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When I was 4 years old, I lived in a small mining town, just above Princeton BC, called Copper Mountain. It's a huge open pit mine now.
This was in the early fifties and you had to see the overt racism/religious conflicts to believe it. Almost as bad as the Middle East and almost as nonsensical.
The mine was in desperate need of miners. They arranged for a group of "Displaced JEWS" from Latvia and Poland that were living in "temporary" internment camps in France since just after the end of WWII. After being released from the Concentration Camps they did their absolute best to get away from the Soviets, who weren't especially pleasant with them either.
They came into Copper Mountain on the Company Busses, along with their families. There weren't any Hassidic sects. That was a stipulation made by the mine owners. Still, it was like stepping back in time. They dressed in styles from 30 years in the past. Their clothes were worn but clean. The men hadn't shaved in what appeared to be a long time. None of them spoke English. Language wasn't a problem. The mines were used to dealing with it.
The hue and cry was not pleasant.
Still, they were given a special section of the bunkhouses as their own.
My first visual memory was their EYES. They were FLAT. No fear or emotion of any sort. They were just TIRED. Not BEATEN, just TIRED.
After a few months that started to change. The women bought new, stylish dresses and put on a little weight. The men always wore suits when they weren't working. No ties. They even polished the leather on their work boots every day.
They started speaking broken English but mostly German and Russian/Polish. EVERY single one of them carried a concealed weapon. Everything from knives to small pistols. The only place they didn't carry was when at work.
After about six months their EYES CHANGED. They started to show HOPE. They no longer looked desperate and confused. You see, they had proven themselves to be excellent miners. They usually made bonus every payday.
They played instruments, danced, died, married, had kids. They were ALIVE again.
The mine shut down a few years later. Everyone moved on. I never saw any of them again. They went to other mines, other jobs but with bright, intelligent EYES that no longer showed the horrors they had been subjected to.
Can you say PTSD???? They all suffered from it and mostly in silence. The thing is, they were a tight community and they helped each other out. They also helped out some of the miners that were suffering from undiagnosed PTSD.
Many of the Muslims/refugees/immigrants coming into Canada have issues that will need to be dealt with. I personally don't believe the vetting is stringent enough but there will never be any guarantees.
Yeah, wrong place for this but the pics brought back the old memories, along with Purple's comment.
They didn't speak of the horrors. Later another survivor I met explained that it was forbidden in some communities because it often brought out the depression that was always lurking under the surface. PTSD is seldom cured. The sufferers just learn to live with it while finding their inner strength.
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Thank you for posting.