After more than 14 hours of deliberation, the jury returned to the Ottawa courtroom shortly before 3 pm today to deliver its verdict. The six men and five women (one woman was excused due to a family emergency) found Borutski guilty of first degree murder in the shooting deaths of Anastasia Kuzyk and Nathalie Warmerdam and guilty of second degree murder in the strangulation death of Carol Culleton.
Sentencing will take place on December 5/6 in Pembroke.
There will be time later to reflect on what this verdict means, but today is not that day.
Today, we should honour the lives of Anastasia, Nathalie and Carol, so we can blur just a little bit the memories of how the lives of these three vibrant women were ended.
Today, we should celebrate the strength of the frontline workers who came together to support these women’s families and communities in the wake of these senseless deaths.
Today, we should remind ourselves of the strength we have when we come together, as we have before and will again. I think Marge Piercy has put this better than anyone:
The Low Road
What can they do
to you? Whatever they want.
They can set you up, they can
bust you, they can break
your fingers, they can
burn your brain with
electricity,
blur you with drugs till you
can’t walk, can’t remember,
they can
take your child, wall up
your lover. They can do
anything
you can’t stop them
from doing. How can you
stop them? Alone, you can fight,
you can refuse, you can
take what revenge you can
but they roll over you.
But two people fighting
back to back can cut through
a mob, a snake-dancing file
can break a cordon, an army
can meet an army.
Two people can keep each other
sane, can give support, conviction,
love, massage, hope, sex.
Three people are a delegation,
a committee, a wedge. With four
you can play bridge and start
an organization. With six
you can rent a whole house,
eat pie for dinner with no
seconds, and hold a fundraising party.
A dozen makes a demonstration.
A hundred fill a hall.
A thousand have solidarity and your own newsletter,
ten thousand, power and your own paper,
a hundred thousand, your own media;
ten million, your own country.
It goes on one at a time,
it starts when you care
to act, it starts when you do
it again after they said no.
It starts when you say We
and know who you mean, and each
day you mean one more.
good poem