Durham County

Mother of late trooper-involved shooting victim Willard Scott issues statement

The late Willard Scott
The late Willard Scott Submitted by Scott family

Thomasine Hinson, the mother of the late Willard Scott, who was shot and killed on Feb. 12 by a member of the N.C. State Highway Patrol, on Wednesday emailed a statement to the news media saying she had asked the Durham chapter of the N.C. NAACP to release her statement.

In the email, it was pointed out that Scott’s survivors are still awaiting results of the late man’s autopsy, which had not yet been released by the N.C. Office of the Chief Medical Examiner.

Following is the unedited text of Hinson’s statement in its entirety:

Statement from Thomasine Hinson, mother of Willard Scott:

I am still waiting on the autopsy. My son was shot by a state trooper.

Does that give him the right to be judge, jury, and executioner?

BANG! BANG!BANG! SHOTS FIRED WILLARD IS HIT... HE IS DOWN...? 1..2..3 WHO KNOWS...HE DIES

WHAT WILLARD SCOTT MEANT TO HIS MOM WHOM HE CALLED GODDESS AND OTHER FAMILY MEMBERS.

ALL you see is shadows of the one you once knew,

No more happiness,

No more laughter,

No more love,

Its like a thunderstorm that blocks your soul.

Your soul becomes a black hole,

Whatever said, heard, or learned,

Is forgotten, never brought up again,

No longer does anything matter,

We gained from him even in death

He brought us to God and there is no greater wealth.

Yes, for my son there could be no other

I thank God for choosing me to be his Mother.

I know that my son has passed away

But I will love him until my dying day.

So please listen to my memories every now and then

Family and friends, please allow me to talk about Willard.

Here I stand the fourth month at his grave,

Just to get word from the medical examiner.

Many Still trying to accept the decision God made.

I drive myself crazy for a hint or a clue,

Of why at thirty one He had to take him.

I would have made the choice, if I’d been given one,

Today someone will die; either you or your son.

I would have stood tall and cried, “Lord! Let it be me!

He has his whole life to live.

But obviously God doesn’t work that way,

For whatever reason, He wanted him that day.

And now here I stand with tears in my eyes,

Every day for four months, I can’t tell him goodbye.

I only say I love you and try to concentrate,

To hear his voice, to feel his touch, to see his handsome face.

And if I live to be a hundred I’ll still ask Him everyday,

Why didn’t He take me instead of my child away,

He cant be duplicated or recreated. He was truly one of a kind.

A family is like a body. When a family loses a loved one, it is as if they have lost one of their limbs.

The contribution that was made by the family member that was lost can never be replaced.

That person is gone. What that person has brought to the family is gone.

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