It has almost been a week since the body of LaToyia Figueroa was found. Today, Ive been thinking of her.
I read the Daily News at lunch and there was an article about her memorial service today. I also read about the scum-bag boyfriend who murdered her as well as an editorial by Elmer Smith that indicated that some folks feel that Figueroa brought on her own demise because of her choices in life; blaming the victim, how fucking perverse can people get?
I also read that when LaToyia was 4 years old, her own mother, Ann Taylor, was killed; her murderer remains at large...
And so, I am left with nothing more to say about this sickening episode, this sad, horrid slice of Philadelphia style American pie , other than the comforting words of Emerson who said in All Return Again:
It is the secret of the world that all things subsist and do not
die, but only retire a little from sight and afterwards return again. Nothing is dead; men feign themselves dead, and endure mock funerals and mournful obituaries, and there they stand looking out of the window, sound and well, in some new strange disguise. Jesus is not dead; he is very well alive; nor John, nor Paul, nor Mahomet, nor Aristotle; at times we believe we have seen them all, and could easily tell the names under which they go.
Catch you on the rebound LaToyia.