Yesterday was an absolute disgrace. It was a sad sad day in history…where we didn’t just lose The Cup, we lost our dignity.
What was supposed to be a day of gathering, sportsmanship, and celebration turned into a violent upheaval that tore our beloved city apart. It was the act of a few that ruined it for the thousands, and gave both Vancouver and Canadians a bad name.
The riot was surreal; and the fact that it was occurring at my front door steps made it a little too close to home for me. I have to admit, I cried. On the inside my heart sunk to see such loss and devastation; to watch humanity sink to a new low.
I was so upset, disgusted and disappointed over what happened that I couldn’t even write last night. Lost in anger, sadness, confusion, and disbelief there were far too many emotions to write clearly. The riot was one thing, that it happened in my own neighborhood was another. It was surreal.
Broken windows, brutality, looting, tear gas, police cars lit on fire…it was a horrific spectacle that had many Vancouverites watch on in disbelief. Was there any need? I think not. It was disgusting, and last night I was ashamed to call Vancouver home. What a disgrace.
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