Leila Khaled grabbed the attention of the whole world, when she led a group of PFLP freedom fighters onboard the TWA flight 840 in 1969. They proceeded to hijack the plane, believing Yitzhak Rabin (the Israeli ambassador to the US) would be on board. They instead diverted the Boeing 707 to land in Damascus. Nobody was killed and the passengers all safely disembarked. Leaving the hijackers to blow up the nose of the plane as it sat on the tarmac.
That same year, the Black September campaign in Jordan saw her alight one of the four simultaneous Dawson's Field hijackings. The international press were taken with this attractive, brave young heroine. She found herself in a British prison, before being traded in a prisoner exchange for civilian hostages kidnapped by other PFLP members.
Upon her return to Damascus where she lived as a refugee, she immediately became an icon among the Palestinian refugees. Khaled's notoriety meant that her image joined that of Che Guevara on thousands of left wing walls, and to many she became the archetype of the female revolutionary and the Palestinian woman. An epidemic of hijacking during the 1970s, would be documented in author Brendan Koerner's book "The Skies Belong to Us".
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Harold Shipman was an English general practitioner. With an estimated 250 victims, he is considered to be one of the most prolific serial killers in modern history. In January 2000, he was found guilty of murdering 15 patients under his care and sentenced to life imprisonment, with a whole life order. In the UK, under a “life sentence” prisoners are eligible for early release after a minimum term set by the judge. 4 years later, Shipman hanged himself in his cell at HMP Wakefield.
“The Shipman Enquiry” revealed the extent of his crimes and had far reaching consequences for the NHS primary care services. Victims were vulnerable elderly patients of his, who trusted their doctor. He would administer a single fatal dose of drugs (typically morphine or diamorphine) or prescribe excessive quantities of medicines. Shipman was reputedly very close to his mother who developed lung cancer. A doctor administered morphine to her at home where a 17 year old Shipman saw her pain subside, until her death.
Just a year after taking his first position in general practice, Shipman was fined £600 after being caught forging prescriptions of pethidine for himself. In 1993 he established his own surgery, earning himself a position of respect in the community. When concerns were expressed about the high rate of death amongst his patients, especially the high number of cremation forms for elderly women, insufficient evidence led to police closing the investigation. Shipman took a further 3 lives before the daughter of his final victim raised the alarm. Police began investigating after she told how she and her children were excluded from her mother's will, while Shipman was set to inherit £386,000. An exhumation revealed traces of diamorphine in the deceased woman, to which the doctor responded by alleging she had been an addict. Records he showed as evidence of his claims were found to have been made following her death.
Following his arrest in September 1998, a typewriter owned by Shipman was identified as that used to make the forged will. Of the deaths Shipman had certified, 15 specimen cases would be investigated, exposing a pattern of his administering lethal doses of diamorphine, signing death certificates then falsifying records to detail their failing health. A lengthy trial ended with guilty verdicts and 15 life sentences, for which he joined 600 of Britain's most high profile criminals at the maximum security facility known as “monster mansion”.
It's suspected his suicide was intended to assure his wife's entitlement to an NHS pension and with it her financial security. A year later, Shipman was quietly cremated outside normal working hours, attended by only his wife and four children. The inquiry concluded he had killed at least 218 patients between 1977 and 1998. During this time 459 of his patients died but there was no way to ascertain his culpability, leaving his final victim count at 250 over the 27 year period. £10,000 worth of jewellery was retrieved from Shipman's garage, much of which he is believed to have stolen from his victims. A memorial garden called “The garden of Tranquility” lies within Hyde park.
Changes in standard medical procedure in the UK is referred to as the “Shipman effect”. Wary of over-prescribing, changes in dispensing practices have led to many patients struggling with getting adequate pain medication. Single doctor general practices became a thing of the past, replaced by large multiple-doctor surgeries increasing the oversight of decisions. Organising a cremation now requires confirmation that a violent or unnatural death isn't suspected and that further examination of remains is not warranted.
