“Twenty-two years ago, 14 women in Montreal were murdered. The next morning, when my brother and my dad and I got up and started our days, my mum stayed in bed. She stayed home for three days total, alternately crying and making the point that the attack was an attack on all women, and reflected a wider culture of violence. Meanwhile at school, our French teacher dropped the entire year’s curriculum when she realized how ignorant we were about gender and violence, and from then until June we read and wrote exclusively about feminism. I think about these women, their anger and their intelligence, and the debt I owe them, every December 6 when I remember the 14 murdered women.”