15 years after Matthew Shepard's murder, his mother looks ahead
LARAMIE, Wyo. Every year, the day sneaks on up Judy Shepard to deliver its sucker punch from the past: The 12th of October. The day Matthew died.
"It hits you and you say to yourself: Oh, this is the day," she says. "This is why I feel so terrible."
Fifteen years ago this week, gay college student Matthew Shepard was pistol-whipped and left for dead: unconscious, barely alive, lashed to a jagged wooden fence outside this small prairie city by two men disgusted by his homosexuality. A passerby mistook the diminutive, 105-pound Shepard for a scarecrow a forlorn and unthinkable image that still haunts a generation of Americans.
Judy Shepard refuses to associate her son with that image or with the date that he died, six days after the attack. Instead, she summons memories of her eldest boy on Dec. 1, his birthday, celebrating his love for politics, languages and the spectacle of the musical "The Phantom of the Opera."
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i was a senior in high school at the time and remember students organizing a candle light vigil for him (he was brought to the hospital in my city). i think it was the next year that the fraternity at the college had that horrible float in the homecoming parade.
my mom met him a few times and said he was a very sweet and fun young man.