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19 July 2012

This morning was cool and breezy. Joy was wearing a hoodie, with her hands in the pocket, and hood pulled over her head.

“You’re looking good, Joy,” I said.

“Thanks, it was too hot to drink yesterday. I didn’t sleep much. The people downstairs were out on their balcony, talking loud. They were also smoking pot.”

“Are they the neighbors directly below you?”


“You could always spill something on them.”

“I thought of that. Chester’s also being a real pain, especially when he’s drunk. I was doing the laundry yesterday, he came in and said, ‘I’m hungry. Will you make me something to eat?’ I said, ‘Dude, you know where the fridge is, make something yourself.’ I’m not his housekeeper.

“Outcast was over last night. He brought twelve beer and gave Chester six. After a while Chester came to me and said, ‘I want him out of here, and he’s not sleeping over.’ ‘Look dude,’ I said, ‘If you want him out, you tell him, and tell him why.’

“Later on he said to me, ‘Joy, will you sleep with me? I won’t do anything. I just want to be close to you.’ ‘Chester,’ I said, ‘we’ve been over this before. I’m not sleeping with you. It’s not going to happen, not now, not ever.’ Guys always try that. They say they just want to sleep next to you, then they start touching you. I hate that.”

“You can see why Anne left him,” I said.

“I sure can, but he still goes on about her, ‘I miss my Annie,’ he says. She’s never going to take him back.”

“There’s nothing worse than jealousy, to spoil a relationship,” I said.

“That’s for sure. Outcast isn’t getting along with Debbie. She wants to up his rent because her daughter is pregnant again. Why that should affect his rent, I don’t know. I told him that, if things with Chester get any worse, we could find a two bedroom somewhere and share it.

“I saw Little Jake this morning, he’s over at Silver’s spot. He’s got a huge bump on his forehead. Fran’s new boyfriend head butted him last night. Jake was wasted, he doesn’t know what happened, or why.”

“Fran’s new boyfriend? Isn’t she with Gene any more?”

“Gene is in prison. He jumped Fran and she has two hairline fractures in her back. The doctors are going to monitor it for a while to see what happens. She may need surgery. This new guy may be the father of one of her sons. He’s a big guy. Sounds a lot like Daimon. I can’t wait to meet him to see how tough he is.”

“How is it going with Pierre?”

“I don’t know. He sent me a text at eleven thirty last night. I just read it this morning. He says he won’t be coming by the park. I know why he hasn’t been coming to the park, it’s because he owes Outcast a hundred dollars.

“I also saw Weasel this morning.”

I said, “You know why Silver hasn’t been using his spot, don’t you?”

“Yeah, because Weasel accused him of stealing two beer from him. Weasel is a real mess. His eye and the whole side of his face is a massive bruise, with strange marks across it. He said he was boot fucked. He doesn’t remember who it was, or why. Probably some of the crack heads at the Sally Ann.”

Sitting on the curb near the park were some regulars and and Levi from Arizona – just passing through. Andre arrived on his bicycle shortly after. Hippo said, “Six up, coming up the hill.” I turned to see two bicycle patrol officers stopping.

One of the officers asked, “What are you people doing, just congregating?”

“Yes, officer,” said Shakes.

“Does anyone have any booze?”

“We can’t afford it,” said Shakes.

One of the officers got off his bike. I could read his name tag, Budmiester. He walked around the group and noticed an open can of Old Milwaukee behind Serge. He picked it up and emptied the contents on the sidewalk. “I’m going to have to charge you with this. What’s your name?”

“Serge Martin, just like Steve Martin. You can write me a ticket, but I’m not going to pay it. You might as well save the paper. I’ll just throw it out.”

“You can do as you wish, but the courts have been giving thirty-day jail sentences, depending on how many outstanding charges you have.”

Andre said, “I’m looking at your name tag, does it say Budweiser?”

