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“Shoot Me!”

“Shoot me, shoot me,” the short, shirtless, muscular Korean man said as he walked slowly towards Officer Jay and me. He was holding a large kitchen knife and we could see the blood trickling down his chest and abdomen from where he had been cutting himself. Jay and I both drew our pistols and took a step backwards, preparing to defend ourselves.

We had gotten a 911 call in February of 1991, at around midnight, to this quiet Lilburn neighborhood from the Korean man’s adult son. The man had two sons at the house, both in their mid twenties. They both spoke English, but their mother, who was also there, only spoke Korean. When Jay and I had arrived at the residence, the two sons met us outside. They told us that their father was depressed about losing his job and other personal issues. He had been drinking all evening, which only increased his depression. We also found out later that he was mixing alcohol and prescription pain pills which made a bad situation even worse. The sons had been sitting with their father, but he had still managed to slip into the kitchen and get a knife. That was when he had said he was going to kill himself.

The two sons had immediately sprung into action and wrestled the knife away from their father. They had called 911 because they wanted us to take him to get some help. Officer Jay and I went into the house and made contact with the man. He was about fifty years old but appeared fit and very intoxicated. Jay found out that the man had been in the Korean version of the Marines. Jay was a former United States Marine himself and this created an opportunity for the two to talk.

While Jay was talking to the father, I spoke to the two sons. They explained that they were worried that their dad really was going to kill himself if we did not help him. The problem is, thanks to the lawmakers in Georgia, it is not against the law to kill yourself and threatening or even attempting suicide does not provide grounds for involuntary committal. The family’s options were fairly limited. If their dad would consent to go voluntarily to the hospital, we would take him. If he refused, there was not much that we could legally do. Another option was that if he committed some criminal offense we could arrest him and take him to the hospital for psychiatric evaluation. Up to this point, however, the subject had not broken any laws.

After Jay had talked to the father and I had spoken to the two sons, we compared notes. I told him that the sons wanted their dad taken into custody to get him some help but that I had told them that we could not do that at this point. Jay said that he had a good conversation with the man. Jay asked him if he would be willing to go to the hospital and get checked out. The father told Jay that he did not need any help and he was okay now. Talking with another military man had made him feel better. He assured Jay that he would not try and harm himself again. He even said that he might go see his doctor tomorrow if he wasn’t feeling better.

Both Jay and I felt that we had calmed the situation down as much as we could. We told the sons to keep an eye on their dad and to call us back if they felt that they needed us. We both left the house feeling that we had handled the call and done our good deed for the night. We could not have been more wrong.

As we were backing out of the driveway, one of the suicidal Korean’s sons came running down the driveway, yelling for us to stop. “He’s got another knife and he is stabbing himself!” Jay and I rushed back into the house and found the Korean man sitting on a couch in the living room holding a large knife. He was cutting himself on his chest and abdomen but did not appear to be feeling any pain.

When he saw that the police were back in his house, he stood up and started walking slowly towards us, holding the knife out in front of him. “Shoot me, shoot me,” he pleaded with us. Jay backed up as far as he could. The suicidal man’s two sons and his wife were standing behind him, pressing around him. They saw us draw our guns and knew what was about to happen. They were screaming, pleading in Korean for the man to stop and put the knife down. Jay and I both yelled at the man to drop the knife. Instead, he kept walking slowly towards us, saying in heavily accented and slurred English, “Shoot me!”

Now I know that in the movies and on television, knives are not really considered a threat. The hero usually kicks the knife out of the bad guys hand or grabs the hand with knife and twists it until the knife falls out. These “Hollywood encounters” do a great disservice to those in Law Enforcement. If an officer has to shoot someone who attacks them with a knife, they are often second guessed by the press and citizen advocate groups, none of which have ever been in a deadly encounter with someone who wanted to kill them.

I have been involved in some type of martial arts for most of my life and am proficient with empty hand strikes, kicks, joint locks, pressure points and many types of weapons. In a real encounter, however, I am not about to fight someone armed with a knife. If you have ever seen anyone carved up by someone who is proficient with a knife, you will understand why Jay and I were about to shoot this drunk, suicidal Korean.

