I feel sick to the stomach tonight.
I read the newspaper and it was slaying Afghan refugees for 'sneaking into Britain" THEY HAVE NO HOME. All of the pomp about sending 'our' young men out there to liberate the Afgan people, sacrificing our freedom and putting lives in danger... And we can't even welcome them to a new, safe home.
A Polish lad I recruited today told me about the last restaurant he worked at here in SW UK. He was paid below the minimum and tips were shared out under his nose. He was told to shut up and put up or he'd be deported and as he spoke bad English (then) and had no UK bank account he was advised to keep schtum. The restaurant owner? Oh, she was Polish too apparently. Terrible.
Tonight I watched the news where a mother described how her daughter had been killed by her controlling boyfriend, stabbed with a kitchen knife. She was holding it together and then every couple of seconds her face would contort as though she were positively possessed by sadness!
And those interminable images of young lads being brought back from war zones in boxes, the pompous ceremonies and speeches and tears that accompany their last few miles.
I feel so sad that we are all (oh goodness, myself included) so caught up in silly romantic notions of fake-love that is really attraction and life is built on rediculous pairings of people for money, attraction, a whim.
And yet, on a basic human level we have no idea of what love it.
I wish we could concentrate on that. I wish we, as buddhists, could help people to see how powerful love is and how much it can heal.
I wish... I wish... But that too is self-indulgent.
Just wanted to share with my NB friends