Ohio AG Dave Yost denounces Hinton crowd fund, but it's not the first of its kind

Rodney Hinton Jr. is accused of killing a sheriff's deputy a day after a Cincinnati police officer shot and killed his son while investigating a vehicle theft.
An online crowdsourced fundraiser for Hinton Jr. that has raised nearly $50,000. Ohio Attorney General Dave Yost is expected to denounce the fundraiser at a May 20 press conference.
The press conference is scheduled for 1 p.m. at the Hamilton County Coroner's Office building in Blue Ash, during which officials will "denounce online fundraising for the man charged in Henderson's murder," a news release states.
Since his May 2 arrest, Hinton Jr. has gained an online following, according to Cincinnati Enquirer reporting. That included a GoFundMe crowdsourced fundraisers, which law enforcement successfully petitioned the service to remove, the Enquirer reports.
However, GiveSendGo is still hosting a fundraiser for Hinton Jr., and it has raised nearly $50,000,
GiveSendGo spokesperson Alex Shipley said the campaigns supporting Hinton do not violate the platform's terms of service, the Enquirer reports.
"At GiveSendGo, we believe in the fundamental freedom for individuals to seek help and for others to choose whether they wish to support them," Shipley said in a statement. "Our platform exists to allow people to turn to their communities for assistance, even in difficult or controversial situations."
Similarly, a GiveSendGo supporting Luigi Mangione, the man accused of shooting United Healthcare CEO Brian Thompson in December 2024, received $31,000 to help pay for Mangione's legal costs, according to USA TODAY.
Multiple GoFundMe fundraisers supporting Karmelo Anthony, the Texas teen to have allegedly stabbed another teenager at a track meet, were removed while a GiveSendGo remained active, according to USA TODAY.
A fund supporting a Minnesota woman who apparently admitted to using a racial slur against a 5-year-old Black child had raised $670,000 through GiveSendGo, MSNBC reports. The fundraising goal was set at $1 million.
This article originally appeared on Cincinnati Enquirer: Hinton crowd fund not an outlier but Ohio AG Dave Yost denounces it

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