When I was working in Israel the clever, sensitive actors around me kept asking me: ‘Is Northern Ireland with you, the same as it is with us and the Palestinians?’ Different detail, same problem, I said. ‘But you’re solving it,’ they said, ‘How do we do that?’
Well… you have to imagine having this nice house on Dizengoff Street, with your nice, quiet family of four… and there comes a day when the house next to yours is taken by a family of twenty all living at the tops of their voices and cooking differently from you and “Oych” the smells. But lovely people, very loving with each other – only loud. Can you live with that?
‘You mean Catholics and Protestants feel like that about each other?’ Pretty much, I said. And my lovely cast of actors went quiet and changed the subject.
Well… did you hear the minor celebs on the radio sounding off about the poor migrants, this morning? ‘They’re people, not insects!! We must help.’
But I didn’t hear any of them say I’ve got this spare room in my house and I’m making it available to – who? One of ‘those’ people.
Has any of my readers a spare room they’d like to offer to help someone from Afghanistan; or Syria? Do e-mail if you have.
If you just think India… if you just look at the 200 million very poorest in that sub-continent… They’d be so much better off if they could get themselves over to London. Wouldn’t they?