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Monday, May 30, 2016

R.S.V.P.

R.S.V.P.

The power of choice is one of the most creative gifts we are given. Yet it is astounding that so few people realise when they are actually making choices. “I have to....” prefaces the declarations of intent of those who duck the responsibilities that go hand-in-hand with such life gifts. When things go pear-shaped as a consequence of actions taken in ignorance of the freedom that is ours, many times you'll hear the complaint “I have no choice.” In 98% of cases, this is simply not true.

Although we follow many prior choices every minute of the day, we rarely make neutral choices. Each choice has a mix of positive or negative consequence for us at some level. This rule applies equally to choices made consciously (responses) and those made by default out of habit (reactions)

The most important choices we make are our the attitudes we select and assume. Our attitudes result from the accumulation of multiple decisions and reactions to early-life experiences that prompt particular, unarticulated beliefs about ideas and conclusions like “This is the way life is”, “This is the way I am”. These prior decisions and reactions, instituted at inception without consideration, are not thought out as we repeat them: if anything, they think us! Once again, we are slaves to our own insensibility.

Contrary to some beliefs, circumstances alone do not determine our attitudes and consequent choices. There are other strong variables that come into play, such as character, personality, culture, general social consciousness, and the external influence of significant others. There are heaps of examples of children of the same parentage and identical circumstances growing up with radically differing attitudes. I guess the good news of that is “We can rise above our raising.”

There's a story I love to tell about the father of two rather over-privileged twin boys who picked them up from school on their 9th birthday and told them “Your birthday present is waiting for each of you in your bedrooms when we get home.” As soon as the 4WD pulled up in the garage, the boys shot out of the back seat and headed toward their bedrooms. Within 30 seconds there was a howl of hurt and rage from one room, followed by a very irate little boy yelling “My room is full of horeshit!!, further followed by slamming doors and much caterwauling.
Eventually the noise died down as the boy went off to sulk elsewhere. Silence fell. An eerie silence, since the father realised that the other son had not uttered a sound. After several minutes, he could stand it no longer. He tiptoed upstairs to his other son's room. Silence, apart from soft shuffling noises. Gingerly the father pushed the door open. His son was quietly circling the pile of manure, prodding it with a ruler and muttering to himself, “There's got to be a pony in here somewhere.”

Our predominant attitude to life in all its manifestations is a product of both nature and nurture, which in turn are determined by our choices. And ultimately we are the sole author of our choices. If this were not so, there'd be no point to the game.

Let’s look at why such a simple choice—embracing a positive or negative attitude—is more challenging than it appears for many people.

Just think of the last time you were in deep thought about your plans for the evening while driving home from work. As you pull into your driveway you suddenly “come to” and wonder to yourself, “How did I get home?” The car seemed to practically drive itself. Driving is a relatively complex task, requiring many choices along the way—turn right, turn left, slow down, stop, change lanes. Still, driving home can be successfully performed almost subconsciously; most of us do it far too often, then wonder why “accidents” happen!

Be that as it may, consider the multitude of much smaller choices we make each day that we don’t really think about: waking up, going to the toilet, showering, brushing our teeth, getting and eating breakfast. There was a time when we had to laboriously learn how to do these initially intricate tasks but long since, they have become unconscious habits.

Saying “good morning” to a colleague, eating our lunch, performing a repetitive job duty, and so on are largely relegated to the realm of mindless activity. That's not always a bad thing. Subconscious actions are useful much of the time, but there comes a point if we want to elevate our enjoyment of life to something better than we're experiencing right now, we must raise our awareness level and consciously choose our attitude to influence our results. We do that by reversing the habit, and applying conscious awareness and attention to whatever we're doing, while we're doing it. Every time we catch ourself acting by rote, we gently bring our attention back to the task and simply become aware of what we're doing, what it feels like, and what effects we're having. With persistence, being present and available becomes our new habitual state of being. And that's where things liven up.

Our ability to choose is a gift of grace but, as with most gifts, the greater the gift, the greater the responsibility that comes with it. No matter what today’s “it’s not my fault” culture encourages, we are all ultimately responsible for our own choices, and the decisions that flow from them. In fact, you may have noticed in previous posts that I like to write the word responsibility as “response-ability”. All sentient life reacts; as humans, we have the possibly unique ability, and responsibility, to respond.

Here’s a scenario repeated daily. Family dinners are important at the Smith house. Jim and Jane Smith and their two children (John, age three, and Janie, age four) just sat down at the table. Before the first bite of dinner is enjoyed, John spills his milk and it goes everywhere.

A reaction to this event might sound something like: “John! Look what you're doing! Every time we eat, this happens. You clumsy daydreaming oaf!! Wake up to yourself! Think, son, think! Do you want to eat in your room from now on?”

A response to this event might sound more like: “Uh-oh, John. Let’s get a sponge and clean this up so you can eat your dinner.”

