John Schneeberger
There aren’t many people in Kipling, Saskatchewan — maybe a thousand. Few enough for everyone to know everyone else’s business, or at least think they do. Everyone in Kipling knew Candice’s business — a 23-year-old single mom and a reputed party girl. Everyone also knew John Schneeberger’s business — a well-liked and respected doctor, a family man and an upstanding citizen. What everyone didn’t know is what took place between these two people on Halloween night in 1992.
Candice was working that night at her job at the gas station. No fun at all so she was already in a bad mood. And then her boyfriend stopped by and he said something nasty, she said something nasty, and the quarrel got out of hand. Thoroughly angry and upset, Candice jumped in her car before she neutered him and drove to the medical clinic where her good friend was working.
That’s what women do when they’re upset with their man — they find their girlfriends, have a good cry, decide it’s all the man’s fault and get told that they are much too good for the beast and he isn’t worth it.
Candice, however, was so very upset and agitated that her worried friend suggested she should be seen by the doctor. Candice agreed, so her friend led her to the office/examination room and left her there, still sobbing.
Candice knew and liked Dr. Schneeberger. He had delivered her baby daughter and seemed so nice, so sympathetic. He also wasn’t bad looking and was even kind of exotic by Kipling standards since he originally came from South Africa.
When Dr. Schneeberger entered the room, Candice was still distraught. The nice doctor talked with her for a few minutes, and then he thoughtfully suggested he should give her something to calm her down. She didn’t argue — the doctor knew best after all. So Dr. Schneeberger left the room for a minute and came back with a syringe he’d prepared for her. He closed the door, pushed up her sleeve, swabbed her arm and gave her the injection.
Instantly the drug took effect. It was the powerful anesthetic Versed. Candice went limp almost immediately. The 
doctor carried her to the examining table and laid her down. She found she couldn’t talk, couldn’t move, couldn’t even blink. Her eyes were stuck open. She was paralyzed and thoroughly helpless.
So when the doctor unzipped her jeans, she couldn’t object. When he pulled her jeans down, she couldn’t stop him. And when he shoved himself inside her and raped her, she couldn’t scream.
When he was done, the POS doctor pulled her jeans up and left the room. He knew Versed had an amnesiac effect on most people, which is why he chose it. He had to have known that Versed sometimes causes respiratory arrest and patients should be monitored for breathing difficulties. He didn’t care. Schneeberger just left Candice alone and paralyzed on the table. She eventually lost consciousness.
When Candice awoke, she had total recall of the rape. Dr. Schneeberger was beside her, reaching for her arm to take a pulse. When she demanded to know what drug he’d given her, he didn’t answer, but asked her instead if it gave her wild dreams. She didn’t accuse him then and there, but instead left the hospital and headed home. With great foresight she put her panties in a plastic bag thinking they might have been stained with his sperm.
Candice wasn’t stupid. She knew that Dr. Schneeberger was a big fish in a little pond, and convincing Kipling police that a leading citizen was a rapist would be a hard sell. But there was no way in hell she was going to let that f*cker get away with what he did to her, so off she drove to the nearby city of Regina to report the rape there.
Candice knew that Schneeberger had left his sperm inside of her, so she first went to a hospital in Regina to have herself examined for evidence of the rape. And all that would be needed to put the POS in jail was a sample of his DNA, so she thought.
The doctors in Regina examined Candice and contacted the police at her behest. It didn’t take long for Dr. Schneeberger and fellow citizens of Kipling to learn of her accusation. And it didn’t take long for the town to decide to 
side with their respected doctor and against the young unwed mother.
Candice was being given the cold shoulder by the townsfolk but she didn’t care. Her parents and friends supported her. And she knew that once the doctor’s DNA was compared with the rapist’s DNA, she would be vindicated and he would be off to jail. She wasn’t thrilled at all that the Regina RCMP had handed the investigation over to the Kipling police. She didn’t trust the local police to be impartial, but at least they went as far as to make Schneeberger give a blood sample and send it off to a lab.
