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| Maybe the victim that fell into his arms was a case of mistaken identity. |
Newark is a breading ground for fiction. It has a dismal reality. m/r
‘Fell into My Arms’ | National Review Online
By Eliana Johnson SEPTEMBER 12, 2013
A police report contradicts Cory Booker on key, dramatic details.
In paid speeches and high-profile public appearances, Newark mayor and New Jersey senatorial candidate Cory Booker has often invoked the name of Wazn Miller, the 19-year-old gunned down between a set of housing projects in Newark nine years ago.
I got interested in the 2004 case after reporting on “T-Bone,” the Newark drug pusher and alleged Booker friend whom the mayor often mentioned on the stump; but Booker had told Rutgers University professor Clement Price that T-Bone was, in reality, a composite character. It wasn’t the bare outlines of Booker’s account of the shooting’s aftermath that piqued my curiosity — that Booker was nearby when it happened and helped on the scene — but the cinematic details. Booker has told several audiences that Miller fell into his arms after being shot and bled to death as they waited for an ambulance to arrive on the scene.
It is worth quoting Booker at length. Here he is speaking at Yale in 2007:
I got interested in the 2004 case after reporting on “T-Bone,” the Newark drug pusher and alleged Booker friend whom the mayor often mentioned on the stump; but Booker had told Rutgers University professor Clement Price that T-Bone was, in reality, a composite character. It wasn’t the bare outlines of Booker’s account of the shooting’s aftermath that piqued my curiosity — that Booker was nearby when it happened and helped on the scene — but the cinematic details. Booker has told several audiences that Miller fell into his arms after being shot and bled to death as they waited for an ambulance to arrive on the scene.
It is worth quoting Booker at length. Here he is speaking at Yale in 2007:
It was during this time that I felt I probably reached one of the lowest points of my life, the nadir, when I was growing frustrated, when I was having a tough time holding on to that which has sustained our nation, our ideal for ourselves and the love which I’ve talked about. I was walking around, it was actually the week of my birthday, and I was walking around my neighborhood and gunshots rang out and I turned around towards the gunfire. It was echoing like cannon fire between a set of projects, and a whole bunch of children were running down a hill, and I sprinted through the kids towards the gunfire that seemed to be still ringing in my ears, and I got there. There was another young man who was stumbling backwards off some steps, and he fell into my arms-go to link-
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