“...an unwavering faith in what’s human.”
Blood soaked and tear soaked, this is a harsh, heartbreaking look at what propels migrants from their homes to another life and the devastating ordeals they have to suffer for, to be free, to find freedom, to find a better life. It was so very violent, I can’t quite recommend it, but it is vivid, and again, heart destroying. And we should know. And combat xenophobia every minute we can. I know humans like these humans, and I still have that unwavering faith the author talks about, but I am sure some of these stories are true, for the most desperate migrants.
The author divides his time between Haiti and France, and the book is told from the point of view of three women, one Eritrean Christian, one Syrian Muslim, and one Nigerian Jewish, which was a fascinating and underdeveloped part of the story but some of the differences and similarities of how faith is felt was powerful. I appreciate the resiliency of the women, but written from the male point of view was less realistic.
I do not know what world exists on the other side of this sea, but each sea has another shore, and I will get there. CESARE PAVESE The Business of Living
In one month she’d learned not to trust the words of their contact; she could only hope the Mediterranean would be more trustworthy than this con artist.
All of sub-Saharan Africa was represented in the hangar. In its desolation and its humanity. In its diversity and its youth.
The majority, including Semhar and Shoshana, were relegated to the hold. Sub-Saharans for the most part—human cargo as one of their “handlers” had baptized them—piled one on top of the other.
the passengers on deck were Arabs, largely from the Middle East and the Maghreb.
Knowing that every horizon was blocked, not having any means by which to turn things around, even after the long period of conscription. Hope should be the last thing to die, no? Here it was completely the reverse. In such surroundings what meaning could life have?
For them it was Europe or no place. With the exception of the Eastern European countries where xenophobia, especially with its Islamophobic face, had become so commonplace it was frightening.
The couple also deleted France from the list of potential lands of exile. According to some friends who’d settled in Belgium, simple citizens, often among those of very modest means, were able to be enormously generous toward foreigners, but the politicians spent their time reveling in mere words: country of human rights, land of welcome… Why not beacon of humanity, while they were at it? As soon as they couldn’t resolve some social tension, they threw in the issue of immigration as food for popular vindictiveness, picked up by cautious intellectuals arrogant in their speech but well versed in ...more
Right after that, around three o’clock, volunteers arrived at the school to help turn it into a welcoming center. They spent the afternoon going up and down the three floors, moving mattresses, sleeping cots, blankets, bottled water, food, toiletries, and more. All of it with easy-going banter and an unwavering faith in what’s human.