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Another rant may herein be found!

Its begun then...

Screaming out from the front of the "quality tabloids" this morning was a barrage of "they were asylum seekers, how ungrateful" about the second wave suicide bombers. Now lets just think shall we... what is there to be grateful about in being an asylum seeker..

So you leave a country that is treating you unjustly.. often a country created or propped up by colonialism or neo colonialism. you arrive in the UK and have to wait without being allowed to work, you are often shut away from society.. oh and you are pilloried by some newspapers that you read because you are trying to learn English. Your children are sent to schools where the discipline is not as strict as in your homeland and you despair to find them struggling to adapt. They are either bullied or they go for the lowest common denominator approach of fitting in.

Eventually asylum is granted... you stay.. you hope for the best, but your children are told they don't fit, they lose their sense of national identity and look for it somewhere else (well who would want to affiliate with a nation that brands you as a sap on society?).. they start to hang out with people who share some passion, who don't look down on them or call them spongers...

And then the day comes when they appear on the front of a newspaper... and you consider that once again you may have to run...

Comments

Neil O'Hara said…
Yeah, it really is quite understandable when you think about it.

Sure it's tough in lots of ways, but come on.

I do not agree with you're point of view.

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