I really didn’t want to comment on this subject. Really. But then again, sometimes a little picture or comment triggers something inside. Yesterday and today, I’ve had two of those trigger moments.
Firstly, when I saw the video footage of a camerawoman kicking a refugee child and tripping up a father carrying his son on Dariadaria’s Facebook page. The blogger has been highly active when it comes to helping refugees in Austria, so if any of you want to know how you can help and what you can do, head over to her Facebook or blog.
Then today, when I was in the car listening to FM4, some people present at the Viennese Hauptbahnhof, where momentarily lots of refugees arrive in Austria, were interviewed. One man said that he remembers being a refugee himself, back in 1945, and that every „thank you“ from a refugee receiving a blanket, hot drink or just a friendly hello, brings tears to his eyes because he feels set back to when he was in that terrible situation himself, and what it feels like when there are actually people that are willing to help you.
And that’s where I’m going with this post. I’m not trying to call upon you to help. Those of you that actively want to help for sure have been doing so already, and will start doing so anytime without someone telling you to. Some of you might not have the time to get active themselves, and others, students for example, might not have a lot of spare money they can give to those people in need. But what every single one of us can and should, no, HAS TO do, is understand. And feel.
After all, we’re all human beings, no matter what sex, race, age, nationality or religion. No matter if stock broker, unemployed, kindergartener, prostitute, pilot or drug addict. When you strip us from all the superficialities, from everything that we have and do down to what we are, we’re all human beings. And loosing your job, your house, having to flee your country to save your family, your life, can happen to every single one of us. Nobody is invulnerable. And every single one of us that ever were in such a horrible situation would be in need of help. And we sure all would want and appreciate that help.
So don’t kick people that are already on the ground, not physically, but also not verbally. Badmouthing these refugees and spreading nationalistic ideas is just as bad as standing on that field and raising your leg yourself.
And never forget that there has been a great war that Austria was massively involved in, and it was us that needed help and support back then. That old men at Hauptbahnhof, who now helps refugees but also has been a refugee himself decades ago, could be your grandfather or great-grandfather. Try to empathize with these people that haven’t eaten in days, that have been on the run for weeks, constantly scared of the terror they had to witness and saddened by the losses they had to suffer. Feel for those people, welcome them, and don’t try to make it even worse for them.
There should be much more love in this world after all.