no drugs or alcohol in his system. So what triggered his bizarre conduct? Ms. Krupak, the Polish-Canadian reporter, suggests it may have been an attempt to get a response from the police he believed would help him. Ludwik Tokarczuk, president of the Canadian Polish Conference, says any normal person in his condition would have reacted the same way.
"He was without sleep, without food because he couldn't probably ask for any food. He was without cigarettes, and in withdrawal from nicotine," he said.
In an especially cruel twist, Ms. Cisowski herself would not find out about any of her son's actions that night until many hours later. She arrived home at 2 a.m. to find a message waiting: "It's Canada Immigration calling, Vancouver International Airport for Zofia. Well, we're expecting her to be here, I guess, picking up her relative. If she is not, you can return this call."
She did, and half an hour later reached someone who told her that her son was waiting for her. Mr. Dziekanski had at this time already been dead for an hour. But that is not what Ms. Cisowski was told. She took a bus and arrived in the afternoon, and it was not until then that she was confronted with the horrible news.
In his eulogy at a memorial service today, Jurek Baltakis, a leader in the Kamloops Polish community, will remember that act as a mother's heart-wrenching bid to leave her only son--a man whose death seems so remarkably stupid -- with a gift so "he can make his last trip to eternity and remember that he was a Polish- Canadian."
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It was reported that Dziekanski was cremated and his mother scattered half of his ashes in Poland, and the other half in Canada.