Officer Curtis said, “We’ve had a complaint. You’re going to have to move somewhere else.” We all stood except Jake who said, “I’m supposed to stay here to meet my worker. I have to appear in court this afternoon.”

“On what charge?” asked officer Curtis.

“Panning. I was charged by officer Lang.”

“You’d better appear then.”

We walked to the far end of the park and sat on the grass. It was still damp from the sprinklers. Andre reached into his backpack and pulled out a bottle of sherry and threw it to Shakes who opened it and passed it around. When it got to Levi, he said, “I don’t drink, I only smoke.” Shakes reached into his pocket and pulled out a small round can. He threw it to Joy. Andre handed her a rolling paper. Soon, a joint was being passed around.

Levi asked, “What are the laws concerning marijuana in Ontario?”

Marujuana posession laws in Ontario:

Currently, it is against the Criminal Code to possess any amount of marijuana anywhere in Canada, unless you have received a medical exemption from Health Canada.

For a first conviction, if you had less than 30 grams of marijuana, the maximum penalties are a fine of $1000 or 6 months in jail, or both. But the penalty for a first offense is usually much less.

In practise, police agencies are reluctant to charge individuals for simple possession preferring to target dealers and grow-ops, and the courts would prefer not spending time prosecuting these cases. Even if one is charged, it is very easy to have the case dismissed in exchange for a charitable donation. There does however continue to be convictions in Ontario courts for simple possession.”

Joy said, “It all depends on the cop who stops you. You just saw Serge get a liquor violation ticket, while Sparky had a bottle right in front of him. Frank got a ticket for panhandling, I’ve been panhandling for fifteen years and never got a ticket.

“If a cop stops you and you’ve got five grams of weed, he’ll probably just throw it out on the ground and grind it with his heel. He may give you a warning, he may give you a ticket.”

“Dennis,” said Jake, “what time is it?”

“Twelve, forty-five.”

“Court starts at one, my worker hasn’t shown up. I’m never going to make it. It’s all the way across town, even if I took the bus I wouldn’t get there in time.”

“Sounds like a failure to appear,” said Joy.

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This was a fantastic read. I enjoyed the fast pace, the riveting plot, but most of all the believable character development of Kate Mercer. I haven’t read the first book in the series, but I know Kate to be the survivor of an abusive husband. She now helps other women in similar situations. This proves to be a very dangerous position, especially when faced with an angry husband who is also on the police force. Kate shows bravery, determination and empathy. With her husband and daughter she shows love and tenderness. She also has doubts and insecurities. She is a complex, compassionate, empowered woman.

The writing and dialog are flawless and engaging. I look forward to reading other books by Tracey Lampley. Put Kept on your must read list.



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In my humble opinion “Strictly for Seniors” is a misnomer. This book can be enjoyed by anyone of legal drinking age. Sid Nachman is an amazing author, who invites us into “a secret place deep down inside himself where pain and fear collide, where he can hide and make everything bad disappear.”

Like James Joyce, Sid Nachman can take the ordinary and turn it into magic with a fluency that is imperceptible. There are no awkward moments. Our disbelief is suspended and we fly to another world of street games played between rows of parked cars, to the daily adventures of people living in the 1940’s and ’50’s, the good, bad and indifferent. “The world was a much different place…” Read “Strictly for Seniors” and discover the magic of this “much different place.” You’ll be glad that you did.

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The Devil’s Cradle by Darcy Daniel is a thrilling suspense novel. The reader is drawn into the plot by the fact that Nina Holt has been held prisoner in her own home for ten years. Previous escape attempts led to  brutal punishment by her husband Michael and his brother Greg.

A second plot line develops as Case Herder, an ex-cop, discovers a lead in the two year old murder case of his wife. This lead involves Nina’s brother-in-law Greg. Herder wonders if Nina can provide answers to some of his questions.

Nina and Case are brought together when, in trying to escape, she and her son are involved in a car crash. Case is the first motorist on the scene and offers the pair a ride and an offer of assistance. Nina doesn’t trust him, but accepts his offer since no other alternative is available. Case needs to earn her trust In order to connect Greg with his wife’s murder.

