I wasn’t sure how I felt when I initially saw the image. Horrific as it was, his little body in a position of sleep, he was, after all, just one of thousands whom the world had turned their back on. Then it kept appearing pixelated, as if that could remove the horror of it; as if, somehow, that vain attempt to take away his identity could make it OK.
Then something wonderful happened. He became much more than a statistic. He became a symbol, more powerful than he could ever have been in life, crying out for justice, change and the political landscape seemed to shift, if only for a moment. Perhaps, just perhaps, his tragic death can become a catalyst of socio-political change.
Little Aylan Kurdi should remain in our hearts, and in our prayers; not only for him, but for all Syrians, all refugees, all peoples whose plight is so often ignored by a world in which that terror, that drive to find safety in a strange land, cannot even be imagined.
Then Nicola Sturgeon turned him into a beating stick for political point scoring (https://www.facebook.com/allan.pringle/posts/10153007836332687) and suddenly I found a deep, deep, vein of absolute abhorrence which just won’t go away… How can these people sleep at night?
I shall pray for Aylan tonight, as I have prayed for all the unknown victims of this crisis since it first started way back in 2011. Tonight, however, I feel hope that maybe now, something could actually change…