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Poem - In London
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Charles wrote a poem about this city London.
In London
by Charles
In a place where I thought that Big Ben is the best sight to see.
In a place where I thought that Buckingham Palace is the best castle to see.
In a place where I saw green because Wimbledon tournament is on grass and green.
In a place where I thought, women are powerful, because the ruler is a Queen.
In a place where women can choose regardless of their background, as dear Princess Diana did.
But London, with Hooliganism, you gave us the impression that you are not immaculate.
But London, you start your shy revolution with Protestantism.
But London, you gave us the impression that you are the best place to acquire education.
Although you, London are welcoming, life is hard in you.
Although you, London are very tolerant, racism still exists.
Although you, London are equal, competition is tough – London, you may have saved some lives but you did not save our soul.
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Hospitality
The main subject of discussion during the annual JRS meeting in Portugal was hospitality. Hospitality is the welcome, one of the most important things that we do in JRS.
JRS is going to run a hospitality campaign around hospitality, community and destitution. The word community came up for me. I think it is important being able to form a community for the refugees. For example, through church or through activities like sports. In the UK, we do that with all the activities and workshops we offer such as the creative writing sessions. Through those activities, refugees can become a part of something and belong to a community, in contrast with the isolation they live in when they first come. They feel that they are not out on a limb and more a part of us, as we are part of them, feeling all part of the same community.
I believe we are doing the best that we can in the UK, although we are sometimes limited as an organisation because of the way things are politically here. Hospitality first and foremost is about being a welcoming presence, being a place of safety for people to come to where they feel accepted and safe. It would be wonderful if we had the means, if we could for example provide accommodation for the homeless people who come here. I would love to be able to do that!
The trust that asylum seekers have in us comes quickly, and you can see a change in people thanks to the hospitality we offer. At first, they are apprehensive but later, they see that we are just here to help them and the next time they come they are all smiles.
The Portuguese team put hospitality into practice with us, the participants. They went out of their way to make the everyday really interesting and enjoyable. I felt how I want our refugees to feel when they come to us. It has made me realise even more how it feels for those we see.
From Sister Bernadette
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The Hurtado Jesuit Centre, but who was Alberto Hurtado SJ?
Jesuit Refugee Service UK is based at the Hurtado Centre in
London. Why is the Centre named for him and what relevance does this Jesuit
have for JRS-UK’s work?
“I hold that every
poor man, every vagrant, every beggar is Christ carrying his cross. And as Christ, we must love and help
him. We must treat him as a brother, a
human being like ourselves. If we were
to start a campaign of love for the poor and homeless, we would, in a short
time, do away with depressing scenes of begging, children sleeping in doorways
and women with babies in their arms fainting in our streets.” St Alberto
Hurtado SJ
“I hold that every
poor man, every vagrant, every beggar is Christ carrying his cross. And as Christ, we must love and help
him. We must treat him as a brother, a
human being like ourselves. If we were
to start a campaign of love for the poor and homeless, we would, in a short
time, do away with depressing scenes of begging, children sleeping in doorways
and women with babies in their arms fainting in our streets.” St Alberto
Hurtado SJ
Canonized in October 2005 by Pope Benedict XVI, Alberto
Hurtado Cruchaga was born on 22nd, January 1901 in Chile. The death of his father when he was four
years old meant that the family – his brother and his mother – knew great
hardship with Alberto and his brother moving from relative to relative.
This experience caused his heart to want to tackle social issues. He studies labour law but rather than pursue
a career in law, he enters the Jesuit novitiate in 1925. This leads to further studies: humanities,
philosophy, theology. He obtains a
doctorate in pedagogy and psychology in 1935, two years after his ordination as
a priest.
His heart’s desire to tackle social inequality not far from
his mind, he sets up the first Hogar de Cristo (Home of Christ) shelter to take
in children in need of food and shelter.
More shelters are opened around the country and it is estimated that
between 1945 and 1951, more than 850,000 children were helped by them.
Hurtado dies in Santiago of pancreatic cancer in 1952, a
much loved man. Still popular in Chile,
his desire to treat every human being as “a human being like ourselves”
underpins the ethos of every organisation bearing his name.
Here in Wapping, JRS at the Hurtado Centre seeks to just do
that: be a refuge for our fellow human-beings fed up with the bureaucracy of
the asylum-seeking process or fed up with surviving instead of living and
fulfilling their ambitions and plans.
