Patrick Clayton Versus Workers Compensation Board
Genius
drive injured workers over the edge and an interview done recently with Mr.
Clayton at the remand center.
Patrick Clayton Versus Workers Compensation Board - Part 1
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x78z7LeA94I&feature=related
Patrick Clayton Versus Workers Compensation Board - Part 2
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PPGPfaxCDPE&feature=related
Patrick Clayton Versus Workers Compensation Board - Part 3
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrvkeMCRaPg&feature=related
Patrick Clayton Versus Workers Compensation Board - Part 4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mc6-DehJgxw&feature=related
Patrick Clayton Versus Workers Compensation Board - Part 5
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5htZBuRLWk0&feature=related
Patrick Clayton Interview
It was six thirty on a Thursday night when I walked into the prisoners
visiting area at the
Remand Centre in downtown Edmonton and took my first look at Patrick Clayton
who
was dressed in the telltale blue prison issue coveralls and was sitting on
the other side of
the glass partition.
The man who I had spoken to on the phone on two previous occasions sported a
brush cut
haircut and was much older looking then I expected. The bags under his eyes
hinted at
the likelihood of many sleepless nights since he lost his freedom two weeks
prior as a
result of the much publicized hostage taking incident at the Workers
Compensation
Board (WCB) building at 9912 107 Street.
I instinctively picked up the visitor telephone and greeted him with "Hello
Patrick, how
are you?" to which he responded "Well, I've had better days".
I nodded my appreciation of what I felt he meant by that statement and then
over the
course of the next 45 minutes I set out to dig deeper into trying to
understand who really
was Patrick Clayton the man, the son, the father and the brother. More
importantly, I was
interested in learning the circumstances that caused him to bring a loaded
6.5 Weatherby
hunting rifle into the WCB at 8:30 A.M. and take nine people hostage on that
fateful
Wednesday morning.
"Why did you do it Patrick?" I bluntly asked to which he blurted out his
response almost
instantaneously "I just got sick and tired of being treated like a piece of
crap by WCB".
When asked to elaborate on this he went on to tell me about a six year
period of what he
described as a "roller coaster ride" relationship with WCB of claim approval
followed by
claim denial and then benefit reinstatement followed by more claim denial,
and on and on
it went. "I never knew where I was going to stand with them from one day to
the next, all
that uncertainty was nerve racking and constantly wearing me down."
He told of the time a little over two years ago when WCB once again cut off
his $496.03
a month benefits which he claimed seriously hampered his ability to continue
with his
biweekly visitation rights with his only son Brandon who was four years old
at the time.
"Brandon is my whole life and if I can't afford to be with him even if only
for a short
time and take him places and try to be a good father to him then my life ain't
worth spit"
he said and quickly turned away so I wouldn't see the tears that were
starting to well up
in his eyes.
After he had composed himself he went on to further tell me about how he
then climbed
to the top of the High Level Bridge and contemplated ending his life. "I sat
there for
about an hour but just couldn't build up the nerve to do it" he remarked,
almost seeming
to be apologizing to me for not having the guts to kill himself.
Eventually he was noticed by a passerby, whereupon the police and ambulance
were
called and after a three hour standoff he was coaxed down from the bridge
and whisked
off to the Royal Alexander for a psychological evaluation. After convincing
the doctor
that he had no intentions of hurting himself he was allowed to go home.
"I told the police and the doctor about my problems with WCB but it seemed
like nobody
cared, nobody gave a dam" he continued. Then, almost as an afterthought, he
added "I
received the bill for the ambulance which I still haven't been able to pay",
Since that time he managed to keep it together for awhile with the help of
friends and
family, sleeping a few nights on somebody's couch here and there in
wintertime, in the
back of a car in summertime, borrowing money and collecting recyclables to
make ends
meet. This went on until the roller coaster ride with WCB reinstated his
benefits once
again.
Then in early October of 2009, he found himself again in all too familiar
and similar
circumstances. His benefits had once again been cut off by WCB who told him
that his
file was pending "further review" and he was told by Social Services that he
didn't
qualify for assistance because he still had an active file with WCB that
hadn't been
officially closed.
To all outward appearances it seemed that he had again fallen through the
cracks of
various governmental support systems and he saw his life once again
spiraling out of
control.
