HPD

I awaken every morning thinking that I have just had the worst nightmare of my life, and that I can finally wake up.

But then a feeling of deep grief and horror flood through me, and I realize this is a nightmare from which I can't awaken.

My grief turns to rage when I think of the Honolulu Police Department.

They were called to do a rescue, but instead they caused a death.

The OSI investigation is still going on, and I do not yet have complete reliable data that I can post.

Maris seemed to be having some sort of crisis...possibly psychotic. But what caused it? medication that makes people suicidal? alcohol? a traumatic event? massive psychic attack?

So here is all I know:
Maris came back from a hike on Thursday, seemed OK on Friday and Saturday, but something very very bad happened on Sunday. His friends got worried because he was texting rather than telephoning, and the quality of the messages was disturbing. They saw him at dinner. He was unusually quiet. They saw him texting a message to Philip. He went home. There were worrisomne text messages. Maris went to the airport. The friends called the Master Sgt, who called 911.

( I will blog separately about the FOID card, the mental health clinic, and my own interaction with the HPD, as well as bad incidents in 2001 - 2002 involving the Chicago Police. Suffice it to say that to Maris, police are really Bad Medicine.)

The friends tried to do a rescue. Maris told them where he was. He had been there for a while...doing what? gazing up at the stars? waiting for the friends? trying to feel better? He had his knife, just as he had in 2000 / 2001. Knives gave him a sense of comfort and protection. The police came. They saw Maris near the embankment at the top level of the airport parking structure. A police officer asked Maris to step away from the embankment. He asked what Maris was holding. Maris dropped the knife. He said "Nothing." A car came up the ramp. The officer looked towards the car to see who it was...another police officer? an ordinary citizen looking for a parking spot?

When he looked back Maris was gone.

My gut is telling me this is a lie. There is more to the story. But what?

Is there anyone besides myself who thinks that if the police had not come...or if they had allowed the friends to go to Maris...or if they had been better trained...or if they were less arrogant...or more sincere and compassionate....if only one little thing had been different....that Maris might have survived?

Fact: the HPD does not like the military stationed near Honolulu.

The police prevented the friends from entering the parking structure. At what point did thie interference occur?

If the police prevented the friends from going to Maris while he was still alive, then the police caused Maris's death.

That is why it is so crucial to know the exact time each of these events occurred. Can we count on the HPD to be honest about that?

Bringing suit against the HPD will not bring Maris back...and it will take money away from a possible suicide prevention training program that the HPD desperately need to take. ...but do they know how badly they need one?

Are they familiar with the words "Serve and Protect?" my own interpretation of those words might be different than theirs.

Would a lawsuit bring about their awakening? would it make them less arrogant, resentful, narrowminded, and lazy? would it make them a more efficient, more sincere, more caring and compassionate police department? Would it make them hate the military any less?

Their customer service is the worst anywhere.

Would a lawsuit make them...dare i say...less evil?

What would make them less evil? What would make them less wicked?

What would make them sorry for what they have done?

Whatever that is, that is what they need. It will not bring Maris back...but perhaps it might save someone else's life.

May Ma'at bring what they need. May Ma'at bring what we all need. May Ma'at reveal the truth.