Every Thursday, we get together, talk, have coffee and just
be. Why don’t you join us one Thursday
morning and help keep the legacy of Alberto Hurtado alive?
The feast day of St Alberto Hurtado SJ is 18th
August. To find out more about the
Hurtado Jesuit Centre: www.hurtadocentre.org.uk
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Hot and Cold
I REMEMBER
I remember when my mother was waking me up
In the morning for bath.
In the morning for bath.
The water was so cold,
She kept saying she ain’t got moneyTo heat the water
Every drop of the water on my body
Causing drops of tears, I remember.
In the morning bathing was a hell.
7 o’clock in the morning after bath
She dressed me up and served me breakfast
The school was miles away
And I had no money to pay for my bus ticket.
In the morning walking to school was a hell.
A long sandy road in the noon
Full of hot sand, I remember.
My feet got burnt
When walking back home from school.
However the drop of rain can be heard
And puts a smile on my face as I can walk
Without feeling the heat of the sun in the noon.
DESTITUTE
Each journey entails a hundred possibilities.
I have been thinking all my life
To make my way to this land,
Many of us called the rich land.
But when I reached
This so-called rich land,
It’s like a white storm,
The whole land is so cold
As Arctic
With no home, no shelter.
These two poems by ‘Naz’ appeared in the New Londoners magazine for their Refugee Week 2013 special supplement. You can read an interview with their author and more information about the partnership between JRS-UK and English PEN charity that ran our creative writing workshops here: www.thenewlondoners.co.uk
Crossing Bridges Together
Fr Michael Pastor volunteered with JRS in the UK for six months moving on to undertake his Jesuit tertianship in Chile.
We begin accompanying from the experience of being accompanied. JRS helped me to cross the foreign language obstacle when I came to the UK. Moreover, my crossing this barrier has given me a better understanding of this experience for refugees. I took the place, several times, in the feelings that two young Moroccan guests had to feel in my own Bilbao community back in Spain.
We begin accompanying from the experience of being accompanied. JRS helped me to cross the foreign language obstacle when I came to the UK. Moreover, my crossing this barrier has given me a better understanding of this experience for refugees. I took the place, several times, in the feelings that two young Moroccan guests had to feel in my own Bilbao community back in Spain.
Then, I realised the importance of walking with someone, being present either at lunch or in the day centre, even more when visiting someone. Our presence, before doing anything, says something very important: "Here I am. We appreciate you, you are worth something".
When a refugee feels that he or she is helped and appreciated (accompanied) in our warm, friendly space at the day centre, he or she begins crossing a bridge to go into a new place. This is what JRS UK is doing in either visiting the detention centres or setting up peer support groups such as Women4Women and Men4Men. As well, this is the service they need: to share whatever they are living in their hard situation. All of us need this space to share our lives with someone who listens to us.
But the thing that has taught and touched me more is the hope and strength of human beings when we feel that we ourselves have value. At the third Men4Men meeting, I learnt that life has the strongest power if you are able to listen to and share. And of course, instead of listening to for a while in those meetings, if you offer to a refugee your home, you will feel even more this hope and strength. "At home" we accompany, serve and become advocates of them. It is worth it!!
My Journey
We have been lucky to run more creative writing workshops with
English PEN, the charity working for freedom of expression. They are very
popular with the refugees who participate in them.
Nurjahan took part and says: “I enjoy writing about my feelings and
I enjoy writing in English. I want to learn more about writing. I enjoy
listening to other people’s stories, from different countries, making new
friends, hearing their feelings about their journeys and memories. It is interesting
for me. The teacher (trainer) explaining about writing skills gives you
confidence and you also learn from others in the class about the meaning of
their poems.”
Nurjahan’s poem here is one of a few that she wrote during the
workshops. This poem is about when she was young back at home in her country.
Now when she travels around London, she remembers journeying around the
villages with her mother, and she remembers her mum and her friends.
Journey
My journey is like dark
black
My journey sounds like
easy listening
My journey feels like
dry skin
My journey smells like
flowers
My journey tastes like
coffee.
My journey, black and white; I feel, I think: when I was very
young I played with my friend and I felt like a small flower and I think to go
with my mum, somewhere; my journey is easy listening music.

