09/09/2026
I never had the privilege of knowing Brock Lewis.
I do know his sister, Hollie, and over the past few months she has trusted me enough to share some of Brock’s story with me. I am incredibly grateful for that trust and for her willingness to speak openly about something so deeply painful.
Those conversations have stayed with me. They have deepened and further personalized the way I think about homelessness, mental health, substance use, public safety and the systems we rely on to care for people in our community. They have also added another layer to the questions I ask and the way I think about my responsibility in public service.
Every person we see struggling on our streets is still someone’s person. Someone’s brother, sister, son, daughter, parent or friend. They have a story. They are loved.
Jack Shuler and The Reporting Project have shared Brock’s story, and I believe it is an important one for our community to read. It is difficult and complicated, but it raises questions we should be willing to sit with as we think about how we serve people who are struggling and where gaps may still exist.
I hope you’ll take the time to read it, really read it, and listen to what Brock’s story and Hollie’s experience can teach us.
Thank you, Hollie, for continuing to tell your brother’s story and for challenging all of us to see the humanity in people we too often look past.
Brock Lewis, a 34-year-old, lifelong Newark resident with unforgettable blue eyes, represents a population often overlooked – or looked at with disdain – by society. He was among three unhoused people who died on the streets of Newark this summer.