Behind Closed Doors: They Will Not Break Us

 

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Today I feel profoundly sad.

 

Sad that I’m seeing such terrible acts on the news, sad that my life is suddenly shrouded in this horrible cloak of hatred.

 

Sad that my friends have lost loved ones in the terror attacks in the U.K. and abroad and sad that it has divided people.

 

Sad that my nieces and nephews grow up in a world that knows this fear.

 

Sad that my friends have stopped their teenagers going to concerts when my mum’s only worry was that I’d return slightly drunk, a hippy and with multicoloured hair (which I did, but it dyed more of her bathroom grout than actually made an impact on me) when other mothers now have to worry about their children being shot.

 

Sad that I hear comments in my place of work like “why don’t they just go home” from seemingly intelligent people where I just want to say “what, to Manchester?” while the amazingly kind-hearted Muslim girl that sits next to me shifts in her seat.

 

I could let this break me, we could all let this break us. But the fact is the extremists will not make us scared, they will force us together. They will pull us into a united front and make us stand against this hidden enemy.

 

In an unknown world with political turmoil, we are British, we are multicultural and I am proud to be a member of this society.

 

They will not break us. This is the nation where a guy gripped onto his pint running away from a terror attack. We are known for our solidarity. We are known for our stiff upper lip. You will not beat us!

 

Now… who’s for a cuppa?

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  1. Rach B
    Posted June 7, 2017 at 2:50 pm | Permalink

    ME! Raising my hand, I’ll have a cuppa.

    I have friends that live in big cities that have to pull every ounce of their strength together to go to their jobs. I have friends that look at my rural lifestyle and think how lucky I am that I don’t need to worry about this happening close by – when in reality I live 10 minutes from Dunblane where a man entered a school and children didn’t come home that day. My colleague, who was in that Dunblane school on that day, questions how I’ll ever be brave enough to let my children leave the house without me. To be honest, some days I don’t know, but in general I’m aware that I cannot control the acts of other human beings on a daily basis, even when I’m driving my children in the car. The chances of a horrible thing happening are still very low and we must carry on and we must not live in fear. I will shelter my children from the atrocities of this world for as long as I possibly can and after that I will teach them to be brave and answer their questions as best I can.

  2. Katie
    Posted June 8, 2017 at 9:25 pm | Permalink

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