Jackie was like a daughter to me.
The truth is, I don’t think you care or will ever go deep enough to understand what any of us try to convey about our loss of Jackie. This is called an impact statement. We are impacted but you will never understand what that means because you are ultimately like a child who never matured to true manhood. You think that putting a blade to an innocent person’s throat and slicing it several times, and then letting Jackie die was an act you could blame on something else, drug use. You think like a child. A violent child. An insensitive child. People like you never face facts about your own shortcomings. I don’t think you ever will feel the depth of loss of my family unless you yourself have someone you loved murdered in cold-blood. And maybe even then, because you are a selfish person, you may not even feel what others feel in such a loss.
Since moments before you deliberately murdered my niece, you did not care one whit about how it would affect my family… or even your own immediate family. Prior to you murdering my niece, you were selfish, and self-absorbed. I think you are still that way. You are a child who will get to be taken care of by tax payers. You have to do nothing but sit and wait for the door to open for you again. This is not punishment to me when I think of how you opened the door to the salon that day… you opened a door, and closed one for hundreds who loved Jackie.
Immature and selfish people like you tend to blame your sick character on others or issues. You commit a murder, and you try to make others think you are the victim. People like you never change overnight as you would want the media to believe. You have this illusion that someone might feel sorry for you… let me assure you, no one feels sorry for cold-blooded murderers.
You are not a victim in this, you are a cold-blooded murderer. That is your title, as far as I am concerned, for the remainder of your life. When and if you ever survive in prison, you will still walk out the doors with the same sinful core you now possess. When you exit, my guess is that you will still use other people to get what you want instead of applying yourself. People like you always have excuses for your failings.
Can you tell at what age you stopped maturing? Jackie was mature and caring, and worked for a living… and you wanted what she worked hard for day in and day out. But you proved you wanted more than her cash…maybe someday you can tell us the truth about why you murdered her. What does that say about who you are that you hide behind the lies of drugs? There are millions of drug users around the world. Do you think that is a justification to use to murder an innocent person? That you can take from others so easily, use them, abuse them, and kill them without a second thought speaks of your depravity. It says to me that at your very core you are damaged for whatever reason. But many people are damaged, but they do not take it out on others by murdering them. But people like you don’t see it that way. You feel the world owes you a free pass. Jackie didn’t get a free pass… and as far as I see it, you got lucky. You should be serving for life…or at least one year for each age Jackie got to love her family.
I think when you go back to your cell, you will remain a smug and deceitful adult-child. You will continue to lie to yourself about who you are and what you truly did. Your words are meaningless to us. We see you for who you are. You do not care about us or Jackie or anyone but yourself. You are simply sad that you got caught. When you look all forlorn and pouty, do you realize what the people see? They see a manipulator. An adult acting like a childish manipulator.
So, let me say, how lucky you are to be alive! You now have a free pass to sit back, be fed, clothed, get visitors, watch TV, play violent video games… but in the dark of night while you sleep, the little boy who stopped maturing will come to you in your nightmares… and he will show you over and over again Jackie’s face, her blood, her voice, her last minutes of being conscious. That is real justice to me. I hope you hear how hard you were breathing as you grabbed her and violently sliced her throat. In the reality of the day I know you do not care about Jackie or our family. So, I pray you will suffer in your sleep each night. I pray that you have sleepless, restless, fitful nights for the rest of your life. I also pray that your family abandons you as you have caused the abandonment of our Jackie from ours. Certainly, they see you now, even moreso, for who you are… a callous, cold-blooded, heartless murderer. Sleep tight.
*He was only sentenced 22 years to life for the brutal & vicious murder of Jackie. A sad commentary on our justice system. No wonder people keep killing, they do not serve a punishing sentence anymore.
My impact statement read 11.9.16 by an assistant DA to accomplice Moreland, for his involvement in the murder of my niece in August 2015.
Let me write your story Sean. I will title it Disbelief.
I am sitting in my car. I have gotten far too lazy to actually work for a living. I blame my failures on everyone and everything in my life. But the one person looking back at me in the mirror, well, I never blame him. People are there in my life for me to use. I do not care who I hurt as long as I get away mostly free and clear.
So one day, another slacker like myself decide to be useless for yet another day. We make a plan. We don’t care about anyone but ourselves… people owe us. We take what is not ours. And we don’t care.
