There is barely a moment during daylight when nobody is photographing this beautiful building. Sometimes a dozen or more people are snapping shots. The photo-taking continues well after dark, when the terra cotta facade is illuminated by massive racks of floodlights.
The Americans hurried toward the bedroom door. The first SEAL pushed it open. Two of bin Laden’s wives had placed themselves in front of him. Amal al-Fatah, bin Laden’s fifth wife, was screaming in Arabic. She motioned as if she were going to charge; the SEAL lowered his sights and shot her once, in the calf. Fearing that one or both women were wearing suicide jackets, he stepped forward, wrapped them in a bear hug, and drove them aside. He would almost certainly have been killed had they blown themselves up, but by blanketing them he would have absorbed some of the blast and potentially saved the two SEALs behind him. In the end, neither woman was wearing an explosive vest.
A second SEAL stepped into the room and trained the infrared laser of his M4 on bin Laden’s chest. The Al Qaeda chief, who was wearing a tan shalwar kameez and a prayer cap on his head, froze; he was unarmed. “There was never any question of detaining or capturing him—it wasn’t a split-second decision. No one wanted detainees,” the special-operations officer told me. (The Administration maintains that had bin Laden immediately surrendered he could have been taken alive.) Nine years, seven months, and twenty days after September 11th, an American was a trigger pull from ending bin Laden’s life. The first round, a 5.56-mm. bullet, struck bin Laden in the chest. As he fell backward, the SEAL fired a second round into his head, just above his left eye. On his radio, he reported, “For God and country—Geronimo, Geronimo, Geronimo.” After a pause, he added, “Geronimo E.K.I.A.”—“enemy killed in action.”
Many people love this place. It's up on Emerson (Golf Rd) at Greenbay in Evanston. I've tried barbecue here a few times and thought it was so-so. The ribs are pretty good, but not as meaty as I'd like. The chicken was scrawny. I like a little extra meatiness in my barbecue.
Kelly Thomas, 37, became involved in an altercation with officers at the Fullerton bus depot July 5 that left him in critical condition on life-support. He died five days later at the UC Irvine Medical Center in Orange.
Responding to reports of someone breaking into cars, officers had confronted Thomas, a transient well-known to merchants and officers in downtown Fullerton. The Orange County Register reported that Thomas, who suffered from schizophrenia, began to struggle as officers tried to search him and that Thomas sustained head and neck injuries.
Thomas’ father, a retired Orange County sheriff’s deputy, has asserted that officers used excessive force to subdue his son, who was unarmed, slight and of medium height. After seeing his son's injuries and talking with witnesses, Thomas told the Register his son "was brutally beaten to death." "When I first walked into the hospital, I looked at what his mother described as my son ... I didn't recognize him," Thomas said. "This is cold-blooded, aggravated murder." Thomas, citing witnesses, said officers hit his son with the butts of flashlights even after he stopped moving. He said his son was probably off his medication and didn't understand officers' commands.
One unarmed, slightly built, 135 lb schizophrenic man, six police officers, 5 police cars, repeated tasering, and a man beaten beyond recognition ends up dead. Some witnesses say that the beating went on well after Thomas stopped moving.
While the police officers are entitled to the presumption of innocence, this does not look good. I'm sure the officers involved didn't wake up that morning thinking they were going to find a mentally ill person to kill, but the police have a checkered history when it comes to encounters with seriously mentally ill persons. I've known parents who could use the help of emergency personnel in escalating situations with a mentally ill child, but refuse to call for fear the police will seriously harm or even kill their child.
Republican Charles Dawes (b. 1865, d. 1951) served under President Calvin Coolidge (1925-1925) as the 30th Vice President of the United States.
Wikipedia: From 1909-1951, Charles G. Dawes, lived in this house at 225 Greenwood St. in Evanston, IL, which was built in 1894 by Robert Sheppard, treasurer and business manager of Northwestern University. In 1944, Dawes willed the house to Northwestern University as a permanent home for the Evanston Historical Society (later re-named the Evanston History Center). Dawes lived in the house until his death and the family continued to occupy it until Mrs. Dawes’ death in 1957. Today, the Evanston History Center operates out of the house. The house is listed on the National Register of Historic Places, and is a National Historic Landmark.