Police Officer Jeff B. Herman

Police Officer Jeff B. Herman

New York City Police Department, New York

End of Watch Friday, June 2, 1989

Jeff B. Herman

Police Officer Jeff Herman died of wounds sustained four days earlier when he was shot after responding to a call involving a violent dispute.

Officer Herman and his partner responded to a dispute call at 250 Hawthorne Street, Brooklyn. A female at the location had previously had the suspect arrested and the male had returned in an attempt to get her to drop charges. When Officer Herman and his partner arrived, the suspect drew a handgun and shot the female in the back. He then opened fire on the officers, striking Officer Herman in the leg and shoulder.

Officer Herman was taken to Kings County Hospital, where he died four days later from his wounds.

The suspect escaped, but later committed suicide after officers tracked him to an apartment and were moving in to arrest him.

Officer Herman had served with the New York City Police Department for five years and is survived by his wife and son. He was assigned to the 71st Precinct.


  • Age 25
  • Tour 5 years
  • Badge 23793

Incident Details

  • Cause Gunfire
  • Incident Date Tuesday, May 30, 1989
  • Weapon Gun; Unknown type
  • Offender Committed suicide

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Hello in Heaven Jeff. As you know, I always mention you in my prayers ... and as I hope you know, you always live in my heart and mind. I was thinking about you today and searched the Internet for any new articles and found the NYPD Patrol Boat that was named after you in 2015. It made me cry with joyful tears. I see that your mother is still hard at work ensuring that you live on forever (not that it could ever be any other way). I'm THRILLED that your beautiful son Joey, whom I sadly never got to meet once he was no longer a baby, has grown into a wonderful young man, and equally as thrilled that he knows you and holds you within his heart, and life, as though you've been with him for all of his life. Your wife and mother did a wonderful job in ensuring that. <3

I wouldn't even know where to start when reflecting back on you. From your countless hours of basketball in the park, playing drums, getting my first job at Keyfood and finding you working there offering to help show me the ropes (I was 14), the years that you were helping to run the neighborhood Youth Center and so many more, including later in life, in our 20's, going to visit my best friend in her new apartment, to find that you and your wife (not yet married I believe) lived in the apartment below her. You were always there - a bright star in the lives of everyone who knew you.

I guess I can use my very last memory of you as my reflection, because it's one that truly meant the most. It was after you were shot and in the ICU. I was in the Hamptons and getting updates from my mother via phone every few hours. When the call came in that you had gone to Heaven, I packed my bags and told my husband that we had to leave immediately. I wasn't going to miss my last goodbye to you, or paying my respects. As we were driving, more like barreling down the highways home, I was staring out the car window and noticed a very distinct cloud in the sky. It was shaped as a face with a big smile on it, and I felt goosebumps ... within seconds, the song Spirit In The Sky began to play on the radio. I knew then and have always known since, that it was you - and that you were smiling and knew that I was on my way. I treasure that moment and memory and always will.

People come and go in this life, but you're not and never were, just anyone. You were an Earth Angel ... a bright shining light that all who knew you could see and feel, and the impact that you made in such a short life-lived, is a testimony to that and more.

I, along with so many others, still miss very much.

Kimberly Friedson
Friend and Neighbor

November 1, 2017

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