The police report listed the cause of injury as a “blunt trauma to the head.” His skull was fractured. That’s all there was to it, the bouncer said. The bouncer shoved him and he fell backward, hitting his head on the concrete.
When the bouncer chased the man down the alley, the man threw a glancing blow at him. Luc Havan, 25, a Vietnamese refugee, said that the man had tried to kick in the bar’s door after he had been denied entrance because he was drunk and abusive. She looked up and said, “Jaco’s hurt.” One officer bent down and massaged the man’s shoulders while the other looked for witnesses. When the police arrived, a woman from the bar was kneeling beside him, wiping the blood out of his mouth so he would not drown in it. He was less than an eighth of a mile from a police station and only a few feet from the Midnight Bottle Club, the Bread of Life health food store and a religious supply store with a sign in its window: “God Loves You.” He lay there peacefully for a while, in the darkened alley in a strip shopping mall in Wilton Manors, Florida, on the morning of September 12, 1987.
He lay motionless on the concrete, as if sleeping, his tangled shoulder-length hair ringed by a halo of blood. He was just another bum bleeding to death in an alleyway at four o’clock in the morning.
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