Leave aside all the nitpicking details for a minute.
I know the police said he jumped over the barrier, when in reality he paid for his ticket with a credit card and walked through.
I know the police said he ran away from them and that it later turned out he did nothing of the sort.
I know they claimed to have shouted warnings when in fact they did not.
I know they said he was wearing bulky clothing that could have hidden a bomb, when in fact he was lightly dressed.
I know they tried to blacken his character in an attempt to divert attention from their own failures.
And I realise there’s the small fact that he was a completely innocent man.
I know all that and I can understand it. People tell all sorts of lies when they’re afraid of being found out.
Here’s what I really don’t understand: how many times do you need to shoot somebody at close range in the head with exploding bullets before you’re sure he’s dead? I mean, after his head explodes the first time, wouldn’t you conclude that he was no longer a threat?
Not the Metropolitan Police, it seems.
How many times did the Metropolitan Police fire head-exploding bullets into Jean Charles deMenezes before they were certain he no longer represented a threat?
Well, even though Jean Charles de Menezes had no head left, the Metropolitan Police were still uncertain whether or not he was dangerous, so they shot him a sixth time, again in the non-existent head, with exploding bullets.
Professionals that they are, the Met were still not satisfied. Well, this is the best-trained police force in the world, or so they like to remind us, and so the Metropolitan Police were taking no chances. They fired one last hollow-point bullet into the pool of pulp that used to be his head, just to be sure.
Here’s the hollow-point bullet before it hits you:
And here it is after it hits you:
Hmmmm. The bullet that kills you better.
Just to be absolutely sure, they also shot him four more times in a fusillade that lasted about thirty seconds.
have a look at this fella on the left, and then have a look at Jean Charles de Menezes up above. Is that an uncanny resemblance, as the police say?
No. Of course it isn’t!
That’ll teach those pesky Brazilians to walk around London in string bikinis, looking nothing like Arabs and carelessly getting themselves mistaken for terrorist suspects by acting too casual. And by being electricians going to work.