Well I’m sure we’re all familiar with this.
No surprise considering her history.
And so it’s back to business as usual.
Rachel, meanwhile, interrogates the perp directly responsible.
Quite slice of smugness.
But if you really want to put a face on all this, try the NYT where Sob Sister Manny Fernandez (so clever of the NYT to come up with one so named) pulls out the big fluffy crying towel over THIS creep.
“He was at times reflective and apologetic, humble and hopeful. He sat in a beige booth behind the plexiglass separating inmate and visitor, leaning down low to talk into the speaker hole.”
There are so many holes to deal with when you’re in prison.
Jeffrey Conroy turned 19 in January, and it shows. Though dressed in a green prisoner’s uniform, he still has the face, the demeanor and the vocabulary of a boyish teenager.
In an interview at the Suffolk County jail here, Mr. Conroy avoided, at the request of his lawyer, any specific mention of the events that led last week to a jury in State Supreme Court finding him guilty of first-degree manslaughter as a hate crime in connection with the stabbing death of an Ecuadorean immigrant named Marcelo Lucero.
Prosecutors said Mr. Conroy and six of his friends attacked Mr. Lucero and another Hispanic man as part of the sport they had made out of hunting and beating up Latinos, an activity the authorities said they referred to as “beaner hopping” and “Mexican hopping”
AKA “Racial Profiling.”
“In interviews with Mr. Conroy, his father, his friends, his lacrosse coaches and his lawyer, one portrait of him emerges: that of a friendly, athletic teenager willing to stick up for others, of someone who counted several Hispanics among his closest friends, including the girl he had been dating off and on for years, Pamela Suarez, who is Bolivian.
Then there is the young man that prosecutors, Latino advocates and even some of the jurors see: a gullible, aggressive teenager with a swastika tattoo on his thigh who stabbed Mr. Lucero in the chest that night out of anger, and then lied in court when he blamed someone else for the crime.”
Very Patricia Highsmith.
“On the manslaughter charge, Mr. Conroy faces a minimum of eight years and a maximum of 25 years when he is sentenced by Justice Robert W. Doyle on May 26. His lawyer, William Keahon, says Mr. Conroy plans to appeal.
Mr. Conroy, in the one-hour interview on Monday, spoke of his love and concern for his family: After the guilty verdict was announced in the courtroom, Mr. Conroy recalled, he turned and saw two of his sisters in tears, and told them not to worry, that everything would be all right.”
Very Eddie Cantor.
“He spoke of the future he hoped to have with Ms. Suarez, a freshman at Stony Brook University: When she visited him on Saturday, they talked about one day getting married. (“We’re going to have three kids,” he said, smiling.) He spoke of the narrow jail cell where he spends 22 hours a day: “I can stretch both my arms and touch both walls.” And he spoke of praying in his cell, for his family and for Mr. Lucero’s family.”
As if he’s not on his knees enough.
He says he feels sadness and sympathy for the Luceros, and spoke particularly of Mr. Lucero’s younger brother, Joselo Lucero, a presence in the courtroom throughout the trial. “I would just look at him and then I would look away,” Mr. Conroy said. “I feel bad for him. I got a brother, too. I couldn’t imagine him dying.”
Just put it in the basement.
“Mr. Conroy had signed a five-page written confession to the police in which he admitted stabbing Mr. Lucero near the train station in Patchogue on Nov. 8, 2008, and bloodstains on the blade of the knife that the police found on him minutes after the stabbing matched Mr. Lucero’s DNA.
But at the trial, Mr. Conroy testified that he did not stab Mr. Lucero and that another teenager, Christopher Overton, told him that he was the one who stabbed Mr. Lucero. Mr. Conroy said in court that Mr. Overton asked him to take the knife because Mr. Overton was out on bail awaiting sentencing on a felony conviction.
Throughout the trial, Mr. Conroy emerged as a brazen, impulsive and, as his lawyer admitted to the jury, at times a foolish young man.”
We know the type.
“Mr. Conroy said he had his best friend give him a tattoo of a swastika on his thigh a few months before the stabbing “as a joke,” and because his friend had dared him to do it.
The day before the stabbing, Mr. Conroy got into a fight with another friend, because he was spreading rumors that Mr. Conroy had a sexually transmitted disease.
