Letters: Getting away with murder
ON A windy Sunday afternoon, Aug. 3, 2008, at 4 p.m., at Colgate and Alcott in Philadelphia, a crowd gathered outside a makeshift memorial: a table with pictures, flowers and lit candles. In memory of a young man whose future was lit with promise, this same date and place marked the spot where Jerome Boyer was murdered last year this time, and the killer is still on the loose. In this City of Brotherly Love, someone is getting away with murder.
ON A windy Sunday afternoon, Aug. 3, 2008, at 4 p.m., at Colgate and Alcott in Philadelphia, a crowd gathered outside a makeshift memorial: a table with pictures, flowers and lit candles. In memory of a young man whose future was lit with promise, this same date and place marked the spot where Jerome Boyer was murdered last year this time, and the killer is still on the loose. In this City of Brotherly Love, someone is getting away with murder.
While a grieving mother, Joanne Hardy, is unable to get closure, the perpetrator is roaming the streets, perhaps in wait for his next victim. Despite a reward and desperate plea for his arrest.
Joanne Hardy has just one question that needs a tombstone: "Who Killed My Son?" It's the only thing this mother wants to know. In the City of Brotherly Love, a killer roams the streets, and there's no way to sugarcoat it. A blind man can see this is getting away with murder.
Gladys Washington, Philadelphia
