Dear friends,
We are pleased to announce the launch of Academia Josefa.
The challenge is to sustainably include the Josefa vision in the political, economic, esthetic and ethical fields of our societies.
Thus, since 2011, in break with the traditional patterns on ‘’migrants", Josefa dares to engage, question and propose a renewed way to face the challenges of migration, according to its societal vision: "All Migrants", and according to its daily experience in and around the Josefa House in Brussels city center.
Therefore, in order to let the Josefa proposal resonate in a plural way, we have invited authors to join the adventure of the Blog Academia Josefa.
In freedom and according to their own questioning about the "migratory fact", these authors are telling us, in their own language, what means to them: "All migrants, and me? ".
We would like to thank you for your kind attention and we wish you a nice discovery. Your feedback will certainly be welcome: This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. .
And, if some of you are eager to write, do not hesitate to contact us.
With our best wishes for 2019.
Sincerely.
Academia Josefa
The editorial board
So, what’s happening with the Global Compact for Migration? What’s new in regard to my "migrant" condition? Am I still seen or considered as the "other", or do you and I finally perceive ourselves as "migrants"?
At a time, in Europe, in particular, when the subject of "migration" is on every politician’s lips, and when, leading up to Morocco, the Global Compact for Migration continues its preparations, it seems that, with every passing day, "migration" is more and more "sacred"...
It's as if everybody was trying to voice their opinion on "the subject" without really getting to the heart of the issue.
Certainly, some of us, at some point in time, will experience a migration said to be "forced", an exile, in which one’s freedom will be greatly restricted; certainly, some of us seem to have or to give themselves the authority to speak about "it", but, in the end, who, better than I, can speak about my journey, about my migration?
Actually, wasn’t I born a migrant, the product of a migration which preceded me up to the day of my birth? I entered into a history of humanity where my journey and my life can only be "migration".
Therefore, to varying degrees, you, like me, are experiencing this fact, this reality of being born a migrant.
And, besides, radically, too often tragically, our migrations make our births real.
Then, without further delay, without an academic or political explanation, I will be able to be in tune with our migrant condition, yours and mine, without excessive hospitality, but simply recognising, like you, that I was born a migrant.
Gilbert