What I enjoyed most about this book was the subtle changes in the relationship between Case and Nina. Her past brutalization by Mike and Greg has stripped her of her self-assurance and caused her to fear all men. In her we see the effects of spousal abuse which has become a world epidemic.

Gradually, Nina evolves from a victim, to not only a survivor, but to an independent woman capable of providing a livelihood for herself and her son. This is a testament to all women caught in an abusive relationship.




22 September 2014

“Good morning, Chuck. How was the wedding? Did you go?”

“Yes I went and I had a great time. Mind you, my sisters ex husband wasn’t treated so well. Everybody likes my sister, but nobody likes his new wife. She’s just one of those people who it’s hard to like. I don’t have anything against her. We all have shitty ass holes, and we all wipe them the same way. Nobody’s better than anybody else. I’ve tried to like her, She’s just an unlikable person.

“There were a lot of attractive women there. If I had been six years younger, before my heart attacks, I would have gotten some action. At one wedding – I can’t remember which one, we have such a big family – I’d gone out for a smoke. It was before they had the laws against smoking in public buildings, but some people there were very sensitive to cigarette smoke. They announced earlier in the evening that anyone who wanted to smoke should do it outside. Anyway, there was this nice looking woman who was putting out her cigarette out at the same time I was.  We walked into the hall together. Beside the hall was a bowling alley, she said to me, ‘It’s so long since I’ve been bowling.’ I said to her, ‘Now’s your chance. Let’s go in and bowl a few frames.’ So we did. We went back to the wedding. I was sitting down when she asked me if I wanted to dance. I said, ‘Sure.’ Before long we were kissing, she had her tongue halfway down my throat. A guy came up and tapped me on the shoulder. He said, ‘What do you think you’re doing with my wife?’ I said, ‘I’m not doing anything with her. She asked me to dance.’

“Did you hear about the man who was beaten and robbed, on the weekend, near my place? There were three guys, beating another guy on the ground. I didn’t have my phone with me so I yelled to some of the bystanders, ‘Somebody phone the cops!’ They just stood and watched. One guy said, ‘I don’t want to get involved.’ I yelled, ‘Will one of you cowardly cocksuckers, take your hands out of your pockets and call the cops.‘ Nothing.

“Also there was a woman raped on the weekend. She was standing at a bus stop when she was approached by four men. ‘Against her will the woman was led to a secluded area where she was sexually assaulted, beaten and robbed, while bystanders did nothing to help.’  That’s what it said in the newspaper this morning. I can’t figure people out.

“In the days when I was still drinking, I used to pan across the street. A woman slipped on the ice and banged the back of her head. All these people in suits walked right past, didn’t pay any attention to her. I went over and helped her get up. I said, ‘If you feel dizzy, later on, be sure to tell someone to call you an ambulance. It will mean that you’ve had a concussion.’ I made sure she got to where she was going. A week later she came by and gave me ten bucks. She said, ‘I’m so grateful to you. Who’d have thought that government workers would pass me by, and a bum in the street would offer me help.’

“That’s what I was back then, a bum in the street.”





27 May 2014

I folded my jacket, as a cushion, then sat with the crew at the park.

 “Dennis,” said Wolf, just the man I wanted to see. Look at what my ladies — I’m not supposed to call them ladies. Look what my women — that doesn’t sound right either, anyway. There was a book sale at the school where this woman’s daughter attends. People bring books, other people buy them, money goes to the school. She knows what kind of books I read so she picked out seven that she thought I’d like. There are two Robert Ludlum, I may or may not have read them. Anyway, I’ll put them at the end of my shelf where I’ve got his other books. There’s an English detective novel — I’ll have to be in the right frame of mind to read that. They’re sometimes kind of slow. They develop the character –I get a bit impatient if there’s no action. Have a look in this bag. Tell me what you think. You’re welcome to borrow one, but I get first pick.  I have to go for a piss.

