Don’t you hate them? Five minutes in a traffic jam is one thing, 1/2 hour and that’s bad news. Any traffic reports on the radio? It helps a bit to know why, and get a rough idea of how long, I’ll be stuck in the car going nowhere. I can set myself to wait knowing that the traffic will eventually start to move. But not knowing…….
I’ve often wondered what I would do if I lived in country brutalised by terrorism and civil war, religious and economic dictatorship, senseless killings and total insecurity. A nightmare. Would I, as a single or family man escape if I could? Yes.
Having been forced to abandon and lose everything I owned, my home, my life as it was, what next? Perhaps living in a packed tent city in a nearby country, perhaps in one of Australia’s offshore/onshore detention centres halfway around the world.
How hard would it be to find myself, my family, my kids, behind security fences and razor wire. Initially, perhaps a feeling of safety, of optimism. But time drags on, other detainees are rioting, fighting, self harming and suffering. No words to hang my hat on. One month is forever to kids. A year or two of life as a prisoner? This is nowhere near normal. I can’t help them.
Stopping the boats, the drownings, the human trafficking is a good thing. It’s hard to look at those people at the bow of the boat. No one wants another Christmas Island tragedy. No one wants any bad guys hiding amongst the good ones. The checks must be made, the infrastructure in place with a bank balance large enough to finance the process.
But bloody hell, the detention must be tough on those whose only crime was being born in a country of conflict. Is there a better, faster way?
Their kids should not be growing up watching our freedom through security fences. How will life in detention affect them? One way or another these kids will be part of our future.
Words for today; Detention – What if it was me, my family, my kids?
More to come; same blog time, same blog channel.