I remember coming home from work and my partner gave me the news. He was crying. I felt very sad, sad for the men and their families, sad at how I was unsurprised by it on a certain level. I remember imagining what it would be like if a murderer had walked into my church during our evening prayer service and gunned people down. I remember suddenly realizing how vulnerable my Muslim neighbours are in a relentlessly white supremacist society.
I also remember suddenly realizing that I didn’t even know exactly where the mosque in Peterborough, where I live, was. Even though it was so recently burned to the ground in another hateful attack.