Oh FGS...
Another assassination attempt on Donald Trump
All work and too much play but it feels good!
In recent years, the world has witnessed a refugee crisis that has forced more than a million men, women and children to flee the brutal violence in their own countries. Yet despite the life-threatening situations they face, these refugees (including children) have often been met with a degree of suspicion and fear in the nations they have escaped to.
Author Barbara Fox, whose own mother was evacuated from inner-city Newcastle as a child, wonders what the difference between Britain's long-ago children and today's refugees is?
Are today's refugees really any different?
When I read a headline recently about the outrage of a 'picturesque' village to which 70 'child migrants' were to be sent, I was reminded of another time in our history when places in the countryside were obliged to welcome strangers into their midst.
Back in 1940 when she was six years old, my mother, Gwenda, and her older brother, Doug, were among the hundreds of thousands of children who left their inner-city homes and were evacuated to the countryside to escape the German bombs.
Gwenda's main memory of her journey from Newcastle to the Lake District centres round the banana she was given to eat by her mother – the last she was to see for several years. A teacher ordered the children to sit on their bags, and consequently, when Gwenda came to unpack later, she found squashed banana over all her belongings.
On arrival in the pretty village of Bampton they were lined up in the church hall while the villagers came to choose who they wanted. Yes, it does seem unbelievable that that was how the evacuees were billeted to their families! You might imagine that Gwenda and Doug – clean, nicely dressed children - would have been snapped up first (they would surely be the refugees that no one would protest about today!). But actually, that was not the case. Gwenda was the youngest child there as she was tagging along with Doug and his class of nine-year-olds - their mother had insisted that the pair should not be separated. Consequently, the locals were expecting older children, and someone of Gwenda's size probably didn't look very useful in this farming community.
Were these home-grown children that our rural communities welcomed back then really so different from the oft-maligned refugee children today?
Gwenda and Doug were the only children left when the wife of the village headmaster arrived. As the mother of two sons, she had to be persuaded to take a girl. However, she relented, and so the children went home with her. They would spend three happy years living in the schoolhouse and Gwenda would keep in touch with the couple she called 'Aunty' and 'Uncle' for the rest of their lives.
The following year, in more desperate circumstances, Bampton opened its doors to another influx of children, this time from the shipbuilding town of Barrow-in-Furness.
Undoubtedly thousands of lives were saved by this evacuation of the nation's children, and indeed, Gwenda and Doug's own street in Newcastle was bombed.
Britain also welcomed refugees from Europe, including thousands of Jewish children who might otherwise have perished.
Were these home-grown children that our rural communities welcomed back then really so different from the oft-maligned refugee children today? I would go so far as to say that the inner-city children who turned up in Bampton were often just as alien to their rural hosts as the foreign newcomers seem to be to the 'picturesque' village dwellers. But equally, both could teach something to the other.
Those harking back to 'when Britain was great' perhaps forget that it was also characterised by our opening our doors to those in need.
When the War Is Over by Barbara Fox, the story of Gwenda’s wartime evacuation, is published by Sphere and is available from Amazon.
By Barbara Fox
Twitter: @Gransnet
Oh FGS...
Elegran has only said what needs to be said.
For too long have threads been dominated in this way, and quite genuine and compassionate posters made to feel like fools, or exploding with fury.
I quite like "The Lady of the Links". Live and let live.
Live and let live is not her policy though! 
Very willing to live and let live, Beammeup, and I have stated very clearly my admiration for dj's efforts for social equality and her other aims. But it has to be a two-way contract, with others being allowed to live and speak too. A conversation dominated by one voice is not a conversation at all.
Hectoring is not one of my strong points, but I will defend any whose mild utterances are treated as an entry into the fray and replied to vehemently.
As ever, Elegran says it all.
As far as I can see looking back through the posts it is the people who are convinced that the male refugees are mostly economic migrants who have posted the most condemnatory, dismissive and sometimes insulting messages on this thread. Those like dj who are concerned about this mostly stick to presenting arguments, until they are personally attacked. Perhaps Elegran's admiration for dj is not as real as she likes to pretend. I certainly don't count that many posts from her so as to make this A conversation dominated by one voice
DJ it's not that we don't want to hear the other side put, and even put passionately, but at the same time .......
................. well perhaps you can fill in the blanks yourself?
No I can't Anya.
dj has put her point vociferously but has not called people names or denigrated their views as some sort of collective opinion.
e.g."The vociferous Socialists ( a gentle, kindly bunch!) on Gransnet are busy shooting down ANY viewpoint that doesn't coincide with their own."
To my mind that isn't making any sort of an argument just trying to insult others.
Perhaps the people posting about how others should behave in Aleppo would like to explain what they would do in similar circumstances, I have said I would tell my family to go, the young travel faster and easier.
You use the term 'vociferous' and that is an extremely accurate description of those who hold strong beliefs. Comes from the Latin vox meaning voice if I remember correctly. And it's certainly a loud vocal characteristic of the political orator or indeed the hellfire and damnation preacher.
It's not a matter of calling people names, as that would probably lead to the deletion of a post. No, it is exactly the strident, vociferous and often overbearing certainty of being right, while everybody else is wrong. Does nothing to get others to understand your point of view so is really counterproductive.
And dismissing others' posts as 'stupid thinking' and similar comments doesn't really aid constructive discussion.
Once again picking holes not making any cohesive argument or point of view. In my experience this usually indicates someone who knows thry are wrong but doesn't want to admit it. If you disagree just explain to me how your bahaviour would differ from those you label as 'economic migrants" or "less brave".
I didn't label anyone as such.
Neither did I.
And are you still beating your husband - come on, yes or no, admit it !!! What, no answer? That is a sign of someone who knows they are wrong.
Hectoring? Moi? No, but I am taking lessons.


In a great many Muslim countries, women of any age are at risk if there isn't a male around to protect them or even to go and get essential supplies. Whilst it may have been the best thing for some young men to leave their families for different reasons, it does beg the question of why so very very many left.That's all.It could have just been up for debate trisher without all the lectures.
In other words, it's not a question of who is right or wrong or taking the moral high ground.
I didn't label anybody either.
I have seen a few young men interviewed and they have all said that when ISIS or whoever came to their towns the young men were made to join them or they were shot - in some families I believe several men suffered that fate. If you heard they were coming and did not want to join them what would you do? You can understand their mothers telling them to go and the men young enough to do so going.
The situation is dreadful - difficult for everyone.
I have no doubt that fear of ISIS did play a part, but there are many places where it never made any inroads but the rebels (to Assad) were in control.Or, in fact, where people loyal to Assad were in charge.I think the whole scene is far more complicated than any of us here realise.
And hear we have two different view points expressed, presented calmly and being discussed rationally.
Hear? Here!!
Yup, if one was in a civil war and some very nasty men with guns was heading my way, would I say "son/grandson, you must stay here and protect me, even if you are likely to be shot/forced to join ISIS (or the Taliban)" or would i say "get the hell out of here lad and I'll take my chances". I hope it would be the latter.
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