Josephine, good on ya for speaking up!
It is well beyond time that the lie that Australia is a freedom loving
democratic country be shown for what it truly is. What then is Australia? In
terms of international political analysis, this country called Australia, one
of the fifteen most wealthy countries in the world, is the country most
likely to experience a fascist government.
I trained in communication in Australia's most elite degree in this field and
went on to do a graduate honours year with first class honours. I was taught
that public relations was the art of propaganda. The art of telling lies. We
studied the Nazi Nuremberg rally for clues on how to do it! I was going to
major in advertising and I have worked in advertising. Advertising
multi-million dollar Sydney Harbour waterfront mansions to be precise. I
would rather be a traitor to my degree, my class and my nation then engage in
the sort of propaganda I was taught as an undergrad. The idea that Australia
is a freedom loving democratic country is the sort of public relations
propaganda bullshit I was taught to do complete with international
advertising campaigns. A PR and advertising campaign that has
cost mega bucks on mega bucks.
Don't be fooled by the bullshit that comes out of PR and advertising
companies about Australia. It is all bullshit! I could give you some of my
experiences which result from my refusing to tow the line, refusing to tell
lies for Australia, but right now I am too fucking angry! If you have
problems with that, Australia, go fuck yourself! I am going to be a traitor
to my nation.
On Sat, 20 Apr 2002 10:31, you wrote:
> When my family emigrated to Australia in the sixties from
> England, we were shown cosy brick cottages as typical of the
> hostel accomodation we would get. When we eventually arrived
> in Sydney we were taken to a migrant hostel that had over
> 1000 people in it (ie overcrowded). The accomodation was the
> old corrogated iron nissan huts, (from the war) like a
> concentration camp and the hostel was ringed with barbed
> wire fences. My mother cried.
> We were given three rooms in half a hut for a family of
> five. We had to share a communal bathroom and toilet block.
> My parents had to sleep on a fold down sofa. THere were no
> cooking facilities, all meals were taken in the 'dining
> room'. When the nearby creek flooded, we sat in the dining
> room up to our knees in water and ate watching the
> cockroaches climbing the walls. THe decent food purchased
> for the migrants dissapeared in big trucks overnight for use
> in nearby resteraunts, and we were served maggot ridden meat
> instead. I recall living on tomato sandwiches for weeks as
> the food was inedible.
> THe hostel fees which we had to pay to stay there were at
> hotel rates. I think they were calculated as a % of your
> wage. And note, my father was working long shifts in the
> steel works to pay for this. We got off that hostel very
> I was there, this is true.
> THere wasn't anyone picketing the hostels for better
> treatment for us, and we were invited guests of the
> Australian Government.
> They just called us whinging pommies.