As the family members continued to scream in Korean over Jay’s shoulder, I knew he was going to have a tougher time making a shot. He was being jostled as the two sons and the wife tried get around him. Jay was using his body, trying to shield the family from getting in the way. However, I knew that it was a matter of seconds before Jay was going to be forced to fire his Smith & Wesson 9mm pistol.

I had backed up against a wall and slid sideways down a few feet to get a better angle. I was now to the side of suicidal man. Because of Jay’s position, I knew that it would be better if I took the shot. I raised my Smith & Wesson .45 caliber pistol and put the front sight on the man’s right ear and started to squeeze the trigger. The man with the knife was less than fifteen feet away, much too close. He continued to shuffle towards us pleading, “Shoot me!”

As the hammer was coming back on my double action, semi-

automatic pistol, I realized for the first time, that the Korean man did not know I existed. His attention was fixed completely on Jay. Maybe he felt that it was more honorable to be killed by a United States Marine than by his own hand. Unless he turned to his right, the suicidal man would walk right by me.

I observed all of this in a split second. I released the trigger of my pistol and holstered it. I drew my police baton or “nightstick.” I knew I was going against the Police Tactics Manual, but I was willing to try one time to disarm the guy. Jay and I both knew we would have been completely justified in shooting this guy. In that split second, however, I thought maybe we could avoid killing him. Justified or not, shooting him would create a lot of emotional trauma for us, the Korean family, and would mean a lot of paperwork.

The man’s right side was to me and the large knife was in his right hand. He had the knife raised and pointing at Jay. The family was still screaming in Korean and Jay was still yelling at him to drop the knife but I had blocked it out. I knew Jay was getting ready to shoot so I needed to act fast. I stepped forward and in one motion, raised my nightstick and brought it crashing down on the suicidal man’s right forearm. I hit him just as hard as I could, knowing that if I missed or did not disarm him, I could slide out of the way and let Jay shoot him.

When the nightstick smashed into the man’s forearm, the knife went flying across the living room. I wasn’t about to give him a chance to retrieve it so I dropped the nightstick behind me and reached over and grabbed the guy behind the neck with my right hand. I then pulled forward on the man’s neck and used my right leg to kick his legs in the opposite direction. The result was that the Korean was slammed down hard to the floor on his face. I dropped both knees into his back. Jay had responded immediately to my nightstick strike. As soon as the knife was out of the man’s hand, he was holstering his pistol and stepping in. He followed my lead and dropped onto the man’s back so that we could keep him pinned to the floor long enough to get him handcuffed.

Now Jay and I are both big boys. I am about six foot two and, at the time was about two hundred and twenty pounds out of uniform. With all of my equipment on, I tipped the scales at about two hundred and forty pounds. Jay is about six foot one and outweighs me by about twenty pounds. With us on this guy’s back, he wasn’t going anywhere. He struggled a bit as we tried to get him handcuffed but we got him secured. Then we both just sat there for a minute staring at each other and catching our breaths, knowing how close we had been to killing this man.

Jay now had a criminal charge (Aggravated Assault on Police Officers) and took the man to the hospital for psychiatric evaluation and involuntary committal. About a week later, Jay got a phone call from one of the suicidal man’s sons. Jay asked him how his father was. He said, “Well, his right forearm is broken and he is in a cast. He is going to have to have back surgery in the next few weeks from where you guys jumped on his back. He has several vertebrae that are messed up.” Jay did not like where this conversation was going. He thought that the next thing he was going to hear is that we were going to be sued.

Instead, the young Korean man continued, “But please don’t worry about all of that. It is okay. I want to thank you for not killing my father. I know you could have but instead, chose to use other means to get him the help that he needed. These injuries will heal. I am sorry that you had to see my father in that condition. He is a good man.” Jay thanked the young man for his call. Officer Jay received the Departmental Officer of the Month Award for this incident. I received a Letter of Commendation for my part.

This encounter drove home to me more clearly than ever before the necessity of good, consistent training. In a physical confrontation, most techniques do not work like we intend them to. I know that is hard to believe because Jack Bauer always lands his punch or kick on television, but in real life, it is just as common to miss or to have the technique not work. I was very fortunate in this situation that the two techniques that I used, the baton strike and the leg sweep, worked perfectly and allowed us to save a life rather than take one.