Thursday 11 August 2016

The world loves refugees, when they're Olympians

By Roger Cohen, Published The Straits Times, 10 Aug 2016

The world is moved by Team Refugees at the Olympics in Rio de Janeiro. They are greeted with a standing ovation at the opening ceremony. United Nations Secretary-General Ban Ki Moon, not a man given to extravagant displays of emotion, is all smiles.

United States President Barack Obama tweets support for the 10 athletes in the team who "prove that you can succeed no matter where you're from".

Ms Samantha Power, the American ambassador to the UN, posts a video on Facebook in which she speaks of the world's 65 million displaced people - the largest number since World War II - and says they "are dreaming bigger because you're doing what you're doing".

Who could fail to be moved? These are brave people. They have fled anguish in search not of a better life, but of life itself. In general, you do not choose to become a refugee because you have a choice, but because you have no choice. Like Yusra Mardini, the 18-year-old Syrian refugee from a Damascus suburb, who left a country that now exists only in name, and reached Germany only after the small boat bringing her from Turkey to Greece started taking on water in heavy seas. She and her sister Sarah dived into the water and for more than three hours pushed until it reached the island of Lesbos.

In Rio, Mardini won her heat in the 100m butterfly, but did not advance due to her inferior time. Still, hers is a remarkable achievement.

Yes, the world is moved by Team Refugees. Yet, it is unmoved by refugees.

They die at sea. They die sealed in the back of a truck. They die anonymous deaths. Fences are erected, walls mooted. Posters decry them. They represent danger and threaten disruption. They are freeloaders. They are left in festering limbo on remote Pacific islands. There is talk of a threat to "European civilisation" - read Christian Europe. There is talk of making the US great again - read making the US white again.

Rightist political parties thrive by scapegoating them. Nobody wants refugees. They could be terrorists or rapists. They sit in reception centres. The US has pledged to take in at least 10,000 Syrian refugees in the current fiscal year. In the previous four years, it had admitted about 1,900. This is a pittance. About 4.8 million Syrians have fled their country since the war began.

One Western country, Germany, has shown political courage commensurate with the challenge and thrown open its doors. Having plumbed the depths of depravity, it knows a moral imperative when it sees one.

The world loves Team Refugees - the two swimmers from Syria, the two judokas originally from the Democratic Republic of Congo, the marathoner from Ethiopia, the five runners from South Sudan. It admires Rami Anis, a Syrian swimmer now living in Belgium. His hometown is Aleppo, cravenly abandoned by the West to bombardment by Russian forces. Russia strolled into Syria when it realised, after several years of war, that the US would not lift a finger.

Yes, let's cheer the refugee team in Rio, the first of its kind, but not with empty words, and not to assuage our Syrian consciences.

They walk now under an Olympic flag. They want the flag of a homeland. Mr Thomas Bach, the president of the International Olympic Committee, said: "We want to send a message of hope for all refugees in our world."

But after the fanfare, will anyone remember?

The world is being pulled in two directions at once. The force of globalisation, of nomadic humanity, of borderless cyberspace has engendered an equally strong counterforce of nationalism, nativist politics and anti-immigrant bigotry.

The two trends are poised in a tense equilibrium.

I lived in Brazil for several years. It is a generous country. Perhaps no other nation has such a mestizo culture, such ingrained habits of mingling. It feels right that this outreach to Team Refugees should have happened in Rio, a city of miscegenation and openness.

The glorification of Team Refugees and the vilification of refugees coexist. How can they? It's the old principle: Not in my backyard.

"We are getting better and we are getting worse at the same time," Paul Auster, the novelist, told me. "And at the same speed."

I am reminded of the words of my friend Fritz Stern, the distinguished historian who died this year. "I was born into a world on the cusp of avoidable disaster."

He continued: "The fragility of freedom is the simplest and deepest lesson of my life and work."

Freedom cannot be built on exclusion and hatred. It is a universal human right. Brazil and the International Olympic Committee have given the world a glimpse of the humanity and aspirations of each refugee.

Perhaps, after all, we are getting better faster than we are getting worse, and barriers will continue to fall - but not through words alone.


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