SHERIDAN Gorman’s face has haunted me ever since I first saw it online. It’s a rather nice face, actually quite a lovely face, the face of a vivacious young woman on the cusp of adult life and independence. It’s the face of a young woman other young women would like to befriend, and that teachers would be happy to have in their classes. I suspect it’s also the face of someone who had much to give, was a benefit and a blessing to all who knew her, and someone who went out of her way to serve others and put them at their ease, able to elevate the collective mood of any room she entered.
An illegal immigrant, a murdered white girl and a woke bandwagon
