TEANECK, N.J. — The teenager had a pistol in his pocket, and when the cops came, he bolted.
They chased him into a backyard. He stopped and began to turn. One of the officers, fearing he would shoot, fired his service revolver.
The 16-year-old victim was black. The officer was white. And that gunshot, fired nearly 26 years ago, sparked a cataclysm.
It marked the end of a life, a career and a community’s idealism. It took a terrible toll on the teen’s family, and on the officer, who withdrew for more than two decades before breaking his silence last week.
But the aftershock also opened a long path to healing that remains relevant today, as a wave of unrest over police killings has swept the country, cleaving communities and raising thorny questions about America’s relationship with law enforcement.
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The crisis unfolded in Teaneck, a small suburb five miles from New York City long considered a model of racial harmony. Decades earlier, the township had fought “block-busting,” a ploy by real-estate speculators to induce fear of black homeowners, and had voluntarily integrated its schools, telling the world it welcomed newcomers of all faiths and shades.
Beneath that equanimity, however, was a festering resentment over the predominantly white police force’s treatment of blacks. The bullet that pierced the boy’s heart shattered the façade.
That fatal encounter transformed Teaneck from a symbol of unity into one of intolerance, and plunged it into a long period of self-examination, and, eventually, recovery.
The journey remains unfinished. But Teaneck stands as a possible lesson for communities still roiling from recent police shootings: Ferguson, North Charleston, Cleveland, Baltimore, Chicago.
This wasn’t supposed to happen in Teaneck. The township seemed to have it all: neat neighborhoods of single-family homes, a stable commercial district, solid schools. Decades earlier, the Army Corps of Engineers had picked Teaneck — believed to be named after a Native American term for “villages” — as an archetype of small-town America. But what made this place special in 1990 was its fiercely cultivated image of harmonious multiculturalism.
A quarter of Teaneck’s 38,000 residents were black, many enticed across the Hudson River from New York to pursue middle-class lives. Another third were Jewish. Many minorities were concentrated in small areas, but the mix made most people proud.
Phillip Pannell’s family moved to Teaneck chasing that middle-class dream. But his father, Phillip Sr., struggled with drugs and alcohol, which spun him into a cycle of unemployment and jail that broke the family apart. Phillip, meanwhile, was getting into fights with kids from neighboring Englewood, part of an old rivalry between the towns. The situation worsened when his mother, Thelma, moved him and his younger sister there. As a new student in Englewood, Phillip became a target.
Friends and family said Phillip felt threatened. That, they said, probably explained why, on April 10, 1990, he was carrying a beat-up starter’s pistol, converted to hold bullets, that he’d found among his mother’s things.
Early that evening, a man called Teaneck police and said he’d seen a boy with a gun among kids in a schoolyard. Two officers responded. One of them was Gary Spath, 29, who was born and raised in town and had followed his father onto the force.
He chased Phillip behind a house. In a quick confrontation, Spath opened fire, hitting Pannell in the back.
Some witnesses said the teen appeared to be surrendering. Spath believed otherwise.
“He had a gun in his pocket and he was going to shoot me,” he later testified.
Pannell’s death split residents into camps: those who believed Spath acted properly in response to a grave threat, and those who saw it as the culmination of years of harassment by biased cops. The day after the shooting, a group of black youths overturned police cars and broke shop windows. The national media showed up.
“This really opened the eyes of people,” said Theodora Lacey, a civil rights leader and retired teacher. “There were these sweet young people who had grown up in an integrated setting. So it was just seemingly contrary to what we thought we were teaching and bringing about through integration — that you could have a young, white cop shoot and kill.”
The marches began: college students one day, local and out-of-town activists the next, cops on another. They went on for years as the case progressed through the legal system — a grand jury’s decision not to indict Spath, claims of a botched autopsy, a second that concluded bullet holes showed Pannell’s hands were in the air, a new grand jury’s charging Spath with manslaughter and, finally, Spath’s 1992 acquittal by an all-white jury.
