To say that migration is a human right sounds like a tautology, given the facts: the world is multicultural, and multiracial (for those who hold to the concept of race). Yet more and more, human rights advocates find themselves in the urgent need to repeat that evidence enshrined in the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.
We know that people did not wait for an article to be printed in legislation before they began to exercise their right to migrate, for it is natural for people to move, to change places, to seek the best, to depart.
When people leave, they know that they are heading for a place where they will find other people like themselves, people who are certainly different in a thousand ways, perhaps by the language they speak, perhaps by the skin colour, perhaps by their eating habits, perhaps by a hundred other cultural superficialities.
But a person who decides to migrate does not dwell on these considerations because they are, after all, only constructs. He knows that he is going to his fellow human beings, people who, like him, are children of this planet earth that is home to all humanity.
A planet is narrowed down to continents, that is narrowed down to countries, is narrowed down to nations, and is ultimately narrowed down to the people who form these nations.
The person who migrates is a piece of these nations that he takes with him wherever he goes, and once he decides to settle in each point of our planet earth, he settles there with his piece of nation and tries to merge it with the thousands of other pieces of nations that he will have found in his new host land. From that moment on, his original language, skin colour, eating habits and hundreds of other cultural superficialities are put to the test as he must adapt in his new environment. His cultural background will now be grounded here, he tells himself, and he will have to immerse himself in the local culture.
But he is not the only one who must go through the adaptation school. The thousands of bits of nations in his new home will have their part to play in making the fusion perfect, for as long as the bits of nations do not join, an atmosphere of imperfection will be the dominant force.
All these bits of nations now living next to each other will have to meet, exchange, connect, talk, discover, appreciate, and love each other, all for their own sake, for they are destined to grow together, to drive out the risk of chaos and collective failure.