Out of survival instinct, he says he tried to do very physically demanding
work as a
concrete finisher with his brother's employer but the leg injury that had
caused him to
apply for WCB benefits in the first place made this next to impossible. He
remembers
limping home from work after long and grueling days and having to bathe his
leg for long
periods to bring down the swelling and lessen the pain and discomfort he was
experiencing.
"I was miserable, I was in constant pain and I was again having problems
being able to
visit with Brandon on a regular basis. I felt that I was at the end of my
rope. I didn't know
what else to do or who I could turn to for help", he revealed.
So it was against this backdrop and with a mindset which he feels was born
out of
depression, frustration and desperation that 37 year old Patrick Charles
Clayton gathered
up the 6.5 Weatherby hunting rifle that previously belonged to his recently
deceased
grandfather and headed for the WCB building in downtown Edmonton on October
21,
2009.
"I don't even remember how I got there, I just remember feeling numb and
that my life
was over and this was going to be my last day alive. I thought that I had
already lost
everything including Brandon, and that I didn't have anything else to lose
except my life.
He stopped to reflect for a moment and then continued "I fully expected that
before the
end of the day I was going to lose that as well."
According to news reports, once inside the building he fired a single shot
into a cinder
block wall. No one was hurt by this round and there is no evidence that he
intended to hit
anyone. He then reportedly ordered people into the elevator and took them to
the eighth
floor. Once there, he locked himself and nine hostages inside a conference
room.
"I never had any intentions of hurting any of those people, I just wanted
for someone to
listen to my story and for someone to help me", he stated.
He further went on to describe how he had one of the male hostages compile a
list of
names and cell phone numbers so that their families could be told that they
were doing
well and not in any danger. According to news reports he then called 911 and
provided
the police with this information. He also reportedly immediately released a
male hostage
when it was discovered that the man had a preexisting medical condition.
"I reassured everyone that I had no intentions to hurt anyone, and we sat
around the table
and I told them my story as best as I could. Some of the women were crying
which made
me feel really bad but I told them that I was soon going to let them go", he
explained.
Over the course of the next nine hours the hostages were allowed to leave
one by one
under different circumstances, some in exchange for food and cigarettes from
the police,
others when they said they had to go to the bathroom.
"Two of the ladies said they had to go to the washroom and I said yes, go
ahead. I knew
that they weren't coming back because the tactical squad would surely take
them away,
but I didn't care, I just wanted to show everyone that I wasn't a danger to
anyone".
When asked about the truth of news reports about him giving his personal
belongings to
one of the hostages so that in the event of his death at the hands of police
they could be
given to his son, he nodded in the affirmative.
"I fully expected as some point that the police would bust in and start
shooting and I
would be carried out in a body bag. I wanted Brandon to have something to
remember his
father by", he claimed.
At 6:18 P.M., however, the ordeal ended peacefully when he surrendered to
police after
being in constant contact with a police negotiator for most of the day. He
was taken into
custody and was eventually charged with nine counts of unlawful confinement,
six counts
of pointing a firearm, possession of an offensive weapon dangerous to the
public, careless
use or storage of a firearm and use of a firearm during the commission of an
offence.
When I asked him if he had anything to say to anybody about what happened he
asked
me to tell other WCB claimants who found themselves in similar circumstances
as him
that "I rocked the boat for them" and he hoped that in some small way he was
able to
bring attention to their plight and make things better for them.
I then asked him if he had anything to say to the hostages and his reply was
"I feel sorry
for what they went through and I hope that in time they will forgive me and
try to
understand what drove me to do something so drastic".
I finally asked him if he was able to see Brandon since his arrest and that
is when he
couldn't control himself any longer and the floodgates of his held back,
pent up tears
opened wide and he began to cry a river of tears uncontrollably with his
hands covering
his face.
Feeling uncomfortable, awkward and somehow responsible for asking what was
maybe a
dumb question, I started to speak into the telephone that I was sorry only
to realize that
the line was dead, the time limit had expired, the visit was over and I then
watched as
Patrick Clayton walked away, swallowed up by the prison system that now was
in
complete control of his life that he had tried so hard to avoid.
Written by William Day - CLASS Canada