I didn't really know him. I often saw him walking the prison corridors, or
in the gym as he worked out with weights. Many times I observed him in
recreation yard hanging out with the Organized Crime guys. He fit in well
them, it seemed.
His name was Frank Dimarco, and he was shot to death
on a street in Queens,
New York shortly after he was released from the Sullivan Correctional Facility.
Frank was 52 years old, and Sullivan was his last prison
stop before his life
came to sudden end.
Like hundreds of convicts who pass through this facility,
many who come here
from other prisons, who stay awhile before they're transferred again, or who
eventually obtain their parole or get released having earned "good time", Frank was just another face in the crowd.
I think he got out of prison only several months ago. And since I didn't
know Frank personally I forgot about him. In this environment men come
and go all
the time. Inmates are transferred in and out of the facility every week.
But over the weekend word began to spread quickly that
a man who had once
been here, was shot to death.
I prisons, bad news travels fast.
Out of curiosity I asked one of Frank's
friends if this was true. False rumors spread fast, too.
When I asked the question, however, this man who lives
in the same housing
unit as me, quickly darted into his cell to retrieve an article from he New
Post. He then handed me the already crumpled page.
It was from the Post's "NYPD Daily Blotter" that's
usually buried somewhere
in the middle of each day's newspaper.
This section lists some of the daily incidents of murder,
mayhem and crime in
the "Big Apple.
I then read a portion of last Friday's blotter which
"Police yesterday identified
a Long Island man shot and killed on a
Cambria Heights street. Frank Dimarco, 52, of Westbury,
was shot in the head for
unknown reasons at 132nd Road and 219th Street around 10:30 p.m. Wednesday.
Dimarco who had 60 prior arrests, was taken to Mary Immaculate Hospital, where he
February 6, 2004"
My heart was pricked.
As a Christian I quickly bowed my head and offered a
silent prayer for his suffering family. I'm sure he has loved ones who
And my mind thought of Frank, too. Sixty arrests! His friend told me that
Frank had a penchant for robbing drug dealers.
I'm not sure what Frank received his last prison sentence
for. His friend
didn't know. Frank Dimarco had so many prior arrests, and he'd done so
and prison time, that even his best friend lost track.
And of course I wondered if Frank knew Jesus Christ
as his Savior. Like
multitudes of inmates, he did his time hanging out with the guys, aimlessly
passing the time, perhaps never thinking about God and never showing any interest
in going to the chapel services.
Frank was like the myriads of men in prison whom Satan
were all around him. the chapel's doors were always open.
But Frank was a blind man. The "god of thie world" kept Frank under his power.
The temptations of drugs and money and having a "good
thieves was of more value than his being in right standing with the Lord.
Now, sadly, only a short time after Frank walked out
the doors of this prison
his body was dropped by a bullet on a desolate street corner.
A lifetime of crime was what he chose. And all that was left to mark his
life was a tiny blurb written in a New York city newspaper
about his murder.
What a waste.
February 9, 2004
(c) 2004 David Berkowitz