resist muslim ban
Half a day
« Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door. »
This poem is written on the pedestal of the statue of Liberty.
Today, America is denying access to refugees and immigrants from 7 Muslim countries.
Is America going to close its doors for ever?
Who’s next on the list?
Will it be my home country, Morocco?
What would I do, then?
Stay in the US forever because I’d be too scared to be blocked access if I left and wanted to come back?
I have no answer to these questions.
The only thing I know is what I must do.
Stand with people who need me, the victims of this ban. And show them that they’re not alone.
This is life, my friends.
No one is safe. No comfort is granted. No privilege is forever.
The only way to stay strong is to act as a group and stand with others when they need us.
Even when we’re scared of losing our own privileges.
That’s why yesterday, I was at the White House to show my support.
Because I believe it’s the right thing to do.
Because I might need others to stand for me some day.
And because I’m human.
And as so, recognizing danger when it comes is an instinctive reaction.
United, we stand my friends! It’s our only choice.
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WHY IS IT SELF-CARE? I had almost never been to a protest and this one was my third one in less than an month. Each time I attended, I came back home full of hope, energy and optimism. I think that’s what it does to be surrounded by people defending the same values as you do. It gives goosebumps, the feeling of being stronger and a warm heart. Some of the best self-care ever.
MORE ABOUT THIS
My friends, I’m more a festival-goer than a protester and I’ve told you all I know on the topic in Act of self-care #35: March in Washington DC 🙂