At the end of 2017 there was no proof of a Toronto serial killer – the lgbtq community was merely being theatrical – it was just a bunch of swishy, disgruntled attention seekers who didn’t feel getting the right to marriage was enough to keep their fucking mouths shut. They weren’t professionals whose duty it was to protect the public.
Four months later we have an alleged serial killer with, so far, eight murder charges against him. Apparently these guys start young so the case has been extended back to the 70’s! The disgruntled, attention seeking police are now even more disgruntled at being denied the opportunity to march in the Pride Parade. So this is how we show our gratitude for all they do for the community. I just hope evidence doesn’t end up ‘compromised’ as the case advances. That sort of mishandling never happens
As I see the photos and information about these men, who are all dead (& that is incontestable) I am sadden to see that some of them had never been reported missing in the first place. Such as Kanagaratnam who was probably murdered in 2015. Did families figure ‘oh he’s gone to work in Calgary & will get in touch when he is successful enough?’ Were the families so fearful of the police thanks to their experiences in their troubled home countries? Or where they like Dean Lisowick, men no one really cared what happened to?
These are the identified victims (so far) Selim Esen, 44,; Abdulbasir Faizi, 44; Majeed Kayhan, 58; Kirushna Kumar Kanagaratnam, 37; Andrew Kinsman, 49; Dean Lisowick, 47; Soroush Mahmudi, 50; Skandaraj Navaratnam, 40. I’ll repeat their names. His will probably never be forgotten so there’s no need for me to mention it.
La Mer
What I miss most about the sea
is the sound of waves
Not
The waves themselves
With their deeply melodic cold
Or their careless foam caps
But their thunder
as they blast the kelpy rocks
Lightning in a hail of night
What I miss most about the night
is the black of waves
Not
The dark itself
With its ungiving distance
Or its depth of stars
But its moon
As it unfurls unwilling waves
Flags in triumphant passage
What I miss most about the passage
Is the motion of waves
Not
The heave itself
With its unbreathing breath
Or its reflections of the moon
But its tongue
As it rolls pebbles into sand
Raindrops calming the sea with kisses
What I miss most about kisses
Is the waves of sleep
Not
The sleep itself
With its endless silver bed
Or its too soon morning yawn
But its caress
As it nudges my fathomless ache
Sirenes tugging me to the sea of you
What I miss most about the sea
Is you
every Tuesday
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Reading the names (with sadness, respect, anger, and a prayer)…were the murders racial / religious hate crimes?
there is a definite racial profile – middle eastern, bearded, all immigrants except one: a white guy – which was the one that pushed the police into action. But it is unclear if the accused was racially motivated but looked for men who, for the most part, were vulnerable due to being immigrants. I suspect these were self-hate crimes.
Sad.