It took several months to get the results, and the results shocked her. No match! The doctor was exonerated of the rape. Yes, she had had sex with someone on Halloween night, but not him, the police told her.
This made Candice angry. Not Hulk-like angry, but close enough. She knew what she knew, that Schneeberger had drugged and raped her and damned if she would let him off the hook. An angry Candice was a formidably determined Candice. She suspected the police had colluded with the doctor to mess with the results, so she demanded that another sample be taken and another test be done.
Schneeberger at this time basked in the adulation and support of his wife and children, his patients, indeed almost the whole town. Candice’s parents still supported her, but her friends began to turn away.
The second blood test came back the same as the first — no match. The police closed the file in 1994 despite her vehement objections, and Candice moved to Red Deer, Alberta, away from the gossip and cold shoulders that were rife in Kipling. Candice’s parents were informed that they were no longer welcome as patients of the medical clinic where Schneeberger worked.
But now Candice was furious, and if she was determined before, she was doubly so now. She would make that f*cking 
rapist pay for drugging her, raping her, and getting her driven out of town. So she hired a private investigator, Larry O’Brien, a veteran of the RCMP.
O’Brien was convinced at once that his client was telling the truth. The questions remained: how did Schneeberger fool the police, and how to prove he did it. What was needed was some fresh DNA.
With a bit of subterfuge, O’Brien’s associate got Schneeberger to lick an envelope. Unhappily the saliva sample was contaminated and no good for testing.
Next O’Brien broke into Schneeberger’s car and plucked a hair from the headrest. Again the sample was no good for testing — it lacked the hair root.
Not giving up, O’Brien broke into the doctor’s car again and spotted a used Chapstick. He smeared the Chapstick on an envelope and sent off the sample for analysis in Regina, no doubt keeping fingers crossed.
After only two weeks the results were back. A positive match! Finally! After four years Candice had her proof!
With this undoubted but illegally obtained piece of evidence to act on, the police informed Schneeberger that he was to give a blood sample right in the RCMP lab in Regina, with witnesses, all videotaped. This testing finally took place in November 1996.
The technician at the lab wanted to prick Schneeberger’s finger for the blood, but he refused. He actually claimed that he had a rare disease that would cause his tissue to spasm and die if he were pricked in the finger. What a load of bullsh*t, but the technician didn’t argue. So when the POS rolled up his sleeve and offered his arm, the tech swabbed it and tried to insert the needle. It wouldn’t go in! WTF? So the tech got another needle, and with some difficulty managed to pull out a teeny tiny sample of thick, brownish blood.
Big surprise — the blood sample was too poor to extract the DNA. Blood straight from an arm was too degraded for DNA testing? Bullsh*t. And Candice wasn’t buying it either. She was writing prosecutors, phoning them, angrily demanding they find out how a blood test could be screwed up like that. She was afraid that the case would be allowed to die after all.
In April 1997, Dr. Schneeberger’s family life imploded. His 15-year-old stepdaughter disclosed to his wife Lisa that she found a condom wrapper in her bed, and that it wasn’t the first time either. Kudos to Lisa, she believed her daughter immediately. “It was the day my life changed forever,” Lisa said.
All the dots were connected. Candice had been telling the truth, and her POS husband had repeatedly drugged and raped her daughter too. She kicked him out of the house, searched his home office and found gloves, syringes, vials of medications and condoms. She remembered her daughter waking up one morning crying and groggy, complaining about an injection she’d been given in the night. The doctor at the time explained it was for a cough and she’d bought it.
Wasting no time, Lisa Schneeberger phoned the RCMP to report the rape. The police hauled him in for another blood sample — no nonsense about a rare medical condition this time. They pricked his finger, they swabbed his mouth, they took hair samples. I just hope they took handfuls of hair. And voila! The DNA matched perfectly with Candice’s rapist.
For the next five months Schneeberger begged Lisa to stand by him. He tried tears, he tried expensive presents, and he continued to proclaim his innocence. She didn’t buy it.
