June 9, 2025 • 33 mins
Brooklyn’s Sunset Park is a tight-knit neighbourhood, where families share meals, traditions, and the quiet rhythm of daily life. But on one October night in 2013, that quiet was shattered—when blood-curdling screams echoed down 57th Street, piercing the stillness and drawing neighbours to their windows.
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Sunset Park is a diverse, working class neighborhood in the
southwestern part of Brooklyn in New York City. It overlooks
the New York Harbor, offering a panoramic view of the
Statue of Liberty, Lower Manhattan and the distant Verrazano Bridge.
Over the year, Sunset Park has become a cultural move
but it's especially known for its thriving Chinese immigrant community
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along Eighth Avenue, which is often dubbed Brooklyn's Chinatown. Signs
in Mandarin and Cantonese line the streets. Dumpling shops, herbal
medicine stores, and bussing seafruit markets gave the neighborhood its
distinct identity. Here, many immigrant families chase the American dream,
holding tight to tradition while building new lives in the
city that never sleeps. For the most part, Sunset Park
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is known as a tight knit, relatively quiet area. Families
gather in the namesake park for Tai chay at dawn
or barbecue this summer. But on the night of Saturday,
the twenty sixth of October two thousand and thirteen, that
sense of normalcy was shattered. It was a crisp fall evening,
and as the sun dipped behind the city skyline, the
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streets began to quiet. The hum of traffic faded, replaced
by the low murmur of television behind closed doors and
the occasional bark of a dog. Then, without warning, that
silence was pierced by a chilling sound, screams echoing from
inside a home on fifty seventh Street near Eighth Avenue.
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When Yeelin Zoo arrived in New York City in the
early two thousands, he didn't carry much more than hope.
His English was fractured, his connections scarce, and his future uncertain.
But like so many others before him, he had been
promised something bigger than himself, a shot at the American dream.
Yelin came from a modest village in China. His childhood
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was quiet, but that quiet was shattered when he was
just twelve years old. His father died suddenly, and with
him went any semblance of stability the family once had.
In the years that followed, the family clung to survival,
and when Yielen ridged daddlehood, they placed all of their
faith in him. With little more than desperation to guide them,
the family borrowed tens of thousands of dollars from relatives
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and friends. The money wasn't for college, or a business
or a home. It was for a smuggler, a human
trafficker also known as a snakehead. Snakeheads with the underworld's
answer to immigration control, organized criminal networks who specialized in
sneaking men and women out of China and into cities
like New York. The price was steep. For Yengland, the
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cost was forty thousand dollars and every cent of it
came with risk. There weren't any guarantees, only whispers of
opportunity and prosperity. But more than that, there was judy,
the kind of duty that gets passed on like heirlooms
and families, unspoken yet deeply understood. Being smuggled into the
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United States wasn't an easy fate. A typical trip could
last months and involved moving from China to Hong Kong
on the boats to tie Lander, Malaysia, before eventually boarding
cargo ships or hidden compartments in planes bond for South
America or Mexico. From there, migrants would travel northwards by foot,
bus or hidden in trucks, often at enormous personal risk.
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Families would pay tens of thousands of dollars, indebting themselves
for generations. In return, they expected the young men and
women they sent abroad to succeed, to find work, send
remittance's home, and eventually bring the family over. Heland's journey
across borders and oceans ended not in luxury, but in
a small, grasy takeout kitchen tucked between laundromats and dollar
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stores in Queens Best Walk. Wasn't glamorous, but it was work,
and work for Yeling was everything. He was just twenty
one years old. He worked long shifts, often past midnight,
sharing a cramped room behind the restaurant with other workers
just like him. But despite the noise, the grace and
the aching exhaustion, Healing kept his said down. He was determined.
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This life was a stepping stone, and he believed that
something better would come. Dating in a city like New
York was complicated. Yalen had little time and even less energy.
So when his mother reached out from China with a proposal,
Elyn said yes. She knew a family, good people with
the daughter named Chao Jin Lie. She was kind, quiet,
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and strong in ways that mattered the arrangement. Wasn't uncommon.
Love could come later, and eventually it did. Choo arrived
in New York City not long after their introduction. Together,
they built something that resembled a life. They settled in
Sunset Park, Brooklyn, of ibrant immigrant community, where mandarin signs
hung above bakery and children played on stoops. Over the years,
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their home filled with the sound of children, first Linda
dny Amy, then Kevin, and finally baby William. Four small lives,
each a thread in the fabric of the family's new beginning.
But comfort came slowly. To cut down on the hour
long commute back and forth between Brooklyn and Queen's, Elin
stayed near the restaurant most nights of the week. His
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boss provided shared accommodation for the employees, a small bedroom
above the kitchen, barely big enough to stretch out in.
Every Sunday night, like clockwork, Elin came home. He'd entered
the front door in the quiet, dark, shoes kicked off
at the threshold. He'd peek in on the kids, fast
asleep in their beds. It wasn't easy, but it was working.
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With both of them pulling every ounce of strength into
their family. They managed to pay back the snakehead defts.
They earned legal status, something which was a monumental milestone.
