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calais crisis<br />
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Cal-aid<br />
How to help the refugees<br />
I spent Mother’s Day at the<br />
refugee camp in Calais – my<br />
children, who are 12 and 15,<br />
didn’t protest my absence.<br />
They’d seen the photos<br />
from previous trips. “Just<br />
go,” they said. I left them in<br />
our warm cosy home with<br />
a fridge full of food, hot<br />
water on tap, a bedroom<br />
each, sofas and laptops and<br />
cushions and heating. All<br />
the normal stuff of home.<br />
Each visit to the refugee camp and the warehouse<br />
that supports it can leave you feeling<br />
very odd - coursing with simultaneous feelings<br />
of elation and despair. Elation at the ingenuity,<br />
dedication and resourcefulness of everybody<br />
there, the visible love, the co-operation, the<br />
eternal sunshine of the human spirit in even the<br />
darkest places; and despair that such a place exists<br />
at all, in our rich continent. A continent that<br />
prides itself on human rights.<br />
Despair that children younger than my own are<br />
in the camp alone, unaccompanied, cared for<br />
by a volunteer called Liz Clegg, who protects<br />
them as best she can because no government<br />
will. Despair that there are people living under<br />
paper-thin canvas in bitter cold (it snowed that<br />
weekend), who are always hungry (despite the<br />
approximately 2,000 hot meals served every day<br />
by the Calais Kitchens, cooked by volunteers<br />
from the food donated by you - there is never<br />
enough).<br />
And huge despair at the latest decision by the<br />
Calais local authority to backtrack on an earlier<br />
decision to allow people to<br />
stay on this unpopulated<br />
ex-rubbish tip for as long as<br />
they needed. Nobody wants<br />
to be in the Jungle, but for<br />
thousands fleeing home<br />
towns that had become<br />
lethally hellish, it’s home<br />
for now.<br />
Except since early March, it<br />
isn’t. The 1,200 basic shelters<br />
made by a team of 200<br />
builders and carpenters over<br />
the winter months are now being systematically<br />
destroyed by men in hi-viz jackets from the<br />
Calais prefecture, whose destruction is guarded<br />
by the CRS - the French riot police - as families<br />
and individuals are forced out, with nowhere<br />
to go. Many are simply setting up freezing cold<br />
camp nearby, in scrubland, with no water, no<br />
sanitation, nothing.<br />
As a journalist, I feel utter despair at how the<br />
mainstream media has been reporting - or not<br />
reporting - all of this. Apart from perhaps the<br />
Guardian, every other major news source -<br />
including the supposedly impartial BBC and the<br />
Independent - has been either wilfully erroneous,<br />
economical with the truth, or in the case of the<br />
right-wing press, simply making things up.<br />
So how can there possibly be any feelings of elation?<br />
When you are offered gracious hospitality<br />
by a refugee who has nothing; when someone<br />
destitute cracks a joke, in the midst of their grimness.<br />
And back home, how our innate humanity<br />
can be sparked to light in times of crisis.<br />
Here are some examples. A fundraiser at the<br />
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