“Hi Mariah,” I said, how have you been since I saw you last?

“Well, so so. I got a few things done. My air conditioner is in now. Frank is working on my laptop. It has ten gigs now, he wants to replace that with sixty. He cleaned up my hard drive, installed Office and a few other programs. When I get it back it should be just like new.”

Joy said, “I was talking to Butcher this morning. He’s out to get Jake for what he did to me. I tried to talk  him out of it, but this time he’s got his mind set.  He’s stubborn. All the time Jake spent in prison was for times he beat me.

“I told Jake, “When you get your hip operation, don’t expect me to be there… ‘ Well, I said I’d be there, so I guess I will’. I said, ‘Don’t get too used to that wheel chair, or we’re over. Have your operation, get on your feet then we’ll see what happens. I don’t let him pee standing up, but even when he sits down he manages to get pee on the floor.”

Mariah said, “When he’s at my place, I have to clean up after him.”

Jay said, “He’s such a slob. He really gets me going when I find a pile of his laundry at the end of the couch. I told him this morning. ‘I bring you clean clothes, the least you could do is put your dirty ones in the hamper.’ It pisses me off, and starts my day off wrong.”

Wolf returned, “Dennis, I was just showing Jacques an article in the paper. There was this kid who shot someone, then he takes the gun apart and leaves it in a mall parking lot. How stupid do you have to be to do something like that.? Of course they caught the guy, he may as well have drawn the police a diagram. What is it with these kids now, they got their video games, they’re texting each other all the time. The cops even stop them for texting while they’re driving. Can you imagine that.

“There was a driver convicted of striking and injuring five cyclists and leaving the scene of the crash. Hitting one cyclist, I can understand, sometimes they’re hard to see, but five?

“Another thing, those bicycles that are low to the ground, you’ve seen them, the pedals are higher than the seat. What’s with that? Are they trying to make themselves invisible,  so they’ll get run over? Anyway, that’s all I got to say about that.”

“Hippo, ” I asked, “how is everything going at your place. Are you still having trouble?”

“It’s okay, I just ignore them. They still run up and down the stairs.”

Joy said, “Look at Shaggy, isn’t she sweet, with her nose sticking out between the spokes of the cart? I don’t know what it is. That dog has never liked me. With Bear it was different. Even before I started to have symptoms of my kidney failure, she’d hang around me, put her head on my knee.  I was still peeing, but she seemed to sense that something was wrong. A week later I was laying on the floor dialing 911.”





23 May 2014

Unpredictable, that’s the only way one can describe the weather for today. Chuck said he wouldn’t be here today because rain was forecast. It rained last night. Thunderstorms are predicted for sometime today. Now, the sun is shining. Joy’s spot is empty, but Chuck is on the corner.

“Hi Chuck, do you know what time it is? I left my watch at home.”

“I had a cheap watch one time. It lasted me ten years, didn’t even have to replace the battery. I received a hundred-dollar watch, as a gift — within a year it was shot. I bought this one for nine ninety-five at Giant Tiger it’s already lasted me three years. It’s eight twenty-five. Did you see Joy?”

“No, she’s not at her spot. All her things are gone.”

“She was there earlier. I don’t know where she’s gone. There’s Sharon across the street. Her picture was in the paper last night with her arms around one of the drivers. He crashed and died later on.  She works at the Speedway, always has been interested in racing.

“Dennis!” someone hollered.

I looked across the street and Joy was waving both arms in the air. I walked across the street. “Hi Joy. I walked past earlier. I didn’t see you.”

“Hi, hic, I had to pee.  I’ve had the hiccups for the last two hours, hic. Dumbass is supposed to be coming down later. The service man for his wheelchair is going to meet him. The service call costs fifty bucks, he has that, but want’s to borrow three fifty from me for smokes. I don’t know where I’m supposed to meet him. I’ll give him a call.

