Tonight I heard the phrase that sets me off like none other. “There’s no one to go back for.” This is the refrain I have heard from current-generational Tamils. Over and over. That they have no one, no family, no friends, no one to go back for. Because everyone has left.
“It’s so depressing.”
“It feels pointless.”
Does the Diaspora have a right to this angst? Sure. Does it have a right to become prey to these feelings? No. Take those words, those feelings and THROW THEM OUT. For those of us living outside the conflict zone, our primary responsibility is to live in unconditional hope and love for the future of our people.
It is true that many residents of the Diaspora no longer have face to face or established relations with people on the ground. It is our responsibility to seek, find, and foster those relationships. The Tamil Diaspora’s voice can only be as loud as its connection to the ground. Once that connection ends, so does any validity or merit that may be attributed to its outcry. Without a connection, we are paving a path for a future of Facebook activists.
How to find the hope? Celebrate every act of resilience. Every act of life. Even in the changing of one’s own attitude.