A ladybird just catapulted onto my desk, on it’s back, spinning around on it’s red shell, wings flailing- I know how it feels… but as I type it has righted itself, buzzed around my face a bit and is now walking across the screen- a little survivor. I didn’t think, three years ago, that I would be writing a blog about children who are getting needlessly burnt because of poverty and the inequality in the world. I should be writing my cancer blog, but I’m still alive and that’s good enough for me on that score. I’m alive because I’ve been lucky so far and, despite the current political climate where the world and its’ citizens are overburdened with problems, I live in a place where there is access..to everything really.
There has been another fire, in the past few days, at Joe Slovo Squatter camp and the devastation is current. Bronwen told me ” the cause was probably an illegal electrical connection because if you are not an electrician, you don’t know how to connect safely. And you shouldn’t. But hey surprise, poor people want electricity too” I’ve ducked and dived under the endless wires connecting the shacks and seen electric bulbs hanging precariously from corrugated metal roofs. The wires exposed in the rain and connecting double and triple adaptors to appliances, used by old and young.
Bronwen, of course, was right there when she was needed, gathering volunteers and provisions and making their way to the camp despite a dodgy car. She told me that about 260 people lost everything; shoes, clothes, identity documents, school uniform, books, mattresses, blankets, pillows, pots, pans, mementoes, photographs, phones, food, toiletries- everything you would have in a home- a small home. The charity have given what they can, including 12 of their own duvets which means come winter, in June/ July when they need two duvets, the kids at the charity will be cold. But they don’t need things- they need money.
I have so many photographs from my last trip that show the children who live at the camp (many attending the Children of fire literacy class on Sunday mornings) fooling around, vying for a photograph, eager to demonstrate their new literacy skills, and to take their books home to show their families- normal kids eager for normal attention. The adults who have kept it together are proud of what they have, even tiny shacks with basic amenities- their homes. They wanted me to take photographs of their living space.
I’ve stayed with and worked with the children who have been burned because of squatter camp fires. Despite huge prejudice, constant stares, and at times abandonment because of their disfigurements, they are positive because of their contact with the Children of Fire staff. They are survivors, teens and toddlers; incorrigible dandelions at times and flailing ladybirds at others but overall amazing kids. Many volunteer with the charity when they get older, to educate against fire hazards and teach the young children reading skills. They value human rights because they have seen the worst.
This blog post is a call for action under a cloud of charity overload, exhausted empathy and far too much need out there- but what’s the alternative? Blogging in a safe and warm house in London, I’m too scared to ask if Prudence is ok.
If you would like to donate, the best place at the moment is on Bart’s page. He is running a marathon for the charity- take a look at his page. For Brits the government reimburses the tax component and so the charity get an extra 25%- thanks for listening.