A man firing from a hotel suite on the Las Vegas Strip shot into the crowd at the Route 91 Harvest festival, and 60 people died. Hundreds more were hurt, something close to 867 counting the crush of everyone trying to get out. It was the closing set of a three-day country festival in 2017, late in the evening, Jason Aldean on stage.
They were there for the music. Nurses, teachers, a kindergarten teacher, off-duty police, people who had driven in with friends for the weekend because a favourite song was going to be played that night. Two of the wounded died later, in 2019 and 2020, and were counted with the rest.
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Within days volunteers downtown cleared a lot and planted the Community Healing Garden — a tree for each person killed, and a wall people still leave notes on. It was made fast, by hand, because there was nowhere else to put any of it.
The crew kept working after the band was taken off — stagehands and festival staff opening fences, pointing people toward the exits, carrying strangers out on barricade sections. Nobody knows their names and I don't think they wanted them known.