Last night I watched a BBC
production called Oranges and Sunshine.
The story horrified me. From the end of the World War II to the early 1970s,
the British government forcibly relocated British children who had been placed
in a children’s home and sent them around the world to Australia, Canada, New
Zealand and the former Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe.
When the parents in England returned
to the children’s home to retrieve their youngsters, they were told that they
had been adopted by a good family in England. The children who were sent to
Australia had been told that their mother or father had died and they were
going to live the good life, filled with oranges and sunshine and a perfect
family in Australia.
Instead, some of the
children were sent to orphanages usually run by Roman Catholic brothers in
Western Australia or Queensland, where they were abused and forced to work in
the worst possible conditions.
Losing their mother and identity
had a terrible affect on the children, which they carry to this day. The most poignant
stories were about the victims seeking the love they lost and holding memories
of their mother.
In the latest news, there is
concern about the rise in child sex trafficking. Barnardo's, a child charity, said
that a quarter of the 1,452 victims it had recorded had been trafficked for sex
within the country. There is an alarming rise in the number of children being
moved around the country by abusers.
The Home Office said significant progress was being made
implementing an action plan to tackle the problem. A Home Office spokesman said: "Child
trafficking and child sexual exploitation are both abhorrent forms of child
abuse and the UK government is committed to combating this crime in all its
forms."
How can adults exploit children
this way? And how can we, as a society, eradicate the warped outlook and
tendencies in these criminals? I don't know the answer. Were the perps. born that
way or did they develop their penchant as they matured? With both the exploited
and exploiters on the increase, humanity is heading for a catastrophe.
I could cry for the children. With
these life experiences, they can't dance with joy. I dread to think how the loss of love from their mother will affect
them.
