Upon reading the voluntary manslaughter verdict presented by Judge Jeffrey Manning in the trial for the man who shot and killed Zachary Sheridan (“Guilty Verdict Returned in Fatal Shooting Outside Original Hot Dog Shop,” April 7), I cried. As a friend of Zach’s family, I’ve cried quite a bit these past eight months. I’ve cried as I’ve watched good people suffer the loss of their child to senseless violence. I’ve cried because I’ve seen hundreds of Zach’s friends mourn deeply and lose youthful innocence. I’ve cried because I will never get to know who Zach Sheridan might have become. He had such love for people and joy for life, and now we will never see where that could have taken him.
Today, however, I cried for my child and all good young people — many of whom were Zach’s friends — who are working in our city, buying homes and raising families in these tough times. Today, it became incredibly clear that violent crime on our streets has won again. A thug, with no sense of remorse or honor, will suffer a slap on the wrist for the worst possible crime.
I am stunned and saddened by the verdict and crying because I fear what the future holds.