In September 1999 Schneeberger went to trial. He was charged with aggravated sexual assault on his stepdaughter and one count of sexual assault on Candice, two charges of administering a noxious substance to commit an indictable offense, and one count of obstruction of justice.
In court, he continued to proclaim his complete innocence. He said he had been framed; that someone, Candice or her accomplice, had stolen some of his ejaculate and used it to accuse him of rape. (Is it so easy to steal ejaculate?) Because DNA evidence is so convincing, Schneeberger said, he knew that he was trapped. “The only way I could distance myself from the complaint. . .was to provide a false blood sample,” he testified.
No sense being a doctor if you can’t use it to your own benefit. What Schneeberger did was steal blood samples from one of his patients. He then surgically inserted a six-inch-long plastic tube filled with the stolen blood into his arm. When it came time to give a sample, he always offered that arm for the needle. The blood was very old by the third blood test. And remember, he’d only gone to those lengths to avoid being framed by that wicked evil Candice.
Judge Ellen Gunn thought his testimony was “inventive, fanciful and imaginative.” But not credible. She found Schneeberger guilt of assaulting Candice, but because his stepdaughter didn’t remember her assaults, she dismissed that charge. WTF? She did find him guilty of injecting the girl with the anesthetic, though. So the sum total Schneeberger got was six years, which meant he could get out on parole after two! An outrage even by Canadian standards!
The Saskatchewan College of Physicians and Surgeons stripped Schneeberger of his medical license after his conviction. No more playing doctor for Schneeberger, at least not in Canada. But he did get the chance to play silly buggers with his wife Lisa.
Oh yeah, not content to sit in jail quietly serving his time, Schneeberger decided to demand visitation rights with his two daughters. That’s right, he wanted to force Lisa to take the 5- and 6-year-old girls to prison to visit their rapist father, the man who raped their sister.
Lisa was aghast at the very idea, and dead set against it, but the Canadian courts didn’t see it her way. Schneeberger won a court order for visitation, and Lisa got slapped with a $2000 fine when she refused to comply. She appealed the decision to a higher court, but lost again in 2001. The judge told her she must take her daughters to the prison or else. He said there was no proof that the girls would be harmed by the situation.
Lisa Schneeberger relented and took her two sobbing hysterical girls to see their POS father. The court-appointed social worker took pity on the girls and let Lisa take them home. Schneeberger finally stopped demanding to see them — about the only unselfish thing he’d done for years.
But Lisa was now mad and very determined to fight back. First she divorced the monster, and then she set about getting him deported. Poor Schneeberger — what bad luck to have two very determined women messing up his life. Boo-effing-hoo.
In 2003, Schneeberger was released on parole after serving a whole four years in prison. He was stripped of his Canadian citizenship on the basis of not mentioning the police investigation against him in his citizenship application and deported to South Africa in 2004. He moved to Durban to live with his mother.
Lisa said of him that he “has no remorse for what he’s done. He was a doctor when he was at the office, and he was husband and father when he came home — and then he was a monster when he wanted to be.”
Here’s hoping the monster that he is will isn’t finding new victims, and will ultimately roast in pieces.
Does John Schneeberger Deserve Hell?
- Yes (96%, 491 Votes)
- No (4%, 19 Votes)
Total Voters: 510
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This beak-nosed coward, rapist doctor was the subject of a film called “I Accuse”. This story was also “Forensic Files”. He was devious in his plan to get out of the rape of Candice. I voted hell because he deserves it.
“what bad luck to have two very determined women messing up his life.”
GOOD! I’m glad they deported his ass.
What a scum-bag!! WTF Canada get your shit together already!
The US has its share of scumbags too, you know.
