Quest4Less said:
I'm not familiar with the details of the guy getting shot in the back, however I'd be willing to bet he was doing something he shouldn't have been, or he refused police orders.
I agree with the previous poster - if the cops say STOP... then you STOP. If you run or try anything then whatever happens is YOUR fault.
Oh well shit, if he didn't do what the cops say, then yes, they are justified in executing him. Sure, kill the fucker. He sounds like a real bad seed.
[/off sarcasm] Get real guys. Do you really want to live in a police state?
From the web page...
TORONTO, Canada--Jeffrey was shot three times by an undercover police agent who reportedly responded to a 911 call about a group of about 50 kids supposedly in "attack mode." One of the bullets entered the teenager through the back, fatally fragmenting on its way up to his brainstem.
Stories about what led to the senseless killing were conflicting. The police released their version to the mainstream media but community and neighborhood papers that did their own interviews of witnesses carried stories saying that Jeffrey was not armed and that there were less than 50 kids involved in the brawl that was started by a bullying incident in a basketball court two nights before. The Filipino youth claimed that "some white kids" stole their basketball and beat up one of them.
For his 17th birthday this year, Jeffrey's immediate family plus his cousins celebrated at the Pickel Barrel restaurant in Yorkdale. Although Flora's birthday fell on the following day, this party was exclusively for Jeffrey. He was the special person that day. At that time, he was excited about a planned school trip to Europe and told everyone about it. He told them that he was saving the money he earned from his part time job for the trip. The day before he died, he put the Parents Consent Form on the kitchen table for his mother to sign but Flora never got to doing it.
He had other plans for the future and was mulling about whether to join the military or go into graphic design. He had to make the choice the following year when he would have been in grade 12. In the meantime, Jeffrey lived his life as a teenager normally would -- going to school (at Jean Vanier), doing his school work (he earned good grades), playing sports (basketball was his favorite), partying (he was a party animal) and just hanging out with friends (lots of them). But Jeffrey did something out of the ordinary too -- he acted as surrogate father to his four-year-old nephew Ty, the son of his sister Robyn.
It was difficult for his friends to think of him today as dead. The "happiest guy in the world" as his friends described him, suddenly and forever silenced? Many wept quietly. Some wailed. Others were still in denial. They clung to each other for support. They expressed their anger. They prayed. They sang.
They came from everywhere -- his high school, Jean Vanier; his grade school, St. Rose of Lima; his workplace, Krispy Kreme; his neighborhood, in Scarborough. There were also visitors from other high schools and as far as Mississauga and Markham -- young people he had met through Youth for Christ of which he was a member, Fil-Act for which he played basketball and Mark de Leon's martial arts class. Friends of his family also came, as well as members of the community they didn't personally know but who condoled with them.
At the Ogden Funeral Home the day before, administration was careful not to call on the police to direct the heavy traffic to the parking lot. Resentment by the youth against the police was understandable and raw emotions still had to be processed. The viewing room quickly filled after it opened at 4 p.m. as classes for the day ended. The crowd spilled into the hall, the downstairs level and even the courtyard. Mourners lined up to view the body and afterwards lingered to exchange information as to what happened. They brought flowers, sympathy cards, mass cards, letters, photos, posters and whatever could express their grief. One letter from his co-workers had a drawing of a donut that Jeffrey supposedly invented: apple filling, chocolate glaze, apple cinnamon topping and multi-colored sprinkles. It may not have been original but it surely reflected Jeffrey's vibrant and fun personality.
In between the prayer service and mass, photos of Jeffrey were projected on screen. Outtakes from Jeffrey's communications technology project were also shown, with Jeffrey holding a mic and clowning before the camera. He looked like he had a future in broadcasting or in stand-up comedy. Even in death, he made his classmates laugh. Fondly, they recalled his comic personality. Which was the real Jeffrey, the one onscreen or the one lying in the coffin? It is the one you choose to remember.