Saturday, December 06, 2014
The Montreal Massacre and the Con War on Women
And now it has been twenty five years, since that that snowy day in Montreal, when a man with a gun stole the lives of so many young women.
And this year that sad anniversary has never seemed so poignant and painful, with all the stories in the news about the never-ending violence against women.
As if we had learned nothing, as if they had died for nothing.
As if we had forgotten that it was that same bestial, senseless, cowardly hatred that drove their killer to unleash his murderous violence upon them...
It was such a horrible massacre, it should have shocked us into action. And for a while it did. Until Stephen Harper set out to destroy their precious legacy by destroying the gun registry.
And is STILL trying to turn their sacrifice into a grubby wedge issue.
On the morning after the tragedy, few could have imagined that a quarter of a century later the federal government of the day would think it was good politics to highlight its latest efforts to ease Canada’s gun control regime against the backdrop of a deadly anniversary.
For he too is a bully, a beast, and a grotesque misogynist, who has targeted the rights of women, and waged his stealthy war on them from the day he came to power...
And who has no respect for the Montreal dead, and no respect for these murdered and missing aboriginal women either...
And the whole situation is so disgusting, it's enough to make me vomit, or feel like putting my fist through a wall.
But on this day I try not to get angry. Because for me the precious legacy of those murdered women still lives. I too want a kinder, gentler world. So I like the way Nathalie Provost, one of the survivors of that bloody day remembers her dead friends.
Nathalie Provost searches in English for the words to describe how she deals with the memory of that day, 25 years ago, and falls back on her mother tongue: “J’ai planté des fleurs.” I planted flowers.
“We cannot stay always in darkness. Life is already tough. If we stay in guilt, if we stay with sadness, if we remain angry, we cannot realize our dream. In order to realize our dream, to go forward, we have to grow flowers, even in dirty lands.”
Because I'm sure that's what those women would have wanted.
As do those who loved them, and still mourn their loss...
And all the women they have inspired to carry on the struggle against the hatred that kills, and for the right to be free from violence.
And all the men and boys who light candles to them too...
Who fill me with hope for a better future, even in a dark and dirty land like Harper's Canada.
For if he thinks he has killed their legacy, he is wrong.
Their values will defeat him.
And their legacy will live forever...
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