When you react, you make a purely emotional and subconscious decision. A choice to allow your self to react without consideration is already in play in the background. You react robotically – there's a stimulus and you react, usually predictably. Often, because of how your experiences and prior choices have programmed your subconscious mind, your reactions do not help you achieve the best results. In fact they may produce exactly the reverse results of what you'd really like. Reactions, by their very nature are counter-intuitive.

On the other hand, when you respond consciously to a situation, you make a constructive and aware decision. That’s why emergency services set up emergency response teams, not emergency reaction teams. If we had reaction teams, ambulance, fire, paramedic and SES services would have to do training in running around in blind panic, screeching like demented monkeys and tearing their hair out. Impressive, maybe, but useless.

When you simply react, your primitive emotional instinct is in control, with little access available to higher-level thinking, and no chance of imagining long-range consequences. It's the lazy option. It's the option of life's victims

When you respond, your brain is fully engaged and your self-awareness is high. You have the long-term consequences in mind. This choice requires a conscious choice, purposeful intent, commitment to preferred outcomes, and training. It's the option of life's authors.

We all experience plenty of negative situations and people. Remember the 80/20 Rule? Choosing to respond appropriately instead of react blindly puts you in the desired 20%, and sets us on-track to positively orchestrate our attitudes–and live fruitful lives of purposeful intention.


The effort is worth it. Really.

IT'S TIME TO PRUNE

IT'S TIME TO PRUNE

One of the suggestions I was, and still am often given by directors, editors and mentors during my working life is this…less is usually more. In other words, when given the opportunity to simplify whatever you're involved with…take it. It makes you happier and more effective.

I compare it to pruning a tree. By removing the excess branches, the tree has more energy to bear beautiful blossoms and/or healthy fruit. Your life is no different. When you continually prune the areas not bearing fruit or heading in the wrong direction, you will be able to focus your attention and energy on what matters most.

Granted, “simplifying your life” means many things to different people. Some try to do it by engaging less with living, course not recommended because the whole purpose of being alive is to get more out of the process of living

For others, though, “simplifying” can mean removing unnecessary complication, recalibrating in such a way that you achieve more time for what's important or urgent, less stress, less clutter, fewer bills, fewer relationships that deplete you, less identification, a few less “causes” to fight for, and greater peace of mind. Your personal quest for simplicity may involve one or more of these pursuits. However, I can only share with you what has worked for me, and I hope you can relate. Consider these three basic starter-suggestions:

Say goodbye to “the Joneses”—This was never a big one for me, except in the sense that I wanted people to like me (yes, well I still do, but I'm not as desperate as I used to be.) But I watch other people chasing symbols and reassurances of success with an all-consuming obsession, living an existence that has a very hollow resonance to it when the bell rings for the end of the round. The Joneses focus on living in a larger house in a “better” suburb, driving a more prestigious car, joining the right clubs, getting more “friends” and “likes” on social media, chasing after fame and plaudits and updating your wardrobe. Such pursuits proffer a degree of gratification and shots of self-importance for a while but, like last year's iPhone, indulgence has a short life-span, and delivers no balanced stability or peace of mind when things aren't going so well. Before you make your next acquisition, ask yourself these simple questions:

  • Is this something I really need?
  • Can I do without it?
  • Will it make a permanent positive difference in my life?
  • Is it worth the price – the real cost – to me?

Live by the 80/20 RuleIn business, there’s a rule of thumb that twenty percent of the sales people will generate eighty percent of the business, and that eighty percent of your customers will return to you only twenty percent of your rewards. I’ve found both to be true.

I’m suggesting that you apply the rule to your personal life. First, identify the twenty percent of problems that create eighty percent of your stress in life. Then, focus on resolving that problematic twenty percent.

Similarly, only 20% of your acquaintances will qualify as worthwhile friends, yet it's the other 80% who will want to suck up 80% of your time and attention – usually either on trivialities or issues that are really none of your business anyway. If you hadn't realised this before, don't take my word for it. Just be aware, and observe how and which people take up most of your time and demands on your attention. Then decide if your life would benefit from some weeding-out, pruning and culling. I think you'll be surprised at how much clutter you're carrying, and how little of it really belongs at your doorstep.

You’ll be amazed at how much better you’ll feel by making progress on these major issues. I also predict you’ll get a boost in buoyancy even from just making the list.

Unload your emotional baggage—I'm talking about the carry-on stuff that loads you down, takes up space, holds you back, deprives you of contented sleep, obscures who you really are in your heart, and sabotages your noblest efforts. Burdens like hate, jealousy, anger, and resentment can obscure you to the world, wear you out until you get “sick and tired...”, and lower an invisible ceiling on you. Until we let go of our baggage we can never get out from under. Remember, we're like performing fleas – we'll only jump as high as where we think the ceiling is. Repeat to yourself the words of William Ward, “Forgiveness is the key that unlocks the handcuffs of hate.” 

