A Face for the Cause
One year ago today, we Toronto folk first became acquainted with the above image upon learning of this young lady meeting a premature demise in the crossfire of a gunfight. In the months hence, her death fueled cries for tougher legislation against those who brandish weapons - the ones without badges, anyway. The name Jane Creba is now etched in our collective memory. She has attained immortality.
In the year since the world lost Jane, I can't begin to count the number of people just like her were taken from us by acts of violence. How many children have been claimed by violent acts this year? How many dead children in Darfur? or in Iraq? Afghanistan? Somalia? or anywhere else, for that matter? Where is the attention for these unfortunate souls? They, too, were caught in the crossfire of "gang warfare", if you will, and, like Jane, they were loved by family and friends. While we lay memorials for Jane, in a war zone, the public is in a perpetual state of grief, as not a day goes by without someone you know being killed.
In the wake of such tragedy, we call for the heads of the perpetrators. We feel a sense of security knowing we can throw people in jail, yet we don't see crime disappearing. The same people who start these wars to which I alluded earlier start the wars in our own backyard. The neoliberal world is one hustle after the next. It's a war out there, both overseas and at home. Much like our men and women in uniform, for many, violence is a means for survival, for advancement in the game of capital. More will suffer the same fate as Jane if we continue to dismiss the idea of a gun being a source of income.
The next time you look to scapegoat guns or impoverished Black youth or video games or violence on television, ask yourselves the following: who controls what you see on your television sets? who wants you to buy the video games? who makes and sells the guns?
Jane, may you one day rest in peace.