I just returned from standing with the family and friends of Marcello Lucero at the place now made sacred by his death. I could still see the police markings on the street tracing the tracks of his blood spilled from his body as he tried to find help after being attacked by a lynch mob in Patchogue.
People from the community have created a small makeshift shrine on the street formerly known only as a good place to park if you were taking the train into the city. Now it is hallowed ground, a spot sacralized not by the cocky violence of seven assailants, but by the life of work and responsibility they mindlessly snuffed out.
Say a prayer for the victim. And one for the rest of us who live on this death divided island.
-Patrick Young
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