They need to be, too, given too many truths about the world we still live in. No one is strong enough to resist a semi-automatic rifle, though, and today we remember again the fourteen beautiful young women murdered in Montreal that awful day in 1989. Above all we remember: they died because they were women. Their killer may have been driven by any number of devils to do what he did, but his devils told him that killing women would somehow justify his own martyrdom, so that's what he did.
From my friend Miss Vicky, I copy and number out the names of the dead again:
Geneviève Bergeron (b. 1968), civil engineering student.
Hélène Colgan (b. 1966), mechanical engineering student.
Nathalie Croteau (b. 1966), mechanical engineering student.
Barbara Daigneault (b. 1967), mechanical engineering student.
Anne-Marie Edward (b. 1968), chemical engineering student.
Maud Haviernick (b. 1960), materials engineering student.
Maryse Laganière (b. 1964), budget clerk in the École Polytechnique's finance department.
Maryse Leclair (b. 1966), materials engineering student.
Anne-Marie Lemay (b. 1967), mechanical engineering student.
Sonia Pelletier (b. 1961), mechanical engineering student.
Michèle Richard (b. 1968), materials engineering student.
Annie St-Arneault (b. 1966), mechanical engineering student.
Annie Turcotte (b. 1969), materials engineering student.
Barbara Klucznik-Widajewicz (b. 1958), nursing student.
A week ago, in anticipation of this sad anniversary, April Reign wrote a powerful reflection on the way we remember Our Glorious Dead. Predictably, one of the usual suspects has befouled this day of tribute and meditation, and I am very tempted to bite back at anyone brutal and vulgar enough to set one kind of memorial and grief against any other. But I won't say more than that, not today.
I would like to repeat the lovely lines from Edna St Vincent Millay that April Reign closed with last week:
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
Photo courtesy Mind the Gap
H/t mattt with three tees at bastard.logic