2016 Will not End When 2016 Ends
I fear that this year has been not an aberration but is a preview of things to come. This year has been characterized by rising xenophobia and anti-Islamic sentiments across the globe, catalyzed in large part by Syrian refugees.
To use a rare Biblical parody, it feels like the developed world is saying loudly “there is no room in the inn” and slamming doors. Simultaneously, we are ignoring a growing global climate crisis that will lead to a hundred times the refugees we are seeing from Syria. Resources will be stretched far more thin by this, and I believe it’s unavoidable – the time to act was 20 years ago.
Recently in a story, I imagined this trend of climate refugees to be met with relative compassion and little disagreement, but I am afraid that 2016 has taught me that was overly optimistic. When people are afraid, they cling even harder to what they have, it seems. They demand an exile of the Others. Climate refugees won’t be met with friendliness. Communities will not open themselves willingly to those who flee coastal flooding. They will close ranks and refuse them…that is what it seems to me now.
2016 has been a lesson for me in what’s most likely to come. I don’t want to witness it. But I know I will, and worse yet, so will my son.
Prove me wrong, world. Show that we can overcome differences and take care of one another. Show me that 2016 is a blip, a bump.
Show me. I’m waiting.