Kathy Boudin is gone.
She died just as she had lived: fighting for life, surrounded by love, intrepidly building community and casting those invisible but sturdy threads in every direction, connecting family and friends, colleagues and comrades, neighbors and strangers.
To be loved by Kathy—to love her—lit up the whole sky.
Kathy is dead.
But fire doesn’t die. Light and heat and love and desire go on and on.
And so does she.
Rest in Power, Sister/Comrade.
May Day, 2022
Bill Ayers 