He Was A Person. He Had A Name.

 

 

This immediately drew me in – so significant is the message, a message we fail to often realise, until it is too late.

At least this man had his name returned to him, his identity restored in some way. He was being reclaimed as not just another ‘object’ – faceless and nameless wandering past us, inhabiting a subsidiary world, we choose to ignore. He was no longer to be lost to us and the world we are submerged in.

He was Emory. He was a person. He had a name.