I am making this as a personal statement and NOT as a representative of Hellenion — who I am also a member of — and I want to make this very clear because at this point, I am a former member of Hellenion’s Boule.
Over the past year, I have been watching with increasing horror and disgust as the GOVERNMENT of the country I live in — the United States — has been holding migrant refugees who are seeking asylum in our country (asylum was considered sacred in Hellenic polytheism in ancient times) in what fits the DICTIONARY DEFINITION of Concentration Camps. Per Merriam-Webster — a Concentration Camp is: a place where large numbers of people (such as prisoners of war, political prisoners, refugees, or the members of an ethnic or religious minority) are detained or confined under armed guard —used especially in reference to camps created by the Nazis in World War II for the internment and persecution of Jews and other prisoners. (emphasis mine).
Before you limit your use to JUST the camps created by the Nazis, remember the camps the United States had the Japanese in during World War Two also fit this definition AND that the first use of the term was in 1897. This makes what is coming out due to witness testimony, photographic and video evidence all the more disturbing to me simply because what is going on in the United States — in 2019 with its xenophobic callousness towards the inhabitants that sometimes even denies them hygienic tools such as soap and tooth brushes — more closely resembles what the Germans did to the Jews and Romany in the 1930s-1940’s than what the United States did in that time to the Japanese.
Our country’s ideals are better expressed by the poem written by Emma Lazarus to raise money for the Statue of Liberty titled “The New Colossus”
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
This poem expresses much of the essence of Hestia Prytania as it was the City Hearth in ancient times where people seeking asylum would go in front of the governing body of the polis to present their case. What the United States government is doing now is an ABOMINATION in my eyes as a devotee of the Daughters of Khronos.
I execrate the people who put this policy in place — in the name of Hera Hyperkheiria whose Hand protects those who seek to bring their families out of places of poverty and threat of death at the hands of gangs
I execrate the people who put this policy in place — in the name of Demeter Megala Mêter and Thesmophoros, Great Mother and Bringer of Laws who defied the Lord of the Underworld on behalf of her daughter the way the refugees defy the terrain on behalf of their families
I execrate the people who put this policy in place — in the name of Hestia Prytania whose civic hearth in ancient times welcomed refugees and asylum seekers and who inspired the poet for Liberty Enlightening the World
May the Erinyes hound the people who put this policy in place, may they have no solace either here or beyond the Styx until this injustice is remedied.
Yes, I typically am not so vehement, but what the government of the nation I am a citizen of is doing is REPREHENSIBLE AND DEPRAVED. I would be no better if I stayed silent — and by my silence indicated either fear or assent.