July 25, 2010 the world learned of the name Sylar Newton. This blog is to document the journey to keep his memory alive.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Sylar Newton Project
I have launched a attempt to make an awareness video in memory of Sylar. I hope to get 10-15 maybe way more, people to get on camera and state facts/statistics about child abuse and or their feelings about it. Once lots of people have submitted their videos, I will take pieces of each of them to form an inspiring and informing video about child abuse. If you want to get involved please upload your video to youtube then share the link at www.facebook.com/sylarnewton if you are uncomfortable uploading to youtube, then you can email to projectsylar@gmail.com
Saturday, September 11, 2010
What we are doing right now
There is no updates on the investigation so I will just share what we are doing while we wait.
We now have bracelets for sale. $4 each, they are white with blue writing, "Justice for Sylar Newton". They were shipped to Sylar's aunt Andrea. Andrea lives fairly close to me, Anna, so she is mailing half of the 250 to me so I can help with sending them out. We should be mailing them out to people by Tuesday if all goes well. So far 37 have been purchased. You can order one or several by clicking here
We ordered 250 bracelets that say "Loving Sylar Newton" but something went wrong so we had to re-order them. Right now the website says the order is "in transit" though I am not quite sure what that means.
Audra has a desire to get bumper stickers, she is looking into pricing, but that may end up being a little while to actually get them.
Charity, Anna, Andrea, Audra, Jeremy, and Nicolas have all been talking about trying to create a non profit organization in memory of Sylar, and trying to figure out what can be done to change things so this doesn't happen again to any other child. We contacted several lawyers about getting pro bono services to become a legal 501, only one responded and that was to me. The problem is we keep getting each others voice mail. He calls me while I am at work and tells me to call him back, I call back and he is out; but his last message he gave me his cell number as well. So crossing my fingers that I will be able to get into contact with him to see if he can help.
Audra and Nicolas are working on creating a website, as they both have experience with web design, but again, not sure how long that will be.
That's about all I can think of, feel free to post your questions.
We now have bracelets for sale. $4 each, they are white with blue writing, "Justice for Sylar Newton". They were shipped to Sylar's aunt Andrea. Andrea lives fairly close to me, Anna, so she is mailing half of the 250 to me so I can help with sending them out. We should be mailing them out to people by Tuesday if all goes well. So far 37 have been purchased. You can order one or several by clicking here
We ordered 250 bracelets that say "Loving Sylar Newton" but something went wrong so we had to re-order them. Right now the website says the order is "in transit" though I am not quite sure what that means.
Audra has a desire to get bumper stickers, she is looking into pricing, but that may end up being a little while to actually get them.
Charity, Anna, Andrea, Audra, Jeremy, and Nicolas have all been talking about trying to create a non profit organization in memory of Sylar, and trying to figure out what can be done to change things so this doesn't happen again to any other child. We contacted several lawyers about getting pro bono services to become a legal 501, only one responded and that was to me. The problem is we keep getting each others voice mail. He calls me while I am at work and tells me to call him back, I call back and he is out; but his last message he gave me his cell number as well. So crossing my fingers that I will be able to get into contact with him to see if he can help.
Audra and Nicolas are working on creating a website, as they both have experience with web design, but again, not sure how long that will be.
That's about all I can think of, feel free to post your questions.
Tribute to Sylar
Memorial for Sylar Orion Newton
3/17/08-7/25/10
By
Vince Forzano, RPT
On July 25, 2010 it was reported on the Nancy Grace show and the nightly news that two year old Sylar Orion Newton had gone missing. Sylar was three feet tall and weighed only twenty pounds. From the moment I saw Sylar’s photo, I loved this beautiful little boy. His eyes were so captivating and his adorable smile melted my heart. I could not believe the news I heard. I could not believe that Sylar had wandered off without anyone knowing. As the truth of his disappearance started to unravel, I became horrified to know that this beautiful two year old boy was abused. Anyone with a heart would have loved him instantly. I could not shake this news, so I kept looking further into it and found Sylar’s Facebook page. As is always the case with stories like this there are those who express sincere sadness and sorrow, and others who use it as a forum to spew hateful comments about his broken hearted mother Charity Newton. Proverbs 12:18 teaches us that “Reckless words pierce like a sword, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.” I needed to find out the truth for myself so I contacted Charity and have come to understand her as a beautiful person. Charity’s name is perfect because she is a struggling mother with limited resources who ultimately wanted a better life for her children. Now, before you pass judgment, you must know that Charity was originally married in a relationship she believed would last. Her husband suddenly vanished from her life leaving her with the harsh reality that she could no longer support her family on her own, especially without spousal support.
