So I'm here to
read a statement from me,
from me, well, from my sister
first Amber, who's currently in
the in the hospital.
A Tatiana was a special super duper helper.
She made a way out of no way.
She was my shoulder.
I leaned on and depended on her.
She was Zions auntie.
She really loved her.
He really loved her because
they were so much alike.
She was my inspiration.
Even when she really didn't
have the time to help,
she seemed to make a way to do so.
She was very informative
about the world events.
I'm going to miss that about her.
She was so hilarious.
She joked all the time until
our bellies began to hurt.
No amount of sentencing would
make me feel as though we
received some type of justice.
A Tatiana should still be here.
She had big dreams and goals.
Zion now feels he is responsible to
feel the whole role of his aunt and he
has the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Because of this,
Zion will have a lifetime of needs.
Despite his needs.
He will become successful.
He will become a successful young man.
The way that his Aunt Tay
would want him to be.
Waiting these three years have not been easy.
My panic attacks have brought me
to the hospital multiple times.
Actually flatlining four times.
Mr Dean had no remorse,
and you could tell by his demeanor
throughout the whole court process.
The only time we saw a difference
is when the verdict was read,
and at that time he looked shocked.
My family and I still see this as murder.
He came out to do so.
Murder was on his mind.
Amber Clark.
Thing for me.
My sister Tassiana was amazing.
He is amazing. My heart breaks daily
knowing that my family and the world
lost a beautiful ray of sunshine.
My sister did not do anything wrong.
She was in her home, which should have
been the safest place for her to be,
and yet turned out to be the most dangerous.
She was murdered and as her big sister,
I live every day.
With the pain that I could
not do my job and protect her.
I want you to know that we had plans,
Aaron Dean, a Tatiana and I.
New Orleans was was before
her birthday in 2019.
We had more concerts to go to
Auntie Aldi's with our nephews.
I wanted to cheer her on through
her long nights of studying for
medical school and being even louder.
Cheer up when she was at her
white coat ceremony.
I wanted to watch her grow
into the successful doctor,
making a difference in other people's lives,
but I've lost her.
We've lost her.
She was a beautiful flower,
just starting to bloom,
and she was cut down senselessly.
I stand here today on behalf of my mother,
who spent her last days on Earth
overcome with grief and sorrow.
I remember when my mother was happy
to have the home for her children,
where they'll be safe,
and that their happiness was
violated when my sister,
her baby,
was murdered in the same place I
made funeral plans for my sister.
From my mother's bedside.
And their funeral that she was too sick,
too sick to even attend.
My love for my sister and my grief
could never fit into this short statement.
But I hope you.
I hope it gave you a glimpse
of what we have lost.
I have not looked forward to this opportunity
of addressing of addressing you this year.
My thoughts have been preoccupied
by my sister and the chaos in our
family your actions have caused.
When my thoughts do go to
you and your family.
There was a tinge of jealousy, you see.
You get to still see them.
But now I just feel pity.
It's a year or two to get to pity.
It was anger and rage at first.
I wanted you to suffer the way we
are suffering, the way I suffer.
I have loathed the idea of you with
your family during the holiday
seasons for the last three years.
Today I have just arrived at pity,
not because of the punishment you
have received from your crime.
You and I both know that that is
insufficient. I pity your ignorance.
I do not know. I do not know enough.
You do not know enough to be ashamed.
You're not.
Self aware enough to understand
your responsibilities,
your responsibilities for this evil act.
You you're so puffed up and full
of yourself that your excuses
you made through all of this,
you would never truly repent.
You went into an American citizen
citizens home because their doors were
open and you shot a black woman to
death in front of an 8 year old child.
You spent the last three years
rehearsing your excuses.
I hope you spend the rest of your life
reliving this moment and discovering
all the terrible decisions that
you have made during this decision.
Your service as a police officer is a
permanent stain on the city of Fort Worth.
You're two years as a cop,
marked as a low point as policing in Dallas,
Fort Worth region.
Your only legacy in this life will be
the Unrepentantly murder of my sister.
And that would that would be the
punishment you will truly have to face.
Thank you.