the white-ruffed manikin looks like the shy but lovable character in a fantasy novel who says “talk to the girl?! no sir, I’ll just be in the maester’s library doin’ my studies”
I started saying “enslaved people” instead of “slaves,” and you should consider making this change too.
Slave is an identity; it says, “This is who they are.”
Enslaved is a circumstance; it says, “This is what was done to them.”
The language we use matters.
with the drawing of this Love
and the voice of this Calling
we shall not cease
from exploration
and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place
for the first time
T.S. Eliot
Four Quartets
Occasionally my friend and I send each other the “on repeat” playlists that Spotify makes for us to gauge where we’re at mental-health-wise and let me tell you, it’s always a trip. Anyway, anyone else relate to this picture on a deep level?
Our refugees have experienced unspeakable trauma and fled. They have experienced the loss of all things and must live in a strange land where they are often feared, hated or simply unwanted.
“No one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark…” Warsan Shire