Heather Heyer was the 32 year-old paralegal who died yesterday when a man (I’m not going to name him) drove his car into protesters in Charlottesville. Her mother, Susan Bro, shared this about the daughter she is so proud of:
She always had a very strong sense of right and wrong, she always, even as a child, was very caught up in what she believed to be fair. Somehow I almost feel that this is what she was born to be, is a focal point for change. I’m proud that what she was doing was peaceful, she wasn’t there fighting with people.
Please let’s not have the death of this courageous young woman be in vain. Her last words on her Facebook page are:
If you’re not outraged, you’re not paying attention.
Wow.
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Yeah. Powerful and inspiring!
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It shouldn’t have happened in the first place. But maybe something good will come from it.
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I hope so Sarah. There were scores of peaceful marches all over the country today, so that’s something.
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Reblogged this on bookmarkchronicles and commented:
“If you’re not outraged, you’re not paying attention.”
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Man, what to say to something like this. I guess in some cases it’s better not to say anything but let things describe themselves.
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Right?!
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Aw man, so sad. I haven’t read anything about the Charlottesville incident, but from what I’ve gathered, people are extremely heart broken.
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It’s absolutely horrible what’s happened.
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Just read about it. So tragic. Geez our world is messed up.
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It does seem like it.
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A sad and pointless death of a young woman with so much life left to live.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I keep thinking of all the good she had already done. If she hadn’t been killed yesterday, how much more would she have gone on to do?
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Back in time we go. Poor family.
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Yep. Things haven’t changed that much unfortunately.😡
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I am outraged, have been ever since the buffoon was elected. Heather has not died in vain. Many more angry eyes will be opened….and we must continue to move our outrage in positive directions.
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People need to unite Larry. It’s the only way to fight this!
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Prayers for comfort and support to her family. 😦
Prayers for peace and an end to this senseless hate for us all.
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Amen!
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Such a sad and needless death of someone with life ahead of them.
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Indeed it is. Especially someone who had already done so much good.
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A tragedy is what it is.
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That it is.😟
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Reblogged this on Writing Radiation and commented:
By Hook Or By Book made a really good point in BookmarkChronicles reblog – Heather’s words cannot be shared enough.
RIP. 😥
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This is senseless and really hard to swallow.
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It really is Jay.😟
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It’s so hard, trying to find new words to express each tragedy that keeps happening. I’m almost at a loss. Like, I’m uttering the same horrified phrases each time, because it’s way too often, and it’s all just so damn horrific.
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It really is Birdie.😟
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A life taken far too soon and under such horrific circumstances…
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I keep thinking of how much good she would have continued to do. It’s such a tragic waste.😪
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That’s a weird title for a book.
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It’s not a book.
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I hate that this happened but I love that 2 bystanders tackled the perp.
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I absolutely agree Cass.
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Trump house held a news conference where he’s defending the racists protesters
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I saw a bit of it Cass, and he sounded a little unhinged.😒
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Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
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Oh My Gosh, that’s beautiful!
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Wow Kim. I didn’t even know about this. That is so powerful!
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Grr! I just found this and two of your other comments in my spam!😡
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I didn’t even know there was a way to have spam. Lol.
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It can be an aggravating problem here on WordPress.😒
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I bet. I’m glad I haven’t faced it yet!
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