Life Jackets? I don’t think so…



The end of another day. Well, a break because it all gets busy again about midnight. In the pitch black is a good time for the smugglers to post people across that treacherous bit of sea which is now getting choppy. There are almost always children on the boats at night. The other night when the smuggler dumped a boat load of people at the bottom of a cliff and buggered off leaving them stranded in a place where one wave would have been the end of them. There were 11 children on the boat, two of them about 9 months old.

Some of the lifejackets are filled with grass or, even worse, styrofoam which just absorbs the water and would bring a person down rather than keeping them afloat. Children are often wearing flimsy plastic life jackets that are not even blown up. Some have their names written in pen on the back in case they are found floating in the sea. Who looks a baby in the eye, sticks a bit of plastic on them in the charade of it being a life saver and then dumps them at the bottom of a cliff in the sea? Murderers are not just the ones going round with bombs, they come in all shapes and sizes.
While the children, rightly so, are the first to be seen to and dried off and warmed up, I’ve noticed that the young men can end up getting a bit of a raw deal. They just get on with it and don’t complain about wet clothes and the cold. They go on from wherever they land on the beach to an interim camp which is overflowing. Young men, and older men are seen sleeping on the pavement by the side of the road. The UNHCR have donated a container load of blankets but that feels a bit paltry when they’re sleeping on the cold ground in wet clothes. They are the bottom of the list in the registration process. Maybe it is because of my own son, and most of them are younger than he is, that I just want them to be cared for. As I’ve said before, I just want to be the person that I would want my son to meet should he ever be in trouble. To many i have said ‘for this half an hour or so I am your mother’ and this has given some the space to be able to cry. Unless it’s the thought of me being their mother that is the proverbial straw in their distress. ..!
I also realise that they are probably going to walk straight into prejudice as they make their way into Europe and can’t help feeling that their future looks a bit bleak. They will be met with hostility for their colour, religion, because they are young males and goodness knows what else. The people who kill are murderers, nutters who strike terror into everyone’s lives. That is not the fault of people who are fleeing the very same thing. I think that the whole world is feeling the fear that is being force fed. I don’t know where it will all end, not particularly well if murderers and media and crazy leaders of countries continue to rub their hands in glee as the population is divided in their opinions. Divide and conquer is the oldest trick in the book.

A quote from Ghandi might shed a tiny slither of hope. ..
‘When i despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won. There have been tyrants and murderers and for a time they seem invincible but in the end, they always fall – think of it – always. ‘


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