The tear gascame 30 seconds later.

No athlete has embodied the soul of a city and the spirit of itspeople as Richard did in the 1940s and '50s in Montreal, my homefor the past 21 years.

raced down the side

And that was just the beginning. You’ve never seen a hockey player like Maurice Richard. Not Crosby. Not Gretzky. Not Orr, Beliveau, Howe. None of them had the talent, the intensity, the will to take over a game like Richard. And none of them meant to their fans what le Rocket meant to Canadien fans.

Their teammates swarm about, clutching and shoving one another.

Topics will change each week. Students will find themselves examining religious metaphors, behaviours and ethics, and drawing links between them and the Habs.

He would probably have a lot of things to say about it," Bauer said.

are, in fact, a faith.

CBC Radio Archive: The Richard Riot

Unbeaten, unbowed, unrepentant — still forever proud.

believed

In a match the previous Sunday, Richard had twice viciouslyslashed his nemesis, Hal Laycoe of the Boston Bruins, and thenassaulted a linesman

The tear gascame 30 seconds later.

The Richard Riot is generally considered the firstexplosion of French-Canadian nationalism, the beginning of asocial and political dynamic that shapes Canada to this day.

Loud Start To The Quiet Revolution MARCH 17 1955 The RIOT OVER ROCKET RICHARD

"Sport is part of culture and a good way to learn about another country… To discover why people are so passionate about it, it's like, 'Tell me what your sport is and I'll tell you who you are,' " he said.

Another example of religious behaviour is an expectation of sacrifice, Bauer said.

Topics will change each week. Students will find themselves examining religious metaphors, behaviours and ethics, and drawing links between them and the Habs

Worshipping les Canadiens

But it was not that simple. Something momentous had happened that shook the natural order and would not allow Montreal to return to the way things once stood

Richard knew his temper meant trouble but felt defenseless against it. “When I’m hit, I get mad and I don’t know what I do,” he confided in one writer. “Before each game, I think about my temper and how I should control it, but as soon as I get on the ice I forget all that.”

“He is God,”

Their teammates swarm about, clutching and shoving one another. Linesman Cliff Thompson grabs at Richard but he slips the official’s grip. Richard connects with an uppercut to Laycoe’s cheek.

This is their 14th and final meeting of the regular season,

Maurice Richard­-le Rocket,

Ted Lindsay had been dispatched for four games after punching a Toronto fan.

Unbeaten, unbowed, unrepentant — still forever proud.

137 arrests

"The mass is beautiful. I am often very sorry that we live so far from churches. Perhaps not being able to attend to our religion every Sunday hinders us from being just so fortunate as other people."

Some miles farther, and the woods fell away again, disclosing the river. The road descended the last hill from the higher land and sank almost to the level of the ice. Three houses were dotted along the mile of bank above; but they were humbler buildings than those of the village, and behind them scarcely any land was cleared and there was little sign of cultivation:-built there, they seemed to be, only in witness of the presence of man.

The great three-decked stove stood in the centre of the house; the sheet-iron stove-pipe, after mounting for some feet, turned at a right angle and was carried through the house to the outside, so that none of the precious warmth should be lost. In a corner was the large wooden cupboard; close by, the table; a bench against the wall; on the other side of the door the sink and the pump. A partition beginning at the opposite wall seemed designed to divide the house in two, but it stopped before reaching the stove and did not begin again beyond it, in such fashion that these divisions of the only room were each enclosed on three sides and looked like a stage setting-that conventional type of scene where the audience are invited to imagine that two distinct apartments exist although they look into both at once.

In her heart she felt that never since the earth began was there a springtime like this springtime to-be

That is to say, for wages of twenty dollars a month he was in harness each day from four in the morning till nine at night at any and every job that called for doing

then could I bear the waiting better."

long after nightfall

speaker ended by adding his own laugh.

across the water

Kutti’s coat shone with cleanliness, sparkling in the sunshinelike a silk sari

Celina Aunty’s words made my dream glimmeragain.

Her face glowed like a moon

“Don’t talk back.” Her face flushed redder than a brick.

when I felt like a rock was sitting on my chest,

“Because you’re not talking much to anyone, Viji, and that’s nothealthy. Your thoughts are sitting inside you like a stone,

His words felt like a warm ray of sunshine slipping in through arain-soaked sky.

