KILLING NANA NY Times January 2008
SUV weaves up urban Water Street at 60 mph. Twice the speed limit. The driver, CEO George Anderson, is dead drunk. At Sip Street he strikes Florence Cioffi. Drives off for 20 minutes, a hit-and-run fatality.
ALL ON VIDEO.
Charges: vehicular manslaughter, criminally negligent homicide, felony DUI, and leaving the scene.
Now these charges are dismissed or reduced to misdemeanors. ADA is looking to sneak through "a rich man's sentence" 16 days and a $350 fine.
NY State AG Andrew Cuomo can intervene.
- Attorney General Andrew Cuomo 1-800-771-7755
- Governor David Paterson 518-474-8390
- Mayor Bloomberg 212-NEW-YORK
Manahattan's D.A. is 89-year old Robert Morgenthau. Helpless.
ADA David Hammer, "she probably stepped out from between two parked cars" - feigning ignorance of surveillance video.
This case is off the rails. Felony DUI and Reckless Endangerment confessed, but not charged. Details below:::
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Kossack action could make a difference.
-- Blog this killing everywhere
-- Contact NY State Attorney General Andrew Cuomo
-- Contact national media: NY Times, LA Times, WaPo, CBS, NBC, Chi Trib, Times of London. K.O. and Maddow. Bill-O and Hannity and Rush.
-- Contact local media. Anybody. The Left is good. Same for the Right.
Media hit this case hard when it was fresh in January, 2008. Now, not one of the major media outlets is sticking it. Let's nail the times and specific sourcing.
Time of the collision is set at 10:32 P.M., January 24, 2008.
Time of George Anderson returning and being cited is 10:50 P.M.
Sourcing is the police report which is being read by ADA Erin LaFarge for the official statement:
Technology mogul George Anderson, the founder and CEO of Enterprise Engineering Inc., was going 60 mph on Water St. on his way home from a Rangers game when his black SUV hit secretary Florence Cioffi.
"The woman flew into the air and was killed," Assistant Manhattan District Attorney Erin LaFarge said at Anderson's arraignment last night. "The defendant then drove away and returned approximately 20 minutes later."
Technology mogul George Anderson, the founder and CEO of Enterprise Engineering Inc., was going 60 mph on Water St. on his way home from a Rangers game.
Anderson also initially stated to police at the scene that he was a computer programmer. He refused a blood alcohol test, which was subsequently forced and taken at hospital.
Enough is enough.
Printing a cartoon with a crazy chimp shot dead is VERBOTEN ! But actually killing Florence Cioffi -- that gets swept under the rug. George Anderson is Wall Street royalty. CEO of EEI, 115 Broadway. Works with Merrill Lynch, JPMorgan Chase, Morgan Stanley, Fidelity Investments, Wells Fargo, Putnam Investments, Lehman Brothers, UBS and more.
Sold a Hamptons house for $6,000,000.
The most obvious question, here, is corruption.
16 days and $350 for a 60 mph urban DUI killing and leaving the scene ???
Why would money not be changing hands ???
Prosecutor David Hammer and Anderson's lawyer, Stacey Richman, worked out a joint public statement. "An intensive investigation by the defense and prosecutors revealed she probably stepped out from between two parked cars." These guys suddenly blind to surveillance video ???.
Water Street is in the Wall Street area. Every second of every day is filmed and from multiple angles. This is one of the most tightly monitored areas in the world.
Hammer also blames the victim. He says that Flo Cioffi had a blood-alcohol level more than twice the legal limit to drive. BAC of .16.
That contradicts the eye witnesses. Their recollection is that Flo had 3 drinks. Certainly not 6 or 8. Flo had been at a birthday dinner with her office mates.
The ME report has not been offered up to the public. Apparently, if we are to believe the joint statement, video was not acquired from relevant sources and what was available was not prepared for evidence. No expert testimony was developed or solicited.
Florence Cioffi. Secretary with Frenkel & Co. Survivor of the WTC attack back on 9/11. Lucky back in 2001 to be downstairs getting coffee.
NEW YORK Criminal Court
Docket 2008NY007146
Defendant ANDERSON, GEORGE W
Law Code and Code Section/Subsection
VTL 600.2A 2A
Charge Detail
A Misdemeanor, 1 count, Not an arrest charge, Not an arraignment charge
Description: LEAVE INJURY ACCIDENT - PRIOR
Charge added to case on: January 7, 2009
Law Code and Code Section/Subsection
VTL 600.2A 2A
Charge Detail
D Felony, 1 count, Arrest charge, Arraignment charge
Description: LEAVE INJURY ACCIDENT- PRIOR
Disposition/Sentence
REDUCED TO THE PLED TO CHARGE
*** NOTE ::: Leaving the Scene of a Fatality Accident is a MANDATORY FELONY in New York State. ***
Disposition/Sentence
Law Code and Code Section/Subsection
VTL 1192.3 03
Charge Detail
Unclassified Misdemeanor, 1 count, Not an arrest charge, Arraignment charge
Description: OP MV WHILE INTOXICATED 1
Disposition/Sentence
PLED GUILTY
Law Code and Code Section/Subsection
PL 125.10 00
Charge Detail
E Felony, 1 count, Arrest charge, Arraignment charge
Description: CRMNALLY NGLIGENT HMICIDE
Disposition/Sentence
DISMISSED
Law Code and Code Section/Subsection
PL 125.12 02 *** TOP CHARGE ***
Charge Detail
D Felony, 1 count, Arrest charge, Arraignment charge
Description: VEH MANSLTR-2ND: MV W/HAZ MAT
Disposition/Sentence
DISMISSED
*** NOTE ::: Felony RECKLESS ENDANGERMENT, First Degree, is differentiated by DEPRAVED INDIFFERENCE -- which includes not rendering assistance as with Leaving the Scene of a Fatality Accident. ***
*** NOTE ::: MANSLAUGHTER dismissed. RECKLESS ENDANGERMENT not added. ***
Prosecutor-Defense Attorney statement quoted
If this ADA David Hammer gets this bizarre plea deal through Court, come Friday, February 27th, then George Anderson walks with two relatively minor Misdemeanors. Eight weekends and the price of four Yankees tickets. He keeps his drivers license.
