My statement from earlier 🧵:
My name is Erica, I am the daughter of Dawn Lafferty Hochsprung, the principal of sandy hook school — and as I was testifying about the rape threats that were sent to me because of Alex Jones’ lies,
he was on the steps of the courthouse holding a press conference spreading his hate and further pushing his dangerous agenda.
After almost a decade of threats and messages from conspiracy theorists lead by Jones, this is a moment years in the making. And in this big moment,
like in every big moment since the shooting, I just wish I could call my mom and tell her about it.
I would tell her about the horror of watching Alex Jones hold court with press outside the courthouse.
The disappointment of watching so many news outlets who’ve known us since 12/14 run his words unfiltered. The heartbreak of reliving the shooting as so many families took the stand to share stories of their slain loved ones.
But I would also tell her about the bright spots.
News stations like @NBCConnecticut refused to give a platform to a dangerous conspiracy theorist. The jury bravely bore witness to our pain, sitting through hours of testimony that is unlikely to leave their minds anytime soon.
And then there are the people who were by my side through the trial. @ChrisMatteiCT , Alinor, @joshkoskoff , @Matt_Blumenthal & team, were my guideposts and shining lights throughout all of this and I can’t thank them enough for their compassion, extreme expertise and friendship.
I wish I could tell my mom about all of this. I wish I could tell her about so many things that have happened since she was murdered. I will never stop missing her.
I wish that after today, I could just be a daughter grieving my mom and stop worrying about conspiracy theorists sending me threats, or worse. But I know that this is not the end of Alex Jones in my life.
I know his hate, lies, and conspiracy theories will follow me and my family through the rest of our days. But I’m also hopeful that what happened here today will save other families of high profiles tragedies from the cycle of abuse and retraumatization
that we all were put through as we simply tried to survive the hardest days of our lives.
I am incredibly proud and thankful of the message we sent here today: The truth matters. And those who profit off of other people’s trauma will pay for what they’ve done.
There will be more Alex Joneses in the world. But today they learned that they will be held accountable.
I hope, one day, I’ll become a fraction of the woman you were. I love you, Mommy.
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My sister and I were tasked with picking out what she would be buried in. A beautiful green dress. Sandy Hook Green.
Tina and I decided to wear yoga pants and Sandy Hook School Staff shirts with black Uggs to the wake. We knew that we would be standing for 12 hours or more. We wanted to be comfortable. We wanted to show our support for the school. Mostly, we wanted to match Mommy.
We decided that her cute little feet should be comfortable for eternity - she would be buried in her 25+ year old Uggs that her father brought home for her from a trip to Australia.
Six years ago she was getting her last hour of sleep. She would wake up and get ready for work just like it was any other day.
I am grateful to know that she was so happy that morning, playing jokes on her colleague, helping to get a coffee stain out of a sweater
returning a perfectly folded scarf that she borrowed to wear to the winter concert the night before.
Her morning at work would start out like any other. Busy, efficient. She did not know that the PPT meeting would be her last. She heard a noise and silenced the room.
Was that gunshots? Holy shit, it was gunshots! She stood from her chair and walked towards the door of the conference room. She saw the shooter. She turned briefly to warn the others. “SHOOTER, STAY PUT!”