“It’s Invasion day not Australia day”.
That was the name of our (Salts) team for musical trivia on the most disgusting of holidays ever. We picked this name because a) it is true and b) if we won it would be read out for all to hear. We didn’t expect to win and it looked like we were losing but then after me and my comrade left the pub we got a text saying we had won and everyone had heard our message. If was a good way to finish an extraordinary day.
the beginning of the day was good. the later part brilliant. i walked to the bus stop alone in the dark at 4am which is something ive never been allowed to do. met comrades at central station and we made our way from sydney to canberra for the corroborree to mark the aboriginal tent embassy's 40th aniversary. along the way we talked politics, scandals and sang along to Alistair hullet's music all together. "this is the recession we had to have cause this is the system we live undeeerrrr", "cap-i-tal-ism it is dying kick it oooooverrr".
we got there, the rally was good, everyone was political, everyone had the right idea about the cops and everyone was as angry as us. usually we are the loudest and passionate but not so there. so good. the speakers were all involved in black rights stuff.
the perk of the day though was when we mobbed our prime minister and opposition leader. the opposition leader had said something disgustingly racist, like i couldnt believe he had said it and neither could the comrade i was sitting with(which is saying something because abbot is a racist prick) and this was announced over the mic and we were told he was 200m to the side so my comrade suggests we check it out and only a few people initially moved to go. we were some of the first there. we chanted at them for a long while- "always was always will be aboriginal land", racist & shame then we were suddenly joined by the rest of the protesters including our comrades who realised stuff was happening. we kept it up and by the gods was it good to see them shiver with fear. the women all seized their handbags as if the blacks were gonna bust in through the windows and steal them and the politians would glance at us nervously through the sides of their eyes. they should have been afraid. these poor black people they've spent centuries degrading are fighting back. our PM lost her shoe and one of us picked it up and gave it to the embassy. they deserve it. it is their trophy. one of the aboriginal activists said it was deliberate inciting of a race riot and it so was.
one comrade also brought a book he said he would lend me which was written by a comrade in the britsh socialist workers party which was very thoughtful of him. seriously you could buy my soul with books.