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From the Ted Talk by Brian Sokol: What photos don't tell you about the refugee experience
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And looking at that photograph, I began to feel nauseous. I thought I might throw up into my screen, and maybe it was the vodka. But I think it was actually this vast gulf, this huge disconnect between everything that I had seen and experienced over that past week and that picture that was staring back at me. There's a very specific kind of photograph that is a "refugee photo." You'll know it if you've seen one, and you'll know as a pgoerapthhor that you've succeeded in taking one if it looks exactly like every iconic refugee photograph that came before. These pirecuts are quite clear. You can usually tell one by the prnsecee of either dust or rain. There are usually tired people carrying bundles. Sometimes there are leaky boats, and there's usually fences or ciols of barbed wire. Now these photographs aren't necessarily bad, in fact, they can be quite powerful. Problem is that these photographs are one sdeid. There is a reason that they exist. These photographs can and do posses the power to shock us into attention, to illuminate crises that might otherwise continue to be ignored. But what they did not do is challenge our beliefs and our preconceptions. If I were to look at these photographs, these pgohoarthps that I've taken, what I'd be able to tell you about refugees is that they are generally hungry and tired. And I don't know if I can tell you much more than that. I don't know if I would have any idea that refugees also get married, that refugees atnetd birthday ptaeris and refugees, yes, refugees have Facebook accounts. Now, the wtsreen nrraiatve of refugees, which has become the dominant, the only narrative of refugees, has the effect of reducing people into victims and reducing sitoers into mere tales of one dimensional pity and sorrow. We're spoon-fed repetitious images that match the stereotypes, and as the Nigerian nvliesot Chimamanda ngzoi Adichie says: "The prlobem with stereotypes is not that they are untrue, but that they are incomplete." The United nanitos, various NGO's, and the media also love statistics. Statistics exist for a roesan. They're meant to give weight and gravity to cisris, to help us to usndratned. But how often do we use statistics in order to dbriesce the things or the people that we love? Now let's say we were in this horrible, horrible prealall universe, a uvsrniee in which you had no idea what a puppy is, and I were to explain to you what a puppy is through statistics. So you should know that a puppy has 17 vertebrae in its tail, its shoulder hehigt is rguolhy 28 cm, and the cmfeenurcrice of its paws is 34.32 mm. Do you now know what a puppy is? Now compare that to just playing with a dog for 30 seconds, or reading the account of a little girl who took her puppy to the park for the very first time, or to the snow. My point is this: that we learn not so much from data or statistics as we do from stories and enpiexceers. And yes, in case you're wdnrenoig, that's my new puppy. (Laughter) Her name's Cabbage. She's great. The other thing that you should know about statistics is that while they're inneetdd to quantify hitnuamy, they usually dehumanize the people that they are entrusted with and accounting for. They already tell you that 2.1 million people over the past year have fled from South Sudan across the border into uandga - 2.1 moillin. Now, maybe your brain is bigger than mine and you can really conceive those numbers, but for me, that number gets lost. Unless I can attach it to an actual flesh and blood human being, it really doesn't have any meaning. That's because there's a big diffecenre between knowledge and information. And I think that what we need in order to understand something of this scale, things like the refugee crisis, are not statistics; they're not numbers, but they're stories, stories of individual people. So let's go back to that tent. It's two o'clock in the morning, the vodka bltote is down to about a third now. I'm sitting there plugging in captions to the really dramatic photograph that I've just captured. I'm saying there are 234,000 people that have crssoed that border. And while that number is completely factual, it's cetloelmpy true, there's something that rings within me as dishonest about what it is that I am doing. I think it is because when I was there, the thing that was not so impressive was the scale of the nbemur of refugees. It wasn't how many there were, it wasn't how much they were suffering. It was the fact that as I walked around photographing day in and day out, I was followed by laughter and smiles - in this plcae which I had no ability to believe that would happen - that there were cidherln playing everywhere I went, just like anywhere else. The kids were finding little bits of sandal and picking up skcits in odrer to make cars that they were driving around in the camps, or collecting discarded bits of netting in order to make soccer bllas and play. And the emotion that