We’re slowly sneaking our scum bags into Canada, though. They have a better retirement package for criminals. :P
What a sneaky bastard
Yes, it was the strength of one woman — Candice — who managed to persevere through an unimaginable trial of her own. I cannot comprehend those who claimed to have loved Candice and yet did not believe her. She’s the hero here — and when I saw her on the tube, what was her biggest regret? That she had not been able to prevent the POS from raping his step-daughter. She even said she held no ill-will towards Lisa because it was a case of who do you believe? Thankfully, Lisa believed her daughter immediately. I am too suspicious by nature so I would not have been walking away from Candice’s initial accusation. I’ve seen her (Candice) and she does not strike me as a liar. And, let’s face facts. The truth is that something pitiful like 15% of rapes are actually reported. The false reports are blown all over the media in a not-so-subtle attempt to ensure that any one who claims rape is automatically put on the defense — prove it! The same thing happens to children who are abused. The whole of society is warped to blame the victim as we don’t like to admit that someone who appears so normal and nice is really a depraved pervert. We’d rather make the victim go away so that we can cuddle our preconceived notions and stereotypes.
Budgiegirl, DNA evidence is dispositive (99.99% of the time) . If my sister/best female friend accused Person X of rape and Person X’s DNA didn’t match, I’d believe Person X was innocent, regardless of how sure she was. Who ever heard of hiding a blood sample in your arm like that? No one, that’s who.
Just as a matter of point, if the DNA did not match and the victim was, say someone I believed, then I would automatically suspect that something went wrong with the testing of the DNA. I am afraid that I would have to be RIGHT there when they took the blood, and RIGHT there when they tested it — I wouldn’t be allowed to follow the whole chain of evidence but that would be the only way I wouldn’t suspect the results if they showed a variance. :-)
I would find it very suspicious that he refused to let anyone else draw the samples for the first two times. Of course, it *is* Canada, and no one would think to keep the process open and above-board, eh?
So right there, there would be a problem with the sample this “man” submitted.
Yeah, it sucks to be a nit-picker, but on the plus side, I make great TO DO lists. If that is a ‘plus’ LOL!
budgie girl there is an accellent book you sould read in fact it is an american classic “the Crucible” why ….
“Is the accuser always holy now? Were they born this morning as clean as God’s fingers?”
your assumption that the accuser is imediatly asked to prove it is true but not only is it true it is a nessesity of an arguable justification of any legal action. i accused you of murder i’s be laughed at without proof yet you can claim i raped you with no questioning what so ever. is that just
you state that the media exadurates / sensationalizes/ slanders the stories in which women lie about being rape with no recogintion that it happens and happens often
also the outdated justification that only 15% of rape is reported is not only social unacceptable but imposible to statisticly justify since THEY DO NOT RE PORT THEM THE ANSWER IS THAT WE DO NOT KNOW WHAT PERSENT ARE REPORTED
A surgically implanted tube containing counterfeit blood? Fact is stranger than fiction.
Budgiegirl, I don’t believe erring on the side of caution is a bad thing with regard to accusations of rape. Our default assumption is supposed to be “innocent until proven guilty,” is it not? So when you say “prove it!” in a sarcastic context… well yes, actually, I believe proof is necessary before the accused is tried in the court of public opinion, or any other court for that matter.
False accusations are incredibly damaging to those who are truly innocent. Therefore, while rape is a terrible thing, I believe there’s such a thing as being too quick to condemn.
On the other hand, I don’t condone blaming the victim, either. If I had my way, investigators, forensic scientists, law officials and the general public would remain impartial during investigations and criminal trials. Sadly, this is not the case. People tend to take sides and believe they know what really happened without having all the facts.
It’s easy to look back at a solved case like this one and get angry about people siding with the doctor. But in truth, no one should have sided with ANYONE until there was concrete evidence — doctor or victim.
No, it isn’t. That’s the position of law enforcement, the judicial system, the jury and officers of the court. The position of a private citizen is not constrained to that position. I am none of these, you are none of these, and our opinions can be anything we choose to believe.
Personally, I strive not to formulate opinions based on conjecture or personal feelings — not even about my own family members. I consider it a sign of mental weakness to be ruled by one’s emotions, or to take a side based on those emotions. It is my firm belief that no one (myself included) is truly entitled to their opinion if said opinion isn’t based upon facts and logic.