In three previous cases she made the ultimate sacrifice and gave her children to a loving home with success. Sadly, in Sylar’s case she was lied to and deceived. The hurtful comments continued to be launched at her over all forms of media from a position of anonymity without anyone even knowing a single truth about Charity. Charity spent each day in her apartment with her phone in hand, starring at the computer screen. She went out and handed fliers to everyone she could recruit to find her little boy. She was broken hearted but she did whatever she could to find Sylar. Each day as the story grimly unfolded, the pain of the loss of Sylar became unimaginable to the thousands of people who learned of his fate. On August 10, 2010, the horrible reality was reported to the world. A distant cousin of Sylar Newton named Don Newton found Sylar’s remains. Don had no idea who he was looking for, but only knew it was a two year old baby boy in nothing more than a diaper. Don Newton said “I was just going to search for a baby; I didn't know who it was …I still was kind of unprepared for this when I first found him and it kind of knocked me back.”Don had no idea of the relationship he shared with Sylar until one week into the search. I have since been honored to get to know Don and know him to be a man of God. Don was quoted as saying;” I asked God if He wanted me to find him and I was running out of ideas where to look.” Don had told me his daughter was home from Bible College when all of this happened. When Don’s daughter saw Sylar’s picture she cried. She wanted to adopt the little boy and give him the home that Charity knew in her heart she could not provide. Don found Sylar, and now it is in the hands of Arizona law enforcement to dispense justice. The detectives on this case are taking this very personally and are sparing no time or expense to bring the monsters to justice that are responsible for Sylar’s last night on earth. They are all men and women who have families of their own; this hit very close to home.
As each day passed, I noticed Sylar Orion Newton was no longer news and I struggled to find updates on his case. I'm dumbfounded at the lack of moral outrage from our country that this beautiful little boy was taken from us at such a young age. The world collectively wept as they looked at his innocent face wondering how this happened but sadly it is happening everyday all over the world. In the United States of America, I read this happens over two thousand times a day. I have emptiness in me that nothing alone can fill because when I look at Sylar I see everything that is missing in my own life. Sitting in my pristine luxury apartment, I imagined how much more blessed my life would be if Sylar were here with me playing with his toys, spilling chocolate ice cream on my carpet. His pictures all show a baby boy that was so happy to play with an empty can of Sunkist soda, or wearing just a red golf hat with a pair of over sized glasses on his face. Sylar’s needs were so simple to satisfy and in return he offered priceless joy to anyone who was blessed enough to love him. In not one of his photos did I ever see him crying. The picture that really broke my heart was the one where Sylar’s shirt asked the now haunting question, “What’s not to love?” Sylar please let me answer this question. There is nothing not to love because you were a perfect little boy. I would trade any blessing I have ever had or would have to just give you a hug and to tell you how much you are loved. You were knocked to the ground by these monsters and told on the last day of your life you were stupid because you could not find your shoes. Sylar, I am fifty-two years old and there are days when I can't find my shoes, car keys, or even my car. Sylar you must know now and for eternity you are smarter than any of us. When you became ill these monsters refused to help you, and for two hours your cries went unanswered. This was the last time you were heard from. But the real reason you where taken Sylar is because God could not stand how poorly you were being treated by these monsters. They were entrusted to care for and keep you safe but they failed, so He called you home to His heavenly Kingdom where you would be showered with nothing but eternal love. Matthew 18:1-4 states,” At that time, the disciples came to Jesus and asked, “Who is the greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven?” He called a little child and had him stand among them and he said: “I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the Kingdom of Heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven.” Sylar, today you are the greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven. I selfishly confess that I pray that my time here on earth is shorter than longer. I would have loved to be the father that you did not know. Showing you the love every child deserves would have been the noble purpose for my life. Alas, but now you are gone. Like a bird that only lands on this earth for a brief moment, you have flown away too soon my angel. My proudest day would have been seeing you grow into the man God wanted you to be. It is merely my unshakable belief that you are in heaven with the Lord that gives me the strength to continue on, but for now, I must follow God’s calling and serve Him until He calls me home. I will honor you Sylar by helping the innocent and helpless children that are still here calling out for help each and every day. I will continue to listen for their calls and I will respond to help them.
