#RememberJan29 my strongest memories of January 29, when 6 Muslim men were shot in the back by a white shooter in Quebec, revolve around the horror of the murders and of reactions. First, that people were attacked during prayer, in… Continue Reading →
I was in my living room with my husband. We were excited because women had marched by the thousands for respect in Toronto. I marched with the thousands. I felt inspired by that. Then, Trump initiated the Muslim ban so… Continue Reading →
I put down my phone and took my wife’s hand to tell her the news. We wept and prayed.
After horror and anger, I remember thinking about the inadequacies of sympathy, and the increasing and legitimate fear felt by Muslims in Canada. Later I remember reading the names of the people who were killed–Ibrahima Barry, Mamadou Tanou Barry, Khaled… Continue Reading →
I was in my apartment, working, procrastinating on news sites. My strongest memory is the washes of different, negative emotions that hit. Disgust. Anger. Helplessness. Hopelessness. Contempt. Horror. Grief. The memory that lingers is that we fail our fellow citizens… Continue Reading →
[featured-video-plus] Posted byRebecca Garrett
We grieve for you, for all of us.