While other families sent their children back to China for
easier caretaking, Chao chose to stay. She devoted herself to
their home, raising the children, while Yeelin worked all ours
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available to keep things afloat. The house they lived in
was two stories tall. It was modest, but it was theirs.
To make ends mate, they rented part of it to relatives,
a common practice among immigrant families trying to carve out
a place in a city that rarely made room for them.
The children thrived in the room ways. Linda, at nine
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years old, was shy but curious. Amy, who was seven,
had laughed at Caulfiller room. Kevin, who was five, was
small for his age but fast on his feet, and
Bobby William, barely one year old, had just begun to toddle.
They were the American dream in motion, gritty, exhausted but real.
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But dreams have a way of twisting in the dark.
Yi Lynn wasn't alone in chasing the shimmer of a
bettered life. His cousin Ming Dong Chen had come to
America in much the same way, smuggled across the ocean.
He was just sixteen years old when he made the
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journey nearly a decade earlier. But while Elen's path had
been slow and steady, paved with sweat and sacrifice, Mingdong's
had unraveled in many ways. The two men were mirrors,
same origin, same blood line, but their reflections couldn't have
looked more different. While Yleen stood behind a hot, walking queen,
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sending money home and building a family, Mingdong floated. He
bounced between dead end jobs, unable or unwilling to stem
in one place. Dishwasher, delivery boy, prep cook. He tried
them all, but nothing stuck, and when the jobs dried up,
Mingdong found himself in the shadowy corners of the city.
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Illegal gambling parlors became his second home. Tucked away behind
shuttered storefronts and metal road gates, they buzzed with desperation
and dimfluorescent lights. There, Mingdong would sit for ours, feeding
dollar bills into rigged machines and hoping for a miracle,
but the jackpots never came. Instead, he left each night
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with less than he started and rage pulsing in his hands.
Friend said that they had a temper tony Chen, a
fellow gambler, said that it wasn't uncommon to see Ming
Dong point his fists against the machine. When he lost,
his face would flush, his eyes would darken, and for
a moment, it seemed like he was ready to shatter
the world Bachum in China, Ming Doong's family watched from Afar,
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and they were heart broken. His father Chen had sacrificed
nearly one hundred thousand dollars to get his only son
into the United States. It was everything they had. The
weight of that expectation pressed on Mindong like a stone.
He often posted his thoughts to cuzon a Chinese social
media platform. One post read why is the pressure now
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For a moment, though there was a glimmer of hope,
Mingdong became engaged. He'd met a woman and the future
seemed to be taking shape. His friend here Dong Chen
recalled a friend introduced him to the girlfriend a few
years ago for the purpose of marriage. Mingdong even paid
the bride price, a tradition that among Brooklyn's fusionisee community
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can cost upwards of fifty thousand dollars, But just as
quickly as she appeared, she vanished. It had been a scam,
one of many that preyed on vulnerable men in Mingdong's position,
and it broke him. He posted online, looking at one
couple after the next, why do I feel so lonely?
I want to shout out loud, I love you he
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told his friend Irding, my girlfriend. I can't believe she
left with my money. I want to kill her. So
by the fall of two thousand and thirteen, Mingdong was spiraling.
He was broke, humiliated, and gripped by the growing sense
that life was leaving him behind. So he turned to
the only people who had ever extended him any kindness,
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Yeelin and Jow. He showed up at their home in
Sunset Park. He had watched from a distance as Yelin
and Show built a life that he could only dream of.
A warm house, children who smiled in foot graphs, a
wife who waited at the window every Sunday night. It
was everything he wanted, but everything he didn't have. Still,
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Yalen didn't hesitate. He offered his cousin a meal and
then a bed. That's who Yealen was quietly generous, always
believing that if somebody just had a little bit of stability,
a little bit of kindness, they could get back on
their feet. He hoped that this time things would be different,
that Ming Dong would find a job he could hold down,
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that maybe finally he would move forward. October twenty sixth
twenty and thirteen, was a Saturday. Just like any other,
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the Shaw household followed its usual routine. Elen was away
at work, cooking, laid in the night at the takeout shop,
and Queen's Chao was at home in Sunset Park doing
what she always did, caring for the children. That evening,
she made them dinner, something simple and warm. The television
buzzed in the background as the children played and curled
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up on the couch. But there was one thing that
wasn't routine. Mingdong Chen. He was still living there. Chao
had tried, she really had. She welcomed him in, set
him a place at the table, tolerated the silence and
the soar expressions. But he wasn't like her husband. He
was restless, angry and unpredictable. He smoked marijuana and drank alcohol,
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and she didn't like having them around the children. And
that night something changed. Chao tried calling her husband that
night as she grew uneasy with Ming Dong, but the
phone just rang and rang. He probably couldn't hear it
over the hustle and bustle of the takeout kitchen. Chao
then reached out halfway across the world to her mother
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in law in China, and on the other end of
the line, Yilin's mother heard the panic in her voice. Immediately,
Chao was frightened. Her voice shook as she explained what
had happened. She said that Ming Dong had slapped one
of the children, that she had screamed at him, and
he picked up a meat cleaver. Her mother in law
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could hear the children crying in the background. The line
then went silent before Chao screamed, he's coming with the knife,
and just like that, the line went dead. Thousands of
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miles away. Elin's mother clutched the phone helpless. She tried
calling her son again, over and over, but it just
rang and drank. Back in Brooklyn, the air was cool
and quiet. That peace was shattered sometime around nine forty five,
deafening screams could be heard coming from a home on
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ninth Avenue and fifty seventh Street. It came from the
Shao residence, but strangely, nobody thought too much of it,
at least not at first. This wasn't the first time
that raised voices had drifted through the walls. One neighbor
would later say, the family would fight a lot. They'd
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yell at night. Ten pm eleven pm. It wasn't unusual,
but this time was different. Meanwhile, across the borough, Elan's
mother had gotten through to her daughter, who lived just
blocks away from the family. She explained the terrifying phone
call and asked if she could check in. So Shao,
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sister in law, and her husband got into the car
and drove through the sleepy streets of Brooklyn. When they
arrived at the home, the lights were on. That at
least was reassuring. They knocked, but there was no answer.