For several years, I lived in the shadow of HMP Wakefield, right next to the country's most dangerous murderers, sex offenders and paedophiles. 25 foot high walls, floodlights, barbed wire, electric fences, CCTV cameras and prison service dog-handlers patrol the perimeter 24/7 circling Victorian institution. The sound from a weekly Sunday football match makes the otherwise tomb-like silence more noticeable. Our house sat amid a small terrace, originally built to accommodate the prison guards and their families. Contrary to popular opinion, there are few places as safe to live. Only one escapee has ever made it through the intense security. In 1959, IRA prisoner Sèamus Murphy was the only one of five heading over the wall, to be successful. Numerous people colluded to bring the plan to fruition. But today, many of those detained and their heinous crimes are known by the public, who would be far less sympathetic and prepared to assist them.
It's rumoured that a number of Shipman's fellow inmate's sought medical advice from him, of which at least two ended up seriously ill in the infirmary. Even if someone tries to kill you in prison, nobody talks about it to authorities. Amongst those condemned to pass their sentences there are:
In 1994 I was a new mum, expecting another baby and living in the West Yorkshire city of Wakefield. Exhausted from sleepless nights, I was largely unaware of current affairs. The brutal murder of 51 year old Wendy Speakes on 15th March, who lived about a hundred yards up the street, broke the spell. The whole city was shocked, but for any women that spent even a small part of the day alone at home, the tragedy would change their lives.
Attractive brown eyed blonde Wendy, had handed in her notice at work where she was an office receptionist. A for sale sign hung from the front of her end terraced house, a ten minute walk from the city centre. Her plan to relocate near to her newly-married daughter in Essex, was well and truly coming together. But within minutes of arriving home on Tuesday March 15th, 1994, Wendy was sexually assaulted and then savagely stabbed to death. Such was the terror that gripped the city, before long the faceless killer acquired the name "The Executioner of Wakefield". Despite being situated in the shadow of maximum security HMP Wakefield, local people believed it to be a safe and friendly place to live. As stunned as we were, the world keeps on turning. Yorkshire people are renowned for their grit and it was needed now more than ever. Yet when reaching home, an eerie reticence compelled us to look over our shoulders.
Wakefield is technically a city, but as it is in many smaller Yorkshire communities, neighbours stop to talk to one another, and a stranger was just a friend you hadn't met yet. Pit closures that decimated mining communities over the past decade had brought the people of Wakefield closer together, united by their struggles. Working men's clubs remained popular, members only establishments that offered live entertainment, Bingo, cut priced alcohol and Outings for children and the elderly. The immediate theory that Wendy's killer lived in the locality, shook the enduring sense of solidarity as nothing else had yet done.
From Ossett, Wendy took the three mile trip on the 126 bus, alighting at Wakefield bus station before making the ten minute walk and arriving home at roughly 6pm. Across the street, a worker at Green's printers spotted a man walking down the side of her house shortly after 6pm. In her slippers, Wendy was seen talking with the man at her front door before he made his way to the back of the house.Uncommonly for the time and where terraces often had only small yards, her house had a spacious conservatory at the rear. She had stood on her low brick wall and peered down the side, but when he reappeared at the front a minute later, she stepped back into the doorway. The man stood on the steps looking around and the printer turned and went back to work. Glancing from his window after about five more minutes, he saw the mystery man leaving Wendy's house, walking for a few yards before breaking into a sprint.
Wendy's house was next to a pub, but a driveway lay between them, giving access to the rear of her property.
Her absence from work then next day, Wendy's colleague Deborah Crossley and her father drove to check on her. Mr. Crossley found her lifeless body in the upstairs back bedroom. Her killer had bound her hands with black stockings, said to have been bought the previous Monday or Tuesday from the city's Superdrug store, before subjecting her to a sadistic rape. She was stabbed nine times in the back and shoulders and twice in the neck with a four inch knife, then died cowering at the end of the bed. A peculiarity that police hoped would smoke her attacker out lay in the tatty blue mules he had brought with him and forced her to wear. A pair of her black stilettos placed on the bedside table and the theft of another pair of hers from the cupboard, told a story of an unusual predilection with shoes and feet. The rest of the house was undisturbed. As the murderer made his escape, he took three things with him -Wendy's life, the knife he'd used to snuff it out and the missing black court shoes.
