WHAT KILLS ME

Myrlie Evers

When people talk about the movement

as if it started in ’64, it erases every

body who vanished on the way home

from work or school and is still listed

as missing. It erases the pile of recovered

bodies—some burnt, shot, dismembered,

some beaten just beyond recognition.

It mutes every unsung voice in Mississippi

that dared to speak up—fully understanding

the consequences. When people talk

about the movement as if it started in ’64,

it erases his entire life’s work.

It means he lived and died for nothing.

And that’s worse than killing him again.