It has been thirty years since 14 women were killed at the Ecole Polytechnique in Montreal, and every year I mark their passing here.
I’ve always associated this song with that event, and I’ve even asked Lynn Miles about it, and she has said to me, despite her introduction in the above video, “yeah, I guess it’s also about that.”
And let’s remember their names and what they were studying or working on that day because they were our peers and their deaths marked a whole generation of us.
- Geneviève Bergeron, 21, was a second year scholarship student in civil engineering.
- Hélène Colgan, 23, was in her final year of mechanical engineering and planned to take her Master’s degree.
- Nathalie Croteau, 23, was in her final year of mechanical engineering.
- Barbara Daigneault, 22, was in her final year of mechanical engineering and held a teaching assistantship.
- Anne-Marie Edward, 21, was a first year student in chemical engineering.
- Maud Haviernick, 29, was a second year student in engineering materials, a branch of metallurgy, and a graduate in environmental design.
- Barbara Maria Klucznik, 31, was a second year nursing student.
- Maryse Laganière, 25, worked in the budget department of the Polytechnique.
- Maryse Leclair, 23, was a fourth year student in engineering materials.
- Anne-Marie Lemay, 27, was a fourth year student in mechanical engineering.
- Sonia Pelletier, 28, was to graduate the next day in mechanical engineering. She was awarded a degree posthumously.
- Michèle Richard, 21, was a second year student in engineering materials.
- Annie St-Arneault, 23, was a mechanical engineering student.
- Annie Turcotte, 20, was a materials engineering student.
Take a moment, and listen to Lynn’s song, a piece that always reminds me of what we lost on December 6 1989 and what work we still have to do.
Also, by the Wyrd Sisters: This Memory
Early that morning, cup of coffee in her hand,
Kissed her mother on the cheek, said ‘I’m more busy than I planned;
I’ll be coming home a bit late–could you keep the supper warm?
Oh, it’s just another busy day.’
Early that morning, getting ready by the door,
Kissed her lover on the cheek, said ‘I’ll be coming back for more.
Oh how I love you; we’ve got so much to live for, baby.
Oh, and I’ll be coming home real soon.’
But it could have been me, just as easily.
Could have been my sister, left there to bleed.
Oh it could have been my father or brother done the deed–
Oh no! Don’t let me lose this memory.
Later on that evening, I turned on my TV,
Listened as they’re talkin’ about the news of a shooting spree.
Fourteen young women shot dead in Montreal!
Oh, it’s a killing of us all.
Yes it’s a killing of us all
it could have been me, just as easily.
Could have been my lover, left there to bleed.
Oh it could have been my father or my brother done the deed–
Oh no! Don’t let me lose this memory.
it could have been me, just as easily.
Could have been your sister, left there to bleed.
Oh it could have been your father or your brother done the deed–
Oh no! Don’t let me lose this memory.
Don’t ever lose this memory.
Thanks Dave.
Stephen Fearing write one too called “The Bells of Morning”.
https://youtu.be/AjGJSPxA-_Q