It’s short, but I wanted to say it.
Mancunians are often represented by the Worker Bee, because of the city’s industrial heritage, but in the wake of Monday’s horrific acts of murder, I feel that we are more like bees than ever.
While a bee may have dark, black areas, it also has shining, yellow areas. Similarly, in Mancunians there are black times where we are shocked to our core, but amid these you will always find shining examples of people doing good; Taxi drivers offering free rides, persons of all faiths joining together to give support, homeless people working side by side with the members of the emergency services who so selflessly throw themselves into the midst of danger. It is this that makes me proud to be Mancunian.
In a world of steel and concrete, when it stops flying, a bee will always choose to search for, and stop on, flowers. While external media outlets may report on the terror, and speculate, and make baseless claims, our own MEN set up fundraising efforts and has, at the time of writing, raised almost £1 million (with the public’s help), for the victims’ families. These acts are the flowers which we must focus on in these hard times.
When a bee is tired, it stops flying and begins to crawl. At this point it relies on us to feed it, and keep it going. I would argue that this is where we and the bees differ, when we are tired and fed up we do not rely on another species to help us, we rally together as a family, stronger than ever, against those who seek to divide us.
Finally, the reason a worker bee goes and collects pollen and nectar from plants and flowers is to create honeycomb. This is literally the structure from which they build their city. With one bee working, a small amount of progress is made on one section of their town, but with approximately 2.25 million bees working together, we don’t just make a town, we don’t even make a city, we make Manchester.
Manchester, and The Bee