We've all pushed ourselves hard with sore muscles to get more miles in to impress you to donate. The 40 days are up and our aching bodies can relax, while watching more donations come in. What's the real reason we went more than twice round the world in our virtual relay, and have already won the support of over £100,000 from you amazing people?
We've each got a unique story as to why we know how tough it is to be a refugee, how forgotten you can become, how even when you get asylum recovery is long and hard.
It was my younger daughter who brought me to direct contact with refugees. Age 13 she wanted to help in Greece. After much investigation and networking via Facebook, we went to Athens, set up a little school in a refugee squat. Her youth brought us closer to everyone.
Alone and with family I returned to help in Athens several times, including to work at Khora. Khora provides food, clothing, training, legal advice, and most importantly community, to the dispossessed in Athens. More recently I’ve joined small support groups around Calais and Ventimiglia.
I’ve seen young boys prostituting themselves in parks as the only way to have the money to keep going to reach their families rather than being put alone indefinitely in camps. I’ve seen teens with scared eyes trying to act nonchalant alone in unknown places. I’ve seen children with sores on their faces through lack of nutrition and basic hygiene. I’ve seen parents in deep depression staring into the middle distance. I’ve seen homeless migrants keep themselves and their surroundings spotless despite only having a small bag of possessions. I’ve seen grown men crying from pepper spray, having been woken up by a face full of it from police who know they can get away with it. I’ve given breakfast to people let out after being kept illegally in custody overnight at the border without food or water or a roof. I’ve seen clearly desperately mentally ill people receiving no care or even shelter. I’ve seen glitzy wide-boy people-smugglers trying to merge in, confident that ‘they all look the same’, so they can benefit from desperation and unfairness. I’ve seen people chatting with their friends and sharing whatever food and drink they have with each other.
To offer more than shared humanity and basic necessities is almost impossible, yet in itself is invaluable in order to provide dignity and hope. That’s what your donations will directly fund, as well as legal assistance and the space to learn languages and skills. The feeling of solidarity these organisations create has brought kinship, sometimes akin to family (with its ups and downs), that I treasure. To be able to join Thighs of Steel, Khora, The Refugee Community Kitchen and Kesha Niya (all very special), brings much happiness. Long may we support such dedicated, meaningful and low-cost humanity on the ground through the dedicated screening provided by Help Refugees.
Thank you so much for your donation! Don't worry if you can't afford much. Every penny will be well used.