I hope they know that the people on our street sincerely feel so much compassion for them.

It was dark enough, it was completely understandable to me with the darkness compounded with the trauma, makes it, it would make it hard to make an identification.

I saw someone running away, though it was one person and so I can't say whether that was the perpetrator. The minute we heard the gunshot, we ran onto the street and so did everybody else.

Every time you walk down the street, you remember the night that it happened and what you saw that night.

I’m sick of hearing it. I don’t think it’s right to stand by while innocent people are being tortured. I feel like that’s how most horrible things continue to happen. It’s because other people don’t step in to stop it.

I want you to know that I have no compassion for you now. I hope the image of Amy haunts you forever,