Danielle Campbell It is heartbreaking. 7 teenagers, allegedly hunt down a Hispanic immigrant in the streets of Patchogue--- an attack that led to Marcelo Lucero's horrifying death. Marcelo, who was 38, was beaten, and then stabbed. He tried to fight back with his belt. Moments before he was walking to a friends house, to watch a movie on a Saturday night. Marcelo, who had been in our country for 16 years, struggling to make his way in the world, liked to rent movies. Most likely movies with a happy ending, that's because Marcelo truly believed in the American Dream. Marcelo who grew up in the mountains of Ecudor, was described as a gentle, joyful man, who lived his life as a peacemaker. Marcelo was happy with the election of Barak Obama. He saw it as a moment of healing, and was hopeful it would bring an end to judgements based on the color of the skin. Marcelo never missed a chance to call his mother, several times a week, letting her know he was ok and that he loved her. Because I am a mother, I think of Marcello's mother, so far way, so helpless, unable to change what has happened to her beautiful son. The thought of her heartbreak is unbearable. Because I am a mother, I think of the 7 mother's of the teenagers arrested. I can't imagine their pain, their grief, the feeling of helplessness they must have, how broken their hearts must be.