They knocked again, but nothing. They stood there for several seconds,
and then the front door creaked open. A man stood there.
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He was covered in blood and they didn't recognize him.
After confronting the man at the family's home, their relatives
immediately called nine one one. Police were nearby, just a
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few blocks away, handling an unrelated matter. When the dispatcher's
voice cut through the radio, the officers rerooted immediately, tire
screeching as they tore down the quiet Brooklyn streets. They
arrived at the family's home in minutes. Their red and
blue lights flashed against the concrete buildings of Sunset Park.
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The door to the home stood ajar and as they
approached with their guns drawn. There was a stillness that
didn't feel right. They pushed the door open. Immediately they
could smell blood. Standing inside the narrow hallway, just past
the threshold was mingdong Chen. His hands were dripping red
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and his clothing was soaked. Blood was caked beneath his fingernails,
spattered across his face. He didn't run, he didn't hesitate. Instead,
he looked at the officers and said, in a flat tone,
I know I'm done. He was arrested on the spot.
Officers then entered the family's home with tactical precision, but
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nothing could have prepared them for what they found next.
Inside the home, it looked like a war zone. There
was blood everywhere, the walls, the floors, even the ceiling.
The door to the back bedroom was ajar There in
that little room, filled with toys and sticker covered furniture,
were the bodies of Linda, Amy and William. They were
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still wearing their bedtime clothing, our two in pajamas, soft fleece,
tiny socks. Each of them had been stabbed multiple times.
Their throats and necks were slashed so violently, and there
was no saving them. But the officer's grim search wasn't over.
A trail of bloody footprints led them to the kitchen,
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where the seine was just as horrific. Lying motionless on
the floor with Shao and Kevin, her five year old son.
Beside them was a blood stained meat cleaver. Chao was
curled slightly on her side, as if trying to shield
her son. Kevin's small body was next to hers, limp,
with his bright pajamas staying nearly black, But somehow they
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were both still breathing, just barely. Paramedics rushed to the seine,
pushing through the chaos with stretchers and adrenaline. They were
both rushed to the hospital, but both were pronounced dead
on arrival. Back at Sunset Park, where had traveled quickly,
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something terrible had happened in the Shoe residents neighbors spilled
out onto the sidewalks in their slippers and pajamas, drawn
by the sirens and the shouts, and there among them
stood the man at the center of it all, mingdong Chen.
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outbursts subsided, Ming Dong jen was taken into a small
interrogation room. He sat hunched at the metal table, hands
shackled and face drawn. A Mandarin translator was called in
as Ming Dong spoke no English. It was here, in
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this quiet, windowless room that the motive behind this unimaginable
massacre began to unravel. Ming Dong spoke softly at first,
the words came slowly, filtered through a translator. He said,
this happened tonight because I was thinking about not having
a wife and a job. My friends were all doing well.
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I am in this situation with no wife and no job.
To detectives, it sounded less like a confession and more
like a lament, a man spiraling into the echo chamber
of his own failures. But then his tone shifted, became darker.
He said that the detectives, I thought they were using
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me to get a green card. There was no evidence
of that. In fact, the family had already secured legal
status years earlier through long hours of work and sacrifice.
But to Ming Dong, consumed by jealousy and inadequacy, logic
no longer mattered. He then complained about the children. He muttered,
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her kids, tell me do this? Do that. He seemed
almost embarrassed, like a man stripped of all pride. But
then oddly, he added, I didn't have any problems with Shao.
Detectives pressed further, they asked what had happened in the
days leading up to the murders. Mingdong explained that Yelin
and Chao had tried to help him find another place
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to live. It even secured a room for him in Flushing, Queens,
a bustling enclave for many Chinese immigrants, but Mingdong had refused.
He explained, it's a majong spot. I don't like staying
there because it's too loud. Then his voice grew colder
as he said, so, I argued, and I took a
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knife to them. The next morning, at Brooklyn Criminal Court,
Mingdong chen made his first appearance. He was dressed in
oversized blue sweats, with his hair messy and un kemp.
