An Even Sadder Anniversary, Darlings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                           In the wee hours of the morning, fifty seven  years ago,  Catherine "Kitty" Genovese was murdered.  She  was 28-years-old, then;  today she would  have been 85.

                                             Most know the basics of the story--the convict scum Winston Moseley, who hunted down,  raped and killed her, the urban legned of  city apathy it engendered, and the national outrage it imposed  on our nation.

                                             But, fifty seven years later, I want to focus on the  one bit of  compassion that is  rarely talked  about.

                                               Kitty  did  not die alone.

                                                Bleeding profusely,  she snuck into the back entrance of  her Austin  Street apartment, in Kew Gardens, Queens,  collapsing on  the stairwell.

                                                 A door opened, and out stepped Sophia  Farrar, a  neighbor.  Recognizing Kitty and her  peril  at once,  she  got  her husband to  call  the cops, or ambulance,  while  holding  the  still  living,  still  bleeding girl  in her  arms.

                                                    And  it was  in the  arms  of  this compassionate  woman that  Kitty Genovese  died.  The angels  took  her,  but  without the lack  of compassion  assumed.

                                                       Last year, Sophia Farrar died, on August 28, 2020, at the age of 92.

                                                       So, while we remember  the tragedy of Kitty's death, and the  lack  of empathy it did  generate, never  let us forget the compassion  of  the one  good  woman who stood beside her--Sophia Farrar.

                                                          Let us use this day to mourn Kitty,  but celebrate Sophia!!!!!!!!!!!!