You’ve almost certainly seen the shocking images of a 3-year-old boy’s lifeless body washed up on a Turkish beach. That one image managed to do what more than three years of steady, empathetic media coverage by reputable organizations didn’t– give a name, and a story, to one of the tens of thousands (not tens of millions, it must be said, Stephen Harper) of Syrian asylum seekers, who come up against inconceivable barriers while looking for what many of us take for granted– the chance to live, work, raise a family in peace and have a life rather than a grinding existence.
His name was Alan. His mother’s name was Rehanna. And it’s beginning to look– dare we hope?– like they may not have died in vain. Ordinary people are rising to the occasion.
Please read this today.
“We just wanted them to know that the torture is over… I have children and a five-year-old grandchild and when I think what they have been through, these children, it leaves me on the ground.” -Hedy Gupta, German grandmother, handing out chocolate to refugee children on a train platform in Munich.
“”I think this is my duty. I’m a mum, I’m a woman from Austria and I can’t close my eyes anymore,” she said. “We are all human. No-one is illegal.” -Angelika Neuwirth, mom turned activist, Vienna
“There is so much crap in the world, and then suddenly there is honesty and humanity.” – Ryszard Kapuscinski.
“There is nothing like a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens to change the world. It’s the only thing that ever has.” -Margaret Mead