Inspired by Wolanski
Thank you for screening this inspirational story.
My parents were doctors in the western suburbs of Sydney in the 1960s. Their colleagues included a dear friend, Kaz P, a doctor who was sent east by his family from Krakow in 1938 to escape the nazis. Also Con D, a lovely German who had lost a leg as a teenage soldier in the Wehrmacht in WWII. Kaz’s family back in Poland was wiped out by the nazis. He was such a smart and generous and gentle man, someone my sister and I called uncle Kaz!
But what upsets me is the way we are treating the new waves of refugees and would-be migrants to this country, from places where dreadful things are happening to people (in Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran and Sri Lanka). The things that are being said about these people. We seem to have forgotten that they are human beings. We seem to have forgotten that our wonderful country has been built with the blood, sweat and brains of successive waves of (often non-English speaking) migrants in the 20th C.
E Carr
Sydney
