Tuesday, 15 January 2013

I've Been Here a Whole Week


There were plans today for a hike along the coast, but strong winds and a steady drizzle meant they were cancelled. I was fine with that, as my sore muscles and blistered feet weren’t really up to another hike anyway. Instead I spent pretty much the whole day at Te Papa using the free Wi-Fi. I was able to talk to my parents, who thus far had been in bed every time I’d been online. Doesn’t make for a very interesting blog post, but it was very good for my mental health.

In the absence of anything more interesting to write about, I’m going to take the opportunity to describe one of Te Papa's exhibits. I found it one of the most striking, the most memorable, though it's simple almost to the point of austerity in design. It’s called the Mixing Room, and aptly so: it is dedicated to the residents of New Zealand who come from refugee backgrounds. Apparently about a thousand refugees come to New Zealand each year. On the floor is a timeline of the arrival of different groups of refugees, dating back to the 1800s when Dutch Christians were seeking to escape religious persecution, all the way up to the last few years with those trying to escape war in the Middle East. Meanwhile, the walls are lit up with pictures of some of the more recent refugees, accompanied by quotes that share little bits of their stories. There are three or four round touchscreen tables around the room as well, each of which had a selection of pictures, stories, and poems written by refugees, describing their experience.

The stories felt too brief, too surface-level, and I wanted to know more. But even so, it was a powerful room. The timeline on the floor made it clear that persecution can happen to anyone—any gender, race, religion. The same group that was persecuted in one century was persecuting another in the next. And hasn’t that been true throughout all of history? The Christians were persecuted in Ancient Rome, only to set out on the crusades a few hundred years later. One would think we would learn better. But if we haven’t yet. I don't know if we ever will.

It also reminded me of home. Vermont becomes a final destination for some number of refugees; I don’t know how many. We have neighbours from Bosnia. I know there was a large group of Sudanese refugees in I think the 1990's. And, really, wasn’t America founded by refugees? The Quakers and Puritans who fled religious persecution in Britain?

It's good to be reminded that America isn't the only country that clings to freedom. We have a bit of a superiority complex, I think. We're the land of the free and the home of the brave, but we're not the only such land in the world, and we need to remember that.

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