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Look at this picture, then read this story.

I noticed that with one picture of a Syrian boy, a Caucasian by race, a boy showing white skin between his pants leg and his little shoe, washed up limp and lifeless on a beach, Europe and the world stood up and took notice. God bless that boy, his brother, his mother, his bereaved father, his whole family and his country. I am going to use his picture at the top of all my stories about the African people who also die trying to get to Europe. I hope that his image in the arms of the man who found him will elicit the same feelings, the same empathy that pushes people to action and acts of love, for the African refugees who suffer and die on their trek. The Sicilians are doing their part. They are way ahead of the good Hungarian people who helped the Syrian refugees on their long walk, in shame and horror of their government's cruel attitude.
Here is a story from yesterday's La Repubblica. I cannot keep with them.

From La Repubblica: Another tragedy in the Strait of Sicily, just before help arrived. This morning, a rubber raft full of immigrants deflated among the Force 4 winds and waves of the Mediterranean Sea and 20 people fell in the water. There was nothing that could be done for them. he marine ship Dattilo rescued 107 immigrants aboard the rubber raft and right away took had them board two units from the Harbor Master authority. Then they set ff to find those lost in the water. But the sea has not yet given up their bodies, in the tract that extends out 30 miles from the coasts of Libya.
"I lost two young sons and my brother," said a woman coming from Nigeria as soon as she arrived at the port of Lampedusa, this evening. Gathering her dramatic story were the workers of the "Mediterranean Hope" project of the Federation of evangelical churches in Italy, financed with funds from the waldesian and methodist churches. A young man of Gambia told the workers that he had lost two friends in the waves. Words among the tears, in another difficult evening at Lampedusa.

You tell me.

Is the Nigerian woman's loss not as great as that of the father of the drowned Syrian boy? Is the Gambian boy's loss of his two friends not as great a loss?
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