Two Men and a Woman Are Killed in Brooklyn Crash

Three people were killed in Brooklyn early Saturday when a car sped through a red light and struck another vehicle, the police said.

The collision occurred about 2 a.m. in the Gravesend neighborhood when, according to the police, a black Acura containing four people traveling eastbound on Avenue U “at a high rate of speed” went through the traffic signal at East Fifth Street and smashed into a red Toyota with two occupants that had been traveling north.

The Acura then careened into two parked cars, one of which hit another car. The Toyota slid east on Avenue U, striking a city bus and a parked car, which in turn hit another vehicle.

Both occupants of the Toyota were killed in the crash, the police said, identifying them as Andre M. Capers-Jones, 26, of Gravesend and Leonora Lavaud, 24, of Park Slope. The police said that Mr. Capers-Jones was driving and that Ms. Lavaud was sitting next to him.

The man driving the Ac ura was also killed, the police said, but his name had not been released by Saturday evening. A second man in the Acura was thrown from the vehicle. He suffered head trauma and was listed in critical condition at Lutheran Medical Center, the police said.

Two women who were in the Acura were also brought to Lutheran with leg injuries. One of them was identified by relatives as Rachel Darling, 23.

On Saturday night, more than a dozen people, including several relatives, tried to console one another at the third-floor apartment where Mr. Capers-Jones grew up.

Andre Capers-Jones, 26.

Mr. Capers-Jones had received an associate's degree from Brooklyn College and hoped to become a teacher of children with di sabilities. He worked at the Mercy Home for Children as he pursued his education, relatives and friends said.

An aunt, Tanya Jefferson, called Mr. Capers-Jones's death “senseless.”

“He lived a short life,” she added. “But he was happy.”

A brother, Tyshon Capers-Jones, 30, said that his brother had been driving Ms. Lavaud home when the accident occurred.

Giving a ride to a friend was typical of Mr. Capers-Jones, his brother said, adding that he frequently accompanied his 72-year-old mother to medical appointments and helped her shop.

At Lutheran, Ms. Darling's mother, Marina Tabakman, said that one of her daughter's legs was broken in two places. Ms. Tabakman added that she did not know who had been driving the Acura.

When she received a call saying that her daughter had been hospitalized, Ms. Tabakman said, she was initially angry, but later felt relief when she realized that her daughter had survived an accident that had kille d others.

Ms. Tabakman said she spoke with Ms. Darling after she emerged from an operation.

“My daughter said, ‘All I saw was the impact, and I screamed,'” she said.

On Lower East Side Corner, Mourning Young Athlete Killed by a Gunman

Chang W. Lee/The New York TimesThe memorial for Raphael Ward who was killed Friday.

Raphael Ward was known in the projects of the Lower East Side for his tall lanky frame, his easy laugh and his devotion to nearly every form of sports, especially baseball.

Raphael, who was 16, played shortstop for teams like the Pirates and the Hawks, organized by the local Boys Club, and fellow players said he was known for graceful fielding and a smooth swing.

Just after 9 p.m. on Friday, according to the police, he was fatally shot while standing near the intersection of Rivington and Columbia Streets, about a block from the apartment in the Baruch housing project, where he lived with his mother and a younger brother.

He was declared dead at Beth Israel Medical Center.

Nicholas Ramos, 18, said that he was with Raphael on Friday night when a gunman approached, causing panic among a group of people gathered in a commercial plaza.

Mr. Ramos darted into a pizza shop and Raphael sought shelter next door, in a candy store. Mr. Ramos said he thought Raphael emerged from the store a few moments later to see if the gunman was still outside. It was at that point that the gunman fired, striking Raphael in the chest and sending him reeling back into the store.

The police said that as Raphael collapsed he spoke to a few friends inside the store, indicating that the person who shot him might have wanted to steal his jacket. Others who were gathered at the store on Saturday wondered whether the shooting could have stemmed from a simmering feud between youths living in the Baruch project and the nearby Riis Houses.

Althou gh the narrow streets of the Lower East Side have many popular bars and restaurants and tenants in the apartments above often pay high rents, Raphael's part of the neighborhood has retained some of the old dangers. Drug gangs still operate in the Baruch houses and gunfire is not uncommon. Some residents said on Saturday that Raphael may have sometimes hung out with people who were in gangs but they portrayed him differently, as an A student, with a vivid sense of humor and a strong commitment to sports.

Raphael Ward, 16, played for the Lower East Side Pirates baseball team. He was killed at a bodega near Ri vington and Columbia Streets.

No one answered a knock on the door to the apartment where Raphael lived. Affixed to the door was a handwritten note that asked for privacy and added: “your concern and love is greatly appreciated.”

Outside the building, Opal Cotto, 38, said that Raphael's mother was “falling apart” from grief.

A neighbor, Omar Gibson, also 38, who said he had children Raphael's age described him as “soft-spoken and respectful” and added that he was known in the neighborhood as a talented athlete.

“He was built to be on TV, getting paid to play with a ball,” he said.

Outside the candy store, photographs of Raphael were taped to a wall above a cardboard box that sat next to bouquets of flowers.

Sebastian Ramos, Nicholas Ramos' brother, knelt next to the display and closed his eyes. He said that he had heard a gunshot the previous night and emerged from a nearby building to see Raphael's body inside the store.

Nearby, others lighted tall candles in glass sleeves adorned with pictures of saints.

Back at the building where Raphael's mother lives, Kalil Perry, 15, was on his way upstairs to pay his respects. He burst into tears as he approached the building and Mr. Gibson, standing by the front door, grabbed him and hugged him as he wept.

“He was my friend,” Mr. Perry said. “We hung out every day.”