His words felt like a warm ray of sunshine slipping in through arain-soaked sky.

He slipped his fingers through mine. They felt bony as askeleton’s

I didn’t tell her how sick you were.I didn’t want to believe it.

Arul wound your new doll’s hair around one of his wrists like ahandcuff.

And it wasn’t justmy feet that dragged. It was like my mind was dragging my heartalong, and it and the rest of my body didn’t want to come.

My feet felt heavy as sacks full of scrap metal.

inside was already wet. A rash had broken out on your back, makingyour skin as rough as sandpaper,

The wind picked up. It tore away the plastic tablecloth we’d usedas a door and sent it flapping like a bat across the dark graveyard.

Your body was a tight knot.

Purple rain clouds burst over us like rottinggrapes.

“Don’t be.” Kumar churned the filthy water with his stick. “Kidsdie every day. You start feeling sorry, you’ll drown.”

of water thatlooked and smelled like raw sewage.

“No, no, Akka.” Muthu grinned weakly at me. “If you kept mefrom working that long, I’d fall ill from shock.”

All through that starless night, your breath came in wheezy gasps asraindrops wriggled, like silver snake

But the woman at the orphanage was arakshasi.”

“You’re the one being ridiculous,” he said. “I went to one ofthose ‘schools’ once. It was a prison.”

That was a miracle.

I didn’t want youtraveling all alone to our palace.

“Cheee!

“Rukku’s the sweetest of us all,” Muthu said. “That’s why themosquitoes like her best.”

I’ll brush his coat so it shines like silk

“My friends and I sell trash to make ends meet,”

Silver pins of rain fell around us as we left the church.

“Priests don’t accuse kids who are in God’s house,”

like they could hear music. Like theywere alive. Alive the way you were alive, alive right there, right then,

those little flames, dancing in thatstill, silent church, dancing like they could hear music.

We stood in a circle, linked together like an unbreakablenecklace.

You took the bead from him, and your face brightened slowly,like the sun peeking out from behind rain clouds. The two of you

You were silent for what felt like forever.

steal our gold?

A nauseating smell rose and smacked me in the face, but I toiledas fast as I could.

And then it rose and came at us like a monstrous cobra,swallowing everything in sight, and I ran.”

That was something.No.That was everything.

“Your necklaces are worththeir weight in gold!”

why can’t we try to sell her jewelry?”

As we approached a street vendor whose spicy food was makingmy mouth water,

I rubbed the notes between my fingers, asthough they were fine silk.

watched you stacking pieces of cardboard and humming joyfully,the realization stabbed me

“I get to slice your hands into little tiny pieces.”

His words pierced me like needles.

“Chee!”

The man’s eyes fell on me. They were mean, like a rogueelephant’s.

Yesu fight the bad guys?” Muthu continued. “He had twelve in hisgang—”

When, at last, I placed a section in my mouth, I could hear itburst as my teeth met the flesh, squeezing the juice out onto mytongue, tart at first and then sweet. Everything else melted awayexcept for the taste, the smell, the feel of the fruit on my tongue.I ate the fruit slowly. The way you liked to do things.

We were in plain sight.But we were invisible.

og of worry.

uge posters as tall as we were,

“Ahhh,” you murmured, cradling it in your hands as if it werethe most beautiful thing ever.

as

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as

Hugging him close, like you used to hug your doll, you finallylay down on our sheet. “Story?”

Tishoom.

He reminded me of a sunflower

Kutti pricked up his ears and stood attentively at your side, likehe understood you perfectly.

Our story was clearlywritten on my swollen face and your cut lip

boiling insidelike the oil in her frying pan.

Ai-ai-yo!

flood of vehicles and pedestrians.

doubts slithered into my mind.

buses to and from the city roared through ourvillage.

likesunshine slipping into a dark room

I can’t bear seeing you hurt, but how can I stop him?” Shegazed at the pictures of the Gods and Goddesses smiling downserenely from our kitchen wall. As if they’d suddenly leap into lifeand start helping.

Imagining Appa “before” took a lot of imagining. I was a goodimaginer, but even so, I couldn’t imagine him all the way nice.

se a reader’s ability to effectively scan a page, as opposed to reading every word

Yes On 1 For The Sun