Drama Script - Refugee Boy Flashcards
Yes of course … sometimes I talk to you like you are a grown man yourself.
I am older, I am grown.
I have been to the London office of the EAST African Solidarity Trust … They let the murderers and the criminals stay but not us. I’m sorry. Line
Dad, is everything okay?
Since last I saw you a lot has happened. A lot has changed. We have anothermeeting with The Refugee Council to discuss the appeal.
We are going to have campaign, Father. They are rallying support now. I think my school are behind it. My friend is. His name is Mastapha. They’ll organise a live concert for us and raising money. I even hear that the local politicians are going to get behind us. They are making leaflets and there is one rastaman. You know about rasta, father. There is even one rastaman who is going to read poetry for us. They are all supporting us so that we will be able to stay.
No no Alem … We cannot afford to draw attention to ourselves.
Jah knows what will happen to us if we get sent back? It is our rights. Our human rights, Dad. Sometimes these judges and Adjudicator people they don’t listen. The judge doesn’t now anything about Ethiopia or eritrea. He didn’t even know when our christmas was. He didn’t even know when our Christmas was, Dad! How can he know our case?
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Jah knows!!! … Where is this ‘Dad’?
Father
No campaigning, Alem. Not here.
So we must go home to Ethipia to live in fear.
We must go home if we are told … his descision on the basis of fact and truth.
What do they know … Father? We must campaign.
No. We must lay low and go to appeal.
But read the newspapers, Da … Father. Look they hate us here.
No campaign … No more politics.
Everything is politics, father. You know this. We are here because of politics. The judge is here because of politics. We are being sent home because of politics.
No! Do you hear me? No!
We are here because someone stood up for what they believed in.
No! No!
We are hear because Mother was a fighter and would not stay quiet. We are hear because of Mother and you want to turn away, she wants you to continue, to fight and you want to turn away from her.
Get out. Get out of my house!
It’s not your house. It’s not your house! It is not your country!
The room swoons, spins, and sways … And where once the solid ground we’re drowned in Ravine.
Falling between adult and teen, nightmare and dream. Father, why do you forsake me, break me, love and hate me? Am I not born, torn, cut from the cloth of your fate.
Ohhhhh … take it back and take me instead.
How did she die?
