This is for a young man named Matthew.
I never knew you personally.
But I was 13 years old and I knew what happened to you.
You would have been 38 years old this year.
You are everyone’s story.
You were someone’s person.
Your life was stolen not because of people.
Because of ignorance.
You were a victim of hate.
I want you to know how some things have changed.
I want you to know when you are looking down from up above since 12:53 a.m. that early morning,
We have a long way to go.
But know that as I took these photos on the field,
I was thinking of you, a man I never got the chance to meet.