I had tears in my eyes for much of yesterday, watching the events unfold in Ottawa. I spent much of my life there, growing up, going to school, getting a job. I did yoga on Parliament Hill, enjoying the luxury of the freedom to do so. I took a weekly run up to Parliament Hill, turning around at the base of this beautiful building, marvelling in, again, the freedom and relative safety Canadians enjoy. I saw the politicians going in to work, the tourists sitting at the Eternal Flame and the Mounties sitting in their cars, sipping coffee, keeping guard. I worked briefly on Parliament Hill and took visiting family on a tour of the majestic seat of Canadian democracy.
Many people said yesterday Canada’s innocence is lost. To a certain extent, I agree with this. It is a heartbreaking situation for the nation and the family of Nathan Cirillo, the young soldier who was shot, unarmed, guarding the tomb of the unknown soldier.
I commend the work of the brave front line protective service workers and even the journalists who tried to figure out what was going on during the mayhem yesterday. This picture is courtesy of the Canadian High Commnission here in Jamaica. The Canadian flag is at half mast today.