Well, here’s a shitty and awful story to ruin everybody’s Valentine’s Day. Oscar Pistorius became an instant Olympic hero and national treasure in South Africa this past summer when he made history by becoming the first double amputee sprinter to ever compete at the Olympics. And now Oscar Pistorius is sitting in a jail, because the police in South Africa think that he shot and killed his girlfriend Reeva Steenkamp at his house in Pretoria early this morning.
The New York Times says that the local media in Pretoria is reporting that this could’ve been a Valentine’s Day surprise gone wrong in the worst way possible. The rumor (which probably came from the brain of Oscar’s lawyer) is that Reeva planned to surprise him and snuck into his house right before 4 this morning. Oscar heard noises in his house and thought a burglar was inside, so he grabbed his gun, went downstairs and shot Reeva thinking she was an intruder. When the paramedics arrived, they found that Reeva had been shot in the chest, head and arms. She was pronounced dead on the scene.
A police spokesperson Brig. Denise Beukes waved that rumor away and knows that something in the milk ain’t clean about that story. Denise Beukes told reporters that the police have been called to Oscar’s house before over complaints of a “domestic nature.” Denise wouldn’t say anything else.
26-year-old Oscar was charged with murder and an application for bail is probably going to be denied during a hearing tomorrow. Pretoria was recently named the home robbery capital of South Africa and most people own guns to protect themselves. Oscar said in a New York Times Magazine profile that he owns several guns and keeps them in a display case. The night before his interview with the New York Times Magazine, Oscar said the security alarm in his house went off and he immediately grabbed his gun and went downstairs. It turned out to be nothing.
Reeva was a 30-year-old model, reality star and law school graduate. She had been dating Oscar for only two months. Just yesterday, she was tweeting about Valentine’s Day.
I watch way too much 48 Hours Mysteries and Dateline NBC to believe the whole burglar story. I don’t know how your ass can shoot a burglar four times without realizing that the burglar is actually your girlfriend. I’m looking at that story with a Keith Morrison squint. And if you were planning on surprising your piece this VD, maybe it’s best to just slide a card under their door instead.
Here’s Oscar outside of the police station this morning.