A Poem for Heather

Heather Heyer, a 32-year-old daughter, friend and legal assistant, died Saturday in Charlottesville, Virginia. She was killed by a man who drove his car into a crowd of protesters peacefully demonstrating against a white supremacist rally. Nineteen others were injured.

Hours later, two Virginia state troopers, pilot Berke M.M. Bates and Lt. H. Jay Cullen, were also killed when their helicopter went down for unknown reasons just outside of Charlottesville. Bates and Cullen served as eyes in the sky for their fellow law enforcement officers who were on the ground that day.

They mourn.

We mourn.

The nation mourns.

“What would Heather do?” her friend, Marissa Blair told The New York Times in this interview.

Marissa and her fiancé marched with Heather. She scraped an arm and bruised a leg when the car plowed through. Her fiance broke his leg, and it was at the hospital getting care for him that Marissa learned what happened to Heather.

“We thought, ‘What would Heather do?’ Heather would go harder. So that’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to preach love. We’re going to preach equality, and Heather’s death won’t be in vain.”


What Would Heather Do Now? —An Acrostic Poem
after Heather Heyer, Charlottesville Victim, Is Recalled as ‘a Strong Woman,’ The New York Times, Aug. 13, 2017

Heather being Heather, she died standing up for
equality and justice. Spreading love, she was, when the
assassin hit her and 19 other souls. Bodies flying,
tears falling, blood
Equality justice love! she cries louder,
roars our names.


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