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It has been 25 years since 12-year-old Danny Meyer was murdered here in the Town of Montgomery's Village of Maybrook. Danny’s murder, Juan Peinado who was 22 years old at the time, has served 25 years of his sentence and is up for parole this August, 2021. The family and friends of Danny Meyer have asked the greater Town of Montgomery community, and all who are willing, to sign this online petition to keep Danny's killer in jail so that we can have CONTINUED JUSTICE! Please sign our petition below and then SHARE it on your own social media, via email or by any means you would like in an effort to help us spread the word. The results of the online petition will be submitted along with a letter from Town Supervisor Brian Maher urging the NYS Parole Board to keep Danny's killer in prison. We will be closing out the online petition on Monday July 19th so that it has enough time to get into the hands of the parole board before the August hearing date. Many years ago, the community came together and built a playground in Danny's memory. While it is important we focus our efforts on keeping Danny's murderer in prison we also wanted to take this moment to honor Danny through a memorial scholarship fund. We will be accepting donations through a GOFUND me page. Click here to donate. Please consider donating to this scholarship fund in addition to signing our petition. If you have any questions on the petition drive, the scholarship fund or the process in general please reach out to Town of Montgomery Supervisor Brian Maher - firstname.lastname@example.org or 845-742-5756. If you would like a little more information on the tragic events from 25 years ago please take a few minutes and read this opinion piece from Mike Levine of the Times Herald Record from 1997: --- --- --- Friday, May 2, 1997 - See the morning mist settle upon the hardscrabble Village of Maybrook. See beyond the depot where smoky Yellow Freight trucks rumble on and off Route 84. Over there to a field where baseball diamonds sparkle. Just behind the diamonds, surrounded by oak trees bearing new leaves, is a large plot of dirt. Silent. Waiting. Now travel west across Route 207. We are in Goshen, deep in the bowels of a dank county courtroom. Faces gaunt, shoulders stiff, two parents sit rigid as if any movement might cause them to shatter. Lawyers angle. Witnesses drone. One lawyer on the witness stand has his colleagues chuckling over an inside legal joke. Charlie and Jill Meyer of Maybrook, father and mother of a memory, continue to stare. Silent. Waiting. They have waited nearly a year for justice. They have borne the unbearable. It was a spring morning like today when our children run with life. The Meyers’ 12-year-old son, Danny, skipped off to the Maybrook diamonds for a Little League game. He never got there. Danny, they called into the night. Danny! Until someone in the woods found Danny. Murdered. You do not get over this as a parent. There are no more spring mornings. In time, you go back to work and you wake up each day inside the unlivable. Here they sit now staring ahead at the smirking lawyer on the stand. Still. Waiting. The Meyers go on because they have two other children they love. And because their community has helped sustain Danny’s memory. They remind the parents of the living Danny, with stories of a sweet, playful kid who couldn’t get mad. One day last fall, Jill Meyer was talking with her neighbor Rhonda Malone. Some folks, in a gesture of sympathy, had sent the Meyers a small donation. Jill mentioned it might be nice to use the money to build a playground in Danny’s name. Her eyes came alive at the thought of it. But mostly the Meyers have plowed on in a grim march for justice. A 22-year-old man confessed to killing their son. They would witness his judgment. Finally come these days of hearings. The Meyers must hear excerpts of the confession. Danny: ``Don’t kill me, don’t kill me, don’t kill me.″ Then he was stabbed in the neck and chest and heart. Torture. The parents can do nothing but weep. They are flanked by neighbors who seem to hold them up. The defense says a lawyer was not present at the time of the confession. They say it’s not admissible. Admissible? Charlie and Jill Meyer, parents of a slaughtered child, had to listen to a debate over what is allowed in this world. The judge says he will rule by May 21. Courthouse moles says there is an even chance the judge will rule the confession inadmissible. No confession and this case becomes difficult to prosecute. The man who admitted killing Danny Meyer may go free. It is outrageous to any of us. Imagine what it is like for Charlie and Jill Meyer who walk slowly out of the courtroom and begin the trip home to Maybrook. The justice system cannot assure them justice. What is there to show for their boy? Which brings us back this morning to that Maybrook plot of dirt. Gathering to toil on the dirt are the people of this village. They are building Danny’s playground. More than 500 villagers will erect it bolt by bolt until, by Monday, it will be ready for a child’s spring morning. Charlie and Jill Meyer will be out there, too. Building. The playground will say Danny Meyer still lives here. ``We are not building this for a boy who died,″ says Rhonda Malone. ``We are building it for a boy who lived so well.″ In a world where children are slaughtered, where justice seems blind to sense, how can we refrain from sinking in the quicksand of cynicism. The Village of Maybrook is making its stand on this plot of dirt. They turn to the Meyers in a common embrace of sorrow and resurrection. To answer cruelty, they give communal birth to a place of joy.