Source Material
Migrant Voices, script excerpt
Unit 1 Azzad's Story
SCENE TITLE
Asylum Seekers Behind the Headlines
Iraqi Kurds in Salford
Rhythm establishes on bass and guitar Rap [c sharp]
Images: Newspaper front page Azzad on theme of beating
All: Whats it all about
Whats it all about
MV Video 1 Ali:
About 8 people jumped on me from the back they started hitting me. One of my mates called my Dad, he came out and they jumped on my Dad as well. They started hitting him with bottles on his head, kicking him, punching him
image of face
CD:
There's a guy on his knees down on the ground
Gang of kids round him bottles reign down
Is it something he did something he said
They hit him so hard they must want him dead
Trouble on the street trouble in the air
Trouble in the home trouble everywhere
Dog eat dog that's what they say
Don't look back walk the other way
chorus
Video Azzad speaks in Kurdish
Interpreter [v/o]:
I've only seen a fight like this in Britain . They wouldn't do that in Iraq , without reason - just jump on you and hit you like they want to kill you. We are Iraqi, Iranian, English but we're all the same. Why are we hitting each other without any reason? We're all human.
Open Borders song (from Wild Geese)
Travelling north in search of freedom
Down dusty roads and motorways
Only the roaring diesel engine
Comforts the lonely emigre
Over cool mountains, burning deserts
Flying past forests, fields of corn
Onwards we go, lost in the darkness
Travelling north from dawn to dawn
Chorus:
Tear down the walls, no detention
Unbolt the locks, no prison chains
Cut through the wires, open borders
Fling back the doors, let freedom reign.
Here in the dark we dream of sunlight
And cool riverbanks where small fish glide
We yearn for the scent of sweet magnolia
And garlands of stars in the Eastern sky.
We come here to work and sell our labour
We offer the skills of our hands and our brains
Farmers, doctors, students, teachers
Hoping to breathe the free air again.
Chorus:
We are 'the poor huddled masses'
Driven to exile on your shores
Leaving our families far behind us
Fleeing famine, oppression and war
Millions have walked this way before us
With holes in their shoes, hope in their hearts
From the ghettoes of Warsaw to Sarajevo
They ask for a chance to make a new start.
Chorus
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