A Reflection: Journeying with migrants <br>and refugees

The God
of the Tent  vs.  The God of the Empire


By Sr. Maureen Catabian RGS

(A Reflection on my experiences as
part of the Ecumenical Church Delegation attending the Conference on “Churches
Witnessing with Migrants” and the Third International Assembly of Migrants and
Refugees (IAMR3)
in Mexico from  November 6 -12, 2010.
The
Ecumenical Church Delegation was organized by the National Council of Churches
in the Philippines (NCCP) in partnership with Migrante International.)


It was my longest journey so far. Manila. Doha. Madrid.
Mexico.
 And vice versa.  Twenty-eight hours of travel by plane and
crossing borders of three continents-   Asia, Europe, the Americas.  In transit in Qatar and Spain, I experienced
being an undocumented migrant for at least 8 hours in Madrid. In my desire to be in solidarity
with the struggles and hopes of migrants and refugees, I opted to become a
migrant myself  crossing borders , in
transit and undocumented .


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Philippines and Mexico share a common heart and
history.  Our countries were colonized by
Spain et. al. We have celebrated and are celebrating the Centennial of Revolution
against our colonizers- 1998 in Philippines (1898) and 2010 in Mexico (1910).   We are two of the biggest
sending countries of migrant workers in the world (3rd and 4th  to China and India).
We are populated by majority of devout Catholics and venerate with great love
and devotion the Our Lady of Guadalupe , our Patroness.   Both have recently become hosts to the Global
Forum on Migration and Development (GFMD) 2008 and 2010 respectively.

In Mexico, while  in solidarity with the migrants and refugees
from various parts of the globe, I met the God of the Tent.  A tent is a collapsible shelter of material
stretched and supported by poles. It connotes movement. A journey in transition.
Temporary and open to unforeseen events and changes.  Resilient and flexible.  It is a refuge of welcome and rest in a
perilous and uncertain journey.

I listened with the God of the Tent
as I opened my heart, my eyes and ears and  heard the stories and cries  of
migrants and refugees being discriminated upon, exploited, made invisible and
abused in host countries, often “disappeared” and massacred in borders.

I mourned and rejoiced with the God
of the Tent as I encountered and embraced Honduran mothers seeking and finding
lost sons and daughters of 20 years ago- who have disappeared in the borders of
Mexico- migrating in search of a more livable life and a better future.

I protested with the God of the
Tent as I marched the streets of Mexico City converging at the Benito Juarez Monument in front of the Department of International Relations to denounce the
illegitimate GFMD  as it claims to
represent the voices of migrants – without the migrants  but instead represented by big corporations
and financial institutions benefitting from remittances.

I questioned the God of the Tent
as we united our demands with protesting teachers and academics clamoring for
an increase in budget for education from the Mexican government.

I was awed with the God of the
Tent as I witnessed the enduring spirit of the “ex-Braceros” who in their old
age marched in solidarity with us to bring to the consciousness of the Mexican
government their demand for justice from the slavery and torture they went
through when they were exported  to work
for US masters during World War II and onwards , claiming  just compensation for the toil and  to demand benefits for themselves and their
kin.

I was nourished by the God of the
Tent as I shared meals with migrants and refugees , slept in their home,  listened to their prophetic voices  and  dreams  and celebrated their songs of hope and
struggle.

I gained wisdom with the God of
the Tent as we engaged in conversation, in  dialogue with each others’ cultures and
socio-political histories, learning from the struggles and experiences of other
migrant peoples from other continents of the world.

I witnessed compassion with the God
of the Tent as I became one with the migrants’ experience of loneliness and being
uprooted,  in isolation and suffering
from cultural alienation in a foreign land where they had hoped and dreamt
of  building  a better life.

I loved the God of the Tent.

I also met  the god of the Empire.

Propped by mammon  and corporate greed.  It connotes a Fortress.  Symbolizing  grandeur and entrenchment.

With tightly guarded borders
controlled and secured by armed military because of the need to protect
“property”. It doublespeaks about welfare and rights and alleging concern for
the well-being of exploited migrant labor in the global community.  But in real would only want to maximize
(manage) workers’ remittances which amount to billions of dollars for profit
and personal gain.  It actually exploits
“migration” as a tool for development

I have seen the god of the Empire
from a distance.  It glitters in elegance
but refuses to allow people to come near it lest its security be jeopardized.

The god of the Empire  is  deaf
and mute to the protests and clamors for justice by migrants, immigrants and
refugees and not keen authentic in reducing or even  addressing the social costs of migration.

I denounce the gods of the Empire.  I reject  the gods of neoliberal globalization. 

United and never defeated
-migrants and refugees from around the world  speak  out – “For many years, they have talked about us, but now we shall speak
for ourselves!”
“While they discuss how to exploit us, they silence us
and they shut us out. We say to them: as long as the GFMD exists we will come
back year after year to continue our fight for migrant rights.”

I proclaim the God of the Tent as
it announces  “ liberation of the
oppressed and criticizing cultic observance without social justice”.  It demands “to break unjust fetters and undo
the thongs of yoke, to let the oppressed go free and break every yoke,  to share your bread with the hungry, and
shelter the homeless poor, to clothe the person you see naked and not turn from
your kin” (Isaiah58).

Jesus said: “Break down this
temple of stone and I will raise it up in three days”.  The Pharisees were angered because their
ancestors have built this temple for thousands of years.  And for this – they crucified him.

In Mexico,  in solidarity with migrants and refugees,  we denounced the gods of the Empire and
reject the gods of imperialist globalization.   We  witness and proclaim the God of the Tent , the
God of modern day prophets, the God of the migrants and refugees!

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Written
by: Sr. Maureen Catabian, RGS- Philippines

Good
Shepherd Asia-Pacific Justice and Peace Network
(GS APJP Network)                            
November 23, 2010