“Hi, are you still alive? I had a really good morning. I had a drop of forty bucks. Do you still need the three fifty for smokes. Where shall we meet. I’m going to the park, why not meet me there…. You want me to take the bus all the way over there, just to come back downtown again?….Don’t yell at me! I didn’t do anything wrong!… Okay, I’ll see you there.” She hung up the phone.

Asshole!” yelled Joy. “He wants me to meet him at the Sally. He knows how I feel about that place. I was raped there last Christmas.” Tears filled her eyes.

I said, “I saw Shakes last night, we were on the same bus. I also saw him at noon yesterday. He was walking with his daughter.”

“Which daughter?”


“I haven’t seen her since she was beat up by her boy friend. She’s the one with three kids. How was Shakes? Had he been drinking?”

“He was fine, we had a long talk. He was heading to Little Jake’s place, but he was drinking on the bus.”

Joy said, “Jake told me he’s not supposed to drink while he’s on antibiotics. That rash will never clear up. Have you seen it?  A real mess. I don’t know what he’s got. It could be impetigo, that’s contagious, shingles — I’ve had shingles, it’s because of chicken pox.”

I said, “I’ve looked up skin viruses on the internet. There are a lot of them, some very serious that take months to heal.

“Do you know what time it is?”

Joy yelled, “Hey!” About five pedestrians turned around. Joy pointed to her wrist. “What time is it?” 

A guy stopped, looked at his watch and said, “Eight forty.”

Joy said to me, “I better get going. I have to catch the bus. I’ll see you Monday.”

“See you Monday.”

I walked back across the street to see Chuck.

He asked, “Is Joy alright?”

“Yeah, she’s just going to meet Jake. She’s not very happy about that.”

Chuck said, “I’ve got a joke for you. There was this beautiful woman who walked into a movie theater. She sat in the middle of the back row. A guy sat beside her.  Before long he he slowly slid his hand up her thigh. She had her money tucked into her garter belt. He grabbed the money, then ran out. They caught the guy and they both had to appear in court. The woman explained to the judge what happened. The judge asked, ‘Why did you allow this man to put his hand up your skirt?’ The woman said, “Well, you honor, I didn’t think he was after my money.’

“Here’s another one… A man and a woman, he just met, walk into a hotel room. Before she gets undressed the woman reached through the neck of her sweater and pulled out two shoulder pads and threw them in the corner of the room. Next she reached under her sweater, pulled out two false breasts, threw them in another corner. She reached under her skirt, unhitched her false leg and leaned it in another corner. The guy said, “When you get to the part that I’m after, be sure to throw it my way.’ “

“That’s funny, Chuck, I’d better be going.”

“Wait, wait, I’ve got another one… He looks around to see if anybody else is listening then says, ” A man and a woman walked into a movie theater.  The man was wearing a toupee. They started to become amorous and the man’s toupee fell into the woman’s lap… Have you heard this one…He felt around in the dark for a while. The woman starts breathing heavy and says, that’s it … that’s it...THAT’S IT! ‘ The man said, “No, I don’t think so, mine’s parted at the side.’ Ha ha ha.”

” Chuck, I’ll see you on Monday. Have a good weekend.”





“Hi Two-four,” I said. “It looks like a good morning, until the rain starts.”

“Yeah, it’s supposed to rain all week. I’ve been telling my regulars that tomorrow is my pay-day, so I’m hoping the rain holds off until after ten. I have my hangover scheduled for Friday.”

“Good morning Chuck. How are you feeling today?”

“A lot better. I had to get up about a hundred times to go to the bathroom, because of my pills, so I didn’t get much sleep. It’s really awkward; I’m not allowed to eat two and a half hours before or after taking some of these. Tomorrow is the last day for my antibiotics, so I’ll feel better after that. I can’t figure it out, some of the ones they gave me have a blood thinner in them. I already take ten warfarin a day. I forgot to mention to them that I also take four Tylenol a day. So far, at least, they haven’t killed me.

