Micah Conference Day 2

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,

-          - 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!)