About The Victims
Here lie just a few of the many stories of victims, shared by their loved ones.
Officer John Howard
Officer Jerry Knight
Jamarco’s Story
My name is Sabrina Jordan, and I am the mother of Jamarco McShann, who was killed by officers of the Moraine Police Department, pictured here. On October 20, 2017, Jamarco and his best friend had come home from the club and pulled up in front of Jamarco’s apartment, where he lived with his girlfriend and son. Jamarco had been drinking at the club and was intoxicated, which is why his best friend drove them home in Jamarco’s car. Jamarco and his friend sat in the car for a while, listening to music. Then his friend got out of the car to go over to an apartment across the parking lot. Jamarco told his friend that he was going to stay in the car and listen to the music for a little longer. As he sat in his car listening to music, he eventually fell asleep.
Meanwhile, a neighbor had to go to work on first shift and called the police, stating that a black car was blocking her car from being able to leave. When the 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 for backup 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 the father of her son. Then Officer John Howard pointed his high-powered rifle at her and told her to get back around the building. She said that 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 okay. I know my baby boy is okay, 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 on October 15, 2013, at the age of 22, the family was barely hanging on. Jamarco was killed on October 20, 2017, at the age of 22. Jamarco 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 into him, but I know you messed 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.
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The Truth About Angelo Miller
Truth: The 911 tape recorded Cleveland police officer John Lundy telling Angelo to put his hands up, and Angelo responding, “My hands are up, sir.” He didn’t have anything, and he wasn’t doing anything wrong. Angelo’s hands were up inside the car. Off-duty Cleveland police officer John Lundy shot into his car 8 times, and one bullet struck him in the back, killing 17-year-old Angelo “Easy” Miller.
Hope: Angelo Miller was a 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. He left behind two children whom he loved 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 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 reopen her son's case for 14 years. She has been working on her son’s legacy for so many years through the Angelo Miller Foundation, Inc.
Jaron Thomas
Jaron Thomas was and is an artistic, intelligent, beautiful, and caring person. He was the youngest of four siblings, the father of three beautiful children, and a caregiver for his grandmother. Jaron loved to read, analyze, and compare literature from the Bible and the Koran, write and perform music, and tutor his children. Jaron was a part of the Young Scholars program at Ohio State University. This program offered him a full-ride scholarship to attend The Ohio State University. Jaron chose the music route. He loved to perform Michael Jackson songs and dances as a young child. He was a part of 7 Sign Regime with Bizzy Bone. Jaron had a loyal fan base that loved him dearly.
As a young adult, Jaron experienced mental illness and struggled over the years to manage it. He had a very high IQ and was naturally gifted. He also had street smarts and common sense. Unfortunately, his illness led him to call the police during an episode of paranoia. All he wanted was help during his mental health crisis, but instead, 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 because of the color of his skin, left for dead, and remained 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
Our son, Henry Green V, was one of the lights of our lives. His smiles are missed, his jokes are missed, and so is the way he loved his family. He was an amazing young man who loved to cook and had planned to open a restaurant. I believe that was more in honor of my mother since they were really close. Bubby, as we affectionately called him, was always there for everyone, especially his brother, sister, and nephew at the time. He now has a nephew and two nieces whom I am sure he would have adored, and they would have loved and adored him back. He didn't have any children of his own, saying 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 need 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 their surroundings, and he listened. I miss him so much. I truly don’t believe there is harsher pain on this side of heaven than losing a child. So many families 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