{"id":1980,"date":"2013-03-05T16:24:41","date_gmt":"2013-03-05T05:24:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/australiansforhonestpolitics.wordpress.com\/?p=1980"},"modified":"2019-04-13T23:24:20","modified_gmt":"2019-04-13T13:24:20","slug":"roaring-at-the-man-drilling-tattoos-into-my-sensitivities","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.nofibs.com.au\/roaring-at-the-man-drilling-tattoos-into-my-sensitivities\/","title":{"rendered":"Roaring at the man drilling tattoos into my sensitivities"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Survivors

Survivor Family of Unthrown Children – 2001<\/p><\/div>\n

By Nancy Cato<\/a>
\nMarch 3, 2013<\/p>\n

At my usual early hour on a sunny Melbourne Saturday, I pushed back the covers along with the urge to go back to sleep and wondered why I felt discomforted.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m a happy soul, usually.<\/p>\n

And then I remembered; the images of Scott Morrison\u2019s many interviews the day before on his pea-sized understanding of the asylum seeker debate were drilling tattoos onto my sensitivities.<\/p>\n

Before I had much chance to let my brain catch up to my outstretched hand. I\u2019d sent out this message via Twitter for all to see:<\/p>\n

Your words @ScottMorrisonMP have punctured my skin, entered my bloodstream & sadly for you, boosted my adrenaline levels. #fightnotflight<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>I stand by them.<\/p>\n

Mother Nature knew what she was doing when she equipped us with the instinct to take flight or stand and fight when sensing danger. The animals of the wild also know it well, and you Mr Scott Morrison have turned me into a wild Mother Lion today. A very wild one.<\/p>\n

You see, Mr Morrison, I have two tiny granddaughters. They\u2019re innocent, loved and free and I want them to remain that way, at least while I\u2019m around to tear anything to pieces that would destroy their rights or foul the very air they breathe.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s just what you\u2019re threatening to do, Mr Morrison. Do you realise that? Do you have the faintest idea of the impact your words have the minute they settle somewhere, anywhere?<\/p>\n

No?<\/p>\n

Of course you don\u2019t. You\u2019re far too busy stirring your inner crucible aren\u2019t you. Let\u2019s take a look in it shall we? I hesitate, but see it for what it is we must.<\/p>\n

Ugh.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s bile. It\u2019s slimy and deep. Look, I can see the ingredients that refuse to integrate: superiority, affluence, ambition, greed, power and opportunism. And what\u2019s that down at the bottom? Ah yes. Hatred, all fine-tuned to the latest recipe of racist thought your alignments dictate.<\/p>\n

Can you see what your words turn into, the minute they leave your mouth and mix with the hot air you\u2019ve summoned around you Mr Morrison?<\/p>\n

No? I\u2019ll tell you.<\/p>\n

They become as blowflies. Each one blowing in the wind to settle and leave its new hatching to poison and rot the environment we love and care about.<\/p>\n

Oh yes, I\u2019m a Mother Lion today but not just for my grandchildren. I\u2019m roaring in rage for all the children who hope to grow up in this beautiful country of ours, free from the despicable discrimination that you wish to impose on their thought. And I\u2019ll tear into you as much as you deserve \u2013 albeit just with my words.<\/p>\n

You do not seem to understand, Mr Morrison, that it\u2019s far too late for you to pretend that this society of ours is pristine white and problem free. Like it or not we already are<\/i> a Multicultural Society with skins ranging from black through red and yellow to white.<\/p>\n

Like it or not, in our grab for this land we originally were<\/i> boat people \u2013 mostly crims and sundry others \u2013 who imposed themselves on our indigenous folk and started<\/i> a crime rate that continues today.<\/p>\n

Like it or not we already have<\/i> disadvantaged and marginalised people.<\/p>\n

Like it or not, some of our citizens already <\/i>live in fear and struggle to be accepted.<\/p>\n

Do you really think that giving a few asylum seekers from across the seas the chance for a peaceful new life will make one jot of difference to our lives? Do you really think that by helping a few, we\u2019re endangering the lives of those of us already here because the crime rate will suddenly skyrocket? Shame on you.<\/p>\n

Look at our children. We have privileged children, but we also have terrified children, different-coloured children, hungry children, spoilt children, disabled children, disorientated children, fleeing children, abused children, children in despair\u2026 They all <\/i>look different, they all <\/i>come from a multitude of backgrounds, they all<\/i>\u00a0 behave according to their upbringing or circumstances. You insult every one of them and us with your insinuations that \u2018one who looks different\u2019 is certain <\/i>to commit a crime.<\/p>\n

I have forebears from all over the world and live with a disability. I too, am different. Am I likely to commit a crime? Should I have been thrown overboard from the birthing table?<\/p>\n

We get one go at life Mr Morrison. We can choose to do the very best we can to advance the society in which we live by the way we live, or we can choose to soil our nest.<\/p>\n

You\u2019re not advancing our society, Scott Morrison. You\u2019re peeing on it.<\/p>\n

\"photo\"<\/p>\n

\"Credit

Credit Alan Moir – Fairfax<\/p><\/div>\n

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