With your bitter, twisted lies.
You may trod me in the very dirt, but still like dust, I’ll rise. "
"In their early reports of Jovin’s murder, newspapers and television stations used the same photograph of her. It made Jovin appear fragile, a delicate sparrow of a woman. Her friends were taken aback by the picture. “It didn’t look anything like Suzanne really was,” one recalls. To begin with, friends insist that Jovin, who was five feet five inches and weighed 125 pounds, was physically quite strong. She jogged, played squash, skied, and sometimes took step-aerobics classes at Yale’s Payne Whitney gym. Whoever killed her, her friends say, was very strong or, says one, “someone who knew what they were doing.” Nor was Jovin as shy and hesitant as the photograph made her seem. “‘Strong-willed’ isn’t the word,” says a friend. “If you were talking about things Suzanne knew about, she would knock you out if she disagreed.” “She had very strong opinions,” says Rebecca Jovin. “Sometimes she lacked self-confidence, but overall she was the strongest person I ever met.”
“She was so not a victim,” says a friend. Jovin, says another friend, “had a very, very strong sense of justice and righteousness.… She could just be furious if she thought somebody she cared about or herself was treated unfairly.… She would make that clear, that she wouldn’t put up with everything.”
“We tried to encourage self-confidence in our daughters to the extent of recognizing their worth and capabilities and of exerting their rights while avoiding arrogance. We encouraged them to never feel limited by their sex,” her parents say. “We were very proud of Suzanne and admired her greatly. She suffered no fools and could identify them with ease.… It pains us terribly to imagine that she may have met her fate as a victim of her very positive, but critical, outlook.” ‘