It was believed that the divorced mum of two was killed by a stalker. They must have known when he knocked on Wendy's door that evening, that an 18 stone rugby player wasn't due home. To the side of the house was a narrow driveway where the man had been seen and next to that "The Cliffe Tree" pub. Had he watched her from there? It had been daylight and authorities felt certain that somebody had seen something. Police appealed to the public using a reconstruction on national TV, hoping it might trigger their memories. Due to the fetishist features of the offence, experts warned this man would strike again, if he'd not already. Scrutinising Wendy's life, it was clear she wasn't living a secret life. That made it a very rare occurrence-a stranger murder.
The Cliffe Tree Pub next door to the crimescene.
A vague description suggested they should be looking for a man of 35-45 years, 5ft 8"- 5ft 10" tall with mid brown, receding hair, greyish at the edges. A partial fingerprint had been left on the inside door handle. The killer's blood and plenty of DNA samples at the scene raised hopes, but technology was limited thirty years ago. Time passed without a breakthrough. For Det. Supt. Rob Taylor who captured killer and kidnapper Michael Sams, this was the only unsolved of 40 cases he'd overseen. He vowed that he would not rest until Wendy's killer was behind bars.
People had started to lose hope that he'd ever be found, but then there was a knock on our door. When I opened it, I was a bit startled that a trio of police officers was standing there.
They were going door to door, asking every man to give a DNA sample. What had happened to Wendy could have happened to any one of us and it was good to see this was far from over. Wakefield C.I.D. officers eventually obtained samples from 3,000 men, yet still the years passed as if he'd just vanished into thin air. Wendy had been one of us. She brought her bread from the same shop, trod the same paths and we spoke a language. Going to catering college, I'd pass by her front door and with a heavy heart, imagine her standing there, seeing what was happening, one final time.
A drunken boast about drink driving in a Bradford pub some two years later, happened to be overheard by a police officer. The drunk was 35 year old Christopher Farrow, a painter and decorator from Cookridge, Leeds. Convicted of the drink driving offence, his DNA, fingerprints and blood type were added to the database. Despite monthly checks on the evidence, it was to be a further four years by the time Farrow became the prime suspect. When his fingerprints were matched with the partial print taken from the scene, police arrested Farrow at the house he shared with his pregnant partner and her kids. He initially denied any involvement, but faced with overwhelming evidence, was forced to finally confess.
Farrow's "bad day" meant that Wendy wouldn't get to see another day.
Farrow told police that he had a "bad day" which drove him to search for a victim. He stalked, planned and premeditated to murder a 24 year old woman who he had been hunting for several days. When she wouldn't open the door to him, his anger boiled over. A belief that he was entitled to have sex where and when he wanted, set him down the path, that would lead to Wendy's grisly murder. The prosecutor told how Farrow said to detectives:
"I just saw her get off the bus as I was getting off another bus"
"I had been.... thinking how crap my life was. My sex life...was absolute zero and I had a lot of upset and anger towards my girlfriend."
"I decided to do something that day to kill someone. I just wanted someone to suffer the same way I was feeling".
He also revealed he killed Wendy "as an afterthought". Having walked out of the bedroom to leave, he then realised she would be able to identify him.
His cold statement was: "I'm a rapist who killed, I'm not a murderer who raped."
Mr. Justice Moorland ordered that Farrow must serve a minimum of 18 years in prison, for the rape, sexual assault and murder of Wendy. He received an additional four year term for the attempted burglary of another woman in November. But the judge added he would recommend Farrow remains in custody for "very, very many years."
Wendy's daughter Tracey continues to campaign against Farrow's release from prison and has successfully kept him behind bars so far. Having served the minimum term laid out during sentencing, the case for his release is heard every two years by the parole board. During his 2018 hearing, the parole board recommend Farrow be moved to an open prison in preparation for release, but he was soon returned to a secure facility. Wendy's daughter Tracey Millington-Jones warned he is still a huge danger to society and that he should never be released:
She said:"They don't send people to an open prison if they don't want to release them at some point. The parole board report praised him for how well he had done and how his risk areas had been reduced."