In 1994, Pannell’s family settled a civil rights lawsuit against Teaneck for nearly $200,000. The U.S. Justice Department decided against a criminal case. Eventually, the calls for justice subsided.
But not the soul-searching.
From the first sign of unrest, Teaneck leaders began organizing community meetings, tapping into a long tradition of consensus-building that had helped the township through prior crises, including a 1964 school integration fight. At these forums, students, police, elected officials and civil-rights activists confronted their differences on a range of issues: the distrust between cops and blacks, the dearth of minorities in the police department, institutional racism in the schools, white flight, falling home values. Many whites were surprised to hear blacks’ complaints of everyday racist treatment.
It became clear that while their township was integrated, the people of Teaneck didn’t truly know each other.
A sister’s despair
Natacha Pannell was 13 when she accompanied her mother to Holy Name Hospital and watched doctors pull back the sheet that covered Phillip’s body. Thelma fell to the table; Natacha picked grass out of her older brother’s hair.
They didn’t see the body again for several weeks, at a wake that drew hundreds, including dozens of Phillip’s former classmates as well as firebrand ministers Al Sharpton and Louis Farrakhan. Clergy and activists placed his death on a national list of black and Hispanic people killed by white police officers.
Natacha’s mother withdrew in grief. Her father joined the protesters. Natacha, desperate to understand Phillip’s death, joined him.
The answers didn’t come easily.
On the surface, Natacha seemed to do OK. She graduated high school and college, had a son, and went into community-service work. But she felt out of step with the world: picked on, angry, distrustful.
She and her mother grew distant. Her father, who’d gotten clean after Phillip’s death, returned to alcohol, and for a time was homeless.
Natacha wrestled with guilt. In the weeks before the shooting, she’d seen Phillip looking for the old starter’s pistol. She told him where it was, but made him promise to never take it. “For years, I felt like it was my fault,” she said.
It would take decades to forgive herself.
‘It’s a horrible thing’
Gary Spath, a married father of young children, was suspended with pay after the shooting. Protesters accused him of racism. Jesse Jackson called him an “executioner.” The media examined his service record, and found several commendations but also prior incidents in which he’d fired his weapon without hitting anyone. Spath’s supporters rallied to his side, but the officer himself did not speak publicly, quietly enduring what he later described as “a living hell.”
When the jury acquitted him two years later, Spath held his wife, Nancy, in a long embrace and wept, while Thelma Pannell was escorted from the courtroom, wailing. Afterward, he said his family was praying the Pannells would find peace. He retired on an accidental disability pension, for which he received monthly payments of $3,622.
For a long time, Spath was angry and bitter at having been cast as a racist, trigger-happy cop. Those feelings subsided, but returned whenever he saw his name resurface in local coverage of a police shooting, or a racially charged issue.
His breaking point came in August 2014, when Ferguson, Missouri erupted in riots following a white police officer’s fatal shooting of a black teenager. He saw a lot of similarities with his experience, and was maddened by new mentions of his name in the press. He began to feel the need to tell his story.
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In a brief interview with NBC News, Spath, now 55 and a grandfather, said he would never get over taking Phillip Pannell’s life, but didn’t regret what he did, because the teen posed an immediate danger.
“As right as I was in the eyes of the law, I’m a human being, and it’s a horrible thing that happened,” Spath said. “But I don’t think I could have responded in any other way.”
He broke his public silence on Wednesday, when he appeared as the keynote speaker at a police union convention in Atlantic City. In a Caesar’s banquet hall, Spath shared what it’s like to be the white officer who kills a young black person.
Growing up in Teaneck felt straight out of Norman Rockwell painting, he said. But the shooting’s aftermath taught him about the brutal intersection of race and politics. He described the second grand jury as a “witch hunt,” recalled out-of-town protesters as “thugs,” and said the media “crucified me.”









