“I don’t want to watch. I cannot read. I cannot see such unkind inhumanity”…then I watch. It is real.
The sign says “we are not terrorists”, as held by a refugee – it catches my heart. As I read Alex Thomson’s tweets and watched the video clips, I see the bulldozers coming to move the people. The refugees – children, women, men, the elderly. United in what they were doing- the French, Belgian, British and German mixture of removers, have a mission to move these people and demolish their ‘shacks of life’. In October last year I shared this;
“There is a crisis worldwide which cannot and should not be avoided. The surge of refugees in the war torn middle east has magnified to epic proportions , making the word ‘epic’ insignificant. Where are they all to go? There are not many countries offering the opportunity to help relocate, simply because it is almost impossible to conceive. These nations, once thriving and prosperous are now broken mortar, with blood mixed in. Lost societies, not for archaeologists to seek out in the future, but here in the present.” excerpt from “My Brother’s Keeper” -https://donnaluisawordslayer.wordpress.com/2015/11/23/my-brothers-keeper/
Human rights affect all of us.I understand the need for boarders and control of people who are undocumented, and displaced. Not everyone is good, or has good intentions. However, not everyone is bad. What type of society is being developed in this world? We are no longer carers of peace and unity, or thoughts of that may have changed. Has brotherhood of love and good living devolved becoming something else? Are we so filled with technological brilliance our humanity has diminished?
Finally, I live on the dreams of hope that we can be free in our hearts to be our brother’s keeper. I live on the dreams that my small part no matter how insignificant I can make someone smile – if only for a second, to be filled with something other than pain. I live on the dreams that my children will know that the causes I live for are simply more than I can ever hope to be worthy of. I live with the dreams that though the wealth I do not know yet will find me, so that I can multiply what I can give. I live with my dreams that my legacy to this world will be that I was here, I gave, I made you smile, and maybe you had a peaceful night. Maybe you experienced the hunger pains deep in the heart of your belly less. In the embryo of my world let me not forget you also need a place to rest.” excerpt My Brother’s Keeper fromhttps://donnaluisawordslayer.wordpress.com/2015/11/23/my-brothers-keeper/
Tell me what happens next? What happens to the displaced when they are forced to become refugees? I want to know, because it could be me or anyone of us out there. Let’s pray we never fall into such circumstances; but a twist in any tale is always lurking, hidden.