I want to take you back 30 years to one of the most important days in New York City's

history, August 19, 1991.

A three-car motorcade drives through the Brooklyn neighborhood of Crown Heights.

It's carrying Rabbi Menachem Mendelsch-Nerson, a figure who's revered by many here as a

kind of Messiah.

He's the leader of a large religious Jewish community, the LeBavitch, and their headquarters

is in Crown Heights, but they don't live here alone.

In the Caribbean, you built your house, it's when you came here.

You would have a hundred jobs until you could afford to put a down payment on a house.

The LeBavitch share the neighborhood with a large Caribbean American population, and

at this moment, the motorcade is rolling through the predominantly black part of Crown

Heights.

As they approach the intersection of President, Street, and Utica, they pass two seven-year-olds,

Guaini's immigrants, fiddling with a bike on the sidewalk.

The first two cars cross Utica Avenue without any issues, but as the third car enters the

intersection, it collides with a Chevy Malibu heading north.

The car, driven by a Hasidic man, went out of control, jumped the curb, eventually pinned

the children against a wall, seven-year-old Gavin Kato dead, and his seven-year-old cousin

seriously injured.

It was a heartbreaking incident, and though no one knew it that evening, the car crash

on President and Utica would change New York City forever.

The medical attention was not the same medical attention that the Jewish gentleman got.

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