We are now left with the lessons that we should learn from this tragic loss of a young beautiful life that was Sylar Orion Newton. Before I start, if you look closely you will notice Sylar’s initials spell out the words “son”. First of all we must remember that it is every responsible adult’s duty to protect every single child on this earth. There are monsters are all around us and we must step in between those who wish to harm our children and keep them safe. We must make a choice as who we serve each and every day of our lives. If we take the stance that there is no God or heaven then our lives have no meaning and everything we do is for nothing but our own self serving needs. One other thing must happen is men must step up to the plate and uphold the fatherly image that children depend on. The world is full of men who have taken no responsibility for their children, and the women can't do it alone. Also, drugs can never be a part of an adult’s life that is caring for a child. Drugs are a dead-end street that will only destroy your life. If you see anyone using drugs that are caring for a child, please call the police as it could save a child’s life.
I tried to find words that will bring comfort at this terrible time in our lives, so I turned to the late Reverend Martin Luther King Jr. On September 18, 1963 in Birmingham, Alabama he eulogized four young black children who were brutally murdered by a bomb blast as they prepared for a Sunday church service. This is part of what the Reverend Martin Luther King said to a broken hearted congregation at the Sixth Avenue Baptist Church.
“May I now say a word to you, the members of the bereaved families? It is almost impossible to say anything that can console you at this difficult hour and remove the deep clouds of disappointment which are floating in your mental skies. But I hope you can find a little consolation from the universality of this experience. Death comes to every individual. There is an amazing democracy about death. It is not an aristocracy for some of the people, but a democracy for all the people. Kings die and beggars die; rich men and poor men die; old people die and young people die. Death comes to the innocent and it comes to the guilty. Death is the irreducible common denominator of all men.”
“I hope you can find some consolation from Christianity’s affirmation that death is not the end. Death is not a period that ends the great sentence of life, but a comma that punctuates it to more lofty significance. Death is not a blind alley that leads the human race into a state of nothingness, but an open door which leads man into life eternal. Let this daring faith, this great invincible surmise, be your sustaining power during these trying days.”
On April 4, 1968 the great man who spoke these words was assassinated. His words still live on today to bring us comfort in this most horrible time in the lives of those who loved Sylar Orion Newton. Since we cannot help Sylar, we must join together and unconditionally love his mother Charity Newton who needs us now more than ever. One day I looked at Sylar’s eyes and looked at a picture of Charity, and it hit me. Charity is Sylar but only twenty-four years older. The only difference in her eyes is the light that once shined so bright has dimmed from the pain of losing her son. She is this innocent child we all profess to love and care for, the only difference being of the divide of time. Can anyone tell me at what age are we supposed to stop being compassionate and loving human beings and turn to being hateful and not caring? It is written that all men and women are created equal, but it is only through piety that we are lifted to a divine existence on this earth. If you are a pious person then prove it now and with me lift Charity from the depth of her despair, by showing her the love that you would show Sylar. When in doubt, we must remember at all times that Sylar loved his troubled mother unconditionally. This is the true testament of a child’s love that never once judged her but only gave her hugs and kisses. Sylar will know who is showing her love and those who are hateful, so please join me and take the high road and walk in the path of God’s service. The high road is wide and there is enough room for all of us to take this journey to bring honor to Sylar Orion Newton. Sylar good night my little angel and please know that I will always love you, you have forever changed my life. Amen.
