With the latest on terrorism and ramped up fear we no longer sit around fondue sets. Fondue sets are now facing customers scrounging bargains on St.Vinnie’s shelves together with the discarded type-writers or dented aluminium pots. If group discussion take place, heads are most likely lifted up from Moses’ Tablets or promised Lands of IPhones.
As a reffo from the fifties I remember the fear of passengers on buses when a whiff of Euro garlic announced itself. People would gather their belongings and stiffen up. A dago was near! My dad with his attaché briefcase was tolerated mainly because he was pale looking and free from garlic odour. We as children soon tried as quickly as possible to lose our guttural Dutch accent and accentuated Australian lingo to extremes. Even today, I notice ageing reffos still being and acting more Australian than the local born ones. It seems to have stayed with them. A supreme sacrifice and surrender of ethnicity in return for approval and acceptance. Some carry this even further. The recent disapproval of anything brown and middle Eastern, worse, Arabic, is often met with more vehement responses from those of the same background than locals.
This is why we need leaders that try and at least encourage acceptance of the foreign or different. I can hear people re-hashing the same things that occurred decades ago. At local dances I used to be so keen to be an Australian. I was fifteen and my accent stubbornly never surrendered. At least I was able to give a reasonable impersonation of Seventy Seven Sunset strip character in the hope of getting A Pride of Erin in. You wonder with what enthusiasm people get accepted with Arabic backgrounds. The dreadful media focus on extremism and the ramped up fear of refugees.
At least in the Chocolate shop it was a delusional individual who managed ramp up fear and xenophobia. Scott Morrison is not delusional. He is in full control of his senses and deliberately doing his evil work in setting up people against those from war torn countries. He is sane, worse he is so utterly and devastatingly sane, it is frightening. He does it all with a smile. Illegal Maritime Arrivals he calls them. Yet, with the stroke of a pen he could set all boatpeople free to be assessed on-shore and able to work, earn a living and restore dignity. It is not in him though. And we think that the Chocolate shop man was evil.
Don’t shout Ali Baba too loud now!
Tags: Ali Baba, Arabic, Dago, Maritime Arabic coffee, Reffo, Scott Morrison
December 17, 2014 at 2:33 am |
The chocolate shop man was mad and evil. Of course he was evil with a criminal record.
I wished our laws concerning asylum seekers could be changed. But we are a democracy and unless people vote for a change nothing is going to happen.
Ramping up fear and xenophobia, this unfortunately is what is being practiced.
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December 17, 2014 at 3:27 am |
Australia remains in defiance of the UN charter on refugees which clearly states that people escaping persecution are free to ask for asylum and that they are not illegal arrivals…
The law does not need changing. It is our minister for immigration who needs to comply with existing laws.
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December 17, 2014 at 4:44 am
Th UN charter has got it right, but do we accept this as our law? I don’t think so.
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December 18, 2014 at 8:55 am
No. Australia is lawless when it comes to refugees.
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December 17, 2014 at 4:45 am |
Again an opportune and well written blog. People who have never been to another country have great difficulties understanding the nature of something they have no experience of. To inoculate against xenophobia one has to live in another country, as a stranger among strangers. “Strangeness” is the normal.
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December 18, 2014 at 8:59 am |
Well put Berlioz. Australia also hasn’t got other countries as immediate neighbours. We don’t have a cross flow of visitors streaming in and out like many European countries have.
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December 18, 2014 at 9:38 am
That is why our thinking is so insular.
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December 17, 2014 at 12:30 pm |
A timely post, Gerard and I think that Berlioz has nailed it with his comment.
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December 18, 2014 at 8:59 am |
He has Lottie
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December 17, 2014 at 12:56 pm |
Ironically, it was a Dutchman working on the dockyard (Cockatoo Island) with Partner, who said, ‘you’re a foreigner in your own land, and you’re a foreigner here’. The status of someone who lives outside their birth country. He was right of course.
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December 18, 2014 at 9:01 am |
Yes true. I remember on a trip back to Holland someone saying that I sounded like a Dutchman who had lived in Australia. I was astonished.
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December 17, 2014 at 2:56 pm |
I remember moving to Minnesota from Germany in the fourth grade with my thick brown stockings and my short bangs (fringe to you Aussies, I think) and feeling desperate, just desperate to rid myself of anything vaguely German. Now, I cling to those traces of my heritage. An excellent post, Gerard. (Moses’ Tablets, LOL!)
