Thursday, December 6, 2007
When I was twenty one...
...a very troubled man went to l'École Polytechnique de Montréal and killed
Barbara Klucznik Widajewicz
Because they were women.
I worked on a different Canadian University campus at the time.
A co worker joked to me that I must now be nervous because if someone wanting to hurt people came into our office, I would be the first one killed.
It wasn't funny.
I just stared at her.
All these women should still be alive.
Aggravated by teenagers, worn out by their jobs, knitting presents for their friends and family
and they are not.
I try to think of them and remember them at least once a year, to say each of their names aloud in remembrance.
It saddens and frustrates me that I know the name of the man who killed them, that I can't forget and yet it is so hard to remember all of theirs.
There was a lot more news coverage about him at the time.
Which is what he wanted.
I do not want to give him that, even though he died the same day, by his own hand.
So today, I think about the young woman I was and the young women they were and I will read their names aloud.
Posted by Gawdess at 3:51 PM