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05-07-2014, 05:20 PM
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Rachel Hoffman was young. Oh, she was so very young. And like many young people, she smoked some marijuana and occasionally used ecstasy. She might have even dealt both on a small scale. She had just completed her bachelor’s degree early, in psychology and criminology with a B average at Florida State University, not an easy feat. She was deservedly cherished by her proud family. One night, she was stopped by cops and busted for some weed she had in her car.
During the booking photo process, Rachel’s mugshot shows tears streaming down her face with a forlorn look to the side. There’s a slight tint of anger and confusion as well, as is to be expected of anyone who actually thought the Drug War wasn’t real… until it touched their lives directly.
A few months later, Rachel’s apartment was searched and up turned some 5 or so ounces of cannabis and 4-6 ecstasy pills, according to various reports. Tallahassee Police attempted to convince her to turn over marijuana dealers in exchange for dropped charges but she refused. They didn’t relent and pressured her to participate in a drug sting. They wanted her to buy a gun*, two ounces of cocaine and an astonishing 1,500 pills of ecstasy. If she did this, she wouldn’t incur any further charges from the drugs found in her apartment. They would give her $13,000 in cash to complete the transaction. She was 23, had no police training whatsoever and was scared to death. She was right to be.
The day of the sting, I am sure Rachel was frightened but probably did what most of us do in stressful situations – we talk ourselves down, take stock of what we’ve got and try to get some perspective in order to finish a job and be done with it. She knew that almost twenty cops were watching, listening through her wire and perhaps if everything went right, she could go home and spend the rest of the day with her boyfriend; this whole weird and scary situation a thing of the past. She could get on with her life.
Well, “shit got crazy,” on May 7, 2008, according to one cop after he confronted Rachel’s surprised boyfriend at their apartment after police lost track of her during the sting. They thought perhaps she made off with the $13,000. He thought she was with them but two days later, Rachel’s body was found in a ditch fifty miles away in Perry, Florida. She was shot five times point blank in the chest and once in the head. When she was found, her Grateful Dead sweatshirt was shrouded over her. Yes, six holes in her body and in a ditch with her favorite jam band shirt. She wanted to become a chef and teach troubled kids how to cook while providing therapy in a practical but fun setting. She, Rachel Morningstar Hoffman, with the big, toothy smile who liked to spin in circles at festivals and wanted to help troubled kids have a better life. Murdered. Executed. Just like that.
Two men, Deneilo Bradshaw and Andrea Green, intended to rob Rachel but when they discovered she was wearing a wire, executed her under a canopy of woods and Spanish moss with the same gun she was supposed to buy from them. But arguably, the police using her as an informant are just as, if not more, guilty of her murder.
In a statement to the Tampa Tribune shortly after her death and prior to her funeral, her stepfather said:
“The reality is, untrained civilians of any age should not be put in that position by a police force, and they put a 23-year-old relatively naïve person in a life-threatening situation”.
On May 7, please remember Rachel Hoffman. Do not ever, ever forget her and the thousands of countless others who are killed in the line of duties they ought never have participated. Each year, there should to be vigils for her and countless others who were put into these impossible situations and lost their lives.
http://www.ladybud.com/2013/04/01/her-name-was-rachel-hoffman/
Rachel Hoffman was young. Oh, she was so very young. And like many young people, she smoked some marijuana and occasionally used ecstasy. She might have even dealt both on a small scale. She had just completed her bachelor’s degree early, in psychology and criminology with a B average at Florida State University, not an easy feat. She was deservedly cherished by her proud family. One night, she was stopped by cops and busted for some weed she had in her car.
During the booking photo process, Rachel’s mugshot shows tears streaming down her face with a forlorn look to the side. There’s a slight tint of anger and confusion as well, as is to be expected of anyone who actually thought the Drug War wasn’t real… until it touched their lives directly.
A few months later, Rachel’s apartment was searched and up turned some 5 or so ounces of cannabis and 4-6 ecstasy pills, according to various reports. Tallahassee Police attempted to convince her to turn over marijuana dealers in exchange for dropped charges but she refused. They didn’t relent and pressured her to participate in a drug sting. They wanted her to buy a gun*, two ounces of cocaine and an astonishing 1,500 pills of ecstasy. If she did this, she wouldn’t incur any further charges from the drugs found in her apartment. They would give her $13,000 in cash to complete the transaction. She was 23, had no police training whatsoever and was scared to death. She was right to be.
The day of the sting, I am sure Rachel was frightened but probably did what most of us do in stressful situations – we talk ourselves down, take stock of what we’ve got and try to get some perspective in order to finish a job and be done with it. She knew that almost twenty cops were watching, listening through her wire and perhaps if everything went right, she could go home and spend the rest of the day with her boyfriend; this whole weird and scary situation a thing of the past. She could get on with her life.
Well, “shit got crazy,” on May 7, 2008, according to one cop after he confronted Rachel’s surprised boyfriend at their apartment after police lost track of her during the sting. They thought perhaps she made off with the $13,000. He thought she was with them but two days later, Rachel’s body was found in a ditch fifty miles away in Perry, Florida. She was shot five times point blank in the chest and once in the head. When she was found, her Grateful Dead sweatshirt was shrouded over her. Yes, six holes in her body and in a ditch with her favorite jam band shirt. She wanted to become a chef and teach troubled kids how to cook while providing therapy in a practical but fun setting. She, Rachel Morningstar Hoffman, with the big, toothy smile who liked to spin in circles at festivals and wanted to help troubled kids have a better life. Murdered. Executed. Just like that.
Two men, Deneilo Bradshaw and Andrea Green, intended to rob Rachel but when they discovered she was wearing a wire, executed her under a canopy of woods and Spanish moss with the same gun she was supposed to buy from them. But arguably, the police using her as an informant are just as, if not more, guilty of her murder.
In a statement to the Tampa Tribune shortly after her death and prior to her funeral, her stepfather said:
“The reality is, untrained civilians of any age should not be put in that position by a police force, and they put a 23-year-old relatively naïve person in a life-threatening situation”.
On May 7, please remember Rachel Hoffman. Do not ever, ever forget her and the thousands of countless others who are killed in the line of duties they ought never have participated. Each year, there should to be vigils for her and countless others who were put into these impossible situations and lost their lives.
http://www.ladybud.com/2013/04/01/her-name-was-rachel-hoffman/