Last night as I lay in the bed of my childhood days, happy to be back to the place I will always call home, I slept contentedly. I had travelled to be with my Mum and family as we remembered my Dad who passed away in 1987 on October 9th.
Little did I know that only a few miles from my home a family were about to be wiped out and the lives of a community ripped apart. For as I slept a fire broke out and ten members of two families lost their lives. They were living on an official travellers halting site, in two prefabricated buildings.
Tonight as I try, and fail, to comprehend the enormity of losing a mother, father and their five children, as well as three others, I am trying to unsee the horrific, anti traveller comments I read online this afternoon. Having seen them I wonder at the rights and wrongs of free speech. I wonder at the parents who raised such adults and I wonder at the country we have become.
I can’t change those sick individuals, but I can say that I believe we are all born equal, no better or worse than anyone else. Hopefully over the next few days and weeks many more in my community will show they agree with me; that they really are not racist, without adding but’….
My condolences to all those affected by last nights fire, for you I have no words, because sometimes there just aren’t any.