When will it be enough!
This was the image that accompanied a message that arrived in my inbox at 7:32 am this morning.
This is what it has come to in Shawnigan Lake. A young mother, her baby strapped to her chest, and a grandfather, standing together in front of a 40-tonne dump truck before dawn on a cold December morning.
I can’t look at this image without weeping. I weep for all the lost mornings, days, afternoons, evenings, and nights. I weep because of the insanity of this situation, the colossal unfairness of it, the unbelievable injustice that is playing out day after day in this community. I weep because all of us would rather be home at 7 in the morning, drinking coffee with our families, getting our kids off to school, thinking about the day ahead.
I weep because each day we lose more faith in the agencies that are supposed to…
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