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His expression was blank. His wrists were shackled as he
stood before the judge. He was formerly charged with five
coinns of murder and assault of a police officer, stemming
from his outburst at the precinct. His court appointed attorney,
danielle Ady, told reporters that her client had sustained injuries
while in police custody shouldn't elaborate further other than to
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point at the bruise on his head. The judge then
ordered that Mingdong beheld without bail. Outside of court, reporters
gathered passer by paused to ask what had happened. The
horror was beginning to ripple from sunset Park to every
corner of the city and beyond. Chief of Department Philip
Banks spoke with the media later that day and said
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it's a scene you'll never forget. The next week, a
grand jury handed down five first degree murder indictments. Additional
charges included five counts of second degree murder, resisting arrest,
and an attempt at assault, all tied to Mingdong's behavior
after the massacre. But while the legal system moved forward,
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the Chau family prepared for an unbearable task laying their
loved ones to rest. On the tenth of November, mourners
gathered at the Ralph Avioli and Son Funeral Home and
Sunset Park. Inside four caskets were displayed. Linda, who was
just nine years old, was buried with her pink backpack
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nestled beside her. Her younger brothers, Kevin and William, were
so young so small that they were placed together in
a single white casket. At the front of the funeral home,
a table held offerings of fruit and wine, a gesture
to honor the dead. In the reception area, a fireplace
glowed and guests tossed square sheets of toss paper into
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the flames. It was a traditional act, meant to send
money and blessings to loved ones in the afterlife. And
then the procession began. As the coffins were slowly carried out,
Yielding clung to a yellow candle, its flame flickering in
the autumn breeze. In his other hand, he held a
framed family portrait, now a painful room of all that
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had been lost. His face, which was already weathered from
years of hard work, was crumpled in grief. He didn't speak,
he didn't need to. In Sunset Park, where much of
Brooklyn's Chinese immigration population lived, the news spread quickly. Vigils
were held at local temples and parks. Strangers left offerings
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of white chrysanthemums outside the family's building, a symbol of
mourning in Chinese culture. From many, the murders weren't just
a personal tragedy, but a shattering of the fragile safety
they believed they had found in their adopted country. Two
days later, Elin stood in court once more, this time
across the room from the man who had destroyed his life.
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Mingdong Chen was there again, looking distant, almost detached. The
hearing was brief. The judge ordered a psychiatric evaluation to
determine whether he was mentally fit to stand trial. There
was no state from the defense, no please of remorse
from the accused, only silence. In January, the case against
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Mingdong Chen came to a halt. It was announced in
court that he was suffering from mental illness, one that
rendered him unfit to proceed with his criminal case. The
exact nature of the illness was never disclosed. The judge
ordered that Mingdong be transported to an impatient psychiatric facility,
where he would receive treatment until such a time he
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could be deemed competent. There, behind locked doors and hospital walls,
the man who had shattered a family would disappear from
public view. For months. Nothing more was heard, no motions,
no developments. Than in May, Mingdong returned to court it
was determined that he had improved enough to stand trial.
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As this announcement was made, each Chen, the children's grandmother,
could no longer contain her grief. She stood up in
the courtroom gallery and cried out in Mandarin, how could
you do that? Why did you kill her? Her voice
cracked with anguish. She had to be removed from the courtroom,
and once in the hallway, she fainted from the weight
of it all. Inside, the proceedings carried on. Supreme Court
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Justice Vincent Dell Goddess addressed the courtroom and said, the
court is in possession of a report that indicates that
the defendant is combetant to proceed. But progress stalled once more.
In April the next year, it was announced that Mingdong
had relapsed. His mental condition had deteriorated, and once more
he was declared unfit to stand trial. Then in October
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the case took a final turn. Mingdong Chen returned to court,
this time not to contest his charges, but to accept them.
A plea deal had been reached. He pleaded guilty to
five kinds of murder and manslaughter in exchange for as
sentence of at LEAs least one hundred and twenty five
years in prison. As the details of the murders were
read aloud, the courtroom sad in heavy silence. But even
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as the facts were presented, one thing remained unanswered. What
exactly set Mingdong off. The judge, perhaps sensing the futility
and seeking a rational explanation, said simply, the question is
why he do these things? It really doesn't matter much.
The plea deal, the court later revealed, was not out
of mercy for the defendant, but to spare yeeleen, to
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shield him from having to endure a full trial, to
really live moment by moment the night that his world
was destroyed. Assistant District Attorney Mark Hale stated, we wanted
him to publicly admit what he had done, and we
wanted to close this chapter for the family. Two weeks later,
Ming Dong was formally sentenced. He showed very little emotion
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outside of the courtroom. District Attorney Kent thomas and spoke
to reporters and said, this defendant's vicious and sadistic attack
makes him completely unfit to remain in society. He will
now spend the rest of his life behind bars, while
we will never know what drove him to commit these murders.
I hope that this sentence will offer this graving family
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some measure of comfort. But no sentence, no number of years,
could rewrite what had been lost. Five lives stolen in
a single night. A mother who worked hard to build
a life in a new country, children with dreams and
drawings and bedtime routines. A father who left a full
home that morning and returned to an empty one and
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a family who would never be whole again. Well, Bessie's
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Sunset Park is a diverse, working class neighborhood in the
southwestern part of Brooklyn in New York City. It overlooks
the New York Harbor, offering a panoramic view of the
Statue of Liberty, Lower Manhattan and the distant Verrazano Bridge.
