Still Can'T Call Australia Homeno matter how long I have lived here I am treated as an outsider.Its the eve before australia day.
For some this is the day where its celebrated and parioticalled accepted and expected that drunk or white male supremists get together and bully,intimidate anybody that doesn’t sound or look like an local ‘aussie’. The alcohol fuelled racism has begun early the night before. You are minding your own business and it seems around this time everyone’s free license allows them to be as racist and as non-inclusive as possible. The chanting or the slurs about color as you walk past. The intimidation and aggression of those wrapped in the aussie flag calling out racist obscenities on a PA system. The constant stares of intolerance and being looked up and down and assessed. The blokes mentality of how the opposite sex should look like and behave and dress and if you are not like this then you need to be singled out and harassed. Silly comments that women are taking over everything and that somehow having black skin means you are a threat. It gets to you and you feel like going on a payback rampage yourself. You know you have done everything to fit in but the skin color always sets you apart like a disease with spots. The constant harrasment and assumption too that being brown means you speak with an indian or foreign accent and are a muslim from the west. The comments freely made that just coz your skin is a different colour then you must blow things up for a living like all terorrists. The fact that you have to equate your plans around how long you cdan stay out before hiding or weather you can indeed go out and face the day of onslaughts.