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December 18, 2014 at 9:04 am |
Yes, that seems to be what most would do. Try and melt into the background. I haven’t molten very well at all. Perhaps just half congealed. 😉
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December 17, 2014 at 5:37 pm |
That mad mullah in the chocolate shop is all Scott Morrison et al need in letting the inner racists go nuts with their bigotry.
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December 18, 2014 at 12:28 am |
The hostage taker and Scott Morrison are the two sides of the same coin.
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December 18, 2014 at 9:06 am |
Spot on. Scott Morrison has taken far more hostages. He represents all that is illegal in this government, not the refugees.
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December 17, 2014 at 11:26 pm |
Funny how we all try to fit in. Except some don’t. I even did it in the past in whatever country I found myself.
The chocolate shop man was obviously evil and mad. The question is—how many others are there out there?
A great post Gerard as usual.
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December 18, 2014 at 9:10 am |
Thank you Kayti.
Of all the places of evil; in a chocolate shop and how did that man get hold of a gun? He did not have license!
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December 18, 2014 at 4:52 am |
I have NO memory of any of this, I suppose because of growing up in Perth (just like a village – then). Italians and Greeks were always welcomed, due to the wonderful greengrocery itemsthat accompanied them, I believe.
But as for Morrison … he is, indeed, the incarnation of evil. And so is the whole TROWC, of course, for allowing him to do whatever he wants.
AND ! – until the ALP indicates it has something different in mind, so are they. Just not as bad as him. I hope.
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December 18, 2014 at 9:17 am |
I remember Fremantle on arrival back in 1956 and on a Sunday. Boy oh boy was it empty. Not a soul to be seen except other passengers from the boat.
Fremantle (near Perth) is now a large coffee sipping town with a population walking the boulevards, tending their yachts, speaking in foreign tongues and planning for Venice and Monte Carlo . Mistresses and Gigolos a plenty.
As for Morrison… a keelhauling!
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December 18, 2014 at 9:38 am |
A very thoughtful and insightful post. My dad would not allow my mother to speak German to my sister and I for fear that we would have an accent of sorts and that other kids would mock or harass us. It was I, who was shoved to the ground at recess because there were bullies and favorites of the teachers.
Discrimination is an evil word but I fear there is no cure. Times have progressed but the attitudes of people have not.
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December 18, 2014 at 10:07 pm |
Yes, that is sad but true. It is amazing how being ‘different’ is often seen as being ‘less’. Education in the purest form is the answer.
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December 18, 2014 at 7:09 pm |
Great post. I had a happy day out in London yesterday, eating in a restaurant with other families. Several groups were a wonderful rainbow mix of all the colours of humanity. This morning I read about an MP who had a speaking engagement with a Society, one of whose beliefs is that they should strive to achieve an all pale-skinned Britain… Have they been asleep for a hundred years? I bet they think it was OK that Britain had an Empire, and sent thousands of men and women to live in other people’s countries… Grrr
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December 18, 2014 at 10:09 pm |
You have a similar MP in The Netherlands who dyed his hair blond in order to maintain his anti-foreign position.
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December 18, 2014 at 8:31 pm |
I always think of bigots as very small people, so wrapped up in their own feelings of inferiority that they struggle desperately to name someone as inferior to them, or to blame for whatever lack of success they have. Much worse, however, are the would-be leaders who exploit and foster these attitudes for their own political gain. Great blog, Gerard. –Curt
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December 20, 2014 at 8:48 pm |
Excellent post Gerard. Great comments – especially Berlioz35.
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December 21, 2014 at 12:51 am |
Yes, I think Berlioz35 is the philosopher amongst us. Thank you Rosie. Glad to see you back.
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December 21, 2014 at 12:22 am |
Gerard, as you know I have a southern European surname but my family history in this country dates back to at least the 1840’s and possibly earlier. Of course that didn’t stop me receiving racial abuse mostly from ignorant 10 pound poms (ironic as I also have British and Irish ancestry). Possibly the worst was from a Jewish teacher in 4th class whose parents had been in concentration camps in WW2. Her hatred sent her insane eventually. I grew up disliking my name until my tertiary education when I was close the only Australian born in my year or so it seemed. In time I came to appreciate that part of my heritage. I was lucky though my treatment is nothing compared to the discrimination my father received and he was born here albeit to migrant parents who left Europe after WW1.
Australia is a different country today than 50 years ago. I think the likes of Morrison will be an aberration, nothing more than a skid mark in history. Someone who appeals to a bygone era.
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December 21, 2014 at 1:00 am |
Hello Algernon,
We are all orphans of good and bad fortune. We make the best of imperfection and are grateful for some crumbs of suger and spice that might fall around our feet.
