When anyone loses their life to violence, its a tragedy.
The murder of NYPD PO Jonathan Diller is no different.
Believe it or not, my real name is not Wayne Jetski.
My father Patrick Rafferty was a homicide detective in the 67th Precinct in East Flatbush, Brooklyn.
They were responding to a call Bobby got directly from a woman in the neighborhood.
Bobby Parker was a much bigger man than my father, standing at 64 and close to 300 lbs.
He was a gentle giant who had a brief career as a professional wrestler.
The scumbag was ultimately found lying bleeding on a fire escape, and is now serving 2 life sentences.
He will die without ever walking another day as a free man, and thats what he deserves.
Stephanie Dillers life has been upended.
Its never going to be the same.
Its a fucked up mental shrine of a superhero like figure, with reality and fiction interweaving endlessly.
Unfortunately its all I have.
Growing up without a father is strange.
Still am today if Im being honest.
How can you learn to be a man without having a man there to teach you?
Its a question I’ve tortured myself with everyday since I was the little boy in the picture below.
I think it’s important to say that, and not get lost in self pity.
Thankfully I had support and an infrastructure put in place by the NYPD to help guide my way.
Jonathan Diller made the ultimate sacrifice to ensure the safety of a city full of strangers.
If you could spare the money to buy a shirt yo do.
