As many others before him, my dad came to this country from Cyprus when he was 15-years-old, with just the clothes he stood up in. It was 1958 and he was fleeing a volatile situation on the Island and landed in London not really having a next step planned. Since then he's made his way, been married three times, led a full life and watched his island from his not so new home.
It's not often I feel uncomfortable in London. Being a white person that speaks fairly standard English, it's rare that I feel the stare of others on my skin, hear the whispered judgements of others as I walk past. As a woman, I've been subjected to my fair share of unwanted attention, especially when running, but in an unfortunate way, that's something I've become accustomed to.
If policymakers are serious about resolving the crisis in Calais, they need to take immediate steps to fix this broken system. It has become clear that no progress will be made until funds are invested in educating and empowering the camp's residents, rather than continuing to segregate and dehumanise them.