I have three faces, the phony one for the people we take advantage of… and the one that pleads innocent when caught in a crime. But my third face… the one face I avoid at all cost… it’s the one that looks back at me from the mirror. It’s the one that makes up lies, makes up stories so I can come across as a really pretty good guy. I lie to myself all of the time. I want to save my own skin.
I didn’t care when the killer came back to my car as I waited…knowing he murdered an innocent woman. I didn’t even think to call 9-1-1 so she might live. Jackie’s hard-earned money was more important to me, than saving her life. So I just drove off with my friend, my buddy… knowing why he killed her.
I am not a responder like all those people in NYC at 9/11 who ran to help their fellow-citizens who were dying. No, I ran and hid like the teenager I still am inside. I let a good person die in a pool of her own blood. And I didn’t care.
Well, Sean. I care about you, but not in the way you think.
*I cared that you let my niece die when perhaps an anonymous call to 9-1-1 might have saved her life. Just think back for a moment, Sean… if you would have called, can you imagine the joy Jackie’s family and friends would have had, had she lived. You had the opportunity of a lifetime to become a true hero. So what, you would spend some jail time… but the one thing in your life that you could have finally gotten right you turned your back on… you simply were not man enough. You proved to me that you were as cold-blooded as the man who sliced her throat.
*I cared that you do not tell the complete truth of sitting side by side with her murderer for months on end. You had no fear in you to do that, because otherwise you would have turned him in the day he murdered Jackie. You had no fear, except the fear of going to jail for a serious crime. Your fear was all wrapped up in getting caught. Do you not see what normal thinking people have already figured out about you? Sean is for Sean above all others.
*I cared that you could so casually live from day to day knowing an entire community was in mourning, and also fearful that a killer could so brutally murder an innocent woman in broad daylight. I do wonder what one of your faces said outloud when good people said to you how upset they were with Jackie’s cold-blooded murder. Did you grin on the inside as you put on a phony face of caring? Did someone you know actually figure it out along the way, Sean? I cared that you could look all you loved in the eye and just keep lying. I do wonder if there were a couple of people who knew you well enough to know what you were capable of doing.
*I cared that you could lie to your own family about your horrific involvement. I cared that your juvenile choices dragged them through the mud. I cared that they had to suffer because of your self-entitlement to take and lie. But I do not care about you as a human, because you are not of the human race. You might want to ask yourself when you became so empty and uncaring. And none of society blames drugs, none of us. We blame you, Sean.
My suffering is wasted on you because I know you never cared about Jackie’s life or the people who love her so much. You don’t care how we feel any more than you care about any of your own family, a stranger, a friend or neighbor you have taken advantage of during your lifetime.
*I care that you are serving so very little time for your horrific involvement in Jackie’s death. I care that you squirmed out of serving a long sentence.
*I care that you will never come out of jail a better person. You have already proven at your late age what you are made of… I care that you family will have to carry you and the burdens that you have created and placed upon them. I care that you are ultimately one of the selfish men on earth.
So I finish this story of yours called Disbelief. You can barely believe you got away with all you were involved in… me too. But you did what you do best… keep deceiving… but keep in mind you only deceive yourself these days. Your past is written in stone. No one is fooled by you anymore…not your family, nor friends.
Your ongoing years of falsehood, deception, and lies has led you to where you are right now. Jailed. I care that you are not in jail for decades. Your short sentence is an affront to my family.
Above all else, my family cares about truth. If you ever want to write the truth or speak the truth of Jackie’s death, we wait. Even though you and the murderer didn’t care about her life, her family cares about Jackie’s last moments more than the remainder of all your days of life. We have nothing to lose. No matter how much you deceive yourself in your deep involvement in the murder of Jackie, keep in mind as you look into the mirror, you took what matter to all of us. And we will not forget, ever. Your name is now like a black tattoo across our heart.
*He was only given two to six years for 'hindering prosecution' in the case. The police dropped the legal ball on this for they did not have a lawyer brought in at the proper time. He was also given 8 years for robbery to run concurrently. Sad commentary on our justice system.
If and when my family send me the rest of their impact statements, I will post them. I have written on Jackie a few times on my webpage for the whole story on her murder. You can also Google her name to read numerous articles.
Rest in Peace: Jacquelyn Porreca 1983-2015.