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There is a great wave of refugees exiting Syria and staying for a while in Lebanon, Turkey, Jordan, and Iraq but many are not willing to stay in those countries where they cannot work and cannot live a normal life but must be contained in camps where tents are their homes and rain and snow bring terrible cold in winter and the unrelenting sun of the hot dry summer regions shines for too many hours every day. Some resent these people leaving their camps some are very fearful that they hide among their number terrorists who will wreck havoc in any western nation to which they go. Many think that it is illegal for them to leave the camps and board a boat or other transport and travel to Europe, North America, Australia, or New Zealand. Countries close their borders, build fences, build walls, work assiduously to stop them entering their territory. The eyes of the news media shows them in their hundreds and the voice of the new media speaks of their thousands and millions. The reports give the impression of overwhelming numbers gathering on the borders seeking to find a way in and all the while the hint is expressed that these may be terrorists or criminals. Many think of them as drains on the nations welfare taking tax money as income and receiving special treatment in housing and medical care. Some worry of diseases being spread by them. The stories encourage fears.
I recently read this passage in a book, a passage that despite its extremity reminded me of the fears many are feeling now and the way that fears make eyes see unreality.
Last night to the flicks. All war films. One very good
one of a ship full of refugees being bombed somewhere in the Mediterranean.
Audience much amused by shots of a great huge fat man trying to swim away
with a helicopter after him, first you saw him wallowing along in the
water like a porpoise, then you saw him through the helicopters gunsights,
then he was full of holes and the sea round him turned pink and he sank as
suddenly as though the holes had let in the water, audience shouting with
laughter when he sank. then you saw a lifeboat full of children with a
helicopter hovering over it. there was a middle-aged woman might have been
a Jewess sitting up in the bow with a little boy about three years old in
her arms. little boy screaming with fright and hiding his head between her
breasts as if he was trying to burrow right into her and the woman putting
her arms round him and comforting him although she was blue with fright
herself, all the time covering him up as much as possible as if she thought
her arms could keep the bullets off him. then the helicopter planted a 20
kilo bomb in among them terrific flash and the boat went all to matchwood.
then there was a wonderful shot of a child's arm going up up up right up
into the air a helicopter with a camera in its nose must have followed it
up and there was a lot of applause from the party seats but a woman down in
the prole part of the house suddenly started kicking up a fuss and shouting
they didn't oughter of showed it not in front of kids they didn't it ain't
right not in front of kids it ain't until the police turned her turned her
out i don't suppose anything happened to her nobody cares what the proles
say typical prole reaction they never----
I recently read this passage in a book, a passage that despite its extremity reminded me of the fears many are feeling now and the way that fears make eyes see unreality.
Last night to the flicks. All war films. One very good
one of a ship full of refugees being bombed somewhere in the Mediterranean.
Audience much amused by shots of a great huge fat man trying to swim away
with a helicopter after him, first you saw him wallowing along in the
water like a porpoise, then you saw him through the helicopters gunsights,
then he was full of holes and the sea round him turned pink and he sank as
suddenly as though the holes had let in the water, audience shouting with
laughter when he sank. then you saw a lifeboat full of children with a
helicopter hovering over it. there was a middle-aged woman might have been
a Jewess sitting up in the bow with a little boy about three years old in
her arms. little boy screaming with fright and hiding his head between her
breasts as if he was trying to burrow right into her and the woman putting
her arms round him and comforting him although she was blue with fright
herself, all the time covering him up as much as possible as if she thought
her arms could keep the bullets off him. then the helicopter planted a 20
kilo bomb in among them terrific flash and the boat went all to matchwood.
then there was a wonderful shot of a child's arm going up up up right up
into the air a helicopter with a camera in its nose must have followed it
up and there was a lot of applause from the party seats but a woman down in
the prole part of the house suddenly started kicking up a fuss and shouting
they didn't oughter of showed it not in front of kids they didn't it ain't
right not in front of kids it ain't until the police turned her turned her
out i don't suppose anything happened to her nobody cares what the proles
say typical prole reaction they never----
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