Dear xenophobic bogans,
Imagine you’re at the beach smashing a slab of VB tins with a few mates. Brayden removes his Bintang singlet to proudly display his hectic Ned Kelly/Southern Cross back piece, Jayden is, by his own admission, "Swole as fuck for Stereo, brah, YEEEEW", and Kymberleigh-Montana-Dakotah-Kruze is lungin’ durries like a champion and saying "Cunt" a lot.
From a distance, you notice a group of people huddled at the shore. As you get closer, you see the limp, lifeless body of a fully clothed toddler face down in the cold, wet sand.
Imagine how horrifying this would be.
As you probably know, Aylan Kurdi—a three-year-old asylum-seeker from war-torn Syria—drowned alongside his mother and brother this week whilst seeking refuge from hell on earth. His tiny corpse rag-dolled by the high seas before being washed ashore on a Turkish beach. Aylan’s father, Abdullah, was the only one to survive.
Now, imagine if this dead child was little Blayde, Mikayla, Tyffany-Crystal-Mercedes-Armani, or one of your other quadruple-barrelled bogan offspring.
Doesn’t that thought alone make you want to scratch that ‘FUCK OFF, WE’RE FULL’ sticker off your Commodore, and stop sharing semi-literate, jingoistic Facebook posts from so-called ‘patriot’ groups? By the way, that iPhone you’re using to share those posts wouldn’t exist without Steve Jobs, the son of a Syrian migrant.
I wonder what Aylan would’ve done with his life.
Sadly, the plight of Aylan and his family probably won’t alter your xenophobic viewpoint. You’ll probably continue echoing the same tired arguments against boat people, "They’re economic refugees, criminals, Sharia law-peddling terrorists and queue-jumpers"; ignoring the fact that it’s not illegal to seek asylum in Australia, regardless of arrival method or if valid travel and identity documents are held—even for "Camel jockeys and fuckin’ ragheads".
These facts will probably mean nothing to you, and you'll more than likely continue getting your news from A Current Affair, chugging Monster energy drinks, regarding Zoo Weekly as the pinnacle of modern literature, and beginning sentences with "I’m not racist, but…"
So, next time your half-naked, patriotic torso is wrapped in the Australian flag you adore so much, remember these lines from the seldom recited second verse of our national anthem...
"For those who’ve come across the seas
We’ve boundless plains to share"
Then think about the immense social and economic benefits of a multicultural Australia, and that you're only here because your ancestors came from a foreign land.
Shit, I just realised that there's a good chance you can't read this, because you know, literacy. But if you can, perhaps the words of Aylan's father, Abdullah, will have some kind of impact on you, but again, probably not.
"Everything I was dreaming of is gone. I want to bury my children and sit beside them until I die".
Regards,
Rich Wisken
(and the other Australians who care)
Original Source: http://richwiskendrinks.blogspot.com.au/