Of course, I’m not perfect, and I don’t always end up following my own ideals. However, I don’t embrace my natural human tendency toward bias. I reject it and fight against it. While private citizens are certainly allowed to formulate their own opinions and try alleged criminals in the court of public opinion, that doesn’t mean it’s the right thing to do, or that it has any merit.
If people behaved the way I wished they’d behave, the victim in this case actually would have received a fairer shake. As Max the Cat states, the pendulum of baseless assumption can swing either way.
I’m and INTJ, the J is judgmental. The fact I think a Myers-Brigg test is worth discussing is a sign I think there are ways to judge a person based upon standardized tests. I think those tests have weaknesses, but I understand their benefit.
I am not a psychologist, but it doesn’t mean I cannot analyze someone for my own personal benefit. I am not an attorney, but it does not mean I can’t know and learn the law. I am not the judge and jury, but the concept of leaving it merely to the courts to decide my mind is ignorant. I was given a mind to analyze patterns from genetics, nurture and whatever else may or may not be considerable. That’s not ruling by emotion. Emotion is the hot blooded executioner in all of this, the thing kept in check when a reasonable evaluation of reality meets the facts as given.
The benefit of the mob’s public trial? Right or wrong it reinforces what we deem right and wrong. If he gets off on a technicality there’s a grumbling murmur that makes his life difficult. If he’s freed there’s a grudging but positive apology that helps them out. The participation of the mob is a Jeffersonian ideal that just makes sense in this arena. it channels passion into words not bullets and torches.
More accurately, the ‘innocent until proven guilty’ assumption generally only applies to those who are involved in deciding the legal verdict, i.e. the judge and jurors. For cops and prosecutors, it’s more like ‘don’t arrest/indict until you have probable cause’. Private citizens can say whatever they want as long as they don’t spread harmful rumours that they know to be false, or spread those rumours with the intent of harming the person’s reputation, and don’t attempt to influence the legal verdict unless under oath in court (although the latter is impossible to enforce with 100% success, given that most jury pools in high-profile cases end up being somewhat tainted by media coverage; the court usually tries to prevent this via gag orders).
Morally, no one should make serious accusations without sufficient reason for doing so. However, when it comes to circumstantial evidence that any reasonable person would perceive as proof of guilt, even if it isn’t enough for a guilty verdict, or if said verdict has yet to be rendered, one should feel free to say whatever they want. Legal rulings are not absolute truth, after all. Just look at OJ Simpson — in the eyes of the law, he’s innocent of murdering his wife and her lover, yet everyone knows he’s guilty. In fact, the language used in the law (‘that any reasonable person would conclude’, ‘beyond a reasonable doubt’) is meant to prevent situations where an obviously guilty person gets off on a technicality related to circumstantial evidence and the like, even though it often doesn’t work in practice.
Long story short, from both a legal and a moral perspective, the standard of proof needed for a private citizen to get away with an accusation of guilt is much, much, MUCH lower than it is in a court of law, as it should be. It’s the only way we can balance freedom of expression with the accused’s legal rights.
In a perfect world, what you propose might work Vainglorious. In a perfect world, people might be able to reserve judgment on both parties until the fact are in. But you and I know things just don’t work that way. We all have opinions, hopefully based on the evidence at hand, but more often than not, based on our own prejudices. In this case, The victim had a reputation for promiscuity and enjoying the party life, while Scneeberger was a popular doctor with a good reputation. Other times, the victim has the upper hand, and still other times, it’s a wash.
It’s always been this way, since man began his search for justice. It’s the reason we have the system of justice we have now, because no one has come up with a better way to give every accused person the fairest trial possible, removed from as many of our petty prejudices as possible. It’s far from perfect, but it’s the best we have.
- I always say it’s the best imperfect system.
This story brings back bad memories of the time when I lived in an obscure town with a population of 197. Everybody knew everything about everyone else, about their married life and about their kids and employment situation and especially about their failings like any addiction or anger or adulterous problems. Like living in hell. God bless Candice, you’re a stronger woman than I am.
