Here in Vancouver, we have long memories.
Long memories in the sense that we don’t easily forget things that take place in our community, more so if one of us is severely affected.
So it is that today most streets in the downtown east core were closed off by police, due to a march that takes place every year, to commemorate the hundreds of women who have been murdered or disappeared without trace, both in the local neighbourhoods, as well as further north of the country.
As always, being such an ignorant so and so, I had no idea that the march was taking place today, and so when I decided to take a drive to the area to see some friends, I was faced with a remarkable sight…thousands of citizens joining together in memory of those unfortunate ladies.
The air was thick with the scent of burning sage and reverberated with ancient Native chants. It was a strange feeling, looking at the modern buildings surrounding us on the walk on the one hand, and the chanting on the other, the modern hand-in-hand with the ancient.
See them all here…