Why Continue to Write About Fouad Kaady?
Many people reading this site probably wonder why I continue to rant about the murder of Fouad Kaady, month after month. To tell the truth, I often wonder myself. I have never been one to engage in obsessive behavior, but this case haunts me, perhaps even more than all of the other murders by cop that have occurred in our area in recent years.
For those who may have been out of the area, a quick recap is in order: Fourteen months ago, on Sept 8, 2005, those of us living in the area were startled awake by the "story" carried on local media stations, concerning a young man, who was completely nude, and acting "irrational," who had "possibly been involved in some hit and run accidents," who was subsequently SHOT AND KILLED BY A SANDY POLICE OFFICER AND A CLACKAMAS COUNTY DEPUTY SHERIFF. The local reports continued to demonize and marginalize the victim for days, with "perhaps he was on drugs," "may have mental health issues," and similar innuendo.
The fact that the victim was reported to be completely naked at the time of the killing led us to ask more questions, to actually purchase copies of what reports the sheriff would release, and to enquire of folks here, on Indymedia for anyone who may have details, or more knowledge. It also caused us to respond to the vigil in Sandy, where we met with friends and family of Fouad. The more we learned, the more appalled we became.
The police report indicated that the officers, responding to several calls of a possibly burning vehicle involved in several accidents, arrived in the area, and the deputy (Willard) grabbed his shotgun, and jumped in the Sandy cop's (Bergin) car, and they sped off like Starsky and Hutch, superheros in search of a criminal.
Failing to find a criminal, they found only a severely injured, naked, "catatonic" (their word) and completely unarmed individual (Fouad Kaady) seated alongside the road, with his skin burned from his body, bleeding, rocking, and moaning. They did the only rational thing: they demanded (in that herd of turkeys, screaming fashion that we are all familiar with) that Fouad lay out on the hot pavement, which he (probably more sane than they) did not do. Drawing on their first responder training, they then transitioned to tasers, and tasered Fouad until their electronic toys were out of juice. After experiencing all of the additional pain caused by these morons, when the juice stopped, Fouad did yet another thing that was more rational than his torturers, he jumped up, and fled to the nearest high ground, which just happened to be Bergin's running and unlocked cruiser, which had, for some stupid reason, Willard's loaded shotgun on the hood.
Fouad was dancing around in pain, and crying out for succor, when the stalwart agents of the state decided that they did not know what to do with him, and according to their statement, were not about to let him touch them, nor were they going to touch him, so they shot him and killed him.
Well, that is the short version of the story. No one will ever know exactly what led to Fouad being there, in that place, at that time. What is pretty certain from all factors that are known, is that Fouad had run out of gas in Gresham. He then ran, walked, or possibly hitch hiked to his parents' home, borrowed his father's car, went somewhere to obtain a can of gasoline. On the way back to his car, something, possibly the gasoline, burst into flames (perhaps as the result of his first accident, a rear ender). From that point, he was on fire, and not really in control of the car (who would be), which was careening down a rural road, striking several other cars, before it ran off the road, and he was able to bail out, running from the pain. He ran as far as he could, shedding what clothes had not already burned from his body. When Bergin and Willard came upon him, he was seated, and causing no problems for anyone, until they amped him up with their electro stimulation toys and killed him for failing to fall to the pavement and handcuff himself. That, folks is the story in a nutshell, and that is MURDER, plain and simple. No grand jury, no blue ribbon committee, and certainly no shiny faced Sheriff Craig Roberts, will ever convince me otherwise.
Back to the original question, why do I continue to obsess over this case, when the cops in this area have been killing without cause for decades? I guess that my first reason is that this occurred way out in the south east, where it appeared there was a great lack of public support (CopWatch said it was out of their "jurisdiction.") for the family of the victim. We met the family, and saw their hearts torn from them, and no one seemed to be paying enough attention, except here, on Indy. Our hearts wept for them, and we wanted to whatever possible to ease their pain, for in reality, we already knew that the grand jury would not indict, and the sheriff would never admit culpability.
Fouad and his family are Lebanese American, and due to these trying and distrustful times, we felt that perhaps they would feel isolated from "main stream," and our support was needed. The outpouring of public support that we have seen in the Lukus Glenn case (he, at least, was making threats, and had a small knife with which to maybe nick a cop or two), and for James Chasse, are good to see. Such support was not available to the Kaady family, at least publicly. The Lebanese American community was understandably afraid to be too vocal, or too visible, with a couple of well known exceptions, so it remained for us, here at Indy, to make as much noise as possible in their behalf.
The killing goes on, and while few are as flagrantly murder as was Fouad's (James Chasse, and Jose' Mejia Poot come immediately to mind), there seems to be no end to the hubris of the police and their protectors, the District Attorneys. Continually trying to blame everything on lack of training, and lack of mental health facilities, etc, when what is lacking is discipline, control, and caring on the part of the institutions that are now more concerned with keeping us, their constituents, in line, in fenced free speech zones, and the like, is what keeps me writing. What is lacking is citizen oversight.
I have been snapped out of my comfort zone, and will not return there, until there is some control over the murdering thugs that we are paying to protect us. We will feel some vindication when the Spence firm renders some of the fat out of the porkers who murdered Fouad, but many more remain to be rendered, before we can call it a just world.
So please friends, try not to get too irritated, when I continue, at least once a month, to remind everyone that we are not safe, none of us. Since I will be away from any access to the Internet on the 8th, I am posting this now, to mark the fourteenth month since the murder of Fouad Kaady, by those who are sworn to protect and to serve. I am still angry, and will continue to be so, until we right the system.
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