I’m sure I will cause some eyebrows to raise with this comment, but when has that ever stopped me? – I found this story uplifting, especially on PYSIH. Through extreme adversity, Candace fought for what she knew to be true not just for herself, but for anyone else he might have or might soon have violated. And when the monsters wife realized the truth, she fought too. They won, at least as much as anyone can win in such a situation. I’m smiling, and I’m not sorry for it.
Thank you for this beautifully written piece, Cleo! (you too, Max and Admin!)
Not finding new victims? Trust me, a man who goes to such lengths to commit such appalling acts will never have remorse, and will always find new victims.
I share the sentiments of both Becky and Danielle after having read this incredibly written submission.
Like many of you I suspect, words can not express the unmitigated rage and soul-crushing, mind-numbing depression I feel when I read about some women featured on this site who not only know that their husbands, boyfriends, live-in penises etc….are abusing their daughters, but they offer their daughters up for it because they lack any amount of parental instinct and the most fundamental and basic of human emotions….which is to protect your children from harm. They allow it happen right under their noses, and place an appendage…albeit a very nice appendage when attached to a kind, decent male above the well-being and safety of their own flesh and blood.
Lisa didn’t do this. And like what all good mothers should do, she believed her daughter, and gave Johnny boy the FUCK YOU that was demanded, and did the right thing. – Thank you Lisa, for restoring my belief in motherly love.
Candice has to be commended as well, even if only for her iron-willed determination to make this piece of shit pay for what he did, and for not backing down. But she went further than most women do…most rapes aren’t even reported, and after having read this, and the unmitigated subterfuge Candice had to endure I can see why women are so terrified of coming forward after being violated in such a heinous manner.
Reading this makes me damn proud of my gender, and hope that it serves as a wake up call for some in Canada, and provide some much needed empowerment for rape victims everywhere.
Sadly though, as Danielle noted, predators like John very seldom just stop looking for new victims, and I have that sinking feeling that we will unfortunately be reading about him again.
I concur completely. Well said, Maelstrom.
There, tirade over. For now.
Well, thank you very kindly, Homer.
Or, was that Horner ? Or is it Boner ? Shit…wait, it was Hornier, wasn’t it ?
Fuck me…I can’t keep track anymore. :)
Oh, please, please, please don’t lead me in that direction… I just might go and write something -
HORNY BONER!!!!!!!
- that I’ll regret later.
AAAAHH!!! Fuck!!! Too late!!!!
*deep sigh*
Jesus H Christ…..you’re lucky I was facing away from my computer when I read that. The coffee that spewed due to my school girl giggles went on the floor instead.
You sir escaped the unpleasant obligation of buying me a new keyboard.
-Still laughing.
*phew*
Oh, and glad to be of service. ;-)
Pffft. I went there mentally a day ago and even laid tea for the rest of you for when you got there. It took you too long to show up at my immaturity party, HornyBoner. :P
Well, you know what they say… better late than never. ;-D
I’m always late for everything.
And my mind is almost always perpetually in the gutter. Sometimes I even disgust myself. I know sometimes to tread carefully, or else I run the risk of offending every single person on this board with my sick, twisted mind. :)
Maelstrom… you have no idea. I used to MC a certain kind of show. You cannot offend me. ;)
Horner, that’s what microwaves are for. Hehe!
Becky,
Your ability to be non-offended makes my heart smile.
-I recently became a casualty of Facebook, and by that I mean…I joined up, and was verbally assaulted a few weeks back by this chick who I went to high school with. She is a “born again”, and got all ragey when I used the word “shit”, like the fucking world was going to collapse.
Anyways….I sometimes censor myself due to this and other instances, though it is never my intent to offend. I’m just me, and I do feel incredibly comfortable here with like-minded people who won’t go ape shit on my if I *gasp* swear.
And now you’ve peaked my interest….what was this “certain kind of show” anyways ?
You guys are fucking hysterical!
