Friday 27th of December 2024

a mote in our eye .....

a mote in our eye .....

 

‘….. and the remaining population were loaded on to ships, allowed to take only one suitcase. They left behind their homes and furniture, and their lives. On one journey in rough seas, the copra company's horses occupied the deck, while women and children were forced to sleep on a cargo of bird fertilizer.

Arriving in the Seychelles, they were marched up the hill to a prison where they were held until they were transported to Mauritius. There, they were dumped on the docks.

In the first months of their exile, as they fought to survive, suicides and child deaths were common. Lizette lost two children. "The doctor said he cannot treat sadness," she recalls. Rita Bancoult, now 79, lost two daughters and a son; she told me that when her husband was told the family could never return home, he suffered a stroke and died.

Unemployment, drugs and prostitution, all of which had been alien to their society, ravaged them.

Only after more than a decade did they receive any compensation from the British government: less than £3,000 each, which did not cover their debts.’

Paradise Cleansed