A woman dropped some change and a message in Chuck’s cap. The message read, ‘Jesus Saves!’  Chuck said, “I don’t go in much for religion — although I am a Catholic —  but that girl is sweet.  Next time a Jehovah’s Witness comes knocking on your door, tell them you are busy at the moment and ask them if they will give you their home phone number so you can call them back.

When they explain that they cannot give out their home number, you say,
“I guess you don’t want anyone bothering you at home, right?”
They’ll agree and you say, “Now you know how I feel! So fuck off”.

I hate people trying to force their religion on me. One time they had a big Jehovah’s Witness Convention at the stadium across from where I lived. There were three men in that house and we were usually drunk. Four or five times a day a group of these JV’s  would knock on our door. It was infuriating. It was a man and a woman one time.  I said, “I’m  Catholic and I’m going to stay that way. I don’t want to talk to anyone whose religion allows babies to die, when they need a blood transfusion.

“They have things all mixed up. It says in the Bible that we’re not to eat blood. A transfusion isn’t eating blood. When you kill an animal — I’m a hunter and know about this stuff — it’s common knowledge that blood coagulates then goes bad very quickly. That’s why the first thing we do is slit the throat of the animal and hang it until the blood runs out. It’s called bleeding the animal.  After it’s bled and butchered the meat is safe to eat.

“People following Islam or the Jewish faith don’t eat pork. That’s  because of Trichinosis, caused by parasites. If you eat undercooked pork, or wild game infected with the larvae of roundworms, you  get sick. If the meat is properly cooked you don’t. It’s as simple as that. 

“We had a veranda with a railing. I said to these JV’s who came to our door, ‘If anybody else from your group knocks on this door, I’m going to knock them over that railing. So spread it around.’ Later, three guys came over. I did just what I said I was going to do, punched the first one in the nose, gave the second an uppercut and backhanded the third. All three of them went over the railing.

“My mother was a very quiet gentle lady, partly because my dad used to beat the shit out of us, on a regular basis. But when my mother stomped her foot the whole house shook and we listened. There was a family of JV’s across the street from us. I don’t know how many times my mother told them we weren’t interested, but they kept coming. One time she happened to have a pot of water in her hand when they came over. She opened the door, threw the water at them and said, ‘Maybe now you’ll get the message. We’re not interested.’

“I didn’t get in many fights when I was a kid, but there are a few I remember. This one guy had me on my back and he grabbed me by the  balls and squeezed. It hurt. That’s just dirty fighting. I saw red. I had just enough room to slide my arm between his chest and mine. With the side of my fist I hit him in the nose, over and over again. I broke his nose and most of his front teeth. For that I got the strap from the principal and a beating from my father when I got home.

A woman in a red team jacket stopped by. “Hi Chuck, how are you. I usually see you from across the street. Today I decided to come over.”

Chuck said, “Hi Sharon, I’m always glad to see the mother of my granddaughter. How old is she now?”

“Twenty-three. I know we haven’t kept in contact very much, since I split with your son, so I don’t know what I’m considered now. Am I still a daughter-in-law, or how does that work? Maybe, I’m just an outsider.”

“Sharon, you’ll always be my daughter-in-law and I’m very glad to see you. Hell, I’m glad to see any beautiful woman.”

“Chuck, I think you’re a bit old to be thinking that way.”

“Do you think I don’t still have it in me? I can assure you that I do.”

“How many heart attacks have you had — is it forty?”

“Forty heart attacks and I’ve died nine times.”

“I remember visiting you in the hospital. They rushed us out of your room because they said you were going into cardiac arrest. I think you had three while we were waiting in the hall.

“Anyway, I’ve got to go to work. Bye, Chuck.”

I said, “I have to leave as well, but I’ll see you again soon.”

“Bye, Dennis. I’ll be here, as long as it’s not raining.”


