By FIGEN ÇAKIR
Immigration has become top of the agenda for many nations. In news from the UK I sense growing indignation, issues and arguments. Initially, I’m sad the face of Britain is changing. Then suddenly it hits me. What am I, then?
Does my excuse of “love-destiny-job-retirement” make me more worthy of taking up space elsewhere than desperate people seeking refuge and a future?
The deeper I dig the more I realize few can actually insist they’re not immigrants. Who really comes from a static line of ancestry? Who hasn’t a family legend about discovery, journey, persecution or war?
So if we embark on global citizenship or retire to warm tax-free climes why get so righteous about immigration at home? Are we simply intimidated by the numbers?
Once we become expats do we earn a badge of tolerance toward other cultures — all of a sudden?
Clearly not. Some expats carry their own culture on their backs, throwing it down where they stop and getting indignant with ‘the locals’ when they don’t absorb it. Some refuse to speak the local lingo.
Why are expats living for decades in a completely different culture while still retaining their racial and cultural disdain? Isn’t the world supposed to thrive and be more beautiful in it’s diversity than in it’s uniformity?
Can we accept each geography for what it gives us, rather than what we bring to it?
British-born interior designer Figen Çakır has her own design label, where for the last four years she has been combining Turkish raw fibers and ancient arts with innovative ideas to create functional products for fiber artists.