Twenty-three years today, and still we have nothing. Ninety-six lives, and still no justice. Countless lies, and still no real truth. It’s not just once a year we remember; how could we forget?
It’s April 15th again. Small steps are better than nothing, but far from enough. We’re only now beginning to truly understand the extent of the cover up; of the steps people will take to hide their own culpability and avoid doing what’s right, lest it do themselves damage.
Expose the lies before she dies.