Over the year, Sunset Park has become a cultural move
but it's especially known for its thriving Chinese immigrant community
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along Eighth Avenue, which is often dubbed Brooklyn's Chinatown. Signs
in Mandarin and Cantonese line the streets. Dumpling shops, herbal
medicine stores, and bussing seafruit markets gave the neighborhood its
distinct identity. Here, many immigrant families chase the American dream,
holding tight to tradition while building new lives in the
city that never sleeps. For the most part, Sunset Park
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is known as a tight knit, relatively quiet area. Families
gather in the namesake park for Tai chay at dawn
or barbecue this summer. But on the night of Saturday,
the twenty sixth of October two thousand and thirteen, that
sense of normalcy was shattered. It was a crisp fall evening,
and as the sun dipped behind the city skyline, the
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streets began to quiet. The hum of traffic faded, replaced
by the low murmur of television behind closed doors and
the occasional bark of a dog. Then, without warning, that
silence was pierced by a chilling sound, screams echoing from
inside a home on fifty seventh Street near Eighth Avenue.
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When Yeelin Zoo arrived in New York City in the
early two thousands, he didn't carry much more than hope.
His English was fractured, his connections scarce, and his future uncertain.
But like so many others before him, he had been
promised something bigger than himself, a shot at the American dream.
Yelin came from a modest village in China. His childhood
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was quiet, but that quiet was shattered when he was
just twelve years old. His father died suddenly, and with
him went any semblance of stability the family once had.
In the years that followed, the family clung to survival,
and when Yielen ridged daddlehood, they placed all of their
faith in him. With little more than desperation to guide them,
the family borrowed tens of thousands of dollars from relatives
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and friends. The money wasn't for college, or a business
or a home. It was for a smuggler, a human
trafficker also known as a snakehead. Snakeheads with the underworld's
answer to immigration control, organized criminal networks who specialized in
sneaking men and women out of China and into cities
like New York. The price was steep. For Yengland, the
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cost was forty thousand dollars and every cent of it
came with risk. There weren't any guarantees, only whispers of
opportunity and prosperity. But more than that, there was judy,
the kind of duty that gets passed on like heirlooms
and families, unspoken yet deeply understood. Being smuggled into the
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United States wasn't an easy fate. A typical trip could
last months and involved moving from China to Hong Kong
on the boats to tie Lander, Malaysia, before eventually boarding
cargo ships or hidden compartments in planes bond for South
America or Mexico. From there, migrants would travel northwards by foot,
bus or hidden in trucks, often at enormous personal risk.
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Families would pay tens of thousands of dollars, indebting themselves
for generations. In return, they expected the young men and
women they sent abroad to succeed, to find work, send
remittance's home, and eventually bring the family over. Heland's journey
across borders and oceans ended not in luxury, but in
a small, grasy takeout kitchen tucked between laundromats and dollar
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stores in Queens Best Walk. Wasn't glamorous, but it was work,
and work for Yeling was everything. He was just twenty
one years old. He worked long shifts, often past midnight,
sharing a cramped room behind the restaurant with other workers
just like him. But despite the noise, the grace and
the aching exhaustion, Healing kept his said down. He was determined.
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This life was a stepping stone, and he believed that
something better would come. Dating in a city like New
York was complicated. Yalen had little time and even less energy.
So when his mother reached out from China with a proposal,
Elyn said yes. She knew a family, good people with
the daughter named Chao Jin Lie. She was kind, quiet,
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and strong in ways that mattered the arrangement. Wasn't uncommon.
Love could come later, and eventually it did. Choo arrived
in New York City not long after their introduction. Together,
they built something that resembled a life. They settled in
Sunset Park, Brooklyn, of ibrant immigrant community, where mandarin signs
hung above bakery and children played on stoops. Over the years,
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their home filled with the sound of children, first Linda
dny Amy, then Kevin, and finally baby William. Four small lives,
each a thread in the fabric of the family's new beginning.
But comfort came slowly. To cut down on the hour
long commute back and forth between Brooklyn and Queen's, Elin
stayed near the restaurant most nights of the week. His
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boss provided shared accommodation for the employees, a small bedroom
above the kitchen, barely big enough to stretch out in.
Every Sunday night, like clockwork, Elin came home. He'd entered
the front door in the quiet, dark, shoes kicked off
at the threshold. He'd peek in on the kids, fast
asleep in their beds. It wasn't easy, but it was working.
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With both of them pulling every ounce of strength into
their family. They managed to pay back the snakehead defts.
They earned legal status, something which was a monumental milestone.
While other families sent their children back to China for
easier caretaking, Chao chose to stay. She devoted herself to
their home, raising the children, while Yeelin worked all ours
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available to keep things afloat. The house they lived in
was two stories tall. It was modest, but it was theirs.
To make ends mate, they rented part of it to relatives,
a common practice among immigrant families trying to carve out
a place in a city that rarely made room for them.
The children thrived in the room ways. Linda, at nine
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years old, was shy but curious. Amy, who was seven,
had laughed at Caulfiller room. Kevin, who was five, was
small for his age but fast on his feet, and
Bobby William, barely one year old, had just begun to toddle.
