met and began living together in the 1870s, were together for 40 years
They wrote a number of passionate love poems to each other, using a joint penname Michael Field was their way of declaring their inseparable oneness.
Friends referred to them as the Fields, the Michaels or the Michael
Edith died of cancer in 1913, as did Katherine less than a year later. They were buried together at St Mary Magdalen cemetery, Mortlake.
I don’t know why I always end up liking the least popular characters on tv but I do. It’s not like I go online to see if this person is loved or not and chose the underdog. I just think after watching one or two scenes I find myself connecting with the character. It’s just they happen to be hated. lol
Today marks three years since the Isla Vista massacre happened. Rest in peace to George Chen, Cheng Yuan Hong, Weihan Wang, Katherine Breann Cooper, Christopher Ross Michaels-Martinez, and Veronika Elizabeth Weis.
Sheriff’s office report reveals plan was months in the making in 2014 attack that left six people dead, not including Rodger, and 14 people wounded
After stabbing his two housemates and another man to death, Elliot Rodger began the second part of his murderous rampage with a triple vanilla latte from Starbucks.
Then, from behind the wheel of his black BMW coupe, he uploaded his final video to YouTube, titled Retribution.
The men he killed at his apartment were Weihan Wang, 20; Cheng Yuan Hong, 20; and George Chen, 19.
Less than two hours after purchasing his latte, at around 9.15pm, Rodger arrived at the Alpha Phi sorority house. Rachel Glikes, who lived there, heard him pounding on the door for several minutes. No one answered, but after the pounding stopped Glikes heard “six to seven gunshots, a female scream, followed by three additional gunshots”.
Vanessa Brist, another resident, heard the gunshots as she was getting dressed, according to the report, but thought at first they were firecrackers. Linda Gordon, the sorority’s “house mother”, gathered some of the other residents in a room to take shelter.
Rodger had returned to his car. Through its open window, he shot Veronika Weiss, Katherine Cooper and Bianca DeKock as they walked past the western wall of the sorority house. Then, making what one witness described as an “aggressive” turn from Embarcadero Del Norte on to Segovia, Rodger drove away.
DeKock survived; Cooper and Weiss did not.
The first 911 call came in to the Santa Barbara County dispatch center at 9.27pm, from a man named Spencer. The sheriff’s office broadcast a “gunshots heard” call less than 30 seconds later. Deputies, several of whom had heard the gunshots before running towards the house, converged on the scene.
Rodger was still driving. He made a three-point turn in a driveway on Pardall Road. As he passed a coffee shop on Pardall, he fired one round into it. It was closed at the time.
A group of friends was standing on the corner outside the IV Deli Mart when they heard a loud noise, which the report says was likely Rodger’s gunshot into the coffee shop. One of them suggested they go inside the deli, so they filed inside.
Christopher Michaels-Martinez turned to look at Rodger’s car from the doorway of the store – he was struck in the chest as Rodger fired “numerous gunshots into the store”. Michaels-Martinez fell to the floor inside the deli mart, where he died.
Rodger continued to drive, shooting from the car window. Near the junction of Embarcadero Del Norte and Madrid Road, he swerved to hit a man, Jin Fu, who was crossing the road.
The car struck Fu with such force, according to the report, “that his body flipped as he was thrown into the air”. Miraculously, Fu’s only injury was a small bruise on his left calf.
Rodger continued to shoot at people, hitting and wounding several of them, as well as knocking several people over with his car.
At 9.35pm, Rodger crashed heavily into a parked car. Officers rushed to it. In the driver’s seat, they found Rodger, his black Sig Sauer pistol loaded and cocked next to his hip. He was dead, from a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head.
The whole attack had taken around eight minutes, according to the report, which estimates that 55 9mm rounds were fired. By the end, 14 people had been wounded, either by gunshot or by being struck by Rodger’s car, and six were dead, not including Rodger.
I have so much love for this community. It’s so beautiful to see everyone come together to support and love each other through this difficult time. Rest in paradise Christopher Michaels- Martinez, Weihan Wang, James Hong, George Chen, Katherine Cooper, and Veronika Weiss. You will all be forever missed and loved in our Isla Vista community.
Top from left: George Chen, Weihan Wang, Cheng Yuan Hong
Bottom from left: Veronika Weiss, Katherine Cooper, Christopher Michaels-Martinez
How is it that I’ve seen pictures of the UCSB shooter so many times now, but not once have I heard anyone mention the names of the victims.
George Chen, 19, was studying computer science. He volunteered as a camp counselor and loved working with children.
Weihan Wang, 20, know as David, was studying computer engineering and was planning on starting a business with his friends. He was supposed to go to Yellowstone later this year for his 21st birthday
Cheng Hong, 20, went by James and was also pursuing a career in computer science. He was one of those people who are quiet, but friendly with a smile that could light up the room.
Veronika Weiss was a first year student at the university, only 19. Veronika took part in cross country, baseball, swimming, and water polo while at her high school. She was a very bright young woman and specialized in math academically.
22 year old Katherine Cooper was known as Katie. She was supposed to graduate that year with a degree in art history. Katie’s friends remember her for her outgoing and energetic personality.
Chris Michaels-Martinez, 20, was a lover of baseball since. He was studying English literature and was looking forward to the possibility of studying abroad in London. He also had plans for law school after his time at the university.
These victims were real people. They had families who have been left heart broken and friends who are left wondering why the world has to be so unfair. Remember their names, not the shooter’s.
You cannot tame metal the same way you
cannot tame flesh. I am in this girl’s right
hand. When she is alone, she calls me
Finger. Limb. Necessary. In the mirror,
she practices being assertive in case she
ever needs it. She practices holding me
the way her mother and grandmother
taught her to.
But she will never admit how much fear
she has swallowed by the spoonful. She
is afraid of telling a strange man no.
In the mirror, she can recite their names:
Maren Sanchez, killed for rejecting
a prom date. Mary Spears, gunned down
after turning down a man she did not know.
Lakeeya Walker, beaten by a man after
not thanking him for holding the door
open for her. Katherine Cooper and
Veronika Weiss, shot 15 times all together
by a college student who had a plan
to kill everyone in their sorority house.
The list overflows, and yet she still tucks
this fear in her sneakers, combs it into
her hair as if it’s a fun-colored yarn.
Somehow, she believes this fear will
protect her. She believes that if she
braids me in between her joints with
enough force, she will be safe. Maybe
she will draw her own blood out of
its hiding places, but she will be safe.
It’s my job to remain calm. I will steady
her hands as she hears footsteps slapping
against the sidewalk behind her. This is
a world that doesn’t bother to pluck
the terror out of her chest when the moon
begins to frown at her. The more times
I patrol her hands, the more I understand
the part of womanhood that is always
You cannot tame metal the same way you
cannot tame flesh. But you can calm
the flesh down. You can be on the other
end of the phone for her at 10:00 PM.
You can try and make surviving as flesh
just a little fucking easier. She does not
need saving from herself. She needs saving
from the very people who put me
in the palms of her hands.
Letter from the House Key in Between a Woman’s Fingers, Lydia Havens