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Jeffrey Conroy’s Written Statement to Police, His Sketch of the Crime Scene, and Other Forms

Posted April 9, 2010 by Ted Hesson
Categories: Hate Watch

Closing statements in the trial of Jeffrey Conroy, who is accused of stabbing and killing Ecuadorian immigrant Marcelo Lucero, will likely take place on Monday morning in Riverhead.

Conroy testified in his own defense yesterday, saying that he never stabbed Lucero and never intended to attack anyone on the night of the alleged crime.

Conroy’s testimony contradicted statements by police, testimony by those involved in the incident, physical evidence, and even his own written confession.

Now that the trial is reaching its conclusion, I decided to re-post Conroy’s written statement, which was taken by Suffolk County police detectives after the alleged attack. I’m also posting other forms that Conroy filled out, including a video statement form, which the defense claims was first time Conroy realized that he faced manslaughter charges.

As you’ll notice, I am missing the fifth and final page of the written statement. That page may have been missing from the court file when I looked through it.

Scroll down for the typed version of the written confession. I tried to retain the original grammar and spelling, although the paragraph breaks are my own (the original document doesn’t have paragraph breaks). Directly below are images of the actual written confession.

For an index of Long Island Wins’ trial coverage, including the written statements of the other six defendants, click here.

Jeffrey Conroy’s Written Statement

A Sketch of the Crime Scene That Conroy Made for Police, and Other Forms

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I, Jeffrey Conroy, [being duly sworn deposes and] say(s):

I am 17 years old, born January 18, 1991 and I currently live at 189 Jamaica Avenue, Medford with my mother and father, three sisters and one brother. I am a senior at Patchogue Medford High School.

On Saturday, November 8, 2008 my friend Jose Pacheco and I went to a girl named Alyssa’s house at Atlantic Point to have dinner. I got the feeling her mom did not like me so Jose and I left.

I called my Dad and he picked us up at Stop N Shop which is near Ultimate Fitness Gym. We had met up with Chris Overton, a kid I just

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met on Saturday. My dad drove all three of us back to my house, we got something to eat, I put on my Raider basketball sweat shirt and then the three of us walked to Medford train station.

Once we got to the train station, we met with a larger group of friends, about fifteen in total and we were drinking beer.

I had three beers and at one point I was play wrestling with a girl named Felicia who goes to school with me. We hung out at the Medford train station for about one and a half hours and then we all decided to go to Southaven Park. We drove in two cars.

I was in Jordan Dasch’s S.U.V. with about ten people. I was with Jordan, Jose, Chris, Anthony Hartford, Kevin Shea, Nick Hausch and three girls, Felicia, Nicole and Michelle Cassidy. We all attend Patchogue-Medford High School.

We were not at the park very long, maybe a half hour, when Anthony Hartford said, “Let’s fuck up some Mexicans.”

The girls didn’t want any part of it Michelle said “No Chill,” meaning no not to do it (fuck up some Mexicans). The rest of us (all the boys) were in agreement to do it. The girls caught a ride with Jason who owns a dark blue car.

We drove to Patchogue Village, knowing that’s where Spanish people hang out. We parked on a side street, near Main Street and go out and walked as a group. Everyone was pretty amped up and it was clear what we were going to do. We were only walking around for about ten [LINE CUT OFF]

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…near the train station. They were older then us and as we walked up to them Anthony Hartford and Kevin Shea who we call “Kuvan” called the two guys “Beaners” and “Mexicans.” Chris and I were being quiet and I do not recall Jordan saying anything, but everyone else said shit like “Beaner” and “Fucking Mexicans.”

At one point Kuvan who was talking the most shit said “I got a gun, give me your fucking money.” He had his right hand stuffed into his sweatshirt front pocket as if he was hiding a gun. At first Anthony Hartford and Kevin Shea were head up on them one on one, the rest of us walked up closer, knowing we were going to fight.

One of the Spanish guys whistled towards a house, as if to call out to his people. One of the Spanish guys took his shirt off, removed his belt and started swinging it at us.

Kuvan thought he had a nun-chuck, but I realized it was a belt. Kuvan yelled out surround them. I’m not sure where Jordan was, but the rest of us tried to surround the Spanish guy, but couldn’t because he was swinging the belt trying to keep us away. The other Spanish guy was there and was also holding his belt.

I had already taken out my knife. Before the guy had even took his belt off Kuvan and Anthony Hartford had already snuffed him in the face and he was leaking blood from his nose pretty bad. Jose Pacheco was also up on the guy, body to [LINE CUT OFF]

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…guy called him a nigger. The Spanish guy broke loose from them, and that’s when he took his belt off to keep us away. At one point I got hit on the head with the belt.

The Spanish guy continued to swing his belt, and when we didn’t back down he swung the belt at Nicky and I went towards him with my knife in my right hand extended outward.

His back was to me and as I ran towards him he turned to face me. He was about four or five feet from me, I continued to run towards him and stabbed him once in either his shoulder or chest.

The physical altercation ended when I stabbed the guy. I said to Nicky “Oh shit I am fucked [I] stabbed him” as I showed him the blood on my knife.

We began to walk back to Jordan’s S.U.V. I kept the knife although Chris told me to throw it out. I tried to wash the blood off in a puddle, but there was still blood on it.

We continued to walk to the S.U.V. and a cop car pulled up on us. Within a minute or two there were five or six cop cars there. I walked up to a big cop and asked to speak to him on the side.

I told that cop that my knife was tucked in my boxers and I was the one who stabbed the guy. I don’t’ blame the Spanish guy for swinging the belt at us. It was obvious that he wanted to get the fuck out of there. He was ready to defend himself, but we just didn’t [LINE CUT OFF]

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