"I think he is a dangerous, dangerous man. People need to be reminded of what he has done. Particularly people in Leeds and Wakefield if he is going to move back there."
"Farrow has never shown any remorse," she said. "He took a pair of my mother's shoes as a murder trophy and has never revealed where he has hidden them. He obviously has a thirst for more as he was out stalking and attempting to get women on their own in their homes within weeks of murdering my lovely mum. In my opinion, this man could have been the next Yorkshire ripper."
New parole board rules in the UK mean it's possible for public parole hearings to be held in some cases where it's in the interest of justice. The normal position is for parole hearings to remain in private. It's critical that witnesses are able to give their best evidence in an environment where open and honest discussion can take place. Each application will be considered, with representation sought from all parties to the case. The chair of the parole board will decide whether applications will be accepted or rejected. Those decisions are posted on the government website.
Ms Millington-Jones has attended every session during which the parole board has been discussing Farrow, the degree of risk he presents and ultimately, decide if he can be released. She submitted an application requesting that the 2023 parole hearing be held in public, due to the serious danger she maintains he presents to the public. Farrow's lawyers objected, claiming that it would prevent him from receiving a fair hearing. Farrow said he would refuse to give evidence in public and it was claimed that he "may experience unnecessary stress", should the case being held in public. Although they declared the concerns of Farrow and his lawyers insufficient to impede the process, the chair of the parole board determined the hearing would take place in private.
Retired Det. Chief Supt. Paul Johnston has expressed his concerns, about the possibility of a parole board decision that could see Farrow back in the community. He said "There has been no explanation, no apology, no remorse." While he's deeply concerned, he appreciates that the parole board have a difficult task. He remarked that:
"Decisions have to be based on risk- risk of the murderer re-offending in some way, shape or form. That risk is often judged by remorse that has been showed, by explanations as to why he did what he did. If I am right, there has been nothing of that nature from him over the last 18 years, I would have to ask what basis can someone say this is a changed man? What's to say this won't happen again?"
Police said from the time he was locked up, that he would have become a prolific serial killer had he not been caught. The former officer who had led the hunt for Barrow warns "I genuinely believe he poses a significant risk to women if he is released."
R.I.P. Wendy. Wakefield remembers you with love.
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Over the years, air travel has become the safest way to travel. You're much more likely to die on the road, driving to the airport. The tragic accidents in the skies have such an impact on us that the fear of flying remains a common tendency.
From time to time, it's discovered that these catastrophic events are the result of more nefarious intentions. Responsibility is attributed to the very same hands passengers routinely entrust with their lives. Actions like these and the devastating loss of life, shocks us to the core.
Belgium.1933~A fire, possibly started by a suicidal passenger attempting to commit suicide, caused the plane to crash killing all 15 aboard. This is thought to be the first act of sabotage on a commercial airliner.
Wilmington, N. Carolina, 1960. ~A despondent passenger detonated a dynamite bomb in his lap blowing the airliner out of the sky and killing 34 people. He was insured for $1million.
Boston, Mass. 1963~ With engines idling on the ground, a girl committed suicide by running into the No. 2 propeller.
San Ramon, Ca. 1964~ aircraft went into a steep dive and crashed while on a flight from Stockton to San Francisco,Ca. The last message which had to be obtained through laboratory analysis was "Skipper's shot. He's been shot. I was trying to help." Francisco Gonzales, a passenger, who had told several people he was going to kill himself shot both the pilot and co-pilot causing the plane to crash, killing all 44 aboard.
. . Tokyo, Japan,1982~The aircraft flew into shallow water after a struggle with a mentally ill pilot. During the approach, the captain, known to have mental problems, put the onboard engines into reverse in an attempt to destroy the aircraft while the co-pilot and flight engineer battled to restrain him. 24 of 174 aboard were killed.
Middletown Pennsylvania,1983 ~
A passenger committed suicide by opening right rear door and jumping out at 3,500 ft.