Morrison is a throwback to the fifties and Abbott might be from the days of Bob Santamaria. Remember that extreme right wing man. He was so anti communist he would ban the word ‘communion’, except he would take that every Sunday but only after he had confessed his mortal sins having abused ma paw and her five daughters.
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October 17, 2022 at 12:50 pm
From Wikipedia:
During the 1960s and 1970s Santamaria regularly warned of the dangers of communism in Southeast Asia, and supported South Vietnam and the United States in the Vietnam War.
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October 18, 2022 at 11:53 am
Bob Santamaria had a ten minute slot on Channel 9 between Joe the gadget man and Saturday afternoon wrestling. What a fucking psycho. Killer Karl Cox and Brute Bernard (who never spoke, but only grunted) had more cred than Bob Santamaria. He had a really weird voice like someone cutting corrugated iron with a chain saw. And he spoke feverishly against all the reds under the bed. A true knucklehead.
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October 19, 2022 at 12:55 am
And what a useless war that was. Another useless war now between the US and Russia over Ukraine. What next the Armagedón?
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January 14, 2015 at 11:09 am |
Gerard, I really enjoyed reading this piece and related to the fondu set! I also agree with your assessment of the dire position of our poor refugees. As for Morrison, who calls himself a Christian, I can’t imagine anyone less humanitarian.
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January 14, 2015 at 7:50 pm |
Hello Barbara and welcome.
I wonder if the fondue set will ever make a come-back? I see people now stooped over their Iphone in restaurants while scooping up the smoked duck and noodles.
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April 11, 2015 at 9:27 am |
Love the sriffening up at a whiff of dago garlic…cant get enough of it now eh?
Strange thing for me was the Arabic women in Broadmeadows Melbourne who were surprised I made tabouleh. They feared going out after 9-11 and were spat at and abused. Where are the Goughs gone in Team Australia? This country has so many accepting people maybe thats why both parties want to hide the refugees behind barbed wire offshore…..and feed the press with bullshit…..we might like them! Je suis reffo!
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October 18, 2022 at 9:30 am |
Reblogged this on AuntyUta and commented:
Gerard’s blog brings back memories
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October 18, 2022 at 11:43 am |
Dear Aunty.
When that mongrel John Howard refused to let the Danish ship the Tampa dock and unload rescued asylum seekers, I was incandescent.
But being an old fart I was disinclined towards civil disobedience. I went to UTS to study Teaching English as a foreign language and took a placement teaching asylum seekers out at Fairfield on temporary protection visas. These visas are torture because holders cannot legally work or enjoy education or health care. And the protection can be turned off at the stroke of a pen. The House of Welcome (Catholic welfare agency) gave them a roof and the services that a mean and nasty government refused to give.
I taught a bunch of Iraqis and a pair of Uighur engineers working illegally as gyprock labourers for low cash wages and no benefits. Both were university grads in hydrological and electrical engineering. What a stupid xenophobic country we live in. What a waste of skills and education.
I focused on basic English – for one lesson I taught them how to buy a train ticket and use language skills to get us to Auburn for coffee. Useful language – like “does not stop at …”
I forewarned the station master who was super helpful.
We got on the train looking pretty middle eastern refugee like. At the next stop a bunch of soccer fans got on heading to the Olympic stadium for a big game. I was silently expecting an incident and quietly shitting myself.
One of my students looked terrified. I asked him what was troubling him. He said and I quote “ You know the people at Auburn are Lebanese Arabs “. I said yes, but I had bigger issues to worry about.
The locals started to ask sticky questions. I suspected a race riot and went for an honesty play.
The locals asked my students if they liked soccer- and the world game started a really animated and friendly exchange.
We got off at Auburn and the locals wished my students all the best luck.
Disaster turned into triumph. The coffee and pastries were good and my students insisted on shouting me.
These people were lovely folks who had gone through hell (seeing family members being killed or tortured plus the dangerous trip to Australia). But they were brave and resilient and I loved them.
I don’t know how things turned out for them. I was volunteering and I had to get back to paid work , but I do feel I made a difference- one of the older men came up to me after his first lesson, shook my hand and said “Thank you, my teacher “. Reduced me to tears, Allah bless him. Bless them all.
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October 19, 2022 at 1:00 am |
Good one for you Therese Trouserzoff.
What is going on now with those refugees still in detention? I was hoping that Albanese would make some noises in the direction of freeing all refugees in detention. Apart from the inhumane aspect, it is costing billions.
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