June 2015

My son woke me up this morning by telling me that he loved me. I was in my own bed, in my own house, and I counted my blessings.

Imagine having all that torn away by powers utterly beyond your control, having to abandon your home for fear of being raped, tortured, killed, having to flee for your life, seeing friends and family die on the way into the unknown and still have to carry on, since it’s the lesser of evils.

Imagine finally making it to a place where prosperity and peace reigns, only to be met by racism and xenophobia, by people wanting to send you back to the utter hell you’ve escaped (a hell created by a lack of action from those same countries that you now have to flee to).

Now imagine that’s you. How would YOU like to be treated?