Our news is full of stories of despair; of exhausted, bedraggled refugees fleeing from one hopeless situation, only to be met by different desperate circumstances in the next.
On the one hand, I am pleased these stories are being told. I am pleased New Zealanders are being made aware of the level of need that is out there. I am pleased that our government has been moved to take some action. I am pleased that people realise that this is a story that must not be ignored.
But I worry a little that when we look at the pictures of those exhausted parents and children huddled with their few meagre possessions, we see a group that is nothing like us - we see "refugees". We look at them and we make assumptions about their lives based on the way they are being forced to live right now.
I have worked with former refugees for over two decades and at the AUT Centre for Refugee Education for almost 14 years. I know that in some ways, the people who come through this Centre are not "nothing like us" but in many, many ways "just like us".
I always remember the words of a young Rwandan girl who said, "You don't start off being a refugee, and if you're lucky, you don't end up as one".