A Titanic Disparity
As hundreds of migrants dead in Greek shipwreck gets scant coverage, those passengers killed on titanic sub gets worldwide attention because they’re billionaires….
The recent shipwreck off the coast of Greece, where an estimated 700 migrants are feared to have lost their lives, brings attention to the significant disparity in how maritime disasters are perceived and responded to by the world. Despite the magnitude of the tragedy, the incident received far less attention compared to the search for five passengers exploring the Titanic wreckage. The media coverage and global response disproportionately focused on the wealthy Titanic passengers, while the migrants, mostly women and children seeking refuge from war, poverty, and climate change, were essentially forgotten.
The passengers aboard the Titanic, comprised of wealthy individuals, paid a substantial amount for a deep-sea dive adventure to witness the ship’s remains. On the other hand, those crowded onto the Adriana fishing boat were desperate refugees, having fled their homes with minimal belongings, paying human traffickers thousands of dollars to transport them from Libya to Europe. These migrants hailed from Pakistan, Afghanistan, Egypt, Syria, Palestine, and other regions, each grappling with different life-threatening crises.
While an international effort was launched to search for the Titanic submersible and extensive media coverage was given to the five men who tragically died, the Greek government faced accusations of negligence in its response to the migrants aboard the sinking Adriana. Reports suggested that Greek authorities had been monitoring the vessel for over 12 hours without initiating a rescue operation, even after its engine malfunctioned.
It is indeed challenging to establish empathy and comprehend the plight of migrants in the Mediterranean when their stories remain largely unknown, unlike the well-documented narratives of the Titanic passengers. The Mediterranean migrants, driven by desperation, face treacherous journeys, battling the elements alone with no one to hear their cries for help. They flee their countries due to various reasons such as war, poverty, and violence, often finding themselves trapped in Libya, a country mired in cycles of violence.
The testimonies from migrants detained in unofficial centers in Libya are harrowing, describing abduction, beatings, and coercive tactics used to extort money from their families. These vulnerable individuals undertake perilous crossings in dangerously overcrowded boats, lacking life jackets, sufficient food, and water. Their actions stem from absolute despair, as they seize any opportunity to seek safety and a chance at a better life.
The tragedy in the Mediterranean is entirely avoidable, as it stems from the lack of safe and legal pathways for migrants to seek safety in Europe. The policies of European member states prioritize deterrence rather than valuing human lives. It is vital to hold European politicians accountable and demand the establishment of safe and legal routes for migrants.
The Greek authorities, in particular, must be held to account regarding their actions and decisions surrounding the recent shipwreck. A thorough and independent investigation is necessary to uncover the truth and ensure justice. Immediate attention should be given to caring for the survivors, assisting families in identifying their loved ones, and providing support in the aftermath of the tragedy.
Overall, this devastating event underscores the urgent need for a more compassionate and humanitarian response to the plight of migrants. Safe and legal pathways must be established, and the underlying causes that compel people to undertake perilous journeys must be addressed. It is crucial to recognize the equal worth and dignity of all human lives, irrespective of their socioeconomic status or background.
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By Kenny Browne3 years ago in Art
I Never Chose the Easy Path; I Always Chose Hardship
From the earliest memories I can recall, life presented me with two roads. One was smooth, inviting, and well-trodden—a path that promised comfort, approval, and ease. The other was rough, rocky, and uncertain—a path of struggle, obstacles, and lessons that demanded effort, patience, and resilience. I never chose the smooth road. I never took shortcuts. Not because I was fearless, but because something deep inside refused to let me live a life that wasn’t earned. The easy path whispered promises of fleeting satisfaction, fleeting success, and fleeting recognition. It was tempting. Many around me chose it, and I often wondered if I was foolish for ignoring it. But I learned early that true growth is rarely convenient. The easiest choice often leads to emptiness, to regret, to a quiet knowing that you could have been more than you allowed yourself to be. Hardship became my teacher long before success ever noticed me. The lessons it offered were harsh, uncompromising, and often lonely. There were days when choosing the hard path felt like choosing isolation. While others were celebrated for small accomplishments, supported by friends and family, I walked in silence, with doubt as my companion. Progress was invisible to the world. Failures were frequent and relentless. Many nights, I returned home tired, my heart heavy, my mind questioning why I even bothered. Yet even in that silence, I was being shaped. I was learning the value of persistence, of dedication, and of refusing to give up on myself. The hard path forced honesty. It refused to allow excuses. It stripped away illusions and pretenses. I was left face-to-face with my limits, my fears, and my own humanity. On this path, I discovered strengths I never knew I had: patience I had never cultivated, resilience I had doubted, and self-respect that grew every time I stood up instead of walking away. These were not lessons that could be taught in comfort. They were only