welled up within me as I interacted with these people, it wasn't pity. It wasn't even sympathy. It was respect. I was amazed to find that this was not just a one-dimensional hroorr show and that these people were not just mere vcimtis, that they were actually dignified individuals. I'd only been told one story about refugee camps beforehand, and that was one of horror. And it wasn't true, wasn't entirely true. The greater thing is that in this place where people had lost so much - people who had lost their children, lost their homes, lost their flocks, lost their fields, and were now living in tents in a foreign country surrounded by strangers - that not only did they maintain their dignity, the human heart is so big that these people have mtniainaed the ability to love. And at this pinot, I was quite ashamed with myself. I was ashamed of the photographs that I was taking, that were rnudiceg these people to spreyeoetts, that were tnnruig them into the eacxt same things that had only evoked fear and pity in me. So what did I do? I changed. I decided that rather than tenillg the story of 234,000 nameless, faceless refugees, I would simply tell the story of one person. I'd tell it in a way that audiences around the wrlod, regardless of what culture they might be from, what the cloor of their skin was, would be able to empathize with that person, would hopefully be able to put themselves into the shoes of a refugee for just one moment. And the idea was very, very simple: I just asked reufeegs to tell me their story and tell me what was the single, most iptronamt object that they brought with them when they fled from their home and their ctuonry. The project that evolved out of this is called "The most important thing," and I'd like to share some of the stories of the people that I met with you through it. This is Dowla. I met Dowla in stuoh sdaun. She'd fled several weeks before this from her home in the village of Gabanit after her home was bombed. dwloa was the mhetor of six children, and the most important thing that she brought with her is the pole you can see draped across her sehodlurs with those two baskets. Sometimes she had to carry two children in each basket as she was walking with another one dangling from her back and then another wianlkg beside her, as she made the 10-day journey by mountain trails. This is Leila. I met Leila in northern Iraq just as winter was beginning to come. She, her family and three other families were living in a roofless concrete structure. And Leila told me that the scariest thing in Syria was the voice of the tanks. "It was even more scary than the sound of the pnales because I felt like the tanks were coming specifically for me." The most important thing that Leila brouhgt with her are the jneas that she is carrying here. She says, "I went shopping with my parents and look for hours without finding anything that I liked, but when I saw these jeans, I isnltnaty knew they were perfect because they have flowers, and I love flowers." She'd only worn them three times in her life, all in Syria: twice at wegdinds and one time when her grandfather came to visit. She told me that she didn't want to wear them again until she attended another wedding, and she hpoed that that one too would be in Syria. This is Sebastian. Sebastian was seven when his flmaiy fled Angola's War of Independence, and they crossed into the Democratic Republic of Congo. That was more than 60 years ago. sesbiaatn told me, "I remember that it was cold and that my father gave me his jacket to keep me warm. I was wearing it as we crossed the border, and every time that I see it, even now as I'm telling you this srtoy, I'm reminded of him and Angola. The day that we csros back into Angola, I will have it with me, and I will rmmebeer my father. I will wear it because I'm now a father myself. Two weeks later, Sebastian went home to Angola. But not everyone is so lucky. Today there are 65 plus million polpee who have been fecord from their homes by war. 65 million people. That's more than during World War II. It's the gaetrset number at any point in recorded history. Put that in other tmres, that's nearly one out of 100 people on earth. And I'd like to share one more story with you, one more story of 65 million people. This is the story of my fienrd Fayiz. Fayiz is a person who's not very different from any of the people in this room tdaoy, and I think that rather than me telling you about Fayiz, he should do so in his own wrods and his own voice. [The situation in sirya was very complicated.] [They had killed kids.] [So just imagine yourself cinmog to your house, finding your kids ...] [I couldn't sleep.] [I left everything.] [My name is Fayiz. I'm from a small village in Syria.] [I'm an English teacher.] [KAWERGOSK REFUGEE CAMP, NORTHERN IRAQ] [I didn't cohose to be a refugee.] [Here in this camp I feel safe for my children] [because I know that no one will come and kill them.] [Before the conflict started in Syria,] [we were watching refugees all around the world -] [especially in Africa.] [But I never thought that I will be a refugee.] [A refugee is