Today is December 6.
Two years ago, I posted this on Facebook:
25 years ago I was a 22 year old Queen’s undergrad writing an exam. About the time I got home, 14 women in Montreal were dead. I remember standing in that first freezing cold candlelit vigil the next night, with other women, friends from the local rape crisis centre and Queen’s women’s centre. Madman, the media said. Misogyny in action, we insisted. Don’t politicize this, we were told. Be quiet. Be respectful. Shut up. What has changed in 25 years? The body count keeps rising. We can never shut up.
Six months ago, Jo Cox was murdered by a neo-Nazi, as Soraya Chemaly points out today in a Salon piece about misogyny beating at the heart of white supremacist movements.
Two months ago, the story with the recording of Donald Trump bragging about sexually assaulting women broke in the Washington Post.
Four weeks ago, as it became increasingly evident that Clinton was going to lose the election, I tweeted:
Yesterday, I read in the Toronto Star how Elana Fric-Shamji, described as a brilliant physician, ended up dead in a suitcase—her surgeon husband arrested as the prime suspect.
We can never shut up.
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