About The Victims

Her lies some of the many stories of victims submitted by their loved ones.

Jamarco’s Story

  • When police arrived they focused their attention on the gold car that was playing music (instead of the black car that was causing the problem). They saw that a man was asleep with the seat all the way back. They decided to walk to Jamarco’s car to see what he was doing. They said they saw a gun on the passenger seat and claimed they tried to wake him up , but he didn't respond. They called back up, and then laid down the tire strip in front of his car in case he tried to take off. They claimed they were running the plates to find out who the car belonged to. Jamarco’s girlfriend came outside to tell the police that Jamarco was her boyfriend and son’s father. Then Officer John Howard pointed his high power rifle at her, and told her to get back around the building. She said as she was backing away from the officer and his big gun, she got halfway around the building when she heard a bunch of shots. She then fell to the ground screaming and called me. All I could hear from her was, “I think the police just shot Marco!”

    I immediately jumped in my car, and while I was driving I called my family and told them to meet me at Jamarco’s apartment. I remember, as I was driving, I kept saying out loud, “I know he is ok. I know my baby boy is ok, because god would not do this to me again,” but on the inside I knew he was gone. I couldn't feel his presence in the world anymore, just as I felt when Jamal was killed. I thought if I ignored that bad energy it would make it true that he was just fine. Instead it was a mother’s worst nightmare, and Jamarco was no longer here. The police stole his life.

    My son Jamarco was the baby in my family. Not only did I spoil him, but his brothers and sisters spoiled him too. Jamarco loved the ladies; we all called him a pretty boy, because everywhere he went he was taking selfies or just listening to music in the car. Jamarco had 8 siblings who loved him deeply. We were all so close, and had family functions all the time, especially barbecues. After Jamal was killed October 15, 2013 at the age of 22, the family was barely hanging on. Jamarco was killed October 20, 2017 at the age of 22. Jarmarco and Jamal were killed 4 years apart.

    Jamarco has a son, Jazon, who was with his dad all the time taking pictures, and riding around with Jamarco like road buddies. When Jamarco was killed, it affected him mentally just like my son Jamal’s children Jamal Jr. and Jamil, who are twin boys. Losing Jamal, Jamarco, and Antonna (my daughter, who died from cancer recently) has been so traumatic for my family. Our bond has strained instead of strengthening. We’re lost and disconnected. The only thing that I know keeps me going is this movement to end police terror and gun violence.

    Officer Howard and Officer Knight, you took away our light. The expert testimony said he could not have been aiming a gun at you from the trajectory of the 10 bullet holes you fired in him, but I know you fucked up, and then covered it up, because that is what you police do. I hope he haunts you in your sleep. I know you and your brothers in blue have been watching me, but guess what? I will not be silent. You will continuously hear the name Jamarco McShann as long as I have breath. Jamarco McShann was a son, a father, a brother, and an uncle. I will never receive justice, because he will never come back, but I will continue to try to save the lives of others.

The Truth About Angelo Miller

  • Hope: Angelo Miller was funny, loving, and caring teenager who was never embarrassed to give his mother a kiss, especially when she dropped him off at school in the mornings. Angelo attended East High School. Angelo left behind two children whom he loved so very deeply. His kids were one-year-old when he was murdered and he was a great father to his two sons . He was full of joy and laughter. Angelo knew how to turn your frown into a smile. His grandfather called Angelo his gentle giant and his and his mother called him her bouncing baby boy. Angelo looked just like his mother. He kept his whole family laughing. He was loved by his mom, dad, grandmother, grandfather, all of his sisters and brothers, aunties, uncles cousins, and his friends.

    Justice: His mother, Alicia, will not stop fighting until the police are charged with murder for the killing of her son, Angelo Miller. She believes that police officers need more training on how to handle citizens without using deadly force. She also feels that the police department needs to be reformed and dismantled. Alicia has been fighting tirelessly to re-open her son's case for 14 years. She has been working on her sons legacy for so many years through the Angelo Miller Foundation, Inc.

Mohammad Isaifan

(in the words of Kimberlee Vaughn)

  • His greatest pride was his daughter, who he adored. He recently took her to her first driving lesson, and was excited about helping her in this part of her transition into adulthood. He loved to take credit for being the one to teach her how to drive. Everything Mohammad did was with his daughter in mind. He never got to see her get her license, graduate high school, or start college.

    Though Mo and I had divorced, people would regularly remark on how much better our relationship seemed after the break-up. We always promised each other we would continue to be friends and the best parents we could. We kept to that. When the chips were down, married or not, Mohammad and I still had each other’s backs. And I still have his to this day. That is why I have been putting his message out there. He has been silenced. So I have to get his voice out since it was taken away so tragically. I know he would do the same for me.

    The last time I saw Mohammed alive was the 9 year anniversary of our divorce, not even a week before he died. He told me then, "Even though we are divorced you will always be my one and only wife." At the time, I had no idea how true that would be.

    Later that night, Mo and I were sitting together talking and listening to music, and he asked me to play a song he used to love, and it would turn out to be the last song we would ever listen to together. This song is what Mo would want to tell all of us, about his life, and about our lives. Despite his struggles, he was always striving to be better, and staying protective and devoted to his family, his friends and his goals, and he would want us to do the same. Never did this big old bear have any intentions of harming anyone including the two officers that took his life on that fateful Sunday morning.

Jaron Thomas

  • Unfortunately his illness lead him to call the police in an episode of paranoia. All he wanted was help in his mental health crisis, and he got the opposite. Never in a million years did we think this would be the way his precious soul would be taken from this world. Jaron was beaten to death for the color of his skin, left for dead and on life support for about a week. We know he’s not suffering anymore, although his family suffers daily. Loved by many especially his family may his soul continue to rest in paradise with his ancestors.

    Love always and forever,

    Your sister

    Chana

Henry Green V

  • He didn't have any children of his own, said he didn't want any (but who doesn't say that when they are a teenager, LOL). Unfortunately, we will never know. I loved that Bub was direct, you never had to wonder where he stood on things because he would tell you. He always marched to his own beat and wasn't worried about being like everyone else.

    He wore what he wanted, created his own style and didn't have to have designer clothes. He was okay hanging around people but he was just as content being by himself. Bubby was always my quiet one, he observed the space he was in. I've always told my children to be aware of your surroundings and he listened. I miss him so much, I truly don't believe that there is harsher pain on this side of heaven than losing a child. There are so many families that have been completely robbed due to police brutality and it is my hope that we will continue to come together for change so that this "club" doesn't keep growing!

    Ms. Adrienne Hood