Letter Sixteen

Hello!

I’m writing this from my home city of Liverpool; if you can, come here. This is a city built on immigrants and stocked by scousers. We are a community of people with heritage from Ireland, Scandinavia, China… Even Wales! You name it. You’re welcome here. This is a home for you; if you want to live here.

I can’t imagine what you’ve left behind but all I can say is that I mean this with every breath I have. You are welcome here, in this city, in this country. There will be the occasional bell-end who will say things to you but their problem is the fact that they’re the type of person that shouts abuse at strangers. Ignore them. A few years ago there was a fascist parade scheduled to visit Liverpool. We actually drove them out of the city and locked them in the luggage storage unit at Lime St Station. They had to be escorted out by the police. This is not a city for fascists. This is a city for people like you.

There is nothing I can say that can ever understand what you’ve been through but I want to let you know that if you chose to make this city (or even this country) your home then here’s what is waiting for you:

Everything.

Liverpool is one of the greatest cities in the world. We have the most listed buildings in the UK apart from London (that means they can’t be touched because they are protected for being architecturally remarkable). We have art galleries (most of which are free). We have some of the best theatres in the world. We have two of the biggest football clubs in the world. We have one of the best music scenes in the world. We have SCOUSERS. We have the home of bongos bingo. We have Sefton Park. We have Otterspool Promenade. We have Formby beach. We have Ye Craic. We have Crosby’s Another Place. We have Lime TV. We have The Albert Dock. We have so many things that are here for YOU. Yeah YOU. This is a city waiting for YOU!

On a personal level these are the greatest people you will ever meet. They are a community. They are radical. They are the opposition to authority. They are warm. They are funny.

Only a few generations back my family took refuge in the UK. They found safety in the mining towns of Wales. I hope you find it in Liverpool. And if not; in the UK.

Welcome to your new home,

Luke, Liverpool, Playwright / Screenwriter.

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