I’ve been in the camp for four months now and don’t know when I’m going domestic. I feel passionately that we all have a responsibility to help the people hereClick here to donate to the Guardian Christmas appeal for refugee charities[br]It was a Saturday morning. August. I remember it vividly. I was online,sat up in bed, browsing, or not looking for anything in particular. An article caught my eye: it was approximately the refugee crisis. Men,women and children were risking their lives to get to western Europe, and many were dying in the process. It was a memoir of endurance and terrible trauma. In response I expected compassion, or a swell of fellow feeling. But my heart sank as I read the comments. There was so much cruelty. These people whose suffering was so much greater than anything I had experienced were being dehumanised,talked approximately as though they were rats. It made me feel sick. I thought: I don’t want to be like this. I want to prove that there are people in Britain who care. Related: I was a Lampedusa refugee. Here’s my memoir of fleeing Libya – and surviving | Hakim Bello Continue reading...
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