They were the American dream in motion, gritty, exhausted but real.
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But dreams have a way of twisting in the dark.
Yi Lynn wasn't alone in chasing the shimmer of a
bettered life. His cousin Ming Dong Chen had come to
America in much the same way, smuggled across the ocean.
He was just sixteen years old when he made the
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journey nearly a decade earlier. But while Elen's path had
been slow and steady, paved with sweat and sacrifice, Mingdong's
had unraveled in many ways. The two men were mirrors,
same origin, same blood line, but their reflections couldn't have
looked more different. While Yleen stood behind a hot, walking queen,
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sending money home and building a family, Mingdong floated. He
bounced between dead end jobs, unable or unwilling to stem
in one place. Dishwasher, delivery boy, prep cook. He tried
them all, but nothing stuck, and when the jobs dried up,
Mingdong found himself in the shadowy corners of the city.
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Illegal gambling parlors became his second home. Tucked away behind
shuttered storefronts and metal road gates, they buzzed with desperation
and dimfluorescent lights. There, Mingdong would sit for ours, feeding
dollar bills into rigged machines and hoping for a miracle,
but the jackpots never came. Instead, he left each night
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with less than he started and rage pulsing in his hands.
Friend said that they had a temper tony Chen, a
fellow gambler, said that it wasn't uncommon to see Ming
Dong point his fists against the machine. When he lost,
his face would flush, his eyes would darken, and for
a moment, it seemed like he was ready to shatter
the world Bachum in China, Ming Doong's family watched from Afar,
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and they were heart broken. His father Chen had sacrificed
nearly one hundred thousand dollars to get his only son
into the United States. It was everything they had. The
weight of that expectation pressed on Mindong like a stone.
He often posted his thoughts to cuzon a Chinese social
media platform. One post read why is the pressure now
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For a moment, though there was a glimmer of hope,
Mingdong became engaged. He'd met a woman and the future
seemed to be taking shape. His friend here Dong Chen
recalled a friend introduced him to the girlfriend a few
years ago for the purpose of marriage. Mingdong even paid
the bride price, a tradition that among Brooklyn's fusionisee community
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can cost upwards of fifty thousand dollars, But just as
quickly as she appeared, she vanished. It had been a scam,
one of many that preyed on vulnerable men in Mingdong's position,
and it broke him. He posted online, looking at one
couple after the next, why do I feel so lonely?
I want to shout out loud, I love you he
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told his friend Irding, my girlfriend. I can't believe she
left with my money. I want to kill her. So
by the fall of two thousand and thirteen, Mingdong was spiraling.
He was broke, humiliated, and gripped by the growing sense
that life was leaving him behind. So he turned to
the only people who had ever extended him any kindness,
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Yeelin and Jow. He showed up at their home in
Sunset Park. He had watched from a distance as Yelin
and Show built a life that he could only dream of.
A warm house, children who smiled in foot graphs, a
wife who waited at the window every Sunday night. It
was everything he wanted, but everything he didn't have. Still,
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Yalen didn't hesitate. He offered his cousin a meal and
then a bed. That's who Yealen was quietly generous, always
believing that if somebody just had a little bit of stability,
a little bit of kindness, they could get back on
their feet. He hoped that this time things would be different,
that Ming Dong would find a job he could hold down,
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that maybe finally he would move forward. October twenty sixth
twenty and thirteen, was a Saturday. Just like any other,
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the Shaw household followed its usual routine. Elen was away
at work, cooking, laid in the night at the takeout shop,
and Queen's Chao was at home in Sunset Park doing
what she always did, caring for the children. That evening,
she made them dinner, something simple and warm. The television
buzzed in the background as the children played and curled
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up on the couch. But there was one thing that
wasn't routine. Mingdong Chen. He was still living there. Chao
had tried, she really had. She welcomed him in, set
him a place at the table, tolerated the silence and
the soar expressions. But he wasn't like her husband. He
was restless, angry and unpredictable. He smoked marijuana and drank alcohol,
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and she didn't like having them around the children. And
that night something changed. Chao tried calling her husband that
night as she grew uneasy with Ming Dong, but the
phone just rang and rang. He probably couldn't hear it
over the hustle and bustle of the takeout kitchen. Chao
then reached out halfway across the world to her mother
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in law in China, and on the other end of
the line, Yilin's mother heard the panic in her voice. Immediately,
Chao was frightened. Her voice shook as she explained what
had happened. She said that Ming Dong had slapped one
of the children, that she had screamed at him, and
he picked up a meat cleaver. Her mother in law
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could hear the children crying in the background. The line
then went silent before Chao screamed, he's coming with the knife,
and just like that, the line went dead. Thousands of
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miles away. Elin's mother clutched the phone helpless. She tried
calling her son again, over and over, but it just
rang and drank. Back in Brooklyn, the air was cool
and quiet. That peace was shattered sometime around nine forty five,
deafening screams could be heard coming from a home on
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ninth Avenue and fifty seventh Street. It came from the
Shao residence, but strangely, nobody thought too much of it,
at least not at first. This wasn't the first time
that raised voices had drifted through the walls. One neighbor
would later say, the family would fight a lot. They'd
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yell at night. Ten pm eleven pm. It wasn't unusual,
but this time was different. Meanwhile, across the borough, Elan's
mother had gotten through to her daughter, who lived just
blocks away from the family. She explained the terrifying phone
call and asked if she could check in. So Shao,
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sister in law, and her husband got into the car
and drove through the sleepy streets of Brooklyn. When they
arrived at the home, the lights were on. That at
least was reassuring. They knocked, but there was no answer.