  • Petitioning Hon. Kellie Leitch, Minister for the Status of Women

Call a public inquiry into hundreds of missing and murdered Aboriginal women like my cousin Loretta Saunders

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Cornwall, Canada

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Last month, my cousin Loretta Saunders was murdered at age 26. She was a student at St. Mary’s University in Halifax and was writing her honours thesis on the hundreds of missing and murdered Aboriginal women in Canada.

Our family is Inuit, and Loretta has now become one of the over 800 missing or murdered Aboriginal women she was fighting for. It is time for our government to address this epidemic of violence against Aboriginal women.

Last week, we broke down when we learned Loretta’s body had been found in a ditch beside the Trans-Canada Highway in New Brunswick. Our family is gathering strength and we will not let her death be in vain. We will fight to complete Loretta’s unfinished work.

Please sign this petition and call on Federal Minister for the Status of Women Kellie Leitch to immediately call a public inquiry into missing and murdered Aboriginal women in Canada. The Native Women’s Association of Canada and other groups have worked on this for years and I started this petition to support them and to demand justice for Loretta.

We need to know why it is that Aboriginal girls and women like Loretta are five to seven times more likely to die as a result of violence than non-Aboriginal women.This is what a public inquiry must address immediately so that action can be taken to stop these tragedies and protect aboriginal girls and women in Canada.

The Government has so far ignored calls for a public inquiry. If they don’t act the tragedies will continue.  The epidemic of racist and sexist violence against Aboriginal women in Canada is claiming lives and devastating families each month.

It boils down to a simple question. Does the Canadian Government think it’s a problem that Aboriginal women are 5-7 times more likely to die from a violent attack? Right now, we don’t know. I’m praying that Loretta’s death and tens of thousands calling for the inquiry will finally move them to do the right thing.

I travelled from Labrador to St.Johns with Loretta when she left home.  We talked about our Inuit roots, our family and our pasts and how we looked at our future as an opportunity to create change and different more healthy cycles and family patterns.  We spoke about the topic of aboriginal women going missing and being killed. We joked about how she would change the world, but it wasn’t really a joke at all. Loretta HAS changed the world and. I’m determined that Loretta will continue to change the world.

Please sign this petition and demand justice for Loretta and all Aboriginal women.

As mentioned the Native Women’s Association of Canada has worked on this issue for years and has already collected 23,000 signatures calling for a public inquiry.  Here is a link to their site as well as their document explaining in more detail why a public inquiry is needed. 

Hon. Kellie Leitch, Minister for the Status of Women
Hon. Bernard Valcourt, Minister of Aboriginal Affairs
Call a public inquiry into the hundreds of cases of missing and murdered Aboriginal women in Canada

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  • Shaheen Junaid POINTE-CLAIRE, CANADA

    Because ALL women are IMPORTANT

  • Flora Riley OTTAWA, CANADA

    Cause I know what it’s like to have a sister murdered. My sister was murdered by her husband my Mother never ever got over it, and I haven’t either. You never get over something like that..having hundreds of missing Aboriginal women is unbelieveable,knowing nothing was done to try and find them and bring them home to their parents..why haven’t anything been done to find those women, and why are we only hearing about this?Loretta’s death will not be in vain.

  • Robert Denomme LONDON, CANADA

    Any crimes against humanity are of great interest to me.

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    Loretta was my family member, she died senselessly, like so many aboriginal women who were senselessly murdered and this government has done nothing to address this. It’s time this government implements a full inquiry into our missing and murdered women!!!! NOW!


    This young woman was a cousin to my step kids. She was bound for greatness and was loved by all her family.




7 November 2013

“Good morning Chuck, Sandy” I said.

“No sign of Joy today, but I’ve heard that she’s alright. She’s looking after somebody.”

“You don’t know who do you? I wonder if Mariah is having problems with her back again?”

“I know these people to see them, but I don’t know their names.”

“Do you remember Antonio, who used to stand across the street, in front of the library? A small man, wore sun glasses all the time, very quiet, had his teeth kicked out while sleeping on a bench in the park.”

