Judging by the police sheets, that daily chronicle of urban jungle
transgressions compiled for the media by most police forces, knives
seem to be back in vogue -- much easier to conceal than guns, up close
and personal, noiseless of course, and definitely bad-assed scary in
tight quarters.
There are all sorts of knives -- stilettos, switchblades, speed locks, flicks, front loaders, butterflies, and Bucks.
But, despite their effectiveness, knives don't tend to make the news
like the loud bang of guns do -- which is one reason why Tory MP Gord
Brown likely got short shrift with a private member's bill seeking to
have mandatory minimum sentences handed down to killers who wield
knives.
"Knife 'nicked' man's heart," reads one
recent headline harvested from this newspaper's archives. And then the
library's computer punched out 67 other knifing stories from its memory
bank, with none of them old enough to be considered outside the trend.
Henry Danninger once had a "bad-assed
knife." It was his description of the weapon that he drove through the
heart of Andrew Moffitt, a high-achieving engineering student at the
University of Ottawa who, as a reward for stepping into a barroom
fracas that was not of his making, was posthumously awarded the
Governor General's Award for Bravery.
If there were ever a poster boy for Leeds-Grenville MP Gord Brown's
private member's bill for tougher knife laws, Henry Danninger was that
boy. Not only was Danninger from Brockville, the St. Lawrence Seaway
town that's the focal point of Brown's federal riding, so was the young
man he killed -- even though their lives had never crossed paths until
that night in an Ottawa tavern when Danninger went to settle a drug
score and shanked an innocent bystander.
Sometime today, following the signing of
some paperwork, the gates will open at the Bath Institution, the
medium-security prison on the outskirts of Kingston, and Henry
Danninger will walk out into the forecasted sunshine.
If whoever picks him up happens to take
the scenic route back to Brockville, along the Thousand Islands Pkwy.
and then along Hwy. 2, they will eventually drive past the St. Francis
Xavier Roman Catholic Cemetery.
That's where Andy Moffitt is today.
He went to that cemetery at the age of 23, and will remain there forever, never getting a day older.
Not so Henry Danninger. He got older while serving his five years in
prison after finally copping a guilty plea to manslaughter in the
stabbing death of Moffitt in late 1998.
He's now 33.
However, as Danninger told the NPB hearing I attended in Kingston last
year, the one in which his bid for early parole was denied, prison made
him healthy.
"Surprisingly, I have a better life here,"
he told the NPB tribunal, comparing his days in prison to his time
under house arrest at his parents' home in Brockville awaiting trial.
"I've lost 80 pounds, and I don't smoke," he said.
The NPB has no choice but to cut Danninger loose today. As of this
morning, he will have served two-thirds of his sentence and has
therefore reached his statutory release date.
According to the statutory-release
documents obtained by the Sun, the former drug-dealing Danninger must
abstain from drugs, must stay out of bars and taverns, and must not
associate with known criminals.
That's the only real tether on Danninger
until his "warrant" totally expires on April 25, 2008, and his debt to
society is supposedly paid in full for the loss of Andy Moffitt.
He must also avoid any direct or indirect
contact with his victim's family, a tough row to hoe considering he
will be moving back to the same town where the Moffitts live.
"My worst nightmare is bumping into Henry Danninger in a mall," says Paulette Moffitt, Andy's mother.
"And it is bound to a happen. Brockville is small."
Back when Danninger was under house arrest, and Brockville police could
somehow not nab the sicko who was dumping urine and feces on his car,
Darryl Amoroso decided to become his own private eye.
He installed a small surveillance camera
in his yard -- at his own expense -- and then sat back to see who he
would capture in the act.
It was, of course, no one other than Henry
Danninger whose house arrest awaiting trial had by then grown to three
years, so slow is the justice system.
Darryl Amoroso's backyard camera caught Danninger on tape, not once or twice, but on 24 separate occasions.
The assaults were virtually nightly. Urine over the car, feces in the driveway, sardines on the doorstep.
After Amoroso turned his tapes over to the Brockville police,
Danninger's bail was yanked for breach of conditions, and he was once
again behind bars.
All that ends today when Henry Danninger
-- the poster boy for tougher knife laws -- walks out of the Bath
Institution, with all the days necessary for statutory release having
been served, including the two-for-one credit he got for his months in
in-house custody, as well as the time he spent tossing urine and feces
on his neighbour's car.
While he is still almost three years shy
of being totally untethered from his parole conditions, Danninger will
nonetheless be on the sunny side of the sod if the scenic route home is
taken past St. Francis Xavier Cemetery.
The same cannot be said for Andy Moffitt.