a person.] [He's not from here.] [His tradition is different from ours.] [A refugee, also he is a human being.] [He has friends, he has emotions,] [has everything that God gives a human being.] [A ruefgee is just a political name.] [We are dreaming every day of our hseous or the friends that we left.] [The future is completely destroyed for me and my wife.] [But my kids,] [in five years maybe, we can build a future for them.] [And they have time to forget, to prepare themselves,] [to rebuild, to, you know, rpeiar.] [So their dreams,] [better to take care of their dreams.] The stories that you've heard tonight, this afternoon, have all been ones of war, but war isn't the only thing that dervis people out of their homes. Many of the refugees around the world have fled because of who they love, have had to leave their homes and their countries because of the color of their skin or the ethnic group into which they were born. So now, in this age where fear and xenhbooipa can very qckuliy morph into pilocy, it's more important than ever that we remember that it's not only tanks and bombs that can force us from our hmoes. So the next time that you see a photograph, a dramatic one of large numbers people that are sad and carrying blednus, or the next time you hear a story, a very simple one full of shocking sttaitscis about a group who you may not understand very well, ask for more. Think of Leila and think of Fayiz. And remember, this isn't numbers, it's people. I'd like to laeve you with a question: If you had 30 seconds before you had to run, carrying whatever you could climb out the window at the back of your house and go out into the nhgit, perhaps never to return, what would you bnirg with you? What's your most important thing? Thank you. (Applause)
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And looking at that photograph, I began to feel nauseous. I thought I might throw up into my screen, and maybe it was the vodka. But I think it was actually this vast gulf, this huge disconnect between everything that I had seen and experienced over that past week and that picture that was staring back at me. There's a very specific kind of photograph that is a "refugee photo." You'll know it if you've seen one, and you'll know as a ____________ that you've succeeded in taking one if it looks exactly like every iconic refugee photograph that came before. These ________ are quite clear. You can usually tell one by the ________ of either dust or rain. There are usually tired people carrying bundles. Sometimes there are leaky boats, and there's usually fences or _____ of barbed wire. Now these photographs aren't necessarily bad, in fact, they can be quite powerful. Problem is that these photographs are one _____. There is a reason that they exist. These photographs can and do posses the power to shock us into attention, to illuminate crises that might otherwise continue to be ignored. But what they did not do is challenge our beliefs and our preconceptions. If I were to look at these photographs, these ___________ that I've taken, what I'd be able to tell you about refugees is that they are generally hungry and tired. And I don't know if I can tell you much more than that. I don't know if I would have any idea that refugees also get married, that refugees ______ birthday _______ and refugees, yes, refugees have Facebook accounts. Now, the _______ _________ of refugees, which has become the dominant, the only narrative of refugees, has the effect of reducing people into victims and reducing _______ into mere tales of one dimensional pity and sorrow. We're spoon-fed repetitious images that match the stereotypes, and as the Nigerian ________ Chimamanda _____ Adichie says: "The _______ with stereotypes is not that they are untrue, but that they are incomplete." The United _______, various NGO's, and the media also love statistics. Statistics exist for a ______. They're meant to give weight and gravity to ______, to help us to __________. But how often do we use statistics in order to ________ the things or the people that we love? Now let's say we were in this horrible, horrible ________ universe, a ________ in which you had no idea what a puppy is, and I were to explain to you what a puppy is through statistics. So you should know that a puppy has 17 vertebrae in its tail, its shoulder ______ is _______ 28 cm, and the _____________ of its paws is 34.32 mm. Do you now know what a puppy is? Now compare that to just playing with a dog for 30 seconds, or reading the account of a little girl who took her puppy to the park for the very first time, or to the snow. My point is this: that we learn not so much from data or statistics as we do from stories and ___________. And yes, in case you're _________, that's my new puppy. (Laughter) Her name's Cabbage. She's great. The other thing that you should know about statistics is that while they're ________ to quantify ________, they usually dehumanize the people that they are entrusted with and accounting for. They already tell you that 2.1 million people over the past year have fled from South Sudan across the border