learned in struggle, in challenge, and in the quiet persistence of refusing to quit when no one was watching. I remember one time vividly. I had a goal that seemed impossible—one that required me to sacrifice comfort, leisure, and social approval. The easy path was right there: a way to avoid the challenge, to be “okay,” to follow what others had done before me. Many advised me to take it. “It’s safer,” they said. “It’s simpler,” they said. But I could feel, deep inside, that taking the easy way would leave me empty. I chose the hard path. The journey was grueling. Every step felt like pushing against gravity. But with each challenge, I gained more than I ever would have on the easy road. I gained endurance, confidence, and an understanding that real achievement is never handed—it is earned. Strength, I realized, isn’t loud. It doesn’t announce itself. It grows quietly, in the moments no one sees—the early mornings, the long nights, the repeated failures, the times you push forward when giving up would be understandable. Resilience is not simply surviving; it is deliberately choosing to continue, to stand again, to pursue the path that tests you the most. It is knowing that walking away is easier but will never lead to the person you are capable of becoming. I have walked many hard roads in life. Each one was different, yet the lessons were the same: comfort cannot teach endurance, shortcuts cannot teach discipline, and fleeting success cannot teach respect. Every struggle, no matter how small, adds to your character. Every failure is a mirror that shows you who you really are. And every choice to face hardship instead of fleeing builds a foundation that lasts long after temporary victories fade. There were times when I felt truly alone. People around me often misunderstood my choices. Friends, family, colleagues—they all questioned why I refused the easy way, why I worked harder, why I pushed myself beyond what seemed necessary. They didn’t see the growth happening quietly inside me. They didn’t see the small victories, the lessons learned, the resilience being forged. But eventually, the results spoke for themselves—not in a loud announcement, but in the quiet confidence and self-respect that I had built from the inside out. Life, I have learned, rewards those who endure hardship. Not always immediately. Not always visibly. But it rewards those who persist, who face struggle head-on, and who refuse to settle for anything less than becoming their fullest selves. Success that comes without effort is temporary; strength and self-respect are eternal. Hardship tests us, but it also teaches us. It shows us the depth of our own courage, the strength of our will, and the power of refusing to surrender. The lessons of the hard path are subtle, often invisible, and always lasting. I learned that failing is not shameful; failing is a necessary step toward mastery. I learned that enduring pain, even when no one notices, builds a type of strength that comfort never can. I learned that the more difficult the path, the deeper the reward—not measured in wealth or fame, but in character, wisdom, and self-respect. Every choice to embrace struggle instead of avoiding it shaped me. Every sacrifice, every extra hour, every moment of doubt faced instead of ignored, added to the foundation of the person I am today. My life was not easy. It was messy, unpredictable, and often overwhelming. But it was authentic. It was mine. And through hardship, I became resilient. I became someone who can face challenges without fear because I have faced them before. I became someone who respects themselves because I have honored my own effort. I became someone capable of growth because I refused to choose comfort over character. I often reflect on the people around me who chose the easy path. Many of them achieved quick victories, immediate recognition, and temporary peace. But over time, I noticed something important: the victories were shallow, the peace fleeting, and the growth minimal. They lacked the depth of resilience, the quiet power of self-respect, and the profound satisfaction that comes from knowing you endured, you learned, and you became someone stronger. Choosing hardship is not glamorous. It is not celebrated in real-time. It is often lonely, exhausting, and demanding. But it is transformative. It shapes your mind, your heart, and your spirit in ways comfort never can. It teaches discipline, patience, humility, and courage. It makes failure meaningful, effort valuable, and success earned. The hard path is where true people are made—people who understand that life’s challenges are not punishments, but opportunities. Opportunities to become better, stronger, wiser, and more capable. I never chose the easy path. I always chose the harder road, the one that tested me, the one that demanded effort, and the one that required me to face myself honestly. I walked through fear, doubt, exhaustion, and setbacks. I fell, and I got up. I failed, and I tried again. I cried, I questioned, I endured. And through it all, I became someone I could respect, someone who knew the value of persistence, someone who understood that hardship is not the enemy—it is the greatest teacher. Today, I measure success differently. I do not measure it by comfort, convenience, or ease. I measure it by growth, resilience, and the depth of self-respect I have cultivated. I measure it by how I faced challenges I could not ignore, how I embraced struggles that seemed unbearable, and how I refused to take shortcuts at the cost of my own becoming. I never chose the easy path. I chose the one that made me resilient. I chose the one that taught me self-respect. I chose the one that allowed me to become the person I am today. And if I had the choice again, I would choose the hard path every single time. Because the road of struggle is not only a journey—it is the making of a human being.writing...
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