Like a lot of people, I've felt at an utter loss this week. We all saw the photograph of Aylan Kurdi on a Turkish beach, and we have shared our horror and our distress, just as the photograph, that moment of utter human abandonment by fellow man, was shared around the world. I know a lot people objected to the photograph and felt it robbed Aylan of his dignity - that the intimacy of death should remain private for the sake of his family. And I agree to a point - I think Aylan was robbed of his dignity, but not by people sharing the photograph, but by the forces who chased him from his home, and the foreign governments who took 'no military intervention' to mean 'do nothing at all'.
I didn't share the photograph but I have shared others, images of desperate people for whom the treacherous seas are safer than the place they once called home. Imagine that, for a moment. And do you know what? Nothing happened. The same people shared on, the racism and sheer bloody ignorance continued awash on social media, the press spoke of migrants, not refugees, as if these people had displaced themselves by choice. And then there was that picture, a picture I could not bring myself to share. And even though it was almost too awful to bear, the dialogue began to change, and where there was once ignorance, a new compassion began to emerge. And now my social media accounts are clogged to the joyful brim with collections and campaigns and pledges of aid. Out of the most monstrous of injustices, a good thing has happened. If you can, please donate either money or canned/dry food or clothes and bedding to a local collection. Its amazing how such a small thing, in the grand scheme of things, can do so much.
You can also donate £5 to Save the Children by texting SYRIA to 70008.
Thanks for reading xx