Murder on May Street: Who Killed Joseph Thomas Jr.?

Joseph Thomas Jr. kneels in front of his son's grave

Joseph Thomas Sr. at Forest Lawn Cemetery. Who killed his son? | Christina Shaw Photography

BUFFALO, N.Y. — There was nothing extraordinary about the murder of Joseph Thomas Jr.

He was 19, black and a resident of one of Buffalo’s poorer neighborhoods. Police found his body on the floor of a home at 302 May St., just south of Genesee Street on the city’s East Side.

Joe Joe, as his family called him, had been shot at close range.

A friend sitting on a couch in the same room was also dead. He had been playing video games. The TV was still on when officers found the men.

As far as killings go, Joe Joe’s, which took place on a mild summer’s night in 2003, was nothing remarkable. Most homicide victims in Buffalo are male. Most are black. Most die in shootings.

Police never found Joe Joe’s killer. But that’s not unusual, either.

And in this way, his passing haunts us. Seven years after the fact, whoever fired the shots that bled the life from his body might still be out there, walking free.

Joseph Thomas Sr.'s hands, close up, as he kneels at Forest Lawn Cemetery

Grief | Christina Shaw Photography

SOMETIMES, at neighborhood cookouts or at the store, young men who knew Joe Joe will approach his father, Joseph Thomas Sr., to say hello.

“Hey, Mr. Thomas,” they might say, or, “Hey Mr. Joe, how you doing?”

Thomas, 50, will summon a smile. But as he exchanges greetings with his son’s friends, the old suspicions will return.

When police arrived at the scene of the double-murder on May Street in 2003, they found no sign of a break-in.

That evidence led investigators to conclude that Joe Joe and the second victim, Louis Brown, 19, likely knew their killer or killers. Death came to the door, and Brown and Joe Joe let their assailant in.

So when Thomas runs into kids who knew his son, the same silent question always commands his thoughts: “Was it you?”

“I’m leery of a lot of people that knew my son, you know?” the father said. “I wonder.”

THE CALL that drew police to 302 May St. after midnight on Aug. 24, 2003 came from a pay phone. The tipster was anonymous and reported only that some unknown trouble had occurred at the house.

Homicide detective Patrick Judge arrived at 12:38 a.m. With fellow officers, he surveyed the sparsely furnished residence, which Joe Joe’s mother, Mildred Thomas, owned.

The video game console was out. From the position of the victims’ bodies, Judge deduced that the outbreak of violence had taken them by surprise. At least one of the two men appeared to have “no clue that this was coming,” Judge said.

In the days that followed, police canvassed nearby homes and streets.

“We’d go around the neighborhood, talk to people, see if we could get anyone solid,” Judge said. “Nobody had seen anything.”

Joseph Thomas Jr.'s obituary, and a photo of Joseph Thomas Jr. when he was alive

The obituary | Christina Shaw Photography

Evidence officers collected at the scene yielded no leads. Very quickly, the case went dead. A few tips came in between 2004 and 2006, but Judge and his partners were able to rule out every suspect they investigated. From the scant information they had, police could not surmise a motive.

Thomas said that before Mildred owned 302 May St., drug peddlers had sold marijuana out of the place. As far as Thomas knew, however, Joe Joe smoked weed but didn’t deal.

Still, in stories reporting on Joe Joe’s death, the Buffalo News described two previous events that pointed to a dark side of the young man’s life. First, Joe Joe had been shot in the abdomen on Goodyear Avenue in 2002. Soon after, police purportedly caught him driving with a gun in his car. Joe Joe died wearing a colostomy bag, a vestige of the earlier violence.

Judge said his unit had no clues linking the double-homicide in August 2003 to any other case. For that reason, he said, investigators did not revisit the Goodyear assault or interview two men arrested in connection with that shooting.

Buffalo is a small town, with a population of about 270,000 on about 40 square miles of land. People talk. But no one spoke up to police about what had happened to Joe Joe and Brown.

Maybe no one witnessed the murders, other than the killer or killers. Maybe the urban grapevine stayed silent on the subject. Then again, maybe someone out there is still keeping a secret.

