The Myth Of Poisen/Needles In Kid's Halloween Candy

In this story,
http://www.indystar.com/articles/5/089167-7905-009.html
a South Bend, IN father reported finding part of a razor blade in his 3-year old son’s Halloween candy. That’s the Nov. 3, 2003 Indianapolis Star, referring to this year’s holiday. If I see a debunking followup, I’ll let you know.

Odd…I heard no mention of it today anywhere. Any Mass Dopers hear this?

Not in MA, but I watch Boston stations… Yeah, it was mentioned tonight on the WB. I didn’t tune into the story, but it was mentioned that the story will be on/was on tonight.

Sorry to remember this sad story but it happened in Pasadena, Texas Halloween night 1974. Tim O’Brian was poisoned to death with a pixie stick he got in his bag of candy. I lived in Pasadena at the time and my little brother went to school with him. I’ll never forget it. We left Houston/Pasadena at the end of the school year and came back to the country. It was a very sad time. My naive childhood vanished that week. I was twelve. The “Candyman” was found and ultimately executed IIRC.

BTW Czarcasm … cite? Here ya go.

Sorry folks if y’all already mentioned this. I just skimmed over the thread to post for obvious reasons.

I don’t usually do that, but this one hit home a little bit. I forgot to mention that dad threw away all of our booty from T^T’n and we never went again. :frowning:

t-keela, yup, that was mentioned in the first Snopes link. What the cite you provided didn’t make clear was that the child’s own father poisoned him for the hefty insurance payoff.

Yeah, I remembered that part myself but didn’t mention it because I wasn’t sure if it was his biological or his stepfather.
Living in the same neighborhood where and when this occurred makes it an actual event…different than reading about it. Not sure how to explain.

BTW, $20,000 bucks just isn’t very hefty in my opinion, not even then.

I wasn’t real pleased with my cite either. It was just a quick confirmation on my part. First credible source that I found. I remember the story on the streets just days afterwards. Everyone was absolutely shocked and horrified. Then it came out about the father and people were ??? I don’t even know how to describe it.

Incomprehensible perhaps, confused for sure. Ya need to realize that Pasadena was a quiet, peaceful, law abiding suburb of Houston at the time. Folks knew each other, your neighbors were your friends. Things like murder and violence etc. happened elsewhere, not here. The biggest dispute was over allowing liquor to be sold and Gilley’s Club.

anyway, Sorry 'bout the hijack…

Fear of perceived or imagined dangers can have far reaching effects, although it’s only fair to concede that there are actual dangers in trick-or-treating, related mainly to kids being out in the dark, and all that goes with that.

How far this fear has gone really hit home this last All Hallows Eve when I was trying to get home through the worst traffic I’ve seen in years. I mistakenly turned into the road that runs between Santa Monica Airport on one side, and various warehouses, etc., on the other. It turned out, however, that there was some type of Halloween event taking place there. There were big signs that read “HALLOWEEN PARKING”. There were folks in orange vests waving long flashlights to direct the mounting traffic. From the looks of it, it was a big party for youngsters, put on as an alternative to “dangerous” trick-or-treating. Now, I’m not against big Halloween parties per se, but WTF? Halloween used to be a neighborhood event, not something like a major sporting event.

It makes me sad.

In Penn and Teller’s How to Play With Your Food, they outline a way for kids to mess with their parents on the strength of this UL.

Start with two kids. Kid A is the older, presumably responsible one, so s/he is trusted to escort younger sibling B around the neighborhood. They mix up a solution of corn syrup and red food coloring to make fake blood.

After t-or-t’ing, Kid B stays out of sight, takes a small sip of the corn syrup and holds it in hir mouth to let it mix with saliva and become gooey. Kid A goes to greet the parents.

Parents: How was trick-or-treating?

Kid A: Oh, it was great! We even went to [neighbor the parents don’t like]'s house! S/he gave us apples!

Parents: Apples? Oh dear…you better let us check those!

Kid A: No, [sibling] already had one; s/he was really hungry, and you always say if we have something healthy first…

Kid B: AIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE! :staggers into view, mouth running with “blood”:

Parents: :faint:

…then dad yanks off his belt and beats your ass until it’s as red as your mouth.