3/17/08-7/25/10
By
Vince Forzano, RPT
On July 25, 2010 it was reported on the Nancy Grace show and the nightly news that two year old Sylar Orion Newton had gone missing. Sylar was three feet tall and weighed only twenty pounds. From the moment I saw Sylar’s photo, I loved this beautiful little boy. His eyes were so captivating and his adorable smile melted my heart. I could not believe the news I heard. I could not believe that Sylar had wandered off without anyone knowing. As the truth of his disappearance started to unravel, I became horrified to know that this beautiful two year old boy was abused. Anyone with a heart would have loved him instantly. I could not shake this news, so I kept looking further into it and found Sylar’s Facebook page. As is always the case with stories like this there are those who express sincere sadness and sorrow, and others who use it as a forum to spew hateful comments about his broken hearted mother Charity Newton. Proverbs 12:18 teaches us that “Reckless words pierce like a sword, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.” I needed to find out the truth for myself so I contacted Charity and have come to understand her as a beautiful person. Charity’s name is perfect because she is a struggling mother with limited resources who ultimately wanted a better life for her children. Now, before you pass judgment, you must know that Charity was originally married in a relationship she believed would last. Her husband suddenly vanished from her life leaving her with the harsh reality that she could no longer support her family on her own, especially without spousal support.
In three previous cases she made the ultimate sacrifice and gave her children to a loving home with success. Sadly, in Sylar’s case she was lied to and deceived. The hurtful comments continued to be launched at her over all forms of media from a position of anonymity without anyone even knowing a single truth about Charity. Charity spent each day in her apartment with her phone in hand, starring at the computer screen. She went out and handed fliers to everyone she could recruit to find her little boy. She was broken hearted but she did whatever she could to find Sylar. Each day as the story grimly unfolded, the pain of the loss of Sylar became unimaginable to the thousands of people who learned of his fate. On August 10, 2010, the horrible reality was reported to the world. A distant cousin of Sylar Newton named Don Newton found Sylar’s remains. Don had no idea who he was looking for, but only knew it was a two year old baby boy in nothing more than a diaper. Don Newton said “I was just going to search for a baby; I didn't know who it was …I still was kind of unprepared for this when I first found him and it kind of knocked me back.”Don had no idea of the relationship he shared with Sylar until one week into the search. I have since been honored to get to know Don and know him to be a man of God. Don was quoted as saying;” I asked God if He wanted me to find him and I was running out of ideas where to look.” Don had told me his daughter was home from Bible College when all of this happened. When Don’s daughter saw Sylar’s picture she cried. She wanted to adopt the little boy and give him the home that Charity knew in her heart she could not provide. Don found Sylar, and now it is in the hands of Arizona law enforcement to dispense justice. The detectives on this case are taking this very personally and are sparing no time or expense to bring the monsters to justice that are responsible for Sylar’s last night on earth. They are all men and women who have families of their own; this hit very close to home.
As each day passed, I noticed Sylar Orion Newton was no longer news and I struggled to find updates on his case. I'm dumbfounded at the lack of moral outrage from our country that this beautiful little boy was taken from us at such a young age. The world collectively wept as they looked at his innocent face wondering how this happened but sadly it is happening everyday all over the world. In the United States of America, I read this happens over two thousand times a day. I have emptiness in me that nothing alone can fill because when I look at Sylar I see everything that is missing in my own life. Sitting in my pristine luxury apartment, I imagined how much more blessed my life would be if Sylar were here with me playing with his toys, spilling chocolate ice cream on my carpet. His pictures all show a baby boy that was so happy to play with an empty can of Sunkist soda, or wearing just a red golf hat with a pair of over sized glasses on his face. Sylar’s needs were so simple to satisfy and in return he offered priceless joy to anyone who was blessed enough to love him. In not one of his photos did I ever see him crying. The picture that really broke my heart was the one where Sylar’s shirt asked the now haunting question, “What’s not to love?” Sylar please let me answer this question. There is nothing not to love because you were a perfect little boy. I would trade any blessing I have ever had or would have to just give you a hug and to tell you how much you are loved. You were knocked to the ground by these monsters and told on the last day of your life you were stupid because you could not find your shoes. Sylar, I am fifty-two years old and there are days when I can't find my shoes, car keys, or even my car. Sylar you must know now and for eternity you are smarter than any of us. When you became ill these monsters refused to help you, and for two hours your cries went unanswered. This was the last time you were heard from. But the real reason you where taken Sylar is because God could not stand how poorly you were being treated by these monsters. They were entrusted to care for and keep you safe but they failed, so He called you home to His heavenly Kingdom where you would be showered with nothing but eternal love. Matthew 18:1-4 states,” At that time, the disciples came to Jesus and asked, “Who is the greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven?” He called a little child and had him stand among them and he said: “I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the Kingdom of Heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven.” Sylar, today you are the greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven. I selfishly confess that I pray that my time here on earth is shorter than longer. I would have loved to be the father that you did not know. Showing you the love every child deserves would have been the noble purpose for my life. Alas, but now you are gone. Like a bird that only lands on this earth for a brief moment, you have flown away too soon my angel. My proudest day would have been seeing you grow into the man God wanted you to be. It is merely my unshakable belief that you are in heaven with the Lord that gives me the strength to continue on, but for now, I must follow God’s calling and serve Him until He calls me home. I will honor you Sylar by helping the innocent and helpless children that are still here calling out for help each and every day. I will continue to listen for their calls and I will respond to help them.
