Erica Bajer did a really nice job in a story that appears in today’s Chatham Daily News. This story meant a lot because it’s published in Boxer Muscedere’s hometown. A full range of people, from police to a Hells Angel, have told me they’re impressed by the courage Boxer showed in his final hours.
Joe Muscedere, the younger brother of murdered Canadian Bandido president John (Boxer) Muscedere, wasn’t able to attend court to give his victim impact statement in the fall of 2009. He asked me to post it on my website:
Your honor, jury members, people of the court or the Parole board, my name is Joe Muscedere, brother of John Muscedere, also known as Boxer.
What you didn’t hear in this trial, was how my brother John took his factory pay check and provided for Wayne’s [convicted killer Wayne Kellestine's] family when Wayne was in jail on a previous conviction. Making provisions for the same family that Wayne whisked away before the morning of April 8th.
What you didn’t hear in this trial was how the No Surrender Crew [Toronto Bandidos chapter], with their donations, paid up Wayne’s past due mortgage payments so he would not lose his farm house. The same farm house that they would all later be murdered at.
What you didn’t hear in this trial was that Wayne’s motorcycle was a gift from Chopper [Luis Manny (Chopper) Raposo]. Chopper as you all have heard was the first to die, during which Wayne performed his first Deutsch song and dance routine of the night of the killings.
When I decipher the patch’s that these accused wore or tried to wear alongside the No Surrender Crew, the one that stands out the most to me is L.L.R. (Love Loyalty and Respect). I stand here today and know that these accused have never had Love, Loyalty and Respect for anyone or anything. They are liars and a disgrace, with no idea what Love, Loyalty and Respect mean.
During the trial and prior they pointed fingers at each other and everyone else but themselves for self preservation. They don’t care who they bring down or endanger as they try to slither to freedom, as any snake would do.
These crimes were not the result of 8 accumulated errors in judgment or being in the wrong place at the wrong time. They were planned and calculated executions. The executions were deliberate and spanned over 5 hours to complete. During this time they confined these men and tortured them physically, and mentally. Recall the anti-Semetic abuse of [Jamie] Flanz, the dancing to the Deutsch song, the mock kneeling to join in prayer as some prisoners knelt after the first man shot, Chopper bled to death.
I am not here to dimension the hurt this has caused, or the new memories that will be no more, especially with the kids and grand kids. I am sure the other family members you will hear from will do that. I am here to underscore the fact that these were supposed to be friends and brothers not enemies.
They violated the code of brotherhood and friendship as well as committing cold blooded murder.
These murders were a culmination of a life each one of these accused was living that added no value to society. These men only take. Whether it was being a dishonest cop, drug dealer, thug, murderer or sociopath they only took from our society. Now we the people say ENOUGH! You will not take anymore and you will be punished for taking these lives.
If any of these people are released, would they change and add value to society or their families or would they continue to take? Once these criminals officially graduate to their perspective penitentiaries, another trial may start. There is honor even amongst thieves and a code amongst criminals which they have all violated. In other words this behavior isn’t even condoned by hardened prisoners. Why then should we condone it?
My father Domenico was never the same once John died. No one wants to outlive their children. Even though John was laid to rest 50 miles away, my father would visit him often and cry. Thirteen months after John’s death my father died totally unexpectedly. How does extreme sorrow affect a father’s health, state of mind and will to live? I don’t know for sure but I do know it is a heavy weight to carry every day, every moment and every second.
My mother, the kids; Julie, Tereasa, Angelina, Johnny, Steven; the grandkids; Julina, Anthony, Anasia, Rihanna will never have a Son, Dad or Nonno to turn to in times of happiness or sadness and I have lost my big brother. John was a one of a kind; he loved with all his heart and was loved by all of us.
I know why my brother laughed as he faced his final moments. He knew they were all a joke, especially Wayne. John Boxer Muscedere died with his dignity, his honor and his values intact. I will never forget John and always Love him. He was my big brother. I will protect and provide for his family just like he would have done for mine.
Please keep these murderers behind bars and stop them from causing more harm.
What a great night! (I know exclamation points are frowned upon in writing circles, but one is called for here anyway) Prohibition was packed and everyone seemed to really get along, even though it was a breathtakingly diverse collection of people. I was particularly moved that Boxer Muscedere’s brother Joe and daughter Tereasa attended, as well as Richard Jesso, the son of slain Bandido George (Pony). I am amazed how many nice people you can meet, even researching such a terrible topic.
Tomorrow (Thursday, February 18) is the official book launch, finally, at Prohibition Gastro Pub & Oyster Bar at 696 Queen E. in Toronto, just a few doors west of Broadview. It’ll run from 7-9 pm, and among those I expect to attend are Richard Jesso, whose dad, George (Pony), was among the murder victims that night. Richard’s a nice, soft-spoken, but strong young man and he’ll be saying a few words. He’s also a ringer for his father, something that appeared to freak out killer Wayne (Weiner) Kellestine at his murder trial last fall.
Earlier in the day, I’ve got interviews at CHCH TV in Hamilton live at 8.20 am and CFRB live at 2.30 pm. Hamilton’s a funny spot, as somehow it managed to have national presidents for both the Outlaws and Hells Angels: Mario (Mike, the Wop) Parente and Walter (Nurget) Stadnick, respectively. The Outlaws got an unexpected boost several years ago from the City of Hamilton, when they were paid for their rundown clubhouse by the city, when streets were being widened. The Hells Angels also weren’t left out of official largesse. A Hells Angels in Hamilton got a contract (not the scary kind of contract, the business kind) to pave the parking lot of a local police station.