I will remember. It's a phrase fraight with some peril within Canadian history since it's associated with
Quebecois sovereignty movement, but I'm going to use it - appropriate it, if you will - today because it fits, and because some issues transcend two sides of an issue - Anglophone or francophone, man versus woman.
Je me souviens... I remember. In my mind, I change it to 'I will remember' - an imperative, a demand of myself and others not to forget history, both near and far away.
Je me souviens le 6e decembre, 1989.Whenever I see that today's date is December 6th, a little part of me does die inside. A part of me that remembers where I was - coming home from school, to see the
CBCannouncer (Bill Cameron, most likely - RIP, Bill - you are missed) telling me a man had started shooting in a school in Montreal. You remember the moments of history as you live them - seeing the paper with the headline about John Lennon, watching the television when space shuttles explode. And then watching the stretchers being pulled out of a school.
I had just come from school.
"On December 6, 1989, armed with a semi-automatic rifle, ammunition and knives, an enraged lone gunman walked through the Engineering Building of the Ecole Polytechnique in Montreal, and shot and killed 14 women, wounded 13 others, mostly women, and then killed himself...."
I was just starting to be a woman.
"As he killed the 14 women and wounded 13 others, the deranged gunman was making anti-woman statements and blaming feminists for ruining his life. The letter that he left behind detailed his hatred towards women. He had failed as a military candidate; he had applied for admission into engineering, and was rejected. In his twisted and cowardly mind, he did not accept responsibility for his failures, but held women responsible for them. He acted upon this cowardice and hatred in the most violent way possible. He carefully and systematically separated the women from the men in the classrooms of Ecole Polytechnique, and then he killed the 14 women, for no other reason, but singularly and only because they
were women." (from the University of Victoria page on equity)
was being a woman going to school an act that qualified one as a feminist now?
Was it so very long ago? It could have been just yesterday. It was just one of many separate events and histories that introduced me to feminism, of which I am a very proud member.
So much has changed,
yet so little, when considering the state of women in the world. Progress can be made in the fight against sexism - it has to. Can we afford not to progress, to evolve? For every moment which has me wondering if we've progressed, a review of the
enlighted men out there does give me hope that perhaps progress is possible, that society can change.
I do look forward to the day when a date will not live in infamy - when we no longer dread dates for what the past has given us, and what we must inherit for the future.
I picked up a poster from a memorial the U of T was having a few years. It had a great slogan that is burned into my mind: "
First mourn, then work for change". It's a call to action on this and every other day. If we do not help our fellow humanity, then what are we here for, and can we dare to call ourselves human?
Je me souviens...
Je me souviens...
Je me souviens...