. I've read extensively about Matthew Shepard, listened carefully and tearfully to Judy, his mother, screamed at their detractors, and cried.
My pal Kathy Riordan over at Salon.com has posted a gut-wrenching piece about an experience she had the day Matthew Shepard died that is a must-read.
Never afraid of flying in my life. Never.
What seemed like a lifetime later, we landed in Denver, rushed off the plane to find other ways home, home to loved ones, open arms, hugs, love, safety.
Safety. That which we took for granted.
I looked up at a television screen in the gate. News was breaking.
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A young man had been found, tied to a fence in the sagebrush outside Laramie, beaten, and nearly dead.
A young man. Sagebrush. Laramie.
A young man. Fence. Sagebrush. Laramie.
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Numb I was. Numb. We'd been so low to the ground. So slow. Amazing no one had seen him.
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My heart ached. Someone thought he was a scarecrow, I'd heard. Hate crime, I heard later.
Dead, I heard later.
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Not home. Not warm. Not safe.
The safety we take for granted.
The October day I won't forget. [...]
None of us can imagine what Matthew's last hours or days of life were like.
In those moments I find myself afraid, I think of Matthew. [...]
Matthew's mother, Judy Shepard, has been a tireless champion for hate crimes legislation since Matthew's untimely death that October day in 1998.
Please go read Kathy's gripping article here, in full.