Attitudes to migration depend on
where you are: those who emigrate are admired, they are heroes. “Look at him,
venturing into the unknown to improve the lot of his family. Isn’t he brave” we
say.
“Bloody immigrants, coming here
taking our jobs!” we say about those coming the other way!
This Blog is supposed to be about
folk music and storytelling but at the moment it is being driven by politics
and world events! But, I’ve always said that one of the things I like about
traditional songs and stories is that they remain relevant and that is why I am
writing this post.
Percy Castle left |
In 1912 my grandfather, Percy
Castle, left England to find, what… his fortune? adventure? success? He worked
a one-way trip to Australia as a ship’s steward on the SS Norseman - “a cattle
boat fitted with cabins”. In Australia he found work in a factory. To his
surprise his girlfriend followed him on the next ship, although that wasn’t
part of their plan, and they married the day after she landed. Their eldest
child was born in Australia but they all returned less than 2 years later
because WW1 broke out. I don’t know whether they would have stayed otherwise?
Were they emigrants or just temporary economic migrants? Life was probably much
better in Australia. In England Percy had been working as a house painter and
lodging with an aunt. I featured Percy and Hilda in
this video/slide show which I posted last year.
Now I’m leaving old England, the land that I love
And I’m bound far across the sea.
Oh I’m bound for Australia, the land of the free,
Oh I’m bound for Australia, the land of the free,
Where there’ll be a welcome for me.
CHORUS:
So fill up your glasses and drink
what you please
For no matter the damage I’ll
pay;
Be easy and free when you’re
drinking with me
I’m the man you don’t meet every
day...
Now I’ve worked hard in Australia for thirty long years
And today, sure, I’m homeward bound
With a nice little fortune to call my own
So it’s home on a steamboat I’m bound.
Whatever his long term plans
Percy was seeking opportunity. When I thought of writing this I wanted to quote
from the story about ‘the streets being paved with gold’ but I cannot find one.
It’s an image everyone knows but there doesn’t seem to be one definite source
for the idea. It’s vague and true, a bit like the grass is always greener...
Perhaps Dick Whittington comes close. He believed it and became a hero, someone
to be emulated.
We’ve always admired poor people
who go off and seek their fortune and are successful. Without that idea there
would be very few folk tales! We even admire people who fail but have, at
least, tried. Think of all the men who went to America or Australia in search
of a better life: the 49-ers, the £10 Poms...
People have always moved.
Throughout history there have been mass migrations of people into other lands.
We are all immigrants. Everybody
in the world apart from those in sub-Saharan Africa, are descended from a small
group of people who left Africa and managed to survive in an empty world. Can
you get braver (or more desperate) than that?
Much of Western civilisation is
built on the Judeo-Christian philosophy of a people who set off from Ur,
wandered through the desert and, when they saw a land flowing with milk and
honey, took it by force, claiming that they were promised it by their god!
Britain was empty at the end of
the Ice Age and was settled by various waves of immigrants. Over the millennia
peoples came and went. We British have always been split. We talk grandly of
how welcoming we are, how charitable, how ‘Christian’ but we are also narrow
minded, xenophobic and keen to keep our little island ‘pure’.
Other countries are the
same—think of the recent Balkan wars when people who, to us, seem identical
killed each other for reasons rooted in distant history. Think of Northern
Ireland in the 60s. The USA cannot come to terms with its racial mix. A possibly
apocryphal story from Australia says that when a Minister made a speech about
repatriating all the immigrants an Aboriginal leader asked ‘When are you
leaving?’
Desmond Tutu puts it beautifully:
“When the white missionaries came to Africa they had the Bible and we had the
land. They said 'Let us pray'. We closed our eyes. When we opened them we had
the Bible and they had the land.”
Today the vast numbers of people
moving around the world—all over it, although we tend to only look at our very
tiny local part—is probably unprecedented and is causing problems in many
places. Australia has resorted to strong-arm tactics; Lebanon is sinking under
the weight of Syrian refugees; the boat loads crossing the Mediterranean to
Greece and Italy are putting overwhelming problems on their already weak
economies; those coming overland through Turkey and the Balkans have caused
Hungary to build a ‘wall’; even Germany, which takes more immigrants than any
other country in Europe, is feeling the strain; and we, in Britain, are feeling
threatened by the thousands trying to ‘swarm’ (David Cameron’s word not mine!)
through the Channel Tunnel. (3000 plus in Calais: 400,000 per year into
Germany!) It all seems an insurmountable problem, at least in the short run.
Meanwhile we squabble about numbers and quotas and quibble about whether they
are asylum seekers, economic migrants or just people like my grandfather,
trying to better themselves. Does it matter? They are men, women and children
who are willing to risk terrible dangers and hardships to find a better life. I
think we’ve got to accept that a lot of the troubles they are escaping from are
of our making, whether it was in the way we colonised their countries in the
18th century, divided up the world by drawing arbitrary lines on maps in the
19th, or interfered in the politics of their countries in the past couple of
decades.
Look up some of the traditional
songs about emigrating, there are lots of them, particularly from Ireland. It
might be relevant to sing one next time you go to the folk club!
Here are a few to get you
started. They’re not necessarily great and there could be better versions...
The Rambling Irishman: De Daanan
with Delores Keane
Cara Dillon, Emigrant’s Farewell
Pete Seeger, Deportees (written
by Woody Guthrie)
I might write
on a related topic next time, it depends on whether it works out. Keep your
eyes open. Please have a look back at previous posts too and comment if you
feel like it.
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