The embedded video is of AUS, but I think generally we could say: most of those (us) whom are speaking so easily about ppl who come, go or pass through borders - we speak without knowing many things. Or, at least not being sure about all the facts.
Lately it became more and more natural to just talk and ignore fact we don’t like but not acting as we could.
Clarke and Dawe - Immigration
As a frequent train user, traveller I can say without exaggaration that I’ve been on trains towards home - where the is an Asylum for refugees and now I’m not here claiming the conflicts existing between them each other and their neighbourhood, but -, and I did see some of them, meet and even for a couple words: talked with them.
I know about it being a problem. On many sides. But what made me feel ashamed of myself was an early morning scene I had to witness. Made me blood boil.
In the latest period renovations are running on several lines on the railways, so is my hometown affected, whereas there are segments when passengers do have to switch to buses. That’s all right. It is a small bus, but being late night (last) and early (first) trains, the number of ppl travelling just fits. Even if it means that some of those have to stand for a 45 minute drive. some of them are migrants. Some of them, travelling with children.
On the actual train that family was the only non-hungarian “group”, with four youngsters, none of them reaching their 6th year. And standing. 3 am in the morning. Tired, and sleepy. Of course, other were too. Even in the moment when taking seat. When they had to have eyes open wide to choose them, and to see: some have been left without a place to sit. And those were the kids. Harmless, innocent, and free from any ancestors’ sins. They were just there. And happened to be from else.
I was sitting in the last row, and could not believe that not one person offered to get their perfectly righteous butts up the seat, at least to let the kids sleep, instead of the place where they actually created a little corner: on the middle of the bus floor, between rucksacks and feet.
I am ashamed that I felt guilty as being different wanting to see what happens, and even if it was one seat I could offer, my friend stood up as well and those four little ones just ran so gracefully and fell asleep right the moment on the seats.
None of the persons sitting answered if they’ve seen the kids sleeping on the floor, none of them looked half-thinking and reconsidering their not-act of helping. It’s awful how distant we can be just because we _think_ we have higher rights, are better and worthier than those different from us. From migrants, refugees, foreigners.
I was just so angry and disappointed for a moment, still am trying to puzzle together complaints of elders whom had left without seat by youngers (but being able to stand perfectly on their healthy feet), service workers (this case: controllers), whom can not raise a responsible word regarding to their territorial area, to keep it’s “orders”, to say. Young people early in their life’s start, responsible and strong in their choices and learning as experiencing - making wrong choice… of not thinking twice.
An elder man standing next to me said, that he havent even try to _hunt_ for a seat, because it doesn’t worth it. But it worth to speak up and to stand up, to _treat as we would want to be treated_ and I don’t care about further backgrounds. Not under 6, not if it’s about being human, if it’s about having a soul, and “using” it. If we do not use our brains…