In Congo, the saying goes: “When a woman is carrying a baby, it’s her baby. But when the baby is born, it’s everybody’s child.” Unfortunately, this reality only exists on a minor scale in today’s society and most likely confined to one’s inner circle; which is why this documentary was really hard to watch. The refugee crisis is closer than ever and one can only begin to imagine the tales of struggle they are going through. Although I had some sort of previous understanding of the problems faced by refugees, this documentary definitely opened my eyes to details I never might have even considered about their daily struggles.
First, I must admit that I was one of those people who thought that Canada had some sort of system put in place to take care of refugees. I was shocked and confused as to why and how could there be no such thing. In the words of Ann Woolger-Bell, “Most Canadians presume that anyone that comes into Canada asking for asylum as a refugee, that there is a system in place where they are sheltered, welcomed and assisted. There is nothing. They are numbered among the homeless!”
They are numbered among the homeless?!! This is truly heartbreaking! I mean, even from a political and economic perspective, if we don’t guide them to finding the right path now, we will have to face the consequences that surface as a result after. It’s really just delaying the problem.
Second, it was pure sadness to watch how Joyce and Sallieu, two unaccompanied minor refugees, live such lonely lives at such a young age. Even when they have tears of joy, there is really no one around to celebrate with. Although I was happy to see that they are both resilient and able to maintain an optimistic look on life, I couldn’t help but think that the hug Joyce received at church from a stranger might have been the only affection she received all year. Similarly, throughout the documentary, all Sallieu hoped for was someone to talk to and share ideas or even just a meal with. No one from his school even knew that he lived alone or had any idea of the struggles he was facing. I believe that much more support could and should have been provided to these students. In an indirect way, teachers could have also provided support by incorporating essential skills/knowledge and truly authentic tasks tailored to address their current struggles directly into their lesson plans.
Finally, Joyce and Sallieu’s view on school is that it is some sort of bridge that just needs to be crossed in order to find success and happiness. They believe that one-day everything will be ok once they have a degree because it will enable them to find a job and thus be happy. This is great and all, but in my belief, not the right approach. First, “Canada” was that bridge to happiness, and now “school” has taken on that role. By the time they started applying to college they really had no idea what it is they wanted to do. Although Salliue was interested in becoming a firefighter, I felt he chose this path only because he wasn’t really exposed to other interests at school. Instead of providing them with a platform to discover their interests and abilities, school was just something they wanted to bypass in order to find happiness.