By Maria Rocha-Buschel
A burglar stole a home security system from an apartment on East 14th Street and Avenue A last Friday, but not before the system snapped a surveillance photo of him committing the crime, police said.
Cops are still searching for the suspect, who got into the apartment by picking the lock last Friday around 1:37 p.m.
In addition to the Canary security system, police said that the suspect got away with a white iPad 4, and other electronics, valued at $964. The 29-year-old resident of the apartment was not home at the time of the burglary.
The suspect is an unidentified Hispanic man who was wearing a blue baseball cap, a striped polo shirt, grey cargo shorts and black sneakers.
Anyone with information in regards to this incident is asked to call the NYPD’s Crime Stoppers Hotline at 1-800-577-TIPS (8477) or for Spanish, 1-888-57-PISTA (74782). The public can also submit their tips by logging onto the Crime Stoppers website or by texting their tips to 274637 (CRIMES) then enter TIP577. All calls are strictly confidential.
By Rev. Dr. Jacqui Lewis
Senior Minister, Middle Collegiate Church
A man’s body is slammed against a car, he is wrestled to the ground, face smashed into pavement. My head hurts, watching, feeling the rub of the asphalt. I have been here before. The familiar sense of suffocation. Hard to breathe with your face in the concrete. Subdued, they are sitting on him, on me. He is tased. I am tased. I am shot. In the chest. I can’t breathe. I’m shot in the back, it is on fire. I am lying there, I use my hand to reach up to touch the bleeding space. I am dying. I am dead.
He is dead. We are dead. Reciting from our graves the names of the all-too-many killed at the hands of the state or by those who know the state will exonerate them.
A little girl sits in the back seat, her mother is praying over and over again, “Please Jesus, don’t let them have killed my boyfriend.” He is bleeding, slumped over, a pulpy mess where his arm should be. She watches, she listens, and we see what she sees, hear what she hears. There is a policeman holding a gun in the window, pointing at him, who is moaning. Mommy is talking into the phone, making a video. She has to get Mommy’s purse. Now we are in the police car. Mommy is crying, she is losing it. I am afraid, but I think she is more. I tell Mommy, “I am right here with you.”
The man is dead, they killed her childhood.