Let me introduce you to a few of the people likened to “cockroaches” by The Sun columnist Katie Hopkins on Saturday. One is a boy who fled for a new life after witnessing 25 beheadings. Others are orphans from civil wars. Children who have literally nothing left.
Personally, I can’t help but think of the refugees I met in the Zaatari refugee camp on the Syrian border two years ago. These were people who had lives that most Britons would recognise until President Assad barrel-bombed their home towns. They went to school, had friends round to dinner, watched premiership football on TV. In Zaatari they were safe but living in the most basic of circumstances. Unlike refugees of yesteryear, however, they nearly all had internet-enabled