There were some nervous chuckles. There was the sense among all of us, I think, that Merker’s assistant was a bit of a dim bulb who could benefit from a few more volts.
Merker smiled along with everyone else and then did something funny with his nose. He twitched it, pulled on it a couple of times between thumb and index finger. He turned away from the audience for a second to conduct some bit of nasal maintenance, then faced front again and said, “The Dropper is an ideal tool for dealing with, for example, mental patients. A hardened criminal, a rapist, a bank robber, you don’t lose too much sleep shooting one of those types even if they never get up again. But a, you know, nutcase who can’t help being the way he is, that doesn’t deserve a death sentence.”
Some cops exchanged awkward glances.
“Now, Leo, you pretend to be a mental patient coming at me, with a knife, perhaps.”
Lesley had slipped away a few moments earlier and was off to the side, ready with her camera.
“Sure.” Leo took a few steps back, paused, put his fingers to his temples for a second, as if getting himself in the moment, and then he charged.
“Ahhh!” he shouted. “I’m crazy!”
Lesley was taking pictures as Gary Merker raised his Dropper stun gun and fired.
The streams of water were so small, and came out so quickly, that I almost didn’t see them. But the results were immediately apparent. There was a brief crackling noise as they hit Leo, and his body went into an immediate spasm, dropping instantly. Lesley moved in for a better shot. Given Leo’s size, there was quite a “fwump!” when he hit the mat. Everyone recoiled, wondering whether Gary had just murdered his associate and we would all be called upon as witnesses.
“You see!” said Merker. “Instant capitulation! And if I wanted to, I’d be able to shoot again immediately!”
Leo just lay there. Lesley got off a couple more shots.
“Uh,” said the woman cop who’d asked a question earlier, “is he okay?”
Leo was still not moving.
“Leo!” Merker shouted.
His face still pressed into the mat, Leo said, “Errr.”
“He just needs another minute,” Merker said. Slowly, Leo moved one of his arms, then another, and then he was slowly moving up onto his knees as most of his audience held their breath. With care, he got back onto his feet and dusted himself off.
Everyone, myself included, applauded. We were just relieved, I think, that he wasn’t dead.
“Of course,” Merker said, continuing his sales pitch, “during the period when he was down, law officers would have been able to cuff Leo, to subdue him. All you need is a few seconds to bring a suspect under control.” Merker walked over to Leo, put a hand on his shoulder while Lesley got an “after” shot. Merker gave her an annoyed look. “So, that’s twenty-eight times now. How are you feeling?”
“Absolutely,” Leo said.
A uniformed cop, a tall black man, stepped forward. “Mr. Merker, I’m the president of this police association, and we have a board that’s very hesitant about the use of these sorts of weapons. Has it been the experience of many other large city police departments that while stun guns are designed to be used in special circumstances to stop a suspect without actually killing him, once police have them, they start using them indiscriminately on suspects? Because their use is not fatal, officers aren’t just using them on dangerous psychiatric patients. Aren’t they using them on everyone from kids playing hooky to jaywalkers?”
It was an interesting comment, given who it was coming from. The police union head seemed pretty skeptical.
Merker was rubbing his nose again, one nostril in particular, like something inside there was really annoying him. He set his eyes on the questioner, almost accusingly. “Well, I guess if you’re saying that you think your own members aren’t responsible enough to handle these things,…well, then I guess you’ve got a problem.” There was some grumbling in the crowd, and I wasn’t sure whether it was directed at Merker or the union president. “Listen, I’m just here selling the hardware. I can give you guys good deals on these if you’re interested. If you don’t want them for yourselves, maybe you’d like to buy them for members of your family.”
Lesley was back beside me. “Got some awesome shots,” she said. “Did you see that guy go down?”
I nodded. “I thought he was dead there for a second.”
Three or four cops approached Merker after he finished his pitch, but I didn’t see anyone buying anything. As long as the stun guns were not being approved by the police commission, the cops would have to be buying them out of their own pocket.
“What if I could save you another fifty bucks?” I heard Merker tell one officer, but he still had no takers.
We found ourselves standing behind Gary Merker and his associate Leo Edgars at the elevator a couple of minutes later.
Merker turned and pointed to me. “You’re not a cop.”