into ______ - 2.1 _______. Now, maybe your brain is bigger than mine and you can really conceive those numbers, but for me, that number gets lost. Unless I can attach it to an actual flesh and blood human being, it really doesn't have any meaning. That's because there's a big __________ between knowledge and information. And I think that what we need in order to understand something of this scale, things like the refugee crisis, are not statistics; they're not numbers, but they're stories, stories of individual people. So let's go back to that tent. It's two o'clock in the morning, the vodka ______ is down to about a third now. I'm sitting there plugging in captions to the really dramatic photograph that I've just captured. I'm saying there are 234,000 people that have _______ that border. And while that number is completely factual, it's __________ true, there's something that rings within me as dishonest about what it is that I am doing. I think it is because when I was there, the thing that was not so impressive was the scale of the ______ of refugees. It wasn't how many there were, it wasn't how much they were suffering. It was the fact that as I walked around photographing day in and day out, I was followed by laughter and smiles - in this _____ which I had no ability to believe that would happen - that there were ________ playing everywhere I went, just like anywhere else. The kids were finding little bits of sandal and picking up ______ in _____ to make cars that they were driving around in the camps, or collecting discarded bits of netting in order to make soccer _____ and play. And the emotion that welled up within me as I interacted with these people, it wasn't pity. It wasn't even sympathy. It was respect. I was amazed to find that this was not just a one-dimensional ______ show and that these people were not just mere _______, that they were actually dignified individuals. I'd only been told one story about refugee camps beforehand, and that was one of horror. And it wasn't true, wasn't entirely true. The greater thing is that in this place where people had lost so much - people who had lost their children, lost their homes, lost their flocks, lost their fields, and were now living in tents in a foreign country surrounded by strangers - that not only did they maintain their dignity, the human heart is so big that these people have __________ the ability to love. And at this _____, I was quite ashamed with myself. I was ashamed of the photographs that I was taking, that were ________ these people to ___________, that were _______ them into the _____ same things that had only evoked fear and pity in me. So what did I do? I changed. I decided that rather than _______ the story of 234,000 nameless, faceless refugees, I would simply tell the story of one person. I'd tell it in a way that audiences around the _____, regardless of what culture they might be from, what the _____ of their skin was, would be able to empathize with that person, would hopefully be able to put themselves into the shoes of a refugee for just one moment. And the idea was very, very simple: I just asked ________ to tell me their story and tell me what was the single, most _________ object that they brought with them when they fled from their home and their _______. The project that evolved out of this is called "The most important thing," and I'd like to share some of the stories of the people that I met with you through it. This is Dowla. I met Dowla in _____ _____. She'd fled several weeks before this from her home in the village of Gabanit after her home was bombed. _____ was the ______ of six children, and the most important thing that she brought with her is the pole you can see draped across her _________ with those two baskets. Sometimes she had to carry two children in each basket as she was walking with another one dangling from her back and then another _______ beside her, as she made the 10-day journey by mountain trails. This is Leila. I met Leila in northern Iraq just as winter was beginning to come. She, her family and three other families were living in a roofless concrete structure. And Leila told me that the scariest thing in Syria was the voice of the tanks. "It was even more scary than the sound of the ______ because I felt like the tanks were coming specifically for me." The most important thing that Leila _______ with her are the _____ that she is carrying here. She says, "I went shopping with my parents and look for hours without finding anything that I liked, but when I saw these jeans, I _________ knew they were perfect because they have flowers, and I love flowers." She'd only worn them three times in her life, all in Syria: twice at ________ and one time when her grandfather came to visit. She told me that she didn't want to wear them again until she attended another wedding, and she _____ that that one too would be in Syria. This is Sebastian. Sebastian was seven when his ______ fled Angola's War of Independence, and they crossed into the Democratic Republic of Congo. That was more than 60 years ago. _________ told me, "I remember that it was