J.E. Reich

She did her research. She knew who I was. She took steps in order to destroy one of the only things I can truly claim, my name. Here is an image that haunts me. The defendant left messages on my stepfather's old answering machine in his office, nearly identical to those on his personal cell phone. Messages that were all directed towards me.

After the hearing was over, the FBI liaison, who again was my main point of contact, took my partner and I aside and said that she wanted to introduce us to some people. Those people were the team that were the movers and shakers of the investigation. They were so happy to see me and excited to meet me. They said lovely, wonderful things.

After the hearing was over, the FBI liaison, who again was my main point of contact, took my partner and I aside and said that she wanted to introduce us to some people. Those people were the team that were the movers and shakers of the investigation. They were so happy to see me and excited to meet me. They said lovely, wonderful things.

After the hearing was over, the FBI liaison, who again was my main point of contact, took my partner and I aside and said that she wanted to introduce us to some people. Those people were the team that were the movers and shakers of the investigation. They were so happy to see me and excited to meet me. They said lovely, wonderful things.

I picture his old office at Tree of Life, months after the shooting, the building abandoned and riddled with bullet holes, enveloped in dust. The defendant's voice from the answering machine echoing past the room, through the halls, a malevolent ghost drawing out my name and punctuating it with Jaime, with kike, desecrating what was once a home and killing the dead over and over and over again.

I picture his old office at Tree of Life, months after the shooting, the building abandoned and riddled with bullet holes, enveloped in dust. The defendant's voice from the answering machine echoing past the room, through the halls, a malevolent ghost drawing out my name and punctuating it with Jaime, with kike, desecrating what was once a home and killing the dead over and over and over again.

I picture his old office at Tree of Life, months after the shooting, the building abandoned and riddled with bullet holes, enveloped in dust. The defendant's voice from the answering machine echoing past the room, through the halls, a malevolent ghost drawing out my name and punctuating it with Jaime, with kike, desecrating what was once a home and killing the dead over and over and over again.

What really struck me was that it was a pretty diverse team. in terms of race, in terms of gender, country of origin. I think that also really contributed to the sense of empathy that I felt from when the case was finally picked up by the FBI. I think it's really, really important that law enforcement on every level

What really struck me was that it was a pretty diverse team. in terms of race, in terms of gender, country of origin. I think that also really contributed to the sense of empathy that I felt from when the case was finally picked up by the FBI. I think it's really, really important that law enforcement on every level

What really struck me was that it was a pretty diverse team. in terms of race, in terms of gender, country of origin. I think that also really contributed to the sense of empathy that I felt from when the case was finally picked up by the FBI. I think it's really, really important that law enforcement on every level

The calls had ceased for a number of months. They started back up sometime in 2022. I remember my mom calling me and telling me that they started receiving these calls again. I immediately leapt to action. At that point, my mother and my stepfather had moved from Pittsburgh to the greater Miami area. My stepfather, it's also important to note, had been diagnosed with Parkinson's.

The calls had ceased for a number of months. They started back up sometime in 2022. I remember my mom calling me and telling me that they started receiving these calls again. I immediately leapt to action. At that point, my mother and my stepfather had moved from Pittsburgh to the greater Miami area. My stepfather, it's also important to note, had been diagnosed with Parkinson's.

The calls had ceased for a number of months. They started back up sometime in 2022. I remember my mom calling me and telling me that they started receiving these calls again. I immediately leapt to action. At that point, my mother and my stepfather had moved from Pittsburgh to the greater Miami area. My stepfather, it's also important to note, had been diagnosed with Parkinson's.

is comprised of people that come from different backgrounds that have different perspectives and different approaches when it comes to especially hate crimes, a huge obstruction, and a frustrating one on so many levels, is that in the beginning, part of the reason why it was clear to me that local law enforcement didn't take it seriously is that their offices were incredibly homogenous.

is comprised of people that come from different backgrounds that have different perspectives and different approaches when it comes to especially hate crimes, a huge obstruction, and a frustrating one on so many levels, is that in the beginning, part of the reason why it was clear to me that local law enforcement didn't take it seriously is that their offices were incredibly homogenous.

is comprised of people that come from different backgrounds that have different perspectives and different approaches when it comes to especially hate crimes, a huge obstruction, and a frustrating one on so many levels, is that in the beginning, part of the reason why it was clear to me that local law enforcement didn't take it seriously is that their offices were incredibly homogenous.

and, in turn, trying to destroy my stepfather, my mother, me. When my mother told me about these calls, those bald-faced threats, though to call them threats disservices their scope, their lethal harm, their guarantees of violence, my life fell apart again, but not all at once. As soon as I knew of the calls, I contacted the police and urged my mother to do the same.

and, in turn, trying to destroy my stepfather, my mother, me. When my mother told me about these calls, those bald-faced threats, though to call them threats disservices their scope, their lethal harm, their guarantees of violence, my life fell apart again, but not all at once. As soon as I knew of the calls, I contacted the police and urged my mother to do the same.

and, in turn, trying to destroy my stepfather, my mother, me. When my mother told me about these calls, those bald-faced threats, though to call them threats disservices their scope, their lethal harm, their guarantees of violence, my life fell apart again, but not all at once. As soon as I knew of the calls, I contacted the police and urged my mother to do the same.

They were not well-versed in antisemitism, in homophobia, in trans identities. It was traumatic enough to explain what was happening, what had happened, but it was also incredibly demoralizing and demeaning to try to have to make my case over and over again, to have to explain why something like this was antisemitic.