We Laugh, Cry and Bleed

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The world is on edge in so many ways at the moment. Which unless you have been in hibernation or someone who is living on cloud 9, it is hard not to escape the tension. It is not surprising that the Rio Olympics seems a little down played in comparison to the London Olympics. I mean this is the time when we should all be coming together and enjoying the world’s best athletes compete against one another right?

No instead we are on edge, people are resorting to medieval perceptions of the each other despite the fact that yes we know the world is not flat, yes we know the earth spins around the sun and yes although we come in different shades of melanin, we are all of the same species.

Xenophobia everywhere.

Growing up in London I cherish the fact that there are a variety of people from different nations, different religions, different perceptions. (You can imagine how I felt about the UK leaving the EU.) My own parents were immigrants, they left Ghana and came to the UK, to start a new life, as did so many. And like my parents so many immigrants had to forgo their former qualifications, to do low paid jobs because their former credentials were not acknowledged in the UK. Luckily my parents spoke English, for some people language is just many of the barriers that they face as an immigrant.

Yet a western person can go to any non-western country and be hailed a professor, simply because they studied in the UK, Europe or America.  It’s okay for a Westerner to go to a country and dictate how people live their lives or refuse to even speak any other language besides English. If I had a penny for the amount of times I have been to a foreign country only to hear some douchebag say ‘speak English’ in a country where English is not the national language! (Colonial residue)

There is so many factors that an immigrant encounters that a citizen, if placed in the same situation would slit their wrist! In reference to the recent influx of Syrian immigrants, can you imagine leaving your family, everything you know to go to a place, where you know no one. Where you are not accustom to the culture or language. Where people assume you are a terrorist, because you are Muslim. Where you are seen as a rapist!

Rarely ever do the majority of people place themselves in the shoes of immigrants before we place a judgement.

This is where I come in…..well not me exactly, but artists, creative people. I used to think to myself,  ‘I’m a drama queen…. what am I doing, I’m not a doctor, I’m not saving lives.’ But that is not quiet true.  I know this sounds corny, but Art does save lives.  It’s down to artists to create work that opens narrow minds offering an intelligent insight into the social and political consciousness of the invisible and the marginalised. Which as a result, hopefully articulates fresh and unfamiliar perspectives, awaking society.

Films like Brick Lane, Dirty Pretty Things, Persepolis have enlightened me and I only hope I can create or perform in productions of a similar calibre.

We all have different motives as people, before making any assumptions about immigrants, we should remember that they are people and we all laugh, cry and bleed.

I am not a writer, just a blabber, a girl that asks many questions but never knows how to collate the answers. Just a normal girl with nothing more to say, than words that mean nothing but say something.   @AnniwaaBuachie

P.s  I will be appearing in the guest star role of Survivor’s remorse. Episode 6 ‘No Child Left Behind.’ More details here

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