Day 1 of the Micah Asia Connect conference had been on the
theme of Migration – realities and responsibilities, and as I mentioned in the
previous blog, one of the example groups that we heard about within that category
were the Filipino overseas domestic workers. The second day of the conference
was based around the broad theme of Displacement, and the first section of the
morning was led by an Indian speaker, Moses Andrew, who shared about his work with
the Rohingya refugee community in Chennai. It was very informative indeed and he
particularly focussed on the research he has done into the experience of the
refugee children. He spoke about how displacement for a child is so much more
than just a change in location – it’s the impact on home (safe and familiar surroundings),
relationships (family, friends, trusted adults), school (learning, routine,
opportunities), and identity (belonging, dignity, hope). And he spoke about the
findings from the research relating to the displaced children:
- - education as the biggest source of hope,
- - the dangers of gaps in child protection and
safety
- - the links between emotional wellbeing of the
child and access to family support,
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- the role of the welcoming / host community and
how their welcome can make or break the sense of belonging for the displaced
person
- - the duality of resilience and vulnerability in
children,
- - and how hope becomes sustainable when strengths
are supported by safe and legalised systems.
Although that sounds fairly dry and academic (it was
research that he was sharing about after all!), we were regularly reminded that
the realities of the topic were anything but dry and academic. These were
children who had fled from persecution with their parents. But whilst the parents
were the ones who had made the decision, the children just had to go along with
the displacement, and all the loss and pain and confusion that went with it. They
had no choice about becoming displaced, and no choice about what their future
looks like, particularly in the short term. It was a sobering reminder of how
the same outward experience of displacement can feel so very different for
individuals, based on all type of factors, including age.
The second section of the morning was a pre-recorded talk by
Sarah Scott-Webb, who heads up the Oceania Freedom Network, and is highly
involved at a global scale in various anti-trafficking networks. Sarah shared
very powerfully about the realities of trafficking, including speaking about
the role of the anti-trafficking group to try and combat the scams and tricks
of trafficking groups that sprung into life within hours of Russia invading
Ukraine. Humanity, stooping so low as to prey on the vulnerable and fearful at
a time of terror, panic and confusion for so many. But Sarah also shared about
ways in which groups of people rally together, and push back against the
traffickers, creating initiatives that can bring a glimmer of hope, access to
safety, and information to help the vulnerable make more informed choices about
what they do next. Humanity rising up and stepping into the gap, supporting
those who need it most.
Then we went into a time of Lament, and that was so
powerful. A Lament is a time that
allows us to come honestly before God. To name what is broken. To grieve. To
cry out for God to act. And even when we do not have answers, to remember who
God is and choose to place our hope in him.
It started with praise to God, and then moved into a time of
reflection about all that we had heard over the past two days. It was quiet individual
reflection rather than corporate, to give space for our own unique responses, based
in part on the context and lived experience that we each carry. And it was a
time in which we each brought our questions, our pain, our struggles, our
anger, our injustice, our hopelessness and our grief to God.
The lead in to the time of quiet reflection and prayer, was
a reading of the poem ‘We Refugees’ by Benjamin Zephaniah. 4 different people
read the 4 sections: v1 a bishop from Pakistan, v 2 a woman from Nepal, v 3 a
guy from Sri Lanka (where there were all the floods last year), v 4 a woman
from Thailand. These folks had been were chosen to read based on their
nationalities, and the experiences of migration and displacement that each had
gone through, and it was so additionally powerful to hear them read the poem
from their own places of lived experience.
This is the poem:
‘We Refugees’ by Benjamin Zephaniah
Reader 1:
I come from a musical place
Where they shoot me for my song
And my brother has been tortured
By my brother in my land.
I come from a beautiful place
Where they hate my shade of skin
They don’t like the way I pray
And they ban free poetry.
I come from a beautiful place
Where girls cannot go to school
There you are told what to believe
And even young boys must grow beards.
Reader 2
I come from a great old forest
I think it is now a field
And the people I once knew
Are not there now.
We can all be refugees
Nobody is safe,
All it takes is a mad leader
Or no rain to bring forth food,
We can all be refugees
We can all be told to go,
We can be hated by someone
For being someone.
Reader 3
I come from a beautiful place
Where the valley floods each year
And each year the hurricane tells us
That we must keep moving on.
I come from an ancient place
All my family were born there
And I would like to go there
But I really want to live.
I come from a sunny, sandy place
Where tourists go to darken skin
And dealers like to sell guns there
I just can’t tell you what’s the price.
Reader 4
I am told I have no country now
I am told I am a lie
I am told that modern history books
May forget my name.
We can all be refugees
Sometimes it only takes a day,
Sometimes it only takes a handshake
Or a paper that is signed.
We all came from refugees
Nobody simply just appeared,
Nobody’s here without a struggle,
And why should we live in fear
Of the weather or the troubles?
We all came here from somewhere.
At the end of the poem, we all sat quietly, working through
our own thoughts, emotions, and inner-wrestlings. People were invited to write
prayers or thoughts down on teardrop-shaped pieces of paper that were pinned to
sheets of cloth. The teardrops represented the tears of lament, and the pins
were the pain of lament. It was a very powerful moment, and real tears were
shed by many.
I was facilitating the Lament section, and the irony was not
lost on me that I, from UK, was leading a process of lament for folks who
represent so many countries that, in their history, have had England ride
rough-shod over them and ruin them in so many ways. Even now some of the
struggles, displacements, and geopolitically influenced sufferings that they
face are due to things that come from a colonial aftermath. I found that so
hard and so emotional. I mean where do even start in lamenting for what has
happened before. I know that I can’t take the blame for all of UK overseas
history, but it was hard to look out at folks from all across Asia and know
that UK played a part in the mess that exists today.
I mentioned this to one of the organising team, and he
wondered if it was maybe something that it would be good for me to acknowledge
to all. I prayed about it and it felt like the right thing to do, so, I went
off script for a little bit, and shared from my heart about those feelings I’d
had. I ended by saying sorry on behalf of my country, and that I hoped that
those present would see me as proof that not everyone from UK is as bad as
history might depict us. It was an emotional and wobbly time, and I really
exposed my vulnerability, but I got lots of positive responses after and I’m
glad that I did it. Overall the time of lament was an incredible time, and I
feel privileged to have been associated with it, and the point of pivot that it
represented, as we moved from lamenting what is currently happening or has
happened, and move toward exploring how hope can shine in the world of
migration and displacement (but that’s for day 3!)