Marking Seven Years Since Meredith Was Taken From Her Family And Friends

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I went to my yard tonight. It’s been 2 degrees the last few days in Toronto. But there still are roses blooming on our bush. It was a nice day of remembrance for Meredith. Next year, may justice have been served.

Justice for Meredith is coming soon.

When I think of the beautiful life that was taken away from Meredith it sickens me, it seems so unfair and cruel.  As a parent, my heart aches for the Kerchers and their unimaginable pain.  Until they are reunited in the afterlife I hope that the imprisonment of Knox and Sollecito next year gives them some sense of satisfaction.

She has found peace. She has found that what we value much on earth has no value over there. The concept of virtue and vice, a creation of our own intellectuality, has suddenly disappeared. She has no complaints, no grudges and no bad feelings. She has transcended all these.

Thank you for this beautiful post and wonderful poem. Rest in peace dear Meredith. Justice is coming very soon.

@chami

Very nicely expressed.

The beautiful rose tribute to Meredith now at the top was created by main poster Via Pergola four years ago after the trial when all seemed said and done and justice for Meredith and her family and friends had arrived.

It resides permanently on this page at the top of the videos suggested by readers over the years, and is played almost daily by someone.

The second video on that page was created by the Finnish rock singer Timo Rusanen who moves around in western Europe. He explained in this post how it came to be. A fellow citizen of the world.

Rest in peace Meredith, a beautiful soul.

Hopeful, the poem is beautiful - thank you.

RIP Meredith. We will never forget you.

So very beautiful, the poem and music. Thank you for posting this. RIP, Meredith.

Very nice tribute in the Corriere Deel Umbria, translation follows.

http://corrieredellumbria.corr.it/news/attualita/154039/Sette-anni-fa-l-omicidio-di.html

Here is the translation kindly done by Karen of the tribute that appeared in Corriere - every year they remember Meredith as do some other Italian media.

Seven Years Ago The Murder Of Meredith Kercher

Meredith Susanna Cara Kercher was a splendid green-eyed girl. She would have celebrated her twentieth birthday on Dec. of that year, 2007. At the beginning of Sept. she arrived in Perugia from London to increase her knowledge of the Italian language. A student at Leeds University, she had composed a very appreciated essay on Dante Alighieri, and the choice to come to Italy was consequential.

Never would she imaged that she was living the last days of her life, and that in her bedroom of Via della Pergola, which she had rented and from where she admired a panorama that in letters to her family, she herself described as breath-taking, she would have been horribly murdered.

Seven years have passed from that chilling Nov. 1st.  She rests in a grave in the cemetery of Croydon, on the outskirts of London. The “presumed” (they remain that way until the Cassazione sentence) responsible for her death- the American Amanda Knox and her co-defendant Raffaele Sollecito-  three years older, were found guilty (spent more than four years in prison), then acquitted and found guilty again (Florence).

Now they await the last hearing in front of the judges of the Supreme Court. Rudy Guede, from the Ivory Coast, class of 1986, the only one found guilty and serving time, is waiting in the prison of Viterbo, for early release, which seems imminent.

Right now the panorama in Via della Pergola has changed, a mud slide, a few meter from the house, blocking car traffic.

Meredith (Mez for family and friends) the night before she died had been happy, very happy. With her English friends she had dressed up to celebrate Halloween and went to disco and pubs in downtown Perugia.  She was dressed up as a vampire. On the left side of her mouth, she painted with a lipstick a trickle of blood, she seems so happy that the minute that she got home, nearly at dawn before going to sleep, tired as she was, she wanted to post on Facebook the pictures taken to show them to the family and friends in London.

Mez woke up in early afternoon, a fast telephone exchange with her father (who was attending business at the bank in London), a fast encounter with Amanda and Raffaele, (they were preparing a plate of spaghetti) and left to go to her seven British friends, waiting for her in Via Boncampi.  A movie, talks and laughs, something to eat (even a sweet threat) and than back home, with a friend.  The last one to see her alive, a little after eight.

Death, whoever kill her, found her between 9 and 11 pm. Her body, nude and covered by a duvet, was found a few minutes after 2 pm on the second of Nov by the police and friends (of which even Amanda and Raffaele), in the room locked (key never found) and blood stained even on the walls and furniture. Time devours everything, but the image of that poor, unfortunate student, it is impossible to erase from our hearts.

As a long time follower and stout supporter of TJMK, as the case finally reaches its just conclusion and as another anniversary arrives, I would also like to record my own reflection on this sad case in the form of a poem. I do hope that it will serve Meredith’s memory well and find some resonance with all my friends on TJMK.

Meredith, RIP.

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MEREDITH.

What kind of impulse warps the mind
And fires the passion then to act?
How quickly spite and hatred bind
Willing hands in a murderous pact?

Meredith had crossed the line,
Seen right through the Knox masquerade,
Borne her sluttish ways for a time,
Then challenged how she had behaved.

None had ever told Knox before,
That she could not do as she liked,
Knox could not have this any more!
She would have to put matters right.

Jealous spite soon paved the way,
For psycho Knox to hatch a plot,
Lured Sollecito and Guede,
To help her stir her witch’s pot.

And when she knew that Meredith,
Would be, defenceless, home alone,
Knox would bring her murderous kith,
To make Mez suffer and atone.

Pinned down and raped by Guede,
Sollecito’s knife at her throat,
Knox, seething in a vengeful rage,
Stabbed her neck with a single stroke.

Then they left her, alone and still,
Locked the doors and then homeward bound,
Not to return again until,
The clean up before Mez was found.

And then the years of denial
And obscene claims of innocence,
Knox and Sollecito’s long trial,
Rife with contradicting defence.

Very soon now, everyone knows,
The Supreme Court will right the wrong,
The Knox/Sollecito Road Shows,
Will then end up where they belong.

So, rest in peace, poor Mez, at last
Know that True Justice is secure,
Long after all this pain is past,
Your sweet memory will endure.

Comments posted here on psychopathy in the light of several new cases now appear below this new post.

http://www.truejustice.org/ee/index.php?/tjmk/comments/the_case_for_more_observation_and_firmer_action/

Where next:

Or to next entry Meredith’s 29th: She Might Confidently Have Expected To Have Come Far By Now

Or to previous entry Meredith And Her Understanding Of The Power Of Good Thoughts