This is a one-off posting in support of the Brain Family who came to live in the Scottish Highlands from Australia under a Visa scheme which was rescinded after they had packed up their home and left to come to the UK, but before they arrived. They now face summary deportation.
They are doubtless one of many families and individuals facing deportation after coming to the UK in good faith either to study or to work legally. More information can be found on a Facebook page dedicated to their plight.
If you feel that the UK Government’s attitude to immigration is unfair, or if you simply feel that this particular case is unjust, please share this poem by Stuart A. Paterson on Facebook. Feel free to Tweet it using the hashtag
POEM FOR LACHLAN BRAIN
Stuart A. Paterson
Lachlan is 7, doesn’t understand
devolved affairs, which state departments,
offices, responsibilities are where.
But he knows those funny looking
place names on the road signs,
knows Inbhir Pheofharain like the back
of his confident young hand
& understands that things are tough,
that there’s something going on
& that it’s happening in accents formed
by mouths on TV screens which show
unsubtitled programmes from the south.
Though south is Inverness & concepts
like Australia, Britain, Holyrood are alien
to a boy whose map is made of language,
sound & whether Dotaman is any good
today. His heart’s not in the Highlands
but in certainty & trust; a life left
undevolved among the very worst of us.