Just a little boy.
A poor, defenseless baby, washed up dead, his corpse being plastered all over the interent.
Dead, trying to avoid certain death.
But he is not the only one. An unimaginable amount of Syrian fleeing their country, and countless countries refusing them entry.
Who are we to refuse them entry? Who are we to ignore a people crying out for help?
Syrians aren't parasites, trying to feed off us. They mean no harm.
They're people. They're humans. Like you and I.
So who are we to condemn them to a tragic death? Who are we, mere humans, to be able to play god in these humans lives, forcing them to stay in a war ridden land?
Who were we to allow Syrians to become so afraid, so desperate, that small kids are washing up on our selfish shores?
We are condemning thousands of kids just like them to their deaths every day.
What in the world makes us think that this is ok? Why are we so privileged?
Why are they not treated like people?
If you've read recent blog posts, you'll know I've recently finished my Leaving Cert (hence the erratic upload schedule). During it, I was surprising calm, and only cried over two exams. History failed me, unfortunately. But, I couldn't understand why I was so calm. Why wasn't Becky rearing her ugly head? When I thought about it, I realised something strange. All the exams I had done were a blur. I felt like I hadn't even done them. When I came out of an exam and was asked a question about the paper, I blanked. I just didn't remember. I was forgetting a lot of things in day to day life, and feeling numb. That's when I realised what I was doing, I wasn't being present. Feeling as if you're not present is a major symptom of anxiety, so I suppose it has become an unintentional coping method for me. I'd look in the mirror and think, Wow, I'm actually that person. That reflection is me! It's really hard to explain what this feeli...
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