Anderson getting in that SUV drunk, then driving at 60 mph is legally parallel to firing a gun randomly in the city.
These DISMISSED dispositions are not final until the Court rules dependent on the February 27th hearing.
Legal minimums with DUI and Reckless Endangerment with a fatality is a year in prison. Maximum on the very least of the supported charges would be 2 1/3 years. Normal sentencing for a DUI killing starts at 2 years. Leaving the Scene of the fatal accident increases the sentence.
Pursuant to Penal Law § 120.25, "a person is guilty of reckless endangerment in the first degree when, under circumstances evincing a depraved indifference to human life, he recklessly engages in conduct which creates a grave risk of death to another person".
Reckless Endangerment in the first degree is a Class D felony.
NY State Penal Code as cited at NY Criminal Defense Lawyer Blog
Getting in the drivers seat drunk, going 60 mph up Water Street, and then leaving the scene of the fatal accident -- that pretty much defines reckless endangerment with depraved indifference.
Lord knows if this prosecutor Hammer is on the take. Or his bosses.
wcbstv.com/topstories/odd.hit.and.2.904727.html
www.nydailynews.com/news/ny_crime/2009/01/10/2009-01-10_only_16_days_for_dui_slay-1.html
www.newsday.com/business/ny-bzexec0109,0,7914663.story -- cached at google
www.pulledover.com/National-DWI-News-Links/2009/01/wall-street-exec-sentenced-to-16-days.html
Failure to prosecute Wall Street royalty -- a terrible disease. Indeed, this echos the carriage scene from "A Tale of Two Cities."
The complaint had sometimes made itself audible, even in that deaf city and dumb age, that, in the narrow streets without footways, the fierce patrician custom of hard driving endangered and maimed the mere vulgar in a barbarous manner. But, few cared enough for that to think of it a second time, and, in this matter, as in all others, the common wretches were left to get out of their difficulties as they could.
With a wild rattle and clatter, and an inhuman abandonment of consideration not easy to be understood in these days, the carriage dashed through streets and swept round corners, with women screaming before it, and men clutching each other and clutching children out of its way. At last, swooping at a street corner by a fountain, one of its wheels came to a sickening little jolt, and there was a loud cry from a number of voices, and the horses reared and plunged.
But for the latter inconvenience, the carriage probably would not have stopped; carriages were often known to drive on, and leave their wounded behind, and why not? But the frightened valet had got down in a hurry, and there were twenty hands at the horses' bridles.
"What has gone wrong?" said Monsieur, calmly looking out.
A tall man in a nightcap had caught up a bundle from among the feet of the horses, and had laid it on the basement of the fountain, and was down in the mud and wet, howling over it like a wild animal.
"Pardon, Monsieur the Marquis!" said a ragged and submissive man, "it is a child."
"Why does he make that abominable noise? Is it his child?"
"Excuse me, Monsieur the Marquis -- it is a pity -- yes."
The fountain was a little removed; for the street opened, where it was, into a space some ten or twelve yards square. As the tall man suddenly got up from the ground, and came running at the carriage, Monsieur the Marquis clapped his hand for an instant on his sword-hilt.
"Killed!" shrieked the man, in wild desperation, extending both arms at their length above his head, and staring at him. "Dead!"
The people closed round, and looked at Monsieur the Marquis. There was nothing revealed by the many eyes that looked at him but watchfulness and eagerness; there was no visible menacing or anger. Neither did the people say anything; after the first cry, they had been silent, and they remained so. The voice of the submissive man who had spoken, was flat and tame in its extreme submission. Monsieur the Marquis ran his eyes over them all, as if they had been mere rats come out of their holes.
He took out his purse.
"It is extraordinary to me," said he, "that you people cannot take care of yourselves and your children. One or the other of you is for ever in the way. How do I know what injury you have done my horses. See! Give him that."
He threw out a gold coin for the valet to pick up, and all the heads craned forward that all the eyes might look down at it as it fell. The tall man called out again with a most unearthly cry, "Dead!"
He was arrested by the quick arrival of another man, for whom the rest made way. On seeing him, the miserable creature fell upon his shoulder, sobbing and crying, and pointing to the fountain, where some women were stooping over the motionless bundle, and moving gently about it. They were as silent, however, as the men.
"I know all, I know all," said the last comer. "Be a brave man, my Gaspard! It is better for the poor little plaything to die so, than to live.
We beg your pity. We miserable creatures.