Her name is Sarah Everard. She was 33 years old. She worked in marketing, after graduating from Durham University, and was “incredibly kind”.
A week ago, her lovely, kind face wasn’t known to most of us, but now we feel so much as if it was.
What happened to her didn’t happen in a vacuum but a cauldron of daily male abuse.
Witness the piles of flowers not seen since the death of another young woman in a Paris subway. As Kate showed us yesterday, fear of male violence grips duchesses too.
Now we find ourselves retraumatised as women and as a nation by grotesque scenes on Clapham Common.
It’s not enough that a male police officer is alleged to have murdered Sarah. His colleagues, ordered by a state increasingly abusing its chauvinistic powers, dragged women to the ground.
This was a vigil but make no mistake it was also a protest.
We are not angry. We are incandescent.
Sarah is all of us who dare to walk the streets after dark, who refuse to have our freedom curtailed by male violence. She is a hero. She just wanted to go home.