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28th January 2013, 14:15
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Sole survivor of Cafe Racer massacre, Leonard Meuse
THE GUN CONTROL DEBATE - CENTER OF THE WORLD?
If you guys have not seen it yet in our papers, Seattle is a gun control nexus; a seat of the gun control debate. On Saturday the local police were buying guns "off the streets", and before that, the mayor was "mulling over" the mass installation of gunshot detectors in the Seattle streets, making our infrastructure among the country's most expensive. We've lost our free ride zone and much of the homeless networking.
But back to Leonard Meuse. I am not sure if you guys read about the Cafe Racer shooting in Seattle last June (2012). Well, there was this bakery, I think on Roosevelt or somewhere close, not too far from the University of Washington. It was called Cafe Racer, and one of the employees there used to be my husband's friend. His name was Leonard Meuse and he made pastries and poured coffee for a living, in a quiet cozy Seattle coffee shop.
Until, one morning, a neighborhood regular came into the restaurant without his usual frame of mind. Ian Stawicki, a young man who was ejected from the US Army after suffering a training injury involving grenades, was not feeling well, and his voice had changed. Barking his words across the coffee house, Ian quickly drew attention from the staff, and in order to preserve the experience of the other guests, Ian was told to leave the premises. He had been a nuisance before, but this was the worst.
Cafe Racer went on with its business, for a few minutes. Then, not quite out of the blue, came Ian Stawicki with a loaded gun. He shot what I recall as being three customers and the man on duty, which happened to be Leonard. Ian finished each victim off with a shot to the head, iirc. When Ian approached Leonard Meuse, the last bullet he fired did not enter the cranial cavity but actually passed through the mouth and jaw, wounding Leonard but not killing him.
Leonard climbed up the wall to catch the phone, and called 9-11. Ian had already made his getaway and was presumably finding his truck, then later running over his fifth victim. Leonard Meuse made the phone call to 9-11 with half his jaw hanging off and blood pouring out of his chest. But he was the sole survivor of the Cafe Racer shooting.
He went on to recover and continue working at Cafe Racer, even when Ian succumbed to the police.
Now, the day before Leonard Meuse got shot, I had never been to Cafe Racer. I'd passed it innumerable times, taking my spouse to work and back, but never was inside. I had not seen Leonard Meuse for about 4 years, either. But to add a detail to the story, Yes, I did see Leonard once in my lifetime, at the Ram restaurant in Northgate. That doesn't really explain what happens next.
I could not stop thinking of the words "Lion" and "strength" the entire week before Leonard Meuse was shot. I wrote an article about Samson and Delilah, and Boaz and Ruth in that time. 2+2. I drew a dead lion the day before it happened.
The lion had a wound under its armpit, and you could see the honeycomb showing, sort of mimicking the Biblical tale.
Well, Leonard translates literally to "Lion strength".
And the Meuses are descended from royalty, as it happens.
That article was titled "what is the meaning of true strength"? or something similar.
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here is the image of the lion drawn the day before Leonard was shot.
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My uncle dreamed of Daniel in the Lion's Den the same week, just before Leonard was nearly killed. Isn't that weird? So he and I BOTH were thinking of Lions, and not just me.
It's just kind of sad and weird to have met a friend named Leonard, have a premonition about his name sort of, then to see him almost dead. Very horrible.
Something similar to this happened to me actually before the batman shooting. I had a cat named Batman, a female, and my father shot her. I couldn't stop thinking of her either, nor the puppies my father killed with a gun -- the last one was not shot but run over, just like the woman run over by Ian Stawicki.
Sole survivor of Cafe Racer massacre, Leonard Meuse
THE GUN CONTROL DEBATE - CENTER OF THE WORLD?
If you guys have not seen it yet in our papers, Seattle is a gun control nexus; a seat of the gun control debate. On Saturday the local police were buying guns "off the streets", and before that, the mayor was "mulling over" the mass installation of gunshot detectors in the Seattle streets, making our infrastructure among the country's most expensive. We've lost our free ride zone and much of the homeless networking.
But back to Leonard Meuse. I am not sure if you guys read about the Cafe Racer shooting in Seattle last June (2012). Well, there was this bakery, I think on Roosevelt or somewhere close, not too far from the University of Washington. It was called Cafe Racer, and one of the employees there used to be my husband's friend. His name was Leonard Meuse and he made pastries and poured coffee for a living, in a quiet cozy Seattle coffee shop.
Until, one morning, a neighborhood regular came into the restaurant without his usual frame of mind. Ian Stawicki, a young man who was ejected from the US Army after suffering a training injury involving grenades, was not feeling well, and his voice had changed. Barking his words across the coffee house, Ian quickly drew attention from the staff, and in order to preserve the experience of the other guests, Ian was told to leave the premises. He had been a nuisance before, but this was the worst.
Cafe Racer went on with its business, for a few minutes. Then, not quite out of the blue, came Ian Stawicki with a loaded gun. He shot what I recall as being three customers and the man on duty, which happened to be Leonard. Ian finished each victim off with a shot to the head, iirc. When Ian approached Leonard Meuse, the last bullet he fired did not enter the cranial cavity but actually passed through the mouth and jaw, wounding Leonard but not killing him.
Leonard climbed up the wall to catch the phone, and called 9-11. Ian had already made his getaway and was presumably finding his truck, then later running over his fifth victim. Leonard Meuse made the phone call to 9-11 with half his jaw hanging off and blood pouring out of his chest. But he was the sole survivor of the Cafe Racer shooting.
He went on to recover and continue working at Cafe Racer, even when Ian succumbed to the police.
Now, the day before Leonard Meuse got shot, I had never been to Cafe Racer. I'd passed it innumerable times, taking my spouse to work and back, but never was inside. I had not seen Leonard Meuse for about 4 years, either. But to add a detail to the story, Yes, I did see Leonard once in my lifetime, at the Ram restaurant in Northgate. That doesn't really explain what happens next.
I could not stop thinking of the words "Lion" and "strength" the entire week before Leonard Meuse was shot. I wrote an article about Samson and Delilah, and Boaz and Ruth in that time. 2+2. I drew a dead lion the day before it happened.
The lion had a wound under its armpit, and you could see the honeycomb showing, sort of mimicking the Biblical tale.
Well, Leonard translates literally to "Lion strength".
And the Meuses are descended from royalty, as it happens.
That article was titled "what is the meaning of true strength"? or something similar.
http://imageshack.us/a/img69/7394/mayph.png
here is the image of the lion drawn the day before Leonard was shot.
http://imageshack.us/a/img689/5486/lenf.png
My uncle dreamed of Daniel in the Lion's Den the same week, just before Leonard was nearly killed. Isn't that weird? So he and I BOTH were thinking of Lions, and not just me.
It's just kind of sad and weird to have met a friend named Leonard, have a premonition about his name sort of, then to see him almost dead. Very horrible.
Something similar to this happened to me actually before the batman shooting. I had a cat named Batman, a female, and my father shot her. I couldn't stop thinking of her either, nor the puppies my father killed with a gun -- the last one was not shot but run over, just like the woman run over by Ian Stawicki.