At the police precinct station house, a detective asked Mr. Conroy why he would fight one of his friends, and Mr. Conroy replied, “Same reason I’m here now,” because I’m a jerk, though Mr. Conroy used a more vulgar phrase, the detective testified.”
No need to be vulgar.
Mr. Conroy was a 17-year-old senior at Patchogue-Medford High School at the time of the attack. He lived in Medford with his parents, three sisters and a brother. His mother, Lori Conroy, works at a bank and had taught Sunday school for seven years at her church.
His father, Robert Conroy, is a former Kmart assistant operations manager now on disability who is a leader in organizing youth sports in Medford and Patchogue.
In 2005, Robert Conroy co-founded a nonprofit youth sports league for children ages 5 to 13, and if his son had a second home, it was at the league’s athletic fields two miles from his house. Jeffrey Conroy was too old for the league when it started, but he helped his father care for the park and became a mentor to many of the children. He helped coach 11-year-old football players at age 16, and spent one summer improving one boy’s lacrosse skills, because the boy’s mother had asked him to help her son.
“At work I have to try to explain to people how this is that I know this kid and love this kid,” said Matthew Cleary, 40, a league board member and a family friend who works for the Long Island Rail Road. “I know a Jeffrey that when I was cutting the lawn he would come out and say, ‘I’ll finish.’ I know a Jeffrey that — that’s my 12-year-old son that looked up to him like a brother — and if he was to curse, Jeffrey would smack him off the back of the head and say, ‘Don’t curse, your mother’s upstairs.’ That’s the Jeffrey I know.”
He’s such a treasure.
“Mr. Conroy grew up in the predominantly white middle-class towns and villages of eastern Long Island, but his experiences also had shades of diversity. He listened to Jay-Z, Nas and other black hip-hop artists. His half-sister from his father’s previous marriage is part Puerto Rican. One of his best friends is Turkish.”
We’re all so impressed.
“I’m nothing like what the papers said about me,” Mr. Conroy said. “I’m not a white supremacist or anything like that. I’m not this serious racist kid everyone thinks I am.”
No, you’re just an unserious racist kid.
“Under the state’s hate crime law, the prosecution was not required to prove Mr. Conroy was anti-Hispanic, but only that he had selected his victims because of their race or national origin.
The influx of day laborers, many of whom are illegal immigrants, has created racial tensions on eastern Long Island. Mr. Conroy said he never formed an opinion on the issue. “I don’t have any problems with it,” Mr. Conroy said.
He recounted confronting two white men outside a convenience store in October 2007 during his junior year in high school.
A Hispanic man had left a bicycle outside the store, and one of the white men had sat on the bike and released the kickstand as if he was about to take it away. The men were laughing. Mr. Conroy, a standout on his school’s wrestling team, said he warned them not to steal the bike, or that they would have a problem with him. He said he did so because he felt bad for the Hispanic man, whom he believed to be an immigrant day laborer.
“I guess he didn’t have a car or anything,” he said.”
Wretlers are so sensitive.
“The trial made clear that Mr. Conroy was not, initially at least, the most aggressive of the teenagers on that November night. Mr. Conroy neither came up with the idea to go look for Hispanics to beat up, nor did he suggest driving to Patchogue to look for victims; one or more of the other teenagers did. He testified that his plan was to watch his six friends beat up a Hispanic person but not to take part in the fighting himself.”
But sometimes things don’t work out as planned.
“Mr. Cleary, the family friend, said it seemed as if Mr. Conroy was a follower at times, though he thought of himself as a leader.
“It’s a terrible Jekyll and Hyde story to me, and I don’t believe a lot of it,” Mr. Cleary said. “I believe that he got roped into events that others had started, and being 17 and filled with testosterone, sometimes you do things that get the best of you before you can think about it clearly.”
“During the trial, prosecutors said that Mr. Conroy’s intent to kill was evident because the entire blade went into Mr. Lucero’s chest area and was stopped only by the handle. Mr. Lucero’s body was flown back to Ecuador, to his home village of Gualaceo, where he is buried in a municipal cemetery.
If Mr. Conroy were not in jail, he said he could imagine the life he would be leading: playing midfield on a college lacrosse team, either at the State University at Albany or at Plattsburgh. And his thigh would no longer have the swastika.
“It doesn’t mean anything to me at all,” Mr. Conroy said.”
Of course it doesn’t!
Take it away Adolf.