They knocked again, but nothing. They stood there for several seconds,
and then the front door creaked open. A man stood there.
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He was covered in blood and they didn't recognize him.
After confronting the man at the family's home, their relatives
immediately called nine one one. Police were nearby, just a
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few blocks away, handling an unrelated matter. When the dispatcher's
voice cut through the radio, the officers rerooted immediately, tire
screeching as they tore down the quiet Brooklyn streets. They
arrived at the family's home in minutes. Their red and
blue lights flashed against the concrete buildings of Sunset Park.
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The door to the home stood ajar and as they
approached with their guns drawn. There was a stillness that
didn't feel right. They pushed the door open. Immediately they
could smell blood. Standing inside the narrow hallway, just past
the threshold was mingdong Chen. His hands were dripping red
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and his clothing was soaked. Blood was caked beneath his fingernails,
spattered across his face. He didn't run, he didn't hesitate. Instead,
he looked at the officers and said, in a flat tone,
I know I'm done. He was arrested on the spot.
Officers then entered the family's home with tactical precision, but
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nothing could have prepared them for what they found next.
Inside the home, it looked like a war zone. There
was blood everywhere, the walls, the floors, even the ceiling.
The door to the back bedroom was ajar There in
that little room, filled with toys and sticker covered furniture,
were the bodies of Linda, Amy and William. They were
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still wearing their bedtime clothing, our two in pajamas, soft fleece,
tiny socks. Each of them had been stabbed multiple times.
Their throats and necks were slashed so violently, and there
was no saving them. But the officer's grim search wasn't over.
A trail of bloody footprints led them to the kitchen,
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where the seine was just as horrific. Lying motionless on
the floor with Shao and Kevin, her five year old son.
Beside them was a blood stained meat cleaver. Chao was
curled slightly on her side, as if trying to shield
her son. Kevin's small body was next to hers, limp,
with his bright pajamas staying nearly black, But somehow they
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were both still breathing, just barely. Paramedics rushed to the seine,
pushing through the chaos with stretchers and adrenaline. They were
both rushed to the hospital, but both were pronounced dead
on arrival. Back at Sunset Park, where had traveled quickly,
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something terrible had happened in the Shoe residents neighbors spilled
out onto the sidewalks in their slippers and pajamas, drawn
by the sirens and the shouts, and there among them
stood the man at the center of it all, mingdong Chen.
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outbursts subsided, Ming Dong jen was taken into a small
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shackled and face drawn. A Mandarin translator was called in
as Ming Dong spoke no English. It was here, in
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this quiet, windowless room that the motive behind this unimaginable
massacre began to unravel. Ming Dong spoke softly at first,
the words came slowly, filtered through a translator. He said,
this happened tonight because I was thinking about not having
a wife and a job. My friends were all doing well.
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I am in this situation with no wife and no job.
To detectives, it sounded less like a confession and more
like a lament, a man spiraling into the echo chamber
of his own failures. But then his tone shifted, became darker.
He said that the detectives, I thought they were using
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me to get a green card. There was no evidence
of that. In fact, the family had already secured legal
status years earlier through long hours of work and sacrifice.
But to Ming Dong, consumed by jealousy and inadequacy, logic
no longer mattered. He then complained about the children. He muttered,
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her kids, tell me do this? Do that. He seemed
almost embarrassed, like a man stripped of all pride. But
then oddly, he added, I didn't have any problems with Shao.
Detectives pressed further, they asked what had happened in the
days leading up to the murders. Mingdong explained that Yelin
and Chao had tried to help him find another place
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to live. It even secured a room for him in Flushing, Queens,
a bustling enclave for many Chinese immigrants, but Mingdong had refused.
He explained, it's a majong spot. I don't like staying
there because it's too loud. Then his voice grew colder
as he said, so, I argued, and I took a
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knife to them. The next morning, at Brooklyn Criminal Court,
Mingdong chen made his first appearance. He was dressed in
oversized blue sweats, with his hair messy and un kemp.