San Luis, Obispo, Ca.1987~ A fired USair employee, David Burke, after leaving a goodbye message to friends, shot both pilots. The aircraft went into a steep dive and crashed killing all 43 people aboard.
Finally , not technically suicide, but as good as..
Bandundu, Congo, 2010~A passenger brought onboard a crocodile hidden in a sports bag. The crocodile escaped, causing a panic among passengers who all ran to one end of the plane. This caused an imbalance in the aircraft which lost control and crashed.
For any sick puppies out there, like myself, from "last words":
1982. Tokyo. Japan.
Pilot engaged number 2 and 3 engine thrust reversers in flight. The first officer and flight engineer were able to partially regain control of the aircraft. Of the 174 people onboard, 24 perished.
1994. Morocco.
Pilot crashed intentionally by disengaging the autopilot and deliberately causing the plane to crash. 44 people lost their lives.
1997. Silk air.
The Indonesian Boeing 737 carried 104 souls to their r respective makers. During a routine flight from Jakarta to Singapore, the plane plummeted vertically into a murky, fast flowing river in the island of Sumatra. Disintegrating upon impact, weeks spent searching with boats and divers, yielded just a handful of largely unidentifiable body parts. 93 wooden caskets shared a mass grave in a service that was essentially symbolic as most of the remains were lost. Indonesia lists the cause as "undetermined", but the United States NTSB argued the act was one of suicide. A private investigation later identified a flaw in the plane's rudder, however there's just one way a plane of that size can nosedive with such force. The event was a first in the perfect safety record of Silk air. Free falling from 35,000ft, at sometimes supersonic speed, parts of the wreckage were buried 15ft into the river bed. I think this one feels particularly tragic.
1999. Egyptair ~
Reserve pilot in command, Gameel Al-Batouti, while alone in the cockpit, disengaged the autopilot and flipped the plane, sending it rocketing towards the Atlantic taking the 217 onboard beneath the waves off Nantucket Island. Reciting the words "I rely on God" over and over, while approaching the speed of sound. Jets like these aren't exactly built for such velocity and will break up, sending anyone and anything not pinned down rattling around the cabin. You can get some idea from the final cvr. All 217 were killed.
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2005. Tampa ~
Left alone by his flight instructor,15 year old Charles J Bishop made a break for freedom. Aiming it directly into the Bank of America just 3 months after the 9/11 fracas, inevitably judgement has been meted out. His mother suggested the acne treatment he was using, had led to him experiencing depression and suicidal ideation. It's more comprehensible than him representing Al+Qaeda and being labelled as "America's terrorist". Because drone warfare isn't history's finest example of terrorism. The only life lost was his own.
2010. Texas ~
Trailblazing protester Joe Stack posted his manifesto online, set fire to the house he had shared with his wife and steered a single engined light aircraft full of fuel into the Texas IRS offices. His daughter declared on national news, that her father was a "hero" for making the politicians take notice. I can't really question the ideology he advocated for. His destination that day didn't appear to incur much opposition either. Only one person went with him into the void.
2013. Mozambique airlines ~
The pilot intentionally crashed the aircraft into national parkland in Namibia, after the co-pilot was locked out of the cockpit. A total of 33 fatalities occurred.
2014. Malaysia Airlines ~
239 people disappeared, never to be seen again, when this Boeing 777 mysteriously vanished from the sights of aircraft control that day. Following an investigation by the Malaysian, it was asserted that the plane had "naturally" flown off course. Several possible explanations have been proposed, but the leading theory among experts is that the pilot, or the co-pilot committed an act of murder suicide.
2018. Seattle ~
Baggage handler, Richard Russell, helped himself to a Horizon Air Q400 passenger aircraft, performing aerial acrobatics while fending off the attention of responding military fighter jets. Announcing he had "never really thought about landing it" and done with his joyride, the plane crashed into Kenton island in the South Puget sound. Nobody hurt besides him.
