February 9, 2004 Frank DiMarco

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 the

recreation yard hanging out with the Organized Crime guys. He fit in well with

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 York

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 said:

"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

died. 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 are

grieving.

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 much jail

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 has blinded.

Christian inmates 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 reputation" among

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.

David Berkowitz

February 9, 2004