For the first time in my life, in recent months I started feeling unsettled hearing some of the conversations around remigration. As I listened, I couldn’t help but think of what my family experienced in Uganda during the time of Idi Amin.
My grandparents, my mum and her siblings were all born and raised in Uganda. They worked hard, made friends and contributed to the communities they loved. Yet there was a growing fear that Asians were not integrating, that they were taking over the economy, and then the inevitable happened when they were given 90 days to leave everything.
As I’ve listened to some of the rhetoric in our media and public conversations recently, I’ve found myself wondering whether some of it sounds uncomfortably familiar. I have been asking myself: “Are we not just seeing waves of history repeating itself? Have we not learned anything from the past? Have we not grown in more love and compassion as human beings?”