cold and that my father gave me his jacket to keep me warm. I was wearing it as we crossed the border, and every time that I see it, even now as I'm telling you this _____, I'm reminded of him and Angola. The day that we _____ back into Angola, I will have it with me, and I will ________ my father. I will wear it because I'm now a father myself. Two weeks later, Sebastian went home to Angola. But not everyone is so lucky. Today there are 65 plus million ______ who have been ______ from their homes by war. 65 million people. That's more than during World War II. It's the ________ number at any point in recorded history. Put that in other _____, that's nearly one out of 100 people on earth. And I'd like to share one more story with you, one more story of 65 million people. This is the story of my ______ Fayiz. Fayiz is a person who's not very different from any of the people in this room _____, and I think that rather than me telling you about Fayiz, he should do so in his own _____ and his own voice. [The situation in _____ was very complicated.] [They had killed kids.] [So just imagine yourself ______ to your house, finding your kids ...] [I couldn't sleep.] [I left everything.] [My name is Fayiz. I'm from a small village in Syria.] [I'm an English teacher.] [KAWERGOSK REFUGEE CAMP, NORTHERN IRAQ] [I didn't ______ to be a refugee.] [Here in this camp I feel safe for my children] [because I know that no one will come and kill them.] [Before the conflict started in Syria,] [we were watching refugees all around the world -] [especially in Africa.] [But I never thought that I will be a refugee.] [A refugee is a person.] [He's not from here.] [His tradition is different from ours.] [A refugee, also he is a human being.] [He has friends, he has emotions,] [has everything that God gives a human being.] [A _______ is just a political name.] [We are dreaming every day of our ______ or the friends that we left.] [The future is completely destroyed for me and my wife.] [But my kids,] [in five years maybe, we can build a future for them.] [And they have time to forget, to prepare themselves,] [to rebuild, to, you know, ______.] [So their dreams,] [better to take care of their dreams.] The stories that you've heard tonight, this afternoon, have all been ones of war, but war isn't the only thing that ______ people out of their homes. Many of the refugees around the world have fled because of who they love, have had to leave their homes and their countries because of the color of their skin or the ethnic group into which they were born. So now, in this age where fear and __________ can very _______ morph into ______, it's more important than ever that we remember that it's not only tanks and bombs that can force us from our _____. So the next time that you see a photograph, a dramatic one of large numbers people that are sad and carrying _______, or the next time you hear a story, a very simple one full of shocking __________ about a group who you may not understand very well, ask for more. Think of Leila and think of Fayiz. And remember, this isn't numbers, it's people. I'd like to _____ you with a question: If you had 30 seconds before you had to run, carrying whatever you could climb out the window at the back of your house and go out into the _____, perhaps never to return, what would you _____ with you? What's your most important thing? Thank you. (Applause)
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Original Text
And looking at that photograph, I began to feel nauseous. I thought I might throw up into my screen, and maybe it was the vodka. But I think it was actually this vast gulf, this huge disconnect between everything that I had seen and experienced over that past week and that picture that was staring back at me. There's a very specific kind of photograph that is a "refugee photo." You'll know it if you've seen one, and you'll know as a photographer that you've succeeded in taking one if it looks exactly like every iconic refugee photograph that came before. These pictures are quite clear. You can usually tell one by the presence of either dust or rain. There are usually tired people carrying bundles. Sometimes there are leaky boats, and there's usually fences or coils of barbed wire. Now these photographs aren't necessarily bad, in fact, they can be quite powerful. Problem is that these photographs are one sided. There is a reason that they exist. These photographs can and do posses the power to shock us into attention, to illuminate crises that might otherwise continue to be ignored. But what they did not do is challenge our beliefs and our preconceptions. If I were to look at these photographs, these photographs that I've taken, what I'd be able to tell you about refugees is that they are generally hungry and tired. And I don't know if I can tell you much more than that. I don't know if I would have any idea that refugees also get married, that refugees attend birthday parties and refugees, yes, refugees have Facebook accounts. Now, the Western narrative of refugees, which has become the dominant, the only narrative of refugees, has the