I come on here, get angry, but somehow left feeling horny? Strange
Hehehehehehehe time to get outta da gutta now
Annmarie,
My deepest most profound apologies. I have that effect on people…I just seem to make everyone incredibly horny. It’s a god damn curse !!!
Now I’m going to go sit in the corner and pout about how I’m just too sexy to be loved.
Woe is me.
:)
It was a show that involved random, unexpected and unrehearsed nudity, silly string, Clamato, tampons and a stated mission to offend as many people as possible while making them giggle at themselves all night. If I give you more details, I’ll be too easy to find online. I like my anonymity. ;)
What kind of madman would put a tube of fake blood into his own arm?! Have there been any other cases where someone has tried something like that?
This is sad. I hope there weren’t any other victims.
This is just plain bizarre! WTF????????
Ugh what a dirty POS. I saw this story on tv a little while back. Thank god candice didnt give up and he was finally caught. He got out of jail waaaay too soon in my opinion. I wonder how long till he finds his next victim?
this was also basis for an Episode of Law and Order:Special Victims Unit
I knew it sounded really, really, familiar.
Candice is inspiring to me. Sometimes dealing with the court system can be daunting, and you want to scream and give up. And with so many against her… I hope she’s become a victim’s advocate or a mentor to help others who are in a bad position.
And on another note, if I ever feel like killing someone, I’m heading north. I’d love to do that and get out in time to see my daughter graduate high school. People criticize the number of prisioners in the US, and I’ll be the first to say that sometimes the punishment is more than the crime deserves, but at the same time it’s obvious we’re not the only country that should re-look prison terms for certain crimes. What this man did, especially considering his position, deserved so much more than four years.
Yep I remember seeing this case on one of those HBO Documentaries about the case files of coroner Dr. Michael Baden. Great series if you ever get to catch them on tv. Shows the actual video of him giving the fake blood through the implanted tube in his arm in a police forensics station. Unreal he almost got away with it. Shows great determination on the girls part
The last few days I’ve been reminding myself to ask the writer at this site to PLEASE include the location the crime took place in the posts (like what town and state, or what town and province, or if in another country, what city and country). After all, aren’t the five elements to include in a journalistic piece “Who, What, When, Why, WHERE”??? It has always bothered me that I have to guess where these POS’s come from. But the last 3 or 4 posts you have included the location, so I thank you for that, and hope you’ll continue to do so! Thanks admin/writing team.
Kudos to Candace for having the courage and perseverance to keep up the fight. Most people would have given up. And how sweet of her “friends” to abandon her.
Why this guy isn’t in jail for the rest of his life is beyond me.
One word:
Canadia.
this story was on dateline or one of those shows before! insanely creepy! i wonder if they ever made a lifetime movie about it….
Actually…
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0366598/
Yeah…
Shoot, it wasn’t a Lifetime movie… oh well, I saw it first on Lifetime, does that still count?
I remember this story on Forensic Files. But… I am confused as to why her friend would take her to a medical doctor when she was upset over an argument? Just sounds weird to me.
I guess because she was a trifle more than upset. It sounded like she was absolutely distraught. And the doctor was handy. Probably if they’d been anywhere else the suggestion wouldn’t have arisen.
“Next O’Brien broke into Schneeberger’s car and plucked a hair from the headrest.”
If he’d been found out at the time, that stupid-ass PI could have ruined the entire case by doing that.
As for the fake blood, its little different from athletes and cyclists who manage to conceal tubes of someone’s else’s urine inside their urethra – except that the phlebotomy tech would have to be a major moron not to notice the lack of real skin and the odd shape of the arm and the fact that the blood they’re drawing is entirely inert, and without any pressure at all.
But what I don’t get is that he was first to have the blood done by a fingerprick. But when he told that BS about his spasming fingers, the tech instead went for blood from the vein instead of just pricking another site.
At the time when the PI broke into Schneeberger’s car, there was no case. The file had been closed. It took stolen evidence to convince the cops to reopen the case.
