Let it Be

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Storm passed.  

 

When I'm sad I'm sad.  You know?  To deny it only prolongs it, like holding in a piss.  Sometimes you just got to Let It Be. 

So, I just let it happen, and after the Sleep of The Drunk-- tossing and turning all night (and likely snoring, my poor dorm mate), depositing aspirin every two hours and guzzling water, I awoke. 

 

Today was much better.  Walked off my hangover and saw a bunch of the city.  Through the CBD (Central Business District), past Museum Road, into North Adelaide, along rivers, parks, and gardens:  a long and winding road that circumvents the city.  Strolled past what is noted as "the quaintest house in Adelaide."  I didn't think is was all that, but what do I know about quaint, anyway?

 

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The quaintest house in Adelaide. 

 

Australians use an interesting material for house walls and gates:  twigs and sticks joined together: 

 

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Every major city in Australia is positioned by the seacoast, so they are all lovely.  Adelaide is no exception.  Between winding rivers and staggeringly empty coastlines, one doesn't have to travel alone to feel isolated.

 

I think two problems this week are 1) this is the first time in the entire trip that I am absolutely alone and 2) this is the last week, and it is difficult being "in the moment," when my mind continues to drift toward home.  But, today, I bought a cup of coffee.   (Piece of cake:  I waltzed in, requested a "regular flat white to take away," and received just what I intended to.  I turned around, finding the lids next to the sugar.  And, knowing how strong the coffee would be, placed 5 sugars in the cup [barely denting its intensity]. )  And, with my espresso train in tow, began to walk some 10 miles throughout Adelaide, North Adelaide, its many parks and gardens. 

My journey ended at the Migration Museum.  Man, these people do not sugarcoat.  Ouch.  The museum explored the "discovery" of Australia, the "acclimation" of colonist and natives, the segregation, discrimination of Immigration, era of Stolen Generations, Destitute Aslyums, etc.  Just would not stop.  How people can continue being white when they exit this place is beyond me.  Kill me now.

 

I've recreated a display, which indicated who received immigration approval. 

 

Would you have been allowed to emigrate to Australia between 1901 - 1958? 

If you were: 

Your immigration status:

Black, speaking English fluently

Given a 50-word Dictation test in Hungarian.  Failed.  Prohibited immigrant.  Go home.

 

Irish girl named Ellen Fitzgibben

Immigration officer does not like the look of you.  Dictation test administered in Swedish.  Failed.  Go back to Ireland.

 

White British Immigrant

Welcome to Australia!

 

Asian trade merchant. 

Trade benefits Australia

Collect certificate exemption, for 1-year.  Renewable.  Restricted immigrant.

 

Political activist from Europe

 

Dictation test in Scottish Gaelic.  Failed.  Go home. 

 

Japanese married to an Australian.

Minister for Immigration will decide whether you may live here or not.

 

You are Asian. 

50-word Dictation test in a language you do not understand.  Failed.  Prohibited immigrant.  Do not enter. 

 

 From the Migration Museum, 23 June 2009 

 

The Dictation test operated as a method of exclusion until 1958.  After 1909, no one who was given the test passed it.  Those who failed were refused entry and deported.  It was not until 1973 that the federal government removed race as a factor in Australian Immigrant policies. 

 

British orphaned children were considered a valuable commodity, as they would have their whole lives to contribute to the work force, were malleable in spirit and vocation, and would contribute to the white population.  Between this time-- especially in the 1940s after WW II-- thousands of these children were brought to Australia.  Due to lack of funds and management, these children typically suffered from physical and sexual abuse, faced starvation and slave labor. 

 

Between 1910 and 1970, over 40,000 aboriginal children were forcibly removed from their homes and sent to orphanages-- The Stolen Generation.  It became law in the 1923 Care of Children Act, as a means to "cure children" of the abuse and sin of native savagery.  Although this Act has been revoked, it still exists, culturally:  Aboriginal children are 6 times more likely to be removed by Child Welfare services and 21 times more likely to end up in Juvenile Halls.  Further, the government has instituted birth control systems, designed to "protect" the young teen women from unwanted pregnancies.  Government agencies will visit camps and offer partial or permanent sterility techniques.  Some programs offer incentives to encourage this practice.  Again, it falls under the guise of protecting these women from potential sexual abuse or lack of future opportunity to a better life. 

 

Aboriginal communities now fear the spread of Swine Flu.  There have been hundreds of suspect cases and several deaths already cited.  Government has not yet taken any steps to intervene, offer flu vaccinations or treatments, or send authorities to document cases (after testing positive in hospitals, but not officially documented for govermnment aid and intervention).  These communities fear that this flu may wipe out hundreds-- thousands-- of Aboriginals who already suffer multiple health issues.  (The average Aboriginal's life span is 17-25 years shorter than their white counterparts.)

 

So, a sobering day.  If the walk didn't help, the Museum and Swine Flu article sure did. 

 

I'll end this section with a quote from a man from the Kaurna tribe (original South Australia native).  Aboriginal people met the early efforts of missionaries to Christianise them with anger and indifference.  When told that they should fear Jehovah and not the Red kangaroo or Kaurna belief, one man replied:

"Why do you charge us with a lie... we do not charge you with lies.  What you believe and speak of Jehovah is good, and what we believe is good."

South Australian Aboriginal, Kaurna tribe, 26 June 1841

 

Amen to that, my brother. 

 

Let it Be. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

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