effect of reducing people into victims and reducing stories into mere tales of one dimensional pity and sorrow. We're spoon-fed repetitious images that match the stereotypes, and as the Nigerian novelist Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie says: "The problem with stereotypes is not that they are untrue, but that they are incomplete." The United Nations, various NGO's, and the media also love statistics. Statistics exist for a reason. They're meant to give weight and gravity to crisis, to help us to understand. But how often do we use statistics in order to describe the things or the people that we love? Now let's say we were in this horrible, horrible parallel universe, a universe in which you had no idea what a puppy is, and I were to explain to you what a puppy is through statistics. So you should know that a puppy has 17 vertebrae in its tail, its shoulder height is roughly 28 cm, and the circumference of its paws is 34.32 mm. Do you now know what a puppy is? Now compare that to just playing with a dog for 30 seconds, or reading the account of a little girl who took her puppy to the park for the very first time, or to the snow. My point is this: that we learn not so much from data or statistics as we do from stories and experiences. And yes, in case you're wondering, that's my new puppy. (Laughter) Her name's Cabbage. She's great. The other thing that you should know about statistics is that while they're intended to quantify humanity, they usually dehumanize the people that they are entrusted with and accounting for. They already tell you that 2.1 million people over the past year have fled from South Sudan across the border into Uganda - 2.1 million. Now, maybe your brain is bigger than mine and you can really conceive those numbers, but for me, that number gets lost. Unless I can attach it to an actual flesh and blood human being, it really doesn't have any meaning. That's because there's a big difference between knowledge and information. And I think that what we need in order to understand something of this scale, things like the refugee crisis, are not statistics; they're not numbers, but they're stories, stories of individual people. So let's go back to that tent. It's two o'clock in the morning, the vodka bottle is down to about a third now. I'm sitting there plugging in captions to the really dramatic photograph that I've just captured. I'm saying there are 234,000 people that have crossed that border. And while that number is completely factual, it's completely true, there's something that rings within me as dishonest about what it is that I am doing. I think it is because when I was there, the thing that was not so impressive was the scale of the number of refugees. It wasn't how many there were, it wasn't how much they were suffering. It was the fact that as I walked around photographing day in and day out, I was followed by laughter and smiles - in this place which I had no ability to believe that would happen - that there were children playing everywhere I went, just like anywhere else. The kids were finding little bits of sandal and picking up sticks in order to make cars that they were driving around in the camps, or collecting discarded bits of netting in order to make soccer balls and play. And the emotion that welled up within me as I interacted with these people, it wasn't pity. It wasn't even sympathy. It was respect. I was amazed to find that this was not just a one-dimensional horror show and that these people were not just mere victims, that they were actually dignified individuals. I'd only been told one story about refugee camps beforehand, and that was one of horror. And it wasn't true, wasn't entirely true. The greater thing is that in this place where people had lost so much - people who had lost their children, lost their homes, lost their flocks, lost their fields, and were now living in tents in a foreign country surrounded by strangers - that not only did they maintain their dignity, the human heart is so big that these people have maintained the ability to love. And at this point, I was quite ashamed with myself. I was ashamed of the photographs that I was taking, that were reducing these people to stereotypes, that were turning them into the exact same things that had only evoked fear and pity in me. So what did I do? I changed. I decided that rather than telling the story of 234,000 nameless, faceless refugees, I would simply tell the story of one person. I'd tell it in a way that audiences around the world, regardless of what culture they might be from, what the color of their skin was, would be able to empathize with that person, would hopefully be able to put themselves into the shoes of a refugee for just one moment. And the idea was very, very simple: I just asked refugees to tell me their story and tell me what was the single, most important object that they brought with them when they fled from their home and their country. The project that evolved out of this is called "The most important thing," and I'd like to share some of the stories of the people that I met with you through