One Year On… To My Friend Charlie Kirk.

Candace

On the one-year anniversary of Charlie Kirk's death, Candace Owens shares a deeply personal and emotional reflection through journal entries

Key takeaways

• Charlie Kirk's death was not an accident but a targeted public execution orchestrated by powerful forces.
• Candace experienced intense grief, including loss of appetite and vivid dreams, indicating psychological trauma.

Main topics

• Grief and emotional aftermath of Charlie Kirk's death
• Alleged political assassination and global broadcast anomaly

Notable quotes

"I'm really mad at you for being dead. I don't really know how else to open it or how else to say it."

"You were sentenced to a public execution. Everybody can see that, and I intend to find out why."

Conclusion

Candace Owens concludes her tribute by affirming that Charlie's legacy li

Transcript preview

Speaker 4 (0:00) All right, you guys, today marks the one-year anniversary of Charlie's death. Obviously, a lot has changed since September 10th. Our world, and certainly my world, is never going to be the same. I had been thinking of what to share with you guys on this day, what message to share with you. More memories of Charlie, of course, but I also thought it would be a good idea to take you guys through some journaling that I did throughout this year. Obviously, not all of it, but I... found that it did help me emotionally throughout the year to write, to write to Charlie. And obviously, I wish I also wasn't eight months pregnant doing this when I'm already in a heightened emotional state. But there's not really much I can do about that. So here goes nothing. This first bit I wrote in mid-October when we were out in Wyoming. Okay, it reads. Speaker 4 (0:49) Dear Charlie, I'm really mad at you for being dead. I don't really know how else to open it or how else to say it. I'm sure there are softer or kinder things that I could have gone with, but you know, I'm just so upset with you for not listening to me. You never really listened to me. I'm in Wyoming right now, which is one of our favorite states. We both loved the mountains and it's reminding me of another time that you didn't listen to me. When I told you that running 10 miles every single day was too much on your body, that you were going to get injured. And then you did. You injured your back. You were always that way, Charlie. Like, you just couldn't do anything halfway. That's why you hated fishing. I really love that picture of us in British Columbia holding the big salmon because I can hear you and I remember so clearly as soon as the photo was taken, you said, ugh, disgusting. You never appreciated fishing because you weren't really made for slowing down. You always were doing 10 things at once. Anyway, I'm out here because your death almost drove me insane. You won't believe it, but I actually did the thing. It was oddly clinical. I started making my way through the quote-unquote stages of grief. I wept for weeks, and I now realize why we don't use that verb very often, to weep, because it's different from crying. It just comes from a different place. It's distinctly guttural, almost animalistic sounding. And I want you to know that I weep for you, Charlie. Speaker 4 (2:12) I also have to say that I don't need you haunting me. In my sleep, I can feel your presence in a way that feels haunting. The dreams are too vivid, and I know deep down that they're not just dreams. I think I know how you felt back in 2018. My priest tells me that you're likely in purgatory and that I need to pray for your soul. I don't really know how it works when you become disincarnate, but I want you to know that I already know, so you don't need to keep insisting. You know, before we even found out that you didn't make it, I knew you were betrayed. I told George that as we prayed in his office. I said, they betrayed him. He replied, we don't know anything yet. And I said, no, I do know. Because I did know. Instantly, Charlie, like an old memory had just been triggered. I also know that they're not going to get away with it. They made a mistake. The devil overplayed his hand this time. I have this deep sense that they wanted me to see you die. The manner in which it was broadcast globally, all across social media, doesn't make any sense. It defied algorithmic norms, Facebook, TikTok, X. Suddenly all of their preventative measures that are designed to catch and remove violence from their platforms immediately malfunctioned that day. They wanted everyone. to watch you die. For what reason, I'm not sure. I had to come get out to the mountains just to take a breath because I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. I had not had a spell of anorexia since my early 20s, but the very first thing I did was I just stopped eating. And I'm not proud of that, but it was the only thing that I felt like I could immediately control. It was, for me, Wyoming or a sanitarium. And I'll never forget the moment and the way that George looked at me across the table as I sat there moving somewhere between the grief stages of bargaining and denial. And I was trying to convince him, but mostly I was trying to convince myself that maybe there was a chance that you were alive. I said to him, maybe he's in witness protection. And George looked at me with all of the strength and the paradoxical gentleness that it takes to break reality to someone that you love. And he said, I think he's dead, honey. I think Charlie's dead. I think at that time he knew that it was time for me to get away. I was then made to suffer through watching so many people in the political sphere. Act like flesh flies and maggots invading your corpse, people who hated you selling t-shirts and mugs in your name. Charlie, you're not going to believe me, but Ben Shapiro, of all people, slid into your studio within days, $1 million in hand. He told the world he was going to pick up your bloody mic. We'll see about that one. Speaker 4 (5:06) On a similar note, I have to tell you that your memorial was really weird. It was like an RNC rally. There was just no personality. There was no heart. There was a bunch of suits that were up there telling us how much you loved politics. It was like no one knew who you were outside of this conservative whiz kid with a vision to build a student organization. And they had Susie Wiles speaking. I mean, does anyone believe that you had a vision? for Susie Wiles to speak at your funeral one day. I've done my best to correct the record. Irina and John Mappin attended that memorial, and Irina felt that there was something off immediately. For one, she told me that she had never seen so many people speaking her native language, Russian, in Arizona. And I want you to know that when I was drowning, demanding answers to what really happened on September 10th, she and John tossed me a lifesaver. They were your real friends, and they wrote me the most beautiful open letter in your honor, a letter to the world. And it gave me the strength to fight another day. They wrote, in part, Charlie's execution is an assassination with potentially far-reaching political consequences for America and the world. What we