I’ve come across a few people (like ex-AFL player Grant Thomas) who are anti-racist but think “not all the booing is racism” and Adam Goodes doesn’t deserve it but “could handle it better” etc. It reminds me of what Martin Luther King Jr said about “white moderates” supposedly on his side:

“I must confess that over the past few years I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate … who is more devoted to “order” than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says: “I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action” … Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.“


So I’ve finally made it to Florida. I’m so tired!

One full day left to enjoy the stores of Jacksonville and Orlando before it’s off to Miami to prepare for the very long journey home.

It’s been a wild adventure which has taken me to more stores, states and cities than I would have ever imagined before the idea was put on the table.

I can’t wait to do it again and visit the stores I missed this time. The East Coast is a nerd’s paradise!


Хочу познакомить вас с моей подружкой. Моя девочка любимая. Она со мной уже три недели.
I want to introduce to you my sweet girl. 3 weeks together. 🐶🐶

Charlie Pickering: “I know nothing about racism in Australia.”

And unless you’ve experienced it, neither do you.

“I’m just calling to talk about this whole Adam Goodes thing… I just wanted to say that I don’t think racism is that bad in Australia. I just think it’s not such a big deal.”

– Jan from Hawthorn, white, first time caller, long time listener.

I know nothing about racism in Australia.

I cried with pride when an Australian Prime Minister finally apologised to the stolen generation on behalf of the Australian government.

I remember clearly the day that Nicky Winmar lifted his shirt to show how proud he was of his black skin. And I know why, for a significant and important part of our national community, January 26 is not a day of celebration.

But I know nothing about racism in Australia.

I know that until the 1967 referendum altered our constitution to include all Australians as enfranchised citizens, our first peoples were regulated by the Flora & Fauna Act. I know that this classification of Indigenous Australians as animals wasn’t just offensive on face value, but enabled the brutalisation and murder of countless human beings in a long, dark period of our history that should be remembered with shame.

I know that attitudes of white racial superiority weren’t just attitudes, they were structural planks of our legal framework. Prejudice wasn’t just a kind of bigoted ignorance, it was the law. For decades upon decades upon decades upon decades, Indigenous Australians lived in a land, their land, where in the eyes of the law they were literally classed as animals.  And I know that goes some way to explaining why calling someone an ape is more than just a bit of juvenile name calling.

I know that we never had an Emancipation Proclamation. We never had half of our white population mobilise in Civil War in the defence of the liberty of black Australians.

We never had a leader risking their position, their entire nation and ultimately their life on the very principle that all were created equal, regardless of the colour of their skin.

I know that our history is by and large missing the landmark moments of genuine national importance which stand as reminders that, as a nation, we believe race should not determine your place, your prospects or your standing in society.

And I know that when, after nearly 200 years of white settlement, our constitution was finally rewritten to make amends for the past, the power of that decision lay entirely in the hands of the white population. It happened when white Australia was ready.

But I know nothing about racism in Australia.

I know that if I was born Aboriginal, I could quite confidently expect to receive less education, earn less money, have worse health and die younger than if I had been born white. I would be significantly less likely to achieve minimum standards of literacy and numeracy and significantly more likely to be unemployed, incarcerated or a victim of domestic violence. And I also know that I’ve never really had to worry about that once in my life.

I know that as an Essendon supporter, I have, for a long time, been a huge fan of Indigenous footballers. But I also know that football has been one of the only places that Indigenous Australians have reached places of genuine prominence and renown in the broader Australian community.

I know that while Michael Long, Deborah Mailman and Jimmy Little are household names, Marcia Langton is not a household name. And I know that she should be. She is one of Australia’s leading scholars whose remarkable academic ability has seen her become one of this country’s leading intellectuals. She is one of the most fascinating people I have ever seen speak, though her story is rare.

But I know nothing about racism in Australia.

I do know that this week I heard a whole lot of white people calling radio stations to say that because I’m not racist and most people I know aren’t racist and because “Australia has come a long way” that racism “isn’t as big a problem as everyone’s making out”.

I heard a lot of people say that while they did get why ape wasn’t “a good thing to call someone”, it “wasn’t that offensive” and in fact “maybe it’s not racist at all”.

I heard a lot of white Australians (and one highly visible one in particular) say how conscious they were of never letting racism take a foothold. But while their sentiment is welcome and important, it shouldn’t be an exception. And while their hearts are without doubt in the right place, I know that none of them were ever refused a ride in a cab because of the colour of their skin.

In the past week, we have been offered a view of racism from a broad spectrum of white voices on mainstream media. Media which, after all, are pretty much white media. For most of the last week we have been listening to a white echo chamber trying to reassure itself that everything is okay.

And I know that every time I shut up long enough to listen to an Indigenous voice, I learned something. And, as is often the way, the more I learned the more I realised how little I knew.


Charlie is totally on point with this. And I’d like to add a personal note here. This has been frustrating me for such a long time now because Adam Goodes did nothing wrong, especially when you consider that when Greg Inglis scores a try in the NRL he does what I’ve heard referred to as a ‘crawling goanna’ I don’t know if that’s the proper name but it does imitate a goanna and I think he’s called it that too so I’ll go with that, and the fact that every time New Zealand plays football they perform the Haka beforehand (mostly the welcome but sometimes, during grudge matches or high stakes matches, they’ll do a different one, I think it’s a war one? I’m not sure! Help! I don’t want to be offensive, all I know is I really like watching them do the Haka) - anyway, to me all of those things are just representative of these peoples’ heritage and there isn’t anything wrong with incorporating that into sporting events (especially war cries in such a violent sport as football but I digress).

sagesins asked:

2 or 11 for JackRabbit. It doesn't have to be shippy it can be bromance, I just wanna see an Ausie write Bunnymund's dialog. -chinhands-

Send me a pairing and a number and I’ll write you a drabble.

11. “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

“Seriously kiddo, if you keep going I’m gonna lose the plot.”

Jack grinned, hanging upside down over Bunny’s crouched form while he rained a steady form of flakes right over the area he’d set up to paint.

“I thought you’d already lost it,” he replied innocently, twirling his fingers in a circle. The comment was met with a snort in reply, and Jack grinned to himself.

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