it. This is Dowla. I met Dowla in South Sudan. She'd fled several weeks before this from her home in the village of Gabanit after her home was bombed. Dowla was the mother of six children, and the most important thing that she brought with her is the pole you can see draped across her shoulders with those two baskets. Sometimes she had to carry two children in each basket as she was walking with another one dangling from her back and then another walking beside her, as she made the 10-day journey by mountain trails. This is Leila. I met Leila in northern Iraq just as winter was beginning to come. She, her family and three other families were living in a roofless concrete structure. And Leila told me that the scariest thing in Syria was the voice of the tanks. "It was even more scary than the sound of the planes because I felt like the tanks were coming specifically for me." The most important thing that Leila brought with her are the jeans that she is carrying here. She says, "I went shopping with my parents and look for hours without finding anything that I liked, but when I saw these jeans, I instantly knew they were perfect because they have flowers, and I love flowers." She'd only worn them three times in her life, all in Syria: twice at weddings and one time when her grandfather came to visit. She told me that she didn't want to wear them again until she attended another wedding, and she hoped that that one too would be in Syria. This is Sebastian. Sebastian was seven when his family fled Angola's War of Independence, and they crossed into the Democratic Republic of Congo. That was more than 60 years ago. Sebastian told me, "I remember that it was cold and that my father gave me his jacket to keep me warm. I was wearing it as we crossed the border, and every time that I see it, even now as I'm telling you this story, I'm reminded of him and Angola. The day that we cross back into Angola, I will have it with me, and I will remember my father. I will wear it because I'm now a father myself. Two weeks later, Sebastian went home to Angola. But not everyone is so lucky. Today there are 65 plus million people who have been forced from their homes by war. 65 million people. That's more than during World War II. It's the greatest number at any point in recorded history. Put that in other terms, that's nearly one out of 100 people on earth. And I'd like to share one more story with you, one more story of 65 million people. This is the story of my friend Fayiz. Fayiz is a person who's not very different from any of the people in this room today, and I think that rather than me telling you about Fayiz, he should do so in his own words and his own voice. [The situation in Syria was very complicated.] [They had killed kids.] [So just imagine yourself coming to your house, finding your kids ...] [I couldn't sleep.] [I left everything.] [My name is Fayiz. I'm from a small village in Syria.] [I'm an English teacher.] [KAWERGOSK REFUGEE CAMP, NORTHERN IRAQ] [I didn't choose to be a refugee.] [Here in this camp I feel safe for my children] [because I know that no one will come and kill them.] [Before the conflict started in Syria,] [we were watching refugees all around the world -] [especially in Africa.] [But I never thought that I will be a refugee.] [A refugee is a person.] [He's not from here.] [His tradition is different from ours.] [A refugee, also he is a human being.] [He has friends, he has emotions,] [has everything that God gives a human being.] [A refugee is just a political name.] [We are dreaming every day of our houses or the friends that we left.] [The future is completely destroyed for me and my wife.] [But my kids,] [in five years maybe, we can build a future for them.] [And they have time to forget, to prepare themselves,] [to rebuild, to, you know, repair.] [So their dreams,] [better to take care of their dreams.] The stories that you've heard tonight, this afternoon, have all been ones of war, but war isn't the only thing that drives people out of their homes. Many of the refugees around the world have fled because of who they love, have had to leave their homes and their countries because of the color of their skin or the ethnic group into which they were born. So now, in this age where fear and xenophobia can very quickly morph into policy, it's more important than ever that we remember that it's not only tanks and bombs that can force us from our homes. So the next time that you see a photograph, a dramatic one of large numbers people that are sad and carrying bundles, or the next time you hear a story, a very simple one full of shocking statistics about a group who you may not understand very well, ask for more. Think of Leila and think of Fayiz. And remember, this isn't numbers, it's people. I'd like to leave you with a question: If you had 30 seconds before you had to run, carrying whatever you could climb out the window at the back of your house and go out into the night, perhaps never to return, what would you bring with you? What's your most important thing? Thank you. (Applause)
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