It was just
before Christmas, before supper, when a father and his daughter went out to
pick up a Christmas tree. They got in the car and drove to the point of sale on
the junction of “A” street with “B” way, where every year lots of Christmas
trees are being sold. They bought a
Christmas tree and drove back home.
At the
junction, the father evidently did not notice the red light. He drove, as it appeared later, through the
red light onto the junction, where a large truck approached from the left. The truck driver, who had green light, was
suddenly confronted with a car coming from the right which did not stop and
continued onto the junction.
The truck
driver applied his brakes with all his power, but because he carried a full
load, he could not avoid a collision. He
smashed into the left side of the car and dragged it some 30 m along. The collision left the car in no more than a
scrap heap. The father appeared to be
trapped and the situation looked serious.
The emergency services were the first to be called out and we as police
were the first to arrive on the scene. I noticed the driver was trapped and
seriously injured. However, what I saw afterwards was dreadful. I saw a
Christmas tree had been pushed into the car, and I saw a child’s arm sticking
out of it. I called my colleague Henk on
observing the child’s arm. My colleague pushed his hand inside the wreckage and
called out it was indeed a “real child’s arm”. At that moment you still hope it
might have been a doll that was laying on the back seat, but unfortunately....
In the
meantime the first fire crew had arrived on the scene, and started freeing the
casualties. At such a time it is better for us to step back, even though you
feel the compelling need to assist with the release of the passengers. We did
indicate to the fire crew that we were sure there were two casualties involved,
one of them being a child.
What was
important to us at that time was to gather possible witnesses, and to cordon
off the scene of the accident as masses of people had gathered who insisted on
following the scene from close by. One has to remain professional at all times,
but at times like this you would want to throw them a punch because of their misplaced
remarks. Especially when you know a child
is involved who is trapped in the car and may no longer be alive, receiving
remarks like being authoritative and having nothing better to do than bully the
public. On such occasions, as a police
officer, you need to apply self-control, we are trained for this after all,
aren’t we??
Meanwhile, we
had gathered more witnesses who had seen the car drive through a red light. We
had taken the lorry driver from the scene of the accident and taken him to the
Police Station Zuidplein. He was totally
shaken and it is much better not to leave someone at the accident scene in such
circumstances. He confirmed he had
passed through a green light and only noticed the car approaching from the
right onto the junction at the last minute.
It was
evident there was no hope for the two passengers. Because the child, who
appeared to be a little girl, was so badly trapped and had died, it was decided
to full-lift the car and transport it to the Boezembocht Police Station to free
her from the wreckage on site there. The fire crew followed and were then able
to cut the little girl from the wreckage, undisturbed and without onlookers.
We were able
to identify the driver by his driver’s licence and vehicle registration, and by
cross checking further records, we established a woman and a young girl were
also registered at the same address. We
suspected this was the little girl that was in the car but you cannot be
totally certain at that time.
A visit
had to be paid to the address with utmost urgency, also to avoid the mother attending
the scene of the accident. My colleague Henk and I drove to the address of the
casualties.
This is a
difficult task and hard moments when you are going to turn someone’s life
upside down. Having arrived at the
address, I first glanced through the window and at that time I nearly lost all
courage to ring the doorbell. What I
observed was very endearing on the one hand, but because of our arrival very
dramatic on the other hand. I saw the
table had been laid for two, with also a child’s plate, laid out on a pretty
(Christmas) tablecloth and lit candles on the table. I saw a woman in the room
dancing around to the sound of music.
And then you
have to ring the doorbell. A lot of questions run through your mind which will
be best to ask. The woman answered the door, and we asked if we could come in. She
frowned when she looked at us. We heard jolly Christmas music in the
background. She asked if something had happened and I again asked if we could
come inside. This is better on such
occasions, so as to avoid emotional scenes to the public eye, and to avoid
someone collapsing in the doorway.
The woman
soon realised something serious had occurred and asked if something had
happened t her husband and daughter. I asked if her husband and daughter had left
in a car, and the make and colour of the vehicle, as well as the clothes her
husband was wearing before he left. All details were verified. I informed the woman that they had been
involved in a car crash and had sustained serious injuries, even though I knew
they were most likely to be dead. She obviously did not trust my facial
expression and asked outright: “Are they dead”? I then had to tell her and she burst out in tears and sat down on the
couch, head held in her hands. This
moment felt like an hour and you just do not know where to put yourself. Henk sat down next to the woman and put his
hand on her shoulder Silence is the best way, until she started to ask
questions on what she had to do next. We
asked her if she had close relatives nearby that we could notify, as we did not
want to leave her on her own. After the relatives had arrived, we left. It felt
as if we were led to the slaughter, when we headed back to the station. We felt
like shit to put it mildly. I will never forget the look on Henk’s face.
Having
arrived home that evening, I just sat on the couch for hours with a beer, and
was unable to go to sleep. Everything
was going around in my head........what a dreadful day this had been.
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