Mark Lepine massacre in Canada 15th anniversary
The Unfinished Story of Shame of Mark Lepine at L'Ecole Polytechnique, Montreal.
Mark Lepine may not have been the sole perpetrator of the massacre of fourteen engineering students at a coed institution in Montreal, Canada. The victims of a terrorist action may claim that unwitting participant inaction has contributed to the resulting action defacto.
An intervention in the mayhem in this scenario may have resulted in a lesser loss of dead and injured if some of the male students have intervened during this single minded anti-feminist death vendetta of a sexist revenge driven misanthrope.
Such an alternative selfless heroism is not just a wish dream for it is a source of national pride for our Neighbour, the United States of America. The selfless action of the passengers occurred on the third plane bound to crash into the Pentagon, Washington, DC but crashed in the woods on 9/11/2001, the day of terror and infamy.
Many of our citizens have long forgotten to take selfless innitiative and risk to personal safety for others, take fight against social injustice,intervene in a personal injury crime and defend humanistic causes. Yes, we have our Canadian way of life, our safety net, multicultural rights and distinct but special society priviliges. We must appreciate that these privileges must be guarded constantly against erosion. Without constant guard, our rights, freedoms and privileges as stated in the Canadian Charter of Rights and Privileges will not be enured in perpetuity as we have been endowed by birth or naturalization with Canadian citizenship status.
Our sons and daughters who attended L'Ecole Polytechnique were surprized one day during lectures by a venegeful Mark Lepine. The scenario takes place behind the closed doors of the university lecture hall. Into this private assembly, the intruder bursts thru an unlocked door brandishing two semiautomatic hunting rifles. " All the men, get out" he orders in a gruff determined voice. "The women, you all stay here" he barks with a threatening gutteral grunt. The men start quickly to scurry between the rows of pews towards the door and safety beyond. They fear a man with the guns and a murderous demeanor. The heavy doors swing open to admit the fleeing multitude of male students. Not many glances return to scan the plight of the hapless female fellow students left behind. The heavy doors swing shut.
The women, now terrorized are made aware of their dire predicament as they sit stunned and paralyzed into inaction as the tragic moments unfold. The rifle shots ring out, methodical sounding ringing titi's, some sparadic, some determined single sounds ti and then rapid resounding tititi and titi. As the freed students flee, the fearsome sounds of gunfire fade down the corridors and lecture halls from where the safety bound students flee in panic. Soon after, the sounds of fearsome bitings bullets and muffled sounds of blood spattered bodies ebb into oblivion. Inside the lecture hall, our female flower of youth, our hopes for love and life , our glory of enlightenment has perished. Fourteen young lives extinguised, sixteen women wounded, in one vile contemptuous sexist revenge driven massacre committed by our adopted son of a masochistic culture: Mark Lepine. An ending is as abrupt and as deflating as the spent terrorist's last shot into one of our's heart, a terrible finale of the terror by him. Now, spent and bloddied, revenge driven glutton, the misanthrope Lepine puts up his rifle and fires into his face, as self executor of his fate.
The male students now exhausted in aftermath of fear and shock react lethargically to a dimly lit realization of the tragedy that has just occurred. They were a part in the tragedy, yet their part was small, they did not participate in the main plot, having been spared the grim consequence of a climax, the massacre of the female students. Then they pranced down a lecture hall or a city sidewalk alone or with some one but not with one left behind to their fate in the lecture hall, on the day, when the rays of hope, that brightly shone were snuffed out without a stone being thrown.
posted by Chris @ 11:03 PM
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