09/16/2025
Accountability is the act of taking ownership for what you have done.
On this day, September 16th, 2025—exactly one year later—the Parsons Police Department called me to the station, claiming they had an “update” on my son’s case. My heart dropped. I felt sick. Deep down I already knew what was coming: more lies, more excuses, and more attempts to blame my son for his own death.
I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to sit there and listen to the same empty words from a department that has done nothing but fail him. Because if it had been one of their sons, they would have left no stone unturned. They would have searched every lead, worked every angle, and demanded justice that very night.
But my son, JahMarcus TreyVon Washington, mattered too. He was loving, sweet, outspoken, and unapologetically himself. He loved his family—sometimes the wrong “family,” and it cost him his life. His life mattered, and it still matters today.
I pray every day that what you did to him haunts you—that when you close your eyes, you see his face. I pray God moves swiftly and brings real justice, because clearly this department has no knowledge, no urgency, and no will to solve a murder case unless it involves a white person or one of their own. That’s the truth.
I hope one day internal affairs steps in and investigates this entire department—because until then, Parsons remains a place where murder cases are ignored, mishandled, or buried. And that is a disgrace.
Long Live JahMarcus.