We are now left with the lessons that we should learn from this tragic loss of a young beautiful life that was Sylar Orion Newton. Before I start, if you look closely you will notice Sylar’s initials spell out the words “son”. First of all we must remember that it is every responsible adult’s duty to protect every single child on this earth. There are monsters are all around us and we must step in between those who wish to harm our children and keep them safe. We must make a choice as who we serve each and every day of our lives. If we take the stance that there is no God or heaven then our lives have no meaning and everything we do is for nothing but our own self serving needs. One other thing must happen is men must step up to the plate and uphold the fatherly image that children depend on. The world is full of men who have taken no responsibility for their children, and the women can't do it alone. Also, drugs can never be a part of an adult’s life that is caring for a child. Drugs are a dead-end street that will only destroy your life. If you see anyone using drugs that are caring for a child, please call the police as it could save a child’s life.
I tried to find words that will bring comfort at this terrible time in our lives, so I turned to the late Reverend Martin Luther King Jr. On September 18, 1963 in Birmingham, Alabama he eulogized four young black children who were brutally murdered by a bomb blast as they prepared for a Sunday church service. This is part of what the Reverend Martin Luther King said to a broken hearted congregation at the Sixth Avenue Baptist Church.
“May I now say a word to you, the members of the bereaved families? It is almost impossible to say anything that can console you at this difficult hour and remove the deep clouds of disappointment which are floating in your mental skies. But I hope you can find a little consolation from the universality of this experience. Death comes to every individual. There is an amazing democracy about death. It is not an aristocracy for some of the people, but a democracy for all the people. Kings die and beggars die; rich men and poor men die; old people die and young people die. Death comes to the innocent and it comes to the guilty. Death is the irreducible common denominator of all men.”
“I hope you can find some consolation from Christianity’s affirmation that death is not the end. Death is not a period that ends the great sentence of life, but a comma that punctuates it to more lofty significance. Death is not a blind alley that leads the human race into a state of nothingness, but an open door which leads man into life eternal. Let this daring faith, this great invincible surmise, be your sustaining power during these trying days.”
On April 4, 1968 the great man who spoke these words was assassinated. His words still live on today to bring us comfort in this most horrible time in the lives of those who loved Sylar Orion Newton. Since we cannot help Sylar, we must join together and unconditionally love his mother Charity Newton who needs us now more than ever. One day I looked at Sylar’s eyes and looked at a picture of Charity, and it hit me. Charity is Sylar but only twenty-four years older. The only difference in her eyes is the light that once shined so bright has dimmed from the pain of losing her son. She is this innocent child we all profess to love and care for, the only difference being of the divide of time. Can anyone tell me at what age are we supposed to stop being compassionate and loving human beings and turn to being hateful and not caring? It is written that all men and women are created equal, but it is only through piety that we are lifted to a divine existence on this earth. If you are a pious person then prove it now and with me lift Charity from the depth of her despair, by showing her the love that you would show Sylar. When in doubt, we must remember at all times that Sylar loved his troubled mother unconditionally. This is the true testament of a child’s love that never once judged her but only gave her hugs and kisses. Sylar will know who is showing her love and those who are hateful, so please join me and take the high road and walk in the path of God’s service. The high road is wide and there is enough room for all of us to take this journey to bring honor to Sylar Orion Newton. Sylar good night my little angel and please know that I will always love you, you have forever changed my life. Amen.
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