Confession: how I became complicit in anti-immigrant policy
Last night I thought I was going to see a play – Incoming/Exodus. But as I was ushered in with the rest of the ‘audience’ I became aware that we were taking up the roles of immigration officers whose task was to decide who to invite (and who to deny) into our Republic of Southwark.
Welcome to immersive theatre.
In front of us were the CVs of 4 applicants and we had to choose only 2. Listed were their qualifications, skills and health needs. Also on the table were various budgets – health, education, social services, local economy; but the most ominous was the the ring fenced one for security which was as big as all the others put together. It began to dawn on some of us around the table that perhaps we weren’t in such an enlightened society as we were told.
