PLEASE NOTE – If you can not recognise sarcasm, then you’re reading the wrong blog!
I spent my entire existence embedded with a fear and guilt and disgust at the attitude of my beloved Country,
towards ANYONE (everyone?!?)
who comes from another culture/country.
The Australian media are famous for coining the phrase “Illegal Immigrant”.
Because we were colonised by a bunch of ‘whitees’ who decade after decade, century after century,
generation after generation expoused the notion that ‘difference is dangerous’. . . .
* Philosophy (religion)
* Method of mourning
I am the daughter of an immigrant.
My Mum is from South Africa.
I was just lucky** enough that my Mum has strong Western European physical features.
I was in high school from 1983-1987.
Apartheid in South Africa ceased in 1994,
However the strongest world-wide opposition to apartheid
began with international bans & sanctions by Western Democracies in 1985.
BUT . . . .
. . . . . . . . . I was repeatedly taunted in high school that
my Mum HAD to be racist
as she was a white woman from a country
that openly oppressed the majority of blacks.
Please tell me that you can see the irony
that I was being judged the daughter of a racist
which in itself was a racist taunt?????
I even had the gall to call her a racist based on this very same argument.
It’s ok to call me a “fuck-wit” under your breath.
I was, after all!!!!
I have also physically, mentally and emotionally fought
through every cognitiviely-aware year that I have lived on this Earth,
the ‘education’ I have received via the media and government.
It is a daily struggle to be unaffected and clear headed about
immigrations, refugees, other cultures and multiculturalism.
and this is a BIG ‘but’:
I am grateful EVERY SINGLE DAY
of my life,
that I have enough intelligence
what I read and hear.
it means I am exposed to wonderful opportunity and delight.
* Other customs
(and down right healthy!!!)
Chicken Kebab with The Lot, tabooli and turkish delight.
All handmade on site at my local Kebab shop.
thank you Murat.
For coming to my country in 1996
and bringing your wife and your 17 day-old son, Serdar (your father’s name)
and for moving to my town in 2013 with Serdar
and your second son, Ali Baran.
And thank you to your cousins
Hankan (2010) & Emirhan (2011) for joining him.
So that I can enjoy the beautiful culture from your native Kurdish Turkey .
I am so very grateful that you came!
** when I say ‘lucky’, I mean it in the sense that other people would consider that I was lucky not to be born with another coloured skin.