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There is absolutely no shortage of books available on the subject of simplifying your life, and I recommend you get any one that appeals to you, either by title or by author – you really can't make a wrong choice on this.

And until you do start reading and practising how to pare back, you can start your journey by practising the three suggestions, until they become automatic habits. Every time you feel your self getting choked up and burdened down, stand back and take a look at your life. What can I do without here, what can I weed out now, what can I cull, what can I prune? You, your wellbeing and and your attitude will thank you for it, and so will those who are dearest to you.

William James, over a century ago, said, “The greatest discovery of this generation is that a human being can alter their life by altering their attitude.” Over the years I have seen it happen countless times. What most people fail to realise is that your attitude not only impacts your happiness and your success, it also can impact the happiness and success of all the people around you…your family, your friends, and your peers at work. Attitudes pervade the atmosphere around you, and are truly are contagious. From time to time we need to ask ourselves…“is mine worth catching?”

There is no way to overstate the importance of an embracing, creative attitude in your life. However, no one can underestimate the difficulty in maintaining it. It’s not easy, and it’s a very personal thing, but it can be done.

It’s my hope that whatever guide-book you choose to guide you on your journey further will be a useful tool in helping you:

  • Manage your energy levels
  • Keep your spirit alive and sparking
  • Take new paths
  • Reduce your debilitating stress levels
  • Develop the “Human Touch” – empathy
  • Engage with your fears
  • Live in awe
  • Savour small successes
  • Burn brightly without burning out
  • Stabilise yourself when the storms blow through

Sunday, May 29, 2016

THE POINT IS.....

Have you noticed.......?

Every time a wise person points to the stars

Along come the fools who point at the finger.

Saturday, May 28, 2016

WHAT MATTERS MOST?


WHAT MATTERS MOST?


With a little perspective you can live a life of Conscious Intent.

I find that the secret to living a full life is to live it from as many differing perspectives as my mind will allow me. I stand in a single perspective for a while, as if it is the truth, for as long as it takes to get a feel for what realities I experience in that place. Every new perspective provides me with a different point of view, a different angle, a different slant, and I get to see different things around the same situation. From some angles I get to see things I could not see from other angles.

Each insight is in itself real and true, but not the whole shebang – each revelation is a slice of reality and a sliver of “the whole truth”. Now this wholistic quest for truth is not the road usually traveled. Most people can't be bothered. They habitually adopt one perspective, close one eye, and tell themselves “This is The Truth”, and they proclaim to the rest of the world “I'm right!” And we always get to be right because the positions we take are always self-proving. This is how the game works.

If you are one of these positional people, don't bother reading further. Move on to something else; this isn't for you. And if you think to read this then prove me “wrong”, you're wasting your time. What follows is neither right nor wrong. And I don't believe it; I don't disbelieve it either. It's neutral. So whatever you say to prove me “wrong”, I'll just agree with you – “You're right! Congratulations, and thank you for your perspective.” And I'll just move on to another perspective.

What I propose now is a game in which I will take you to two opposing ends of the same see-saw. At one end I place “Nothing Matters”; at the other end I put “Everything Matters”. I simply ask you to open your mind and sit with me at each end in turn and, for a few minutes, get a feel for it. At the end of the game, I will leave you quietly to make your own choices.

Deal? OK Here we go ----- What matters most?

Do you sometimes find yourself prioritising what you select to do by levels of Urgency? Or is Importance your primary motivator? For example, say there's a rush job at work that has to be out on the overnight flight, just when you're heading home to have tea with your family. Does what's Urgent get your priority, or what's Important? Which, for you, is which?

Similarly, do you find yourself evaluating the results of your actions by some personal hierarchy of importance? For example, the time you spend with friends is important, but maybe the time you spend with family, is more important to you. Or, you might rank 3 hours fishing as very important, thirty minutes visiting a sick friend in the hospital much more important than the fishing, and a sixty-second conversation with a shop assistant as not very important at all. Of course you do. We all do it. But just because we all do something by default doesn't necessarily make it a good idea. One day you may discover that the 60-second interchange with the checkout lady turned out to put all the other activities into the pale. You rarely know at the time.

It's imperative at this point to realise that your hierarchies of value and importance are indeed yours; they are personal. You may have picked them up from others – parents, family, friends, teachers, social and cultural norms and such, but you make them yours the minute you adopt them. But then something unforeseen happens. They turn on you and adopt you. Let me spell this out for you as clearly as I can – unless and until you become unusually aware, you do not have your principles, values and hierarchies of importance – no -- they have you. What we pride ourselves to be “our” principles and values are not “ours” at all. They existed before us, we picked some of them up and identified our “self” with them, keeping them alive and kicking. Ideas, concepts, beliefs, judgments and opinions use us for their own survival, and we die on the altar of upholding them.

There's nothing wrong