Like many people in Scotland, I’ve been moved by the story of Precious and Florence Mhango. Anne McLaughlin MSP sums it up when she says,
“Could you stand to hold your child knowing that it may be the last time and that soon you may be left with only memories and the living nightmare of not knowing where they are or what is happening to them? This is what Florence Mhango is facing.”
Those words were still in my mind when I read the letter from Lord Tebbit in the current edition of Total Politics magazine. Here is his letter in full.
“I was disappointed, but not surprised that in his “Letter of the Month”, Mr Ellis, the director of policy and development at the Refugee Council, got away once again with recycling the myth that anyone, adult or child, is held against their will (or that of their guardian) in immigration detention centres”.
“As former Home Office Minister, Admiral Lord West, confirmed to me in the House of Lords, all those currently receiving free board and lodging in those centres are free to leave at will. They are not, however, free to enter the United Kingdom until their claims to be entitled to do so have been investigated and found to be valid. It is their choice, not a decision by the United Kingdom authorities, that they continue to stay in these centres”.
Oh, well done, Lord Tebbit. Trebles all round, as Private Eye would say. Not only have you managed to insinuate that detention centres are just cosy B&Bs for Johnny Foreigner, you’ve also managed to make very clear your petty resentment at the paltry sums being spent on their “free board and lodging”, without actually spelling it out.
Well, I’m sure all those being held in such detention centres – sorry, voluntary places of residence – will be delighted to know that they can just stroll out of the front door any time they choose.
Except they can’t, can they Lord Tebbit? Because they are not free to enter the UK, and, oops, turns out the UK is the country that’s outside the front door of the detention centre! What Lord Tebbit means is that they are free to go home, any time they choose, and if they insist on being so awkward as to not want to go back to a place where they may be raped, murdered, tortured or abused, and to exercise their legal right to seek asylum, well, that’s their own silly fault, isn’t it?
There is a vigil being held for Florence and Precious Mhango on Monday 19th July, at 5.30 at the top of Buchanan Street in Glasgow. I wasn’t going to go. I was feeling cynical and hopeless, and couldn’t see that it would make any difference.
Now that I’ve read that repulsive letter, I’ve changed my mind. It has shown me what happens if you indulge your cynicism: you turn into a bitter, pitiful, horrible old man who gets his kicks from twisting words to make helpless, frightened people out as lucky old loafers, and resents spending any money at all on trying to stop terrible and utterly predictable things from happening to fathers, mothers, sons and daughters from places that are not really all that far away.
I’ll be at the vigil on Monday. I don’t know if it will make any difference to Florence and Precious Mhango: I hope it will. But even if it doesn’t, even if we fail, each and every person there can at least show that they are not like Lord Tebbit, who looks at lonely, fearful people and only sees pounds, pennies and a chance to sneer.