“I can’t say if there was anybody else there at the time or not. There very well could have been,” Judge said. “In a lot of cases, there are people that are there and don’t come forward. And that really bothers us…A lot of our cases would be solved if people came forward. There’s always people.”

IN THEIR memories, friends and relatives will set aside Joe Joe’s vices and mistakes. What they will remember is a good kid, a boy who loved family, sports and his father’s chicken noodle soup. He listened to rap, but borrowed Thomas’s music—oldies like the Temptations and the Stylistics—for dates with girls.

Not long before his murder, Joe Joe had graduated from Seneca Vocational High School and enrolled to study information technology at Bryant & Stratton College, relatives said.

Joe Joe and Joseph Thomas Sr. at Joe Joe's eighth grade graduation

Eighth grade graduation | Christina Shaw Photography

In any given year, the number of murders city police solve—including cold cases—is equivalent to about half the number of new homicides recorded, said department spokesman Michael DeGeorge. Joe Joe’s killing was one of 60 in Buffalo in 2003. Investigators have cleared 27 of those.

Mildred held onto hope, believing until the day she died in 2009 that detectives might catch the killer. Before she passed, she would call Judge several times each year to ask about her son’s case.

Thomas coped with loss in a different way: He dissolved his pain in a cocktail of drugs and beer, binging on poison for 11 months after the shooting.

“Got to the point where I was drinking a 30-pack of Miller’s a day,” he said. “Lord knows how much alcohol…”

His voice felt heavy with the memory.

“I was just lost,” he said, simply.

He nodded. He has eight other children, by blood and marriage, but Joe Joe was his only biological son.

Following the Goodyear assault in 2002, Thomas had insisted that Joe Joe move to Amherst to live with Thomas and Thomas’s new wife. The goal was to keep the boy away from the city.

But suburban life bored Joe Joe, who griped that he missed his friends. He begged to return to Buffalo. Thomas said no. Seeking an ally, Joe Joe turned to his mother. Mildred petitioned Thomas again, and finally, the old man caved.

Thomas thinks about that a lot—how he changed his mind.

Joseph Thomas Sr., wearing a cap and glasses

Seven years later | Christina Shaw Photography

IT IS summer now, seven years later, a wet afternoon in July 2010. Thomas is standing at the heart of a crowd of maybe 100 people who have convened at a paved lot on Jefferson Avenue by Riley Street to protest violence.

His almond-shaped eyes, huge behind the lenses of wire-framed glasses, betray few emotions. But his posture—head bent, a slight slouch in his body—is that of a question mark.

News cameras roll. Off to one side, a reporter interviews a mother who lost her son. Police found the killer in that case. Speakers expound in generalities about the importance of cooperating with police, but even within this coterie of activists, who, really, could understand what it’s like to live without closure?

In the aftermath of Joe Joe’s murder, Thomas’s low point came on July 31, 2004, a Saturday. He had picked up a prostitute, taken her to a motel to smoke crack, then followed her to a house on Goodyear to continue their bender.

In his drug-fueled daydreams, he saw friends and family walking and driving up and down the street, looking for him. He stepped outside to go home but decided, before he reached his car, that he needed to finish smoking some crack he had left inside the Goodyear residence.

As he headed toward the house again, he heard a voice that he said was Joe Joe’s: “You outta there. Why is you going back in?”

Thomas got on the phone, crying, and described his hallucinations to his childhood friend, Nathaniel Beason. The two went to the first Narcotics Anonymous meeting they could find, and Thomas has been clean since Aug. 1, 2004.

Joseph Thomas Jr. in front of his house in Buffalo

He has good days, and bad days. But he's come a long way | Christina Shaw Photography

Hoping to make a difference in the city, Thomas has moved back to Buffalo, renovating his father’s old home, a buttercup-shingled bungalow near Fillmore Avenue on the East Side.

A contractor, he does business six days a week. On Sundays during football season, he watches the Buffalo Bills. He has season tickets. He takes joy in family.

Still, the old grief returns, often at random. He’ll be working, having a good day, and then, all of a sudden, tears will be falling again.

