My family has been stuck in the UK’s disastrous and inefficient asylum system for four years. The four of us – me, my wife and two children – have all shared one room for the majority of that time. My children ask me: why can't we stay in a normal place like other families?
The government could help us, and those like us, but instead, it suggests hostile policies – like sending people to Rwanda, which the Supreme Court this morning ruled is illegal – that are not real solutions to the crisis.
I didn’t want to seek asylum in the UK. My family travelled here five years ago because my life was at risk in my own country in South America, which I am not naming for our safety. We planned to stay for a year, just until things calmed down back home. But I kept receiving death threats.
