First they came for the foreign workers. And I did not speak out, because I was not a foreign worker.
What do you do, when your government is leading the march to racism and xenophobia, and to all intents and purposes, there is no opposition party?
What do you do, when you’re one of the 48% who did not vote for Brexit and no, you won’t let that go, and there’s no channel for discontent other than Facebook memes?
What do you when you’re disenfranchised by the current state of politics?
What do you do when the incumbent government repeatedly and unashamedly proves itself morally and ethically bankrupt?
What do you do when you assume, as a basically ok, ordinary person, that there’s a line that won’t be crossed, and then you watch that government, because they’re not my government and nothing they do is in my name or the name of any other basically ok, ordinary person, trample right across it without a backward glance?
There’s a school census now. Schools are identifying which children, yes, children, were born in this country. Parents of kids who were born here don’t even have to bother sending the form back.
Lists. Records. The banal evil of bureaucracy, and I mean evil because that is what it is.