It bothers him that he can’t trust people in the neighborhood, but he can’t help his suspicions.

On TV, he watches crime dramas—CSI, The First 48—and hopes the day will come, too, when investigators figure out who gunned down his son.

Thomas would love to ask the killer: “Why?”

He has imagined what he might say: “What prompted you to do this? Did my son do something to you? Or did Louis do something to you? What prompted you to go in there and do this? I would love to know.”

FIFTY-FIVE people were murdered in Buffalo in 2010. As of the start of this month, police had cleared 21 of those cases. Some slayings, like the City Grill shootings that ended four lives last August, dominated headlines for days. Other homicides had a lower profile.

Murders of the ordinary lot—ones like Joe Joe’s shooting—don’t capture our imaginations. He is one of hundreds of victims just like him: another young man, killed in another shooting.

But Joe Joe’s death was extraordinary for at least one reason. He was Thomas’s son: not just a 19-year-old kid with bad habits, but a boy who loved to race in the soap box derby; a teenager who devoured his dad’s chili; a college student-to-be who struggled to build the right kind of life for himself.

Buffalo’s not a big city. Maybe you met Joe Joe once—sat next to him at a Bills game, or waited behind him in line at the grocery store. Maybe you know him.

For Thomas, talking about the murder is difficult. But he worries that if he doesn’t tell the story, we’ll forget about his son.

Maybe someone will read this article and step forward with information, Thomas said. Maybe someone who knows what happened to Joe Joe will decide the secret isn’t worth keeping anymore.

Maybe, Thomas said.

He won’t surrender hope.


About two months after this story ran here and in Artvoice, Buffalo’s newsweekly, Joseph Thomas Sr. called to let us know that police had reopened and solved the case. We posted a video and short story about the update here: Closing a Cold Case: Police Solve the Murder of Joseph Thomas Jr.

Robert Salonga, a crime and public safety reporter for the Contra Costa Times in the San Francisco Bay Area, edited this story. Thanks, also, to Drex, who took a look at the lead.

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8 Comments Murder on May Street: Who Killed Joseph Thomas Jr.?

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  2. Rich Krawczyk

    Yeah, I just don’t know what to think about this. It’s an all too familiar sad tale and it just seem like there isn’t much I can do to change any of it? The story certainly puts names on the players and adds a dose of humanity to flesh them out, but I still feel impotent. Full disclosure: I’m an old white guy and while I did live in the city for 20 years, I’m now out in suburbia, and this is largely an inner city problem in the poor Black and Hispanic neighborhoods.

    It’s no secret that it’s Black on Black violence, often drug related, killing these young kids. This is a problem which both the Black and Latino communities need to own. Unfortunately I do believe that current popular culture in both these communities fosters or at least tolerates this violence. Their culture and institutions have failed them. I don’t have any answers. I wish I did.

    On an editorial note, I didn’t understand the sentence: “He has eight other children, by blood and marriage, but Joe Joe was his only biological son.” So apparently some of his eight other children are the children of a his wife or wives from a previous marriage(s) but not biologically his. But what are some of the other children by “blood” if not his biologically?

    Thanks for the story!

      1. Nyema Thomas

        I just would like to know how or why that information is relevant no matter how we are brothers and sisters we lost our brother and thats all that should’ve mattered.

        Please don’t use that separating barrier thank you

  3. Rich Krawczyk

    Color me stupid! Daughters never even occurred to me – how embarrassing. Could be the onset of Alzheimers – pity me!

  4. Patty McClain

    This is a chilling story. It reminds me of some of the tragic stories of my former students. I can’t imagine how you got this story, but I am glad that you did. Part of the problem is the fear that people have of “snitchin” to the police. Part of the problem is the availability of guns. People should not have to raise their children in an environment of violent danger. Breaks my heart.

  5. ron

    Went to high school with this dude, i was a freshman in college in nyc when i heard of his murder and i was appalled. First thing that came to mind is why anyone would want to murder him. He was so small, and innocent looking, people in buffalo are so cold its crazy glad I left and never came back



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