justice

today is a big day for justice. the pickton trial yesterday, michael vick and conrad black today... but the one that means the most to me is the pickton trial. yesterday, i had my coat on and everything and was just about to go grocery shopping when the cbc cut out of regular programming to declare the verdict. and i plunked down and cried.

there is triumph there and this horrific trial has finally and in the most horrible way lent a voice to the women who have been literally missing from the streets and figuratively missing from society's dialogue for so long. it is tiring and so oppressive and just so wrong that this happened. these women were someone's daughter, someone's mother, someone's sister, someone's baby.

it's weird too - i think of bernardo which encompassed most of my teenage years, and now pickton which has encompassed most of my twenties. i remember leslie mahaffy's face on the cover of the toronto star and all of the warnings at school about guys in camaros, and i remember too just 6 years ago when one of my friends from work had a friend who was working on the pig farm in the first dig-through. these stories and these atrocities change you and all you can do is hope that these beautiful women didn't die in vain. (*sigh* - and people wonder why i'm a feminist...)

grab your families, your friends and your babies: hold them close and keep them safe and loved.