2022. China Eastern airlines ~
Another spectacular vertical dive plunged 132 passengers and 9 crew members to their demise. Any pilot will confirm that a plane only does this, when a person manoeuvres it in such a way. It has to roll in order to adopt the position for a nosedive, that begins at a cruising altitude of 30,000ft and impacts with the world below in two minutes. At this speed it behaves much like a thermobaric rocket. A fierce fireball that engulfs it as it makes contact with the earth deep in the Guangxi mountains. Assisted in no small part by their failure to drop any fuel in advance. The rapid decent clearly initiated the fuselage breaking up. With debris on both sides of the mountain, it's likely to have broken in half. Hundreds of thousands of small pieces of said debris have been located, as deep as 20m beneath the surface, due to the intense force with which it fell.
You would have better odds of surviving jumping from this height. Believe it or not, an air stewardesses survived being sucked from the cabin of a plane with a gaping hole caused by an explosion. Depressurisation led to her 33,000ft fall. She spent a short time in a coma and broke both legs, but she lives!!
The rumour is that the co-pilot of the Chinese Boeing 737 was a high flyer, but the airline demoted him. Honour is highly valued in the Chinese culture and he supposedly wanted his revenge on them.
But the West can't survive without a consistent stream of Nike's and iPhones off the back of forced labour. Everyone will have forgotten all about it soon enough.
All hail the CCP and their bounty of suspiciously fresh human organs.
A few compilations in which there's an overview of intentional plane crashes:
In 1988, Libyan terrorists put a bomb on a Pan Am flight going from London to New York city. It exploded over Lockerbie in Scotland, while cruising at 31,000ft, breaking up into thousands of pieces. Aboard were passengers and crew totalling 259, all of whom died. 21 houses were destroyed and a further 11 people killed on the ground.
At the time, I was living close to the border of Turkey. That's really not the most comfortable environment, especially on your own. A quiet apparent Brit somewhere they shouldn't be.
It's one way to get killed.
Oooh! One more thing. Maybe you're familiar with those airport hotels? The ones bang nextdoor to it? Maybe don't bother, eh? I stayed in one when my flight was delayed. It's utterly terrifying!! Every few minutes, a plane comes right for you. They must skim the roof by inches. Even closing the curtains is futile because the room shakes and the noise is deafening. Yeah..no! Wouldn't recommend.
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Have you ever had one of those dreams where you know a terrible disaster is imminent, but you either can't tell anyone or they just won't listen? Well, this has been my life for the past twenty years or so. Yes, it's bizarre and no doubt, it sounds like I'm being overly dramatic. I probably wouldn't have believed me either.
Despite being marketed as a "safer" option than benzodiazepines for the treatment of insomnia, none of these medicines are intended for long term use. Prescribing medical practitioners are advised to limit their patient's use of the drug to a maximum of 14-28 days. All these medicines prevent the patient from obtaining complete sleep cycles, with their rhythm oscillating between slow-wave and REM phases of sleep. Such a deficit impedes regeneration of the immune system and the cognitive abilities of the brain to retain thoughts and memories, among other vital functions. Consequently, sleep obtained by taking such medicines, is little better than none at all.
Irrespective of prescribing guidelines advising doctors, countless patients take these drugs on a daily basis for years on end, having become hopelessly addicted after years of use. It's impossible that they can be getting anything but relief from withdrawal symptoms (which admittedly does feel good) and a psychosomatic effect , given the tolerance they must have acquired. Ironically, withdrawal symptoms can be so severe that benzodiazepines are needed to assist with tapering, reduction and the management of potential seizures. Incidences of over prescribing have continued increasing in frequency alongside a staggering popularity for recreational use.
Although the number of people addicted to Z drugs is significant, it's not the biggest concern users should be aware of. Pharmacies are legally obliged to clarify the many side effects that can befall patients. Warnings in the UK mainly consist of verbal advise from doctors and pharmacists, whilst in the US, black box warnings and many times the size of the packaging itself. They describe all the usual unpleasantness associated with hypnotics, but one specific peculiarity has been intentionally suppressed since its inception. One that everyone, whether they take the drug or not, needs to be keenly aware of.
