Jan 25, 2017 Dunkirk … Refugees

I’m leaving Dunkirk now. I’m speechless. I’m so angry. The children are so lovely and polite. I gave out blankets, hats, gloves, fruit, coloring books and crayons.

Some were so fearful they wouldn’t get a blanket or crayons or an apple -It was chaos. I’ll never forget today.

I brought some whisky to the volunteers.

What an unusual and extraordinary group.

They are amazing.

They have been there for months, years. From the Calais Jungle to diff camps – tossed around.

Young people selflessly making a terrible situation – a little less terrible.

It was uplifting to see that part.

The politics are incomprehensibly devastating.

The men every night go out, hide in- under, on lorries.

A boy died on the freeway the other day.

Some make it across the border.

Some don’t, and have to walk back. Or worse.

Then they sleep all day and try again. Every night.

There is no other way. No hope. No help.

People must see what is happening.

Beautiful and innocent people are shown such little respect.

The kids hugged and kissed me –

I’ll never be the same.

I’ll write more later.

P

Imagine if every person could come see this? Policy would change. It’s hard to engage people to act without empathy – and unfortunately most people don’t feel it by watching the news; but, by meeting people and seeing for themselves – It would change everything.

Just people trying to live.

I encourage more people to come visit, and volunteer if at all possible.

It’s just not fair.

Closing borders, and closing people out is not the answer.

It’s backwards.

Maybe people are inherently self interested but information silos created by choice of media (Fox or CNN) and social media – I fear, means people are less and less informed about things outside their own interests-

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Thank you,

Pamela Anderson