I’ve witnessed many things, but nothing like what I saw on March 14, 1964. Genovese was gruesomely killed in our own neighborhood! Not sure on what to feel, I turned my head. “I am dying,” I heard her yell, I turned and looked out my window to find her bleeding-trying to get away from an armed male. The assailant then looks up and sees me, I became afraid. My first instant was to call the police, but I thought to myself, “Wait he saw me, he could then come for me too!” I wish I had never even looked out that window. It was a regular night for many in Kew Gardens; like most, I showered and went to the living room to watch television until I became restless. A little after 3:00 am I saw lights in the parking lot adjacent to the Kew
