Picked from the desert, I’m gazing at the tiny pieces of Jeans. These are what’s left of real lives. They had hopes and dreams of better and safer futures. (Virginia Wenzel)
There is a wealth of heartbreak at The Migrant Quilt Project, but it’s heartbreak all should feel. No one should be able to turn a cold heart and hateful mind to the mute witness of so much death.
jazzlet says
Ooof, that hits you in the heart.
Caine says
Yeah, it does.
Raucous Indignation says
Unknown, unknown, unknown, unknown … all the unknown were living people with hopes, and dreams and fear …
Caine says
Yes. All the quilts contain an overwhelming amount of unknowns, including infants and small children. Their loved ones will never know.
Raucous Indignation says
Died in the desert. Denied the dignity of comfort and family at their passing … unless their family died with them … I have no words …
rq says
“Unknown”. Yes, that one really sticks in the heart. No names, no faces… I hope each of them had somebody to love them, while they still lived.
Raucous Indignation says
I’m leaving a damaged, possibly doomed ecosystem and a corrupt soulless and profoundly unfair republic to my children and heirs. And everyone else too. Again, no words.