Red Dress Day – Still Waiting

 Red Dress Day – Still Waiting

Today I wear my red dress pin and red earrings.

It’s a small gesture, but it carries weight. It’s a symbol of remembrance, of grief, and of the ongoing fight for justice for the missing and murdered Indigenous women, girls, and Two-Spirit people.

Another Red Dress Day.

Another year of vigils, ceremonies, and red fabric waving in the wind.

And still, nothing seems to change.

There is no Red Dress Alert to mobilize communities when someone goes missing. No national urgency. No system that treats these lives with the importance they deserve.

Women are still going missing. Still being silenced. Still being failed.

Many are trapped in unsafe homes or abusive relationships—not because they choose to stay, but because rent is unaffordable, jobs are scarce, and supports are nearly nonexistent. Older women, young women, single mothers, Indigenous women—so many are left vulnerable by a system that looks away.

I once took a Carving and Reconciliation course where I heard stories of loss—sisters, daughters, wives, children. The pain was deep, raw, unforgettable. It changed how I saw the world. It made this day even heavier.

So today, I remember. I honour.

But I also mourn. And I speak.

Because red dresses still hang empty.

Because too many families are still waiting.

Because remembrance alone is not enough.

We need change. We need justice. We need to be heard.

#RedDressDay #MMIWG #NoMoreStolenSisters #JusticeForOurSisters #EndTheSilence