Refugees and dead children (What are the roots of the problems and why do people care NOW?)

Our tax money kills children. Every day. You should have been upset about it already. It’s a sad fact and it’s a sad thing to say but from people fleeing countries our companies have destroyed (Africa was raped by European companies mining her resources and the World Trade Organisation setting up unfair trade regulations) to people being bombed by weapons we sold them, or by weapons we deployed (from Iraq to Afganistan to Palestine) – children are killed by our tax money. Every single day.

The only way to avoid it is to stop paying taxes, or to overthrow our governments and replace them with people who aren’t greedy and homicidal. “But that’s crazy talk.” Quit complaining then. Research and rebel – or shut up.

What are the ROOTS of the problem? In other words – Where did the refugees come from? Was the region stable before the CIA came and destabilised it? Or before the World Trade Organisation or the International Monetary Fund changed the rules? Or before western mining companies came and destroyed the local economy and/or habitat? In other words are our governments and their foreign policies directly responsible for the situations these people are fleeing? Perhaps there should be a league table of responsibility. Perhaps we are all responsible.

Just observing. Care. And hypocrisy. Not blaming anyone, just stating facts. Children die every day. I’ve watched people talk about it every day. I’ve watched people explain how our taxes kill children every day. I’ve watched those people get ignored. I’ve seen how nobody acted like they cared until photos turned up.
Maybe all humans care, maybe most humans would rather stick their head in the sand and not be forced to care. I love myself, I’m proud of myself for not waiting to see photos of dead children before I try and inform people of what’s happening in the world. Just observing and expressing myself.
I can clearly and eloquently express how our taxes have been killing children every day, with or without photos. If I had shared these a week ago I would be told to “stop ranting” and called a “conspiracy theorist”. A few photos have changed the political climate.
Just observing. Care. And hypocrisy.

Hm. It’s an observation rather than a finger-pointing blame thing. We all have the same issue of focus. We can’t focus on everything at the same time. We can’t focus on the problems and the solutions, or even different problems or different solutions at the same time. So maybe everyone does care, they just have different focus at different times. Most people were taught to focus on themselves. Perhaps I could help more people if I focussed on myself.
Maybe that is the issue here. I spend too much time trying to tell people about the roots of the problems that result in dead children washing up on the shore, I watch other activists trying to tell people about the roots of the problems that result in dead children washing up on the shore, and they are either told to shut up with their conspiracy theories by the ignorant or told “everything is perfect” by the ‘spiritual’. Until dead children wash up on the shore. Or more specifically until photos of dead children wash up on the shore. Humans are not funny, they’re strange. But I think Craig and Dar are both right, humans care, and that’s why humans need to protect their hearts from breaking. I just have empathy for those that choose to walk around with a broken heart all the time.

http://www.thedailymash.co.uk/news/international/everyone-sad-because-of-photo-of-thing-thats-been-happening-for-months-20150903101684

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