THREE. THREE. TWENTY TWENTY-TWO
I'm not sure why I feel compelled to write, but I do. All of a sudden the photo that Ryan Kelly took is in my head. It’s such a horrific image that stays engrained into your memory. There’s so much anger and pain in this stillness of a picture, yet it’s in motion. It’s captivating and appalling, coincidentally. Maybe I feel compelled to write because of David Niall’s cover of someone like you capturing the essence of individuality and it’s nostalgic notes, but I’m sad. I’m still upset the riot happened and resulted in the death of Heather Heyer and the injury of many others. I’m still upset about the racism that still exists in society. There’s so much. I didn’t know this woman and yet I weep her loss because it’s insurmountable, as a parent, as a person, and as a human. What happened that day was not okay. What’s still happening today is not okay.
As David says, “don’t forget me, I begged”
This is for you, Heather.
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