“Yeah, I remember him. When he’d come by he’d never say anything. When I passed him I’d give him a couple of cigarettes, say ‘Good morning’. He’d nod. That was terrible what they did to him, all because he was sleeping on a bench in the park. I hear he’s living in the west end now. He has his disability pension sorted out. I hear he’s doing okay.

“I can’t understand why they would do something like that to a defenseless man, even kicked him while he was asleep. What kind of coward does that?”

“Yeah, and they set fire to Shakes.”

“I know  Shakes. I never heard that he’d been set on fire. When did that happen?”

“It was at least three years ago, that’s how long I’ve known him. He has black scars on both shins. Infection and gangrene set in after the burn.”

“I’ve heard some stories about Shakes. He and Eddie and some two other guys were drinking behind the old Somerset Theater. One of the guys was bragging about having raped a little girl and her mother. The other guys didn’t take kindly to that. He made another mistake, broke a cardinal rule of people on the streets. These guys had shared their bottle with him all evening. Then he got up to leave, pulled out his own bottle and refused to share with them. You can imagine how upset they were. They were drunk and high. They probably didn’t know what they were doing They beat him up, then set him on fire. Eddie was charged with it.  He decided to take the rap for all of them.  Shakes was in the clear, but he felt guilty. He confessed, to a chaplain at the Mission,  like you would to a priest in the confessional. He wasn’t even sure he’d done anything, but he thought that he might have.  A priest is bound by his order to keep secret anything that is said during confession. It’s not the same with a chaplain. He reported it to the police and Shakes served about fifteen years as an accomplice to murder. He would have been free and clear. He ratted himself out.

“They didn’t have enough evidence on the third guy. He had some blood on his pants. One of the guys carried a stick, with a nail in it, and hit him in the leg.”

I said, “There’s another person I wanted to ask you about,  Annie Pootoogook.  She’s an artist, sells her drawings on Rideau Street.  She was featured in the Citizen a while back.”

“The name doesn’t ring any bells. It reminds me of a time I had gone to the beer store, bought a case and was looking for a place to drink it. I headed down this trail towards the river I saw  three natives, a guy and two women. I guess they had the same idea that I did. Anyway I sat there, drinking my beer,  it started raining. I heard them say, ‘Where can we go now that it’s raining?’ I said, ‘If you want you can come over to my place.’ The guy asked, ‘Do you trust us?’ I said, ‘Sure, underneath, we’re all the same color.’ So they came to my place, we partied, had a good time,  they ended up staying about three months. One of the women, Jenna, became my girlfriend. We were in front of the Rideau Centre, on the Mackenzie King bridge. She was at the front of the crowd waiting for the bus. I don’t know what happened, if she stepped out, or lost her balance. A bus came a long and hit her, killed her instantly.” Tears filled his eyes.

“That’s heartbreaking, Chuck.”

“Yeah, it happened a long time back. I try not to think about it.”

“I’ve met your son, Chuck Junior, do you have any other family in town?”

“Yeah, we had four kids. If you’d been in front of Tim Horton’s yesterday at noon you would have seen my two daughters, my granddaughter and grandson. We don’t get together often enough.”

“Well,” I said, “It’s nearly time for me to go to work, so I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You’ll see me tomorrow, but I don’t know about next week. I hear it’s going to be snowing on Saturday, after that it’s getting really cold. If it’s too cold I don’t come down. I’ve saved my money. There are a few treats that I like. I like to have pizza once a week, a sub once a week, and a small dessert every day. I like chocolate brownies, and some kind of cheese cake, I can’t remember what they call it. I get them at the Metro. I also like to go to the food court at the Rideau Center and get one of their fruit salads. I’m not supposed to have them, because of the sugar, but I don’t tell my doctor.

“I make about twelve dollars a day, down here. It covers my treats and Sandy’s care. I go to the odd movie and hockey game; otherwise I have a television set with a forty-four inch screen to watch sports.”

“See you tomorrow, Chuck.”