I can’t understand the tech either. She could’ve pricked him anywhere. I guess she was following his lead, but she had to know something was very weird if the first needle wouldn’t penetrate! Why didn’t she go for his other arm then? Gullible.
I think this predator was given deference because he was a doctor. The tech probably didn’t feel qualified to overrule the doctor’s bullshit medical reason and acquiesced to the request of the doctor not to prick his finger.
Any rapist who knows how to hide things in his body to fool an investigation is a dangerous DANGEROUS person. Who knows what else he’s capable of? Intelligent criminals scare me.
Actually, Becky, as much as the intelligent ones scare me, the unintelligent ones are much more terrifying in my eyes. Where you can find cool calculation in a remotely intelligent criminal, the stupid ones are far less predictable. Granted, they’ll get found out faster, and are usually the ones unlikely to become serial killers because of the aforementioned stupidity, but their just being capable of unpredictability is horrifying…
Did that make sense? Or was I rambling?
Oh, it made complete rambling sense. lol!
Just what the continent of Africa needs- another rapist.
Why didn’t this a-hole contract a deadly disease with all the blood tampering by now?
Damn Canadians and their cleanliness.
I’ve seen the case on TV before – thanks for filling us in on what happened to the disgusting slimeball. It certainly wasn’t enough
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What a fuggen clutchplate. It’s shit like this that give South African men a bad name- it’s not for nothing we have the highest (reported) incidence of rape internationally and unfortunately you don’t have to look much further than the people in power here to understand why the majority of males here deem women to be of little value and an expendable, rapable commodity. I know I’m going to get into shit for pointing it out, but it’s true. Male on female violence in this country is more prevalent than anywhere else in the world- there has to be some sort of common denominator, like dumb- shit unevolved males who get away with the mentality and clutchplate bitch women who allow it. “Sixteen Days of Activism”- what a crock. Start sterilising the fuckers, start having thjem executed again= problem solved.
Although, having to live in Durban is a pretty shitty punishment. I wonder how many times he’s pulled that shit on his mother? NOTHING would surprise me. If you thought his Canadian sentence was bad, a rapist will sit an average of six months here. If the victim is lucky.
The thought of that makes me sick. I’m very sorry to here all of that. Men on woman crimes are bad here in the USA but nothing as horrible as that… it’s not AS prevalent as it seems to be for Africa… I really hope the judicial system only improves over there. They will all have their faults but what you’re saying is just RIDICULOUS.
CANADA sucks! You know he is doing the same thing now elsewhere and simply employing a new technique and/or drug. He should have had to register as a sex offender there.
He was deported from Canada to South Africa.. I don’t believe they have much of a legal system there at all.. let alone a sex offender registry.. plus, sadly, that is just not how the legal system is set up.. : (
Much too kind to Lisa Dillman. She enjoyed the perks of being a doctor’s wife in a small town, and helped her husband to keep his DNA out of the police’s hands during Candice’s investigation. If she had helped Candice in the first place, her daughter could have been spared.
Would you want to believe your husband was a rapist? Especially after one DNA test proved that he wasn’t? Unless she was there when he put that tube in his arm, I don’t see how she could have known what he was doing. When she found out something was up she did the right thing.
I agree with you, most wouldn’t believe their husband was capable of such things–especially not doing them to a child (biological, step, or none of the above). AND especially after passing THREE DNA TESTS!
It’s complete bullshit that he was only sentenced 6 years in prison and then on top of that only served 4. It took them much longer than that to even solve the one case alone! That sick bastard had to have been doing that to many other woman. He did it to his own step daughter! And was able to get away with that, too! The sad thing is, he was able to squirrel his way out of so much because he’s such an intelligent “man.” Think about it, even though he was deported back to South Africa, he’s most likely still practicing medicine there and has probably done the same, if not much worse, to many more woman and children!! And I don’t believe they have much of a legal system there… He’s one sick piece of shit.
The investigators and policemen are what really failed to make sure he was punished and put in jail long enough. They’re the ones that fucked the case up.