Franciscan priest Fr Dionysius Mintoff, 80, shows me
round the Peace Lab which he established almost 40
years ago in Malta. He takes me straight to the
chapel which also couples as a hall and conference
room.
‘You can tell he is a Franciscan. All sorts of
cages with pets and canaries are placed in the
sanctuary.’ ‘See that altar there.’ He
says as he points with his stick. ‘That was where
World War II was planned. Yalta was planned from
there, Churchill, Roosevelt and other allied leaders
met here five times during the Second World War. A
stone’s throw away from the airfields, this was the
nerve centre where all the organisation of the air
campaigns took place.
He shows me the murals which depict the history of
humanity, the beatitudes and several people who in
recent years have worked for peace.
Pride of place is given to Pope John XXIII, the Good
Pope, who wrote the encyclical on peace addressed to
all people of good will. Pacem in Teris. The Peace
Lab is named after him. The main inspiration is St
Francis of Assisi.
‘But how did you manage to lay your hands on this
property?’ I ask. A skilled media
communicator, who has been broadcasting for over
half a century he gesticulates away in silence,
turning his hand round in a semi-circle, as if to
say: ‘Well it just happened!’
Fr Mintoff quickly changes the subject. He tells me
how as a former British forces base with some 4,000
men living in it, with no females about the place,
the locality quicly became a hot spot for
prostitution.
He continues: ‘Prostitution in this district was
very highly organized. It took me years of hard
work and a lot of suffering to get rid of it and
wipe it away from here for good’.
Fr Mintoff sips black coffee and eats sugar-free
biscuits as he explains how Malta had one of the
highest incidences in Europe for Leprosy or Jansen’s
Disease and how because Hal Far is a bit cut off
from any of Malta’s towns or villages, it served as
a base where patients suffering from leprosy where
sent off to be far away from other people.
Leprosy was finally eradicated from Malta in 1976.
Fr Mintoff then takes me back to the mental in
colonial Malta. He says: ‘ At the time, Malta was a
colony and relied on the British . people who were
given privileges were those were those who were
awarded an OBE or an MBE by the British government.
‘There were not always the greatest friends of the
Maltese people. This award was given in what is now
the President’s Palace in Valletta. When the
British left there was no such award to be given any
more.
‘We then instituted a new kind of national award and
called it ‘The John XXIII award for kindness.’ For
many years it was the only national award available
on the island. It is given to young people for
unusual acts of kindness, for example, caring for a
fellow student at school who is handicapped or has
acute learning difficulties.’
In his younger days Fr Mintoff was employed by the
Maltese Government as an education officer. Her
continues that in the aftermath of World War II,
when Malta suffered so much at the hands of the
Germans, the Maltese were very anti-German. ‘In this
context.” He adds, ‘we started a programme of peace
education in our schools on a national level and now
there is peace education from kindergarten to sixth
form. We were the pioneers in this field.’
He stresses the Peace Lab’s educational role and
talks about a monthly newspaper for youth which was
published for 30 years before going on-line, as well
as weekly 90-minute broadcasts on the state
broadcaster PBS.
Fr Mintoff continued: “ We also carry out research
on peace and have invited well-known personalities
including Abbe Pierre, Michel Quoist, Cardinal del
Caro and Mother Theresa of Calcutta.”
He then takes me to the various outbuildings within
the compound which forms the Peace Lab.
Just outside the compound is Lister Barracks where
more than 12,000 illegal immigrants had been
detained for up to 18 months over the past 7 years.
At the moment the barracks is empty.“I have 50 of
these immigrants living with me” the Franciscan
explains.
He leads me to a shed and he knocks on the door and
asks for Mohammed. The shed was converted a couple
of years ago into an internet café where the
migrants spend an hour each evening.
“The café is open until midnight. They spend an hour
each and it has been a wonderful success. Mohammed
runs it every efficiently!” explains Fr Mintoff.
It was nine o’clock at night and it was time for him
to go round the various dormitories, say good night
and do a cleanliness inspection.
“While they are in detention,” he says “soldiers do
not care about cleanliness or about anything else.
All they care about is that the migrants do not
escape. Here they have a programme. This place is
run entirely by volunteers and providence. There
are about 30 volunteers who come in everyday to help
out and each one of them has got a specific task to
carry out: doctors, teachers, IT, refuge work,
broadcasters…
“We teach them English and local culture. We try
to empower them. They do their own cooking and
prepare for the world of work. These people come
from Somalia, Nigeria, Eritrea, Ethiopia, Mali,
Ghana, Sudan – basically the whole of Africa.”
We go in to the male dormitory where people from
Senegal were living. He calls all the other young
men in from the other dormitories and puts his arm
on the table as if he is going to arm wrestle them.
Instead they all their hands on his fist, one on top
of the other and say several times: “We are all one
family.”
Fr Mintoff tells me how when these irregular
migrants first appeared on Malta, the Peace Lab
successfully started proceedings in the Maltese Law
Courts to prevent the state from forcefully sending
the first bunch of migrants to their war torn
homeland. Since then no irregular migrants were
forcefully repatriated.
He shows me a white corridor full of foodstuffs.
“How do you fund this?” I ask him. Again he
gesticulates in silence but does not answer.
Providence seems to be at work.
Before I leave he takes me to his office and shows
me a Crucifix. “That is the refugee”, he says.
“His face looks like someone from Congo but he does
not have hands because he is not allowed to work and
does not have feet and legs because he is not
allowed to move about.”
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