Calais Refugees – re-blogged from Jaz O’Hara’s Facebook Post

I wish more people would write like this. The British media and the majority of postings on social media just stir up anti, well anti-fellow-human-being feelings, if we are honest. This depresses me  deeply.

These are people! People like you and me.

Put yourself in their place. How does that feel?


See the original post by Jaz O’Hara here.

I’ve been thinking about how I can find the words for what we experienced yesterday.

An hours drive from my house, then half an hour on the Eurotunnel, and we were in the world’s worst refugee camp in terms of resources and conditions, yet we were welcomed with open arms. It’s amazing how only the people who have nothing really know how to share.

The ‘jungle’ (as the camp is known), is loosely and naturally divided by country, with every one of the worlds warzones represented. We walked through ‘Afghanistan’, ‘Syria,’ ‘Eritrea’ and ‘Sudan,’ all living peacefully alongside each other. This struck a chord with me – it was immediately clear that these people, fleeing war and persecution, want anything but conflict. The ‘mosque’ (a wooden frame), next to the church (some wood and tarpaulin, crowned with a wooden cross), right next to each other, representing that we are all the same, regardless of religion or race.

Nothing could have prepared me for hearing the stories of these people first hand.

A man from Afghanistan told me how he had fled his country with over 100 other people with the aim of walking together to England. Many people (mainly women and children) died along the way. They were so hungry they ate grass, and one night, walking through Bulgarian woodland in the dark, he tripped and a stick pierced through his eye. He spent 2 weeks in hospital in Sofia and the group left him behind. He carried on alone and had finally made it to Calais.

Then we met three Eritrean brothers aged 14, 13 and 10. They were alone. Sent by their parents to escape conscription to compulsory, indefinite military service, which is basically slave labour, they had made their way from Eritrea on foot.

And then, a 23-year-old from Dafur, Sudan. He told me that the Gangaweed had come to his village on horseback when he was 18, burnt it to the ground and brutally shot many people, including his dad, just for being black. He was arrested, accused of opposing the government, and put in prison for two years. As soon as he got out, he went back to where the village once was, desperate to find his two little brothers, little sister and mother. He was told his sister was alive and in a nearby town so he went looking for her. She wasn’t there. He searched towns and cities until he was again arrested, as travelling through the country is not permitted. Unable to face any more time in prison, he spent all the money he had to be smuggled to Libya. Here he started his journey, on foot and alone to England.

England..where everybody is always smiling and no one has problems, he told me. “Is it this cold in England?”, he asked in the middle of a sunny day in August. His expectations, and the reality of his life if he ever does make it to England, make my heart hurt.

He told me he doesn’t feel the hunger (the refugees get one free meal a day they have to queue for hours for), or the cold (I cant even begin to imagine winter in this camp), he just feels the pain of his lost family. Each time he spoke the word family, his voice broke and he put his head in his hands. Crying, he told me that every time he closes his eyes, he sees his mother, telling him he is a good boy, and that he is doing the right thing. ‘Why then, am I living like an animal?’ he asked me.

Every night he walks a few miles to the tunnel in an attempt to make it to England, although he told me he was taking a couple of days break from trying to allow his leg to heal. He proceeded to show me a huge bruise on his calf from where he had been hit by a police baton.

Many many people from Sudan tell the same story. Persecuted for being black, many have seen their entire family killed infront of their eyes.

We sat for ages in the Sudanese part of the camp. The guys here searched the surroundings to find the most mis-match selection of chairs, and even made us tea over an open fire. ‘You are our guests’ they told us, infront of the opening to their makeshift tents.

Yesterday I realised that the people in this camp don’t WANT to come to England. They have no choice.

These people aren’t migrants…these are REFUGEES. They can’t go back, but they can’t go forward, they are stuck, trying to create some kind of normal life from a bit of tarpaulin and a blanket.

And they are heroes. Their stories show more determination, strength and courage than anything I have ever heard from anyone in the UK. They should be an inspiration to us all…yet they are portrayed by our media as a drain on our society, scrounging our benefits. This couldn’t be further from the truth. These people WANT to work, want to earn enough money to pay tax, and want to be given the opportunities they deserve.

These people are desperate. On the one hand we commemorate holocaust Memorial Day, yet on the other we turn away at people facing as extreme persecution as the Jews, right on our doorstep.

What the actual fuck?

A sign in the camp read ‘we must all learn to live together like brothers, or we will die together like idiots’.

This needs to happen, and quick.

Many people didn’t want us to take their picture, scared of the negative media representation, but also in case their families face repercussions under repressive governments back home. They are also ashamed; ashamed to be living in such an undignified manner.

We’ll be going back next week to start filming a documentary, as sensitively as possible, with the aim of sharing the stories of these inspirational people. We’re also stocking up on men’s shoes, men’s clothing, SIM cards, old phones (people are desperate to call home) and anything else people many be able to donate…

For more information, like our campaign here:

https://www.facebook.com/theworldwidetribe

You can follow the journey in photos on instagram:

@theworldwidetribe

This is the link to our just giving page:

https://crowdfunding.justgiving.com/CalAid

We need to do something. Turning your back on this tragedy on our doorstep is literally unforgivable.

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About Lance Greenfield

Blog: lancegreenfield.wordpress.com email: lancegmitchell@outlook.com I published my debut novel in December 2014: Eleven Miles. My second novel went live in February 2016: Knitting Can Walk!
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3 Responses to Calais Refugees – re-blogged from Jaz O’Hara’s Facebook Post

  1. davidprosser says:

    I have every sympathy for refugees and have long said there should be an open door policy for them in the UK. Where most people voice a worry is with economic migrants. Those have been a strain on the benefits system in this country when there are no borders to EU citizens, some of whom come here because our benefits are more generous than their own. There are plenty who claim child benefit but have no children here.
    I heard a comedian say the other day that it’s ridiculous for the UK to moan about the number of migrants when other countries take many more, we’re way down the list he said. What he seemed to forget was the size of the countries in question. This is a small island compared to the size of other countries we’d fit into them and be lost.
    Refugees I welcome, but for those who want to move here for other reasons, I’d suggest they prove they can self support for at least 5 years before the benefits system is available to them.
    Maybe the man in the street would be less worried about their impact on the economy then.

    That the refugees in the camps can live together in relative harmony is a lesson for the rest of us. Peaceful co-existence should be the order of the day everywhere.
    Hugs

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