It's impossible to suggest that I misused this drug in any way. I used it no more than two nights out of seven. Upon those occasions, I took a single 7.5mg pill, as prescribed, without any alcohol or any other possibly contra-indicated substance. To the best of my knowledge, I had experienced a fairly good night's sleep, waking feeling normal with nothing out of the ordinary to report. Then, one morning a friend of my then partner, knocked on my door. Thinking nothing of it, I opened the door and invited him inside. Before I could close the door behind him..BAM! He punched me square in the face. Now, I can take a punch, so my response was a combination of shock and confusion. I'm a very agreeable person. Definitely not the kind of person who has angered a queue avengers waiting for their turn to hit me.
Raised voices, accusations and denials ensued. Apparently, I had called his GF numerous times during the night, making increasingly severe threats. Calls made to someone I had never met, but yet even more baffling - how did I even know her phone number? I simply couldn't believe this was a behaviour I was capable of and still struggle to believe it to this day.
When he played me a recording of the calls, hearing my voice like that I was forced to admit my guilt. There was absolutely no denying it was my voice, but why or how it occurred was and still is, inconceivable.
Before too long I discovered from talking to friends, that these sort of bizarre incidents in conjunction with the memory loss, while under the influence of Zopiclone, were more common than we could have imagined. The common characteristics in all occasions were:
💊The use of a single 7.5mg dose of Zopiclone.
💊Behaviour out of character to the individual.
💊Absolutely no recollection whatsoever of the events.
During the ensuing years, obscure reports of violent and embarrassing stories involving both celebrities and everyday people, began to hit the headlines. Oprah Winfrey was mocked, when she blamed the drug for racist remarks she had made on Twitter. Also alleging to be affected by the medicine, was Chris Pratt who challenged WWE star Dave Bautista to a fight.
An airplane was forced to make an emergency landing, when one passenger who had used the drug to alleviate their fear of flying, physically attacked the cabin crew. Further accounts portrayed hotel rooms being destroyed, patients facing domestic violence charges and all manner of peculiarities.
Until you've personally experienced such an episode, I can understand how hard it would be to accept the deniability that is warranted in what has been dubbed "The Ambien defence". This is unlike other instances of amnesia such as that caused by alcohol, where it's possible that remnants of events can return in drips and drabs with time. It's not like the effects felt from benzodiazepines, barbiturates, anaesthetics, opiates, Ketamine or just getting messed up, or overindulging.
The truly terrifying business effectively steals your body for a period of time, to do absolutely anything with and you can never know. "Body snatching".
Manufacturers Merck were making obscene profits from their product, maintaining that it was a "very rare side effect". In truth, many people were either too embarrassed to report anything, or were simply unaware that anything had befallen them, besides a full night's sleep.
Initial reports that did become public, were considered funny due to how bizarre it sounded. As time progressed, the more problematic nature of sleep eating, having (potentially involuntary or forceful) sex whilst unconscious, sleep cooking and even sleep driving, offered an indication of where this was heading.
Then one day when I searched the internet for the latest news concerning the matter (which usually led with a selection of rehab and detox facilities), everything had changed. Suddenly, the first results the search engine churned out were for lawyers. Finally after nearly 2 decades, the other foot had fallen... a terrible disaster I had foreseen all those years before had come to pass. It was truly like some kind of horror movie. Patients using the drug had awoken to discover the person they loved and that loved and trusted them most in the world -their soul mate - was dead. Butchered by them in utterly heinous ways. Scientists had investigated this "very rare side effect" and discovered that everything that we had been saying was true. Thus it's now become an accepted alibi in defence of crimes, where it could be proven the phenomenon was in effect.
However, the important thing to keep in mind is that whether a court of law accepts this alibi or not, that person still has to live each day for the remainder of their life, imagining that terror and suffering they inflicted upon their trusting partner. To my mind, such a sentence is a fate worse than death.
Whether you take Zopiclone, Zolpidem or another nonbenzodiazepine, consider whether it's really a gamble you're prepared to take. This pill could lead you into a nightmare world from which there could be no waking up.
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