We do not write today because we are sad. Or because we are frustrated. Or because we feel despondent.
We write because we are angry and because we – like so many other Australians – are filled with white hot rage about what has occurred this week.
Let us tell you a story…
A woman gives birth in a country that is not her own.
She is there because she is desperate. She is there because she is afraid. She is there because if she had remained in her home country, she would have been condemned to a life well beyond the comprehension of our first world consciousness.
A woman gives birth in a country that is not her own.
To get there in the first place was a long and arduous journey. The woman spent years living in refugee camps, waiting, hoping, wishing that she and her loved ones would be next. That she and her loved ones would be chosen; that they would be given the opportunity to live a life that most of us take for granted.
A woman gives birth in a country that is not her own. And then her newborn son is taken away.
That country, is Australia.
Ask yourself this: What the hell have we become when our Government will deliberately separate a desperate woman from her newborn in order to make a political point? The words don’t feel like enough. Nothing expresses the shame and the anguish of knowing that we are responding to a family’s desperate plea for help, by further compounding their hurt.