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His expression was blank. His wrists were shackled as he
stood before the judge. He was formerly charged with five
coinns of murder and assault of a police officer, stemming
from his outburst at the precinct. His court appointed attorney,
danielle Ady, told reporters that her client had sustained injuries
while in police custody shouldn't elaborate further other than to
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point at the bruise on his head. The judge then
ordered that Mingdong beheld without bail. Outside of court, reporters
gathered passer by paused to ask what had happened. The
horror was beginning to ripple from sunset Park to every
corner of the city and beyond. Chief of Department Philip
Banks spoke with the media later that day and said
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it's a scene you'll never forget. The next week, a
grand jury handed down five first degree murder indictments. Additional
charges included five counts of second degree murder, resisting arrest,
and an attempt at assault, all tied to Mingdong's behavior
after the massacre. But while the legal system moved forward,
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the Chau family prepared for an unbearable task laying their
loved ones to rest. On the tenth of November, mourners
gathered at the Ralph Avioli and Son Funeral Home and
Sunset Park. Inside four caskets were displayed. Linda, who was
just nine years old, was buried with her pink backpack
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nestled beside her. Her younger brothers, Kevin and William, were
so young so small that they were placed together in
a single white casket. At the front of the funeral home,
a table held offerings of fruit and wine, a gesture
to honor the dead. In the reception area, a fireplace
glowed and guests tossed square sheets of toss paper into
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the flames. It was a traditional act, meant to send
money and blessings to loved ones in the afterlife. And
then the procession began. As the coffins were slowly carried out,
Yielding clung to a yellow candle, its flame flickering in
the autumn breeze. In his other hand, he held a
framed family portrait, now a painful room of all that
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had been lost. His face, which was already weathered from
years of hard work, was crumpled in grief. He didn't speak,
he didn't need to. In Sunset Park, where much of
Brooklyn's Chinese immigration population lived, the news spread quickly. Vigils
were held at local temples and parks. Strangers left offerings
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of white chrysanthemums outside the family's building, a symbol of
mourning in Chinese culture. From many, the murders weren't just
a personal tragedy, but a shattering of the fragile safety
they believed they had found in their adopted country. Two
days later, Elin stood in court once more, this time
across the room from the man who had destroyed his life.
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Mingdong Chen was there again, looking distant, almost detached. The
hearing was brief. The judge ordered a psychiatric evaluation to
determine whether he was mentally fit to stand trial. There
was no state from the defense, no please of remorse
from the accused, only silence. In January, the case against
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Mingdong Chen came to a halt. It was announced in
court that he was suffering from mental illness, one that
rendered him unfit to proceed with his criminal case. The
exact nature of the illness was never disclosed. The judge
ordered that Mingdong be transported to an impatient psychiatric facility,
where he would receive treatment until such a time he
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could be deemed competent. There, behind locked doors and hospital walls,
the man who had shattered a family would disappear from
public view. For months. Nothing more was heard, no motions,
no developments. Than in May, Mingdong returned to court it
was determined that he had improved enough to stand trial.
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As this announcement was made, each Chen, the children's grandmother,
could no longer contain her grief. She stood up in
the courtroom gallery and cried out in Mandarin, how could
you do that? Why did you kill her? Her voice
cracked with anguish. She had to be removed from the courtroom,
and once in the hallway, she fainted from the weight
of it all. Inside, the proceedings carried on. Supreme Court
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Justice Vincent Dell Goddess addressed the courtroom and said, the
court is in possession of a report that indicates that
the defendant is combetant to proceed. But progress stalled once more.
In April the next year, it was announced that Mingdong
had relapsed. His mental condition had deteriorated, and once more
he was declared unfit to stand trial. Then in October
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the case took a final turn. Mingdong Chen returned to court,
this time not to contest his charges, but to accept them.
A plea deal had been reached. He pleaded guilty to
five kinds of murder and manslaughter in exchange for as
sentence of at LEAs least one hundred and twenty five
years in prison. As the details of the murders were
read aloud, the courtroom sad in heavy silence. But even
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as the facts were presented, one thing remained unanswered. What
exactly set Mingdong off. The judge, perhaps sensing the futility
and seeking a rational explanation, said simply, the question is
why he do these things? It really doesn't matter much.
The plea deal, the court later revealed, was not out
of mercy for the defendant, but to spare yeeleen, to
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shield him from having to endure a full trial, to
really live moment by moment the night that his world
was destroyed. Assistant District Attorney Mark Hale stated, we wanted
him to publicly admit what he had done, and we
wanted to close this chapter for the family. Two weeks later,
Ming Dong was formally sentenced. He showed very little emotion
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outside of the courtroom. District Attorney Kent thomas and spoke
to reporters and said, this defendant's vicious and sadistic attack
makes him completely unfit to remain in society. He will
now spend the rest of his life behind bars, while
we will never know what drove him to commit these murders.
I hope that this sentence will offer this graving family
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some measure of comfort. But no sentence, no number of years,
could rewrite what had been lost. Five lives stolen in
a single night. A mother who worked hard to build
a life in a new country, children with dreams and
drawings and bedtime routines. A father who left a full
home that morning and returned to an empty one and
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a family who would never be whole again. Well, Bessie's
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that is it for this episode of Morbidology. So always,
thank you so much for listening, and i'd like to
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I’m Jay Shetty host of On Purpose the worlds #1 Mental Health podcast and I’m so grateful you found us. I started this podcast 5 years ago to invite you into conversations and workshops that are designed to help make you happier, healthier and more healed. I believe that when you (yes you) feel seen, heard and understood you’re able to deal with relationship struggles, work challenges and life’s ups and downs with more ease and grace. I interview experts, celebrities, thought leaders and athletes so that we can grow our mindset, build better habits and uncover a side of them we’ve never seen before. New episodes every Monday and Friday. Your support means the world to me and I don’t take it for granted — click the follow button and leave a review to help us spread the love with On Purpose. I can’t wait for you to listen to your first or 500th episode!