Teen predicts his own death on Facebook prior to being gunned down for his parka
LES teen is slain for $600 Marmot parka ‘I’m dead,’ victim wrote before murder
By KEVIN SHEEHAN, REBECCA HARSHBARGER and CYNTHIA R. FAGEN Last Updated: 10:13 AM, January 6, 2013 Posted: 12:46 AM, January 6, 2013
A Lower East Side teenager was senselessly slaughtered after he refused to hand over his trendy Marmot winter parka to a gang of thugs, police sources said yesterday.
In an eerie twist, the victim, Raphael Ward, 16, had hours earlier inexplicably foretold of his murder in a Facebook post: “I’m dead,” according to his friends.
Ward, whose Facebook name was “BloccBoy Tokyo” took one fatal bullet to the chest in front of the DeWitt Reformed Church at 280 Rivington St. about 9 p.m. on Friday, just a stone’s throw from where he lived with his mom and kid brother in the city’s Baruch Houses on Columbia Street. ‘GOOD KID’: Raphael Ward warned a friend to get away before a gunman killed him yesterday. ‘GOOD KID’: Raphael Ward warned a friend to get away before a gunman killed him yesterday. NOT WORTH A LIFE: A trendy Marmot winter parka like this led to the slaying of Raphael Ward. NOT WORTH A LIFE: A trendy Marmot winter parka like this led to the slaying of Raphael Ward.
The gunman, described as 5-foot-6, 120 to 140 pounds, was wearing a dark wool hat and a ski mask when he walked up to Ward in the 32 degree cold and shot him just minutes after the altercation over the jacket, police sources said.
After he was shot, a dying Ward — still wearing his bloodied parka — stumbled across the street to the Tearedhan convenience store and told workers there he had been approached by a group of people who had wanted his jacket, police sources said.
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