My latest: what haters deserve
Yumna was fifteen years old.
At the school she went to in London, Ont., she painted a big floor-to-ceiling mural. On it, she’d put the Earth in space, alongside the words: “Learn. Lead. Inspire.” Beside it, she wrote: “Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars.” Purple was her favorite color.
She was a good kid. She was beautiful, with a big smile. All the kids liked her. She was going into grade ten, and she was looking forward to it. That’s what everyone remembers.
Her Dad, Salman, was 46 years old. He was a physiotherapist, and a good one. He held down two jobs – helping out seniors at the Ritz Lutheran Villa. He also worked with the elderly at the Mitchell Nursing Home. He’d worked with seniors for years, and had been a physiotherapist for a long time, too. His boss said: “He was just a beautiful person.”
Yumna’s Mom, and Salman’s wife, was Madiha, and she was 44. She was an engineer – she had her Master’s in environmental engineering, in fact. She’d won all kinds of scholarships during her time at Western University. She taught there, too. She was a great Mom.
Talat Afzaal was Salman’s Mom. She was 74 and from Pakistan, where her boy had been born. The family came to Canada years ago, in 2007, for a better life. During the pandemic, like lots of people, the family started taking nightly walks together, to get out of the house. The youngest, nine-year-old Fayez, came along too.
It was on one such walk, on a warm night in June, that black truck mounted the curb on Hyde Park Road, and killed all of them, except Fayez. The little boy somehow survived, but with serious injuries that will be with him for the rest of his life.
The rest of the family were all slaughtered, however: Yumna, Salman, Madiha and Talat. At the trial, the doctors said they all died because of “multiple trauma.” But that doesn’t quite cover it.
Talat was murdered right away. Her head, torso and extremities were crushed, mangled. She had internal bleeding. The bodies of her boy, Salman, and his wife, Madiha, were destroyed in similar ways. Yumnah was mainly killed because of what the killer did her torso with his truck.
The gas pedal on the truck was compressed “100 per cent” when it slammed into her and her parents and her grandmother and her brother. The driver had done a U-turn when he spotted the family waiting at the crosswalk, around 8:44 p.m.
He spotted them because they were all wearing traditional Pakistani clothing.
The driver was Nathaniel Veltman, age 22. He’s pale and unremarkable-looking, with a moonish face and a haircut that looks a bit military, but isn’t.
Veltman isn’t human, actually. Like the Hamas terrorists who killed 1,400 Israeli men, woman and children on October 7, Veltman killed the Afzaal family because he hated The Other. Not because he knew them, or had ever met them. Just because they had a different religion than him. Just because they somehow represented a threat to him.
Like the Hamas terrorists, Nathaniel Veltman forfeited his humanity on that day. He ceased to be a human, and became an actual monster. An un-human.
He was into Hitler, of course, like the Hamas guys are. He was into conspiracy theories and online evil, like them. He was proud of what he did – like Hamas, he insisted that the aftermath be filmed, so everyone could see it. Like them, he didn’t claim the murders were an accident. He said he “did it on purpose.”
This week, as members of the London Muslim community silently looked on, a jury found Nathaniel Veltman guilty of four counts of first-degree murder. He didn’t show any emotion, of course, because sociopathic monsters usually don’t. He’s going to be in prison for the rest of his useless, pointless, godless life.
But like his Satanic brethren in Hamas, who also killed families – grandparents, parents, children – this is what he deserves:
He deserves a noose. He deserves the needle. He deserves a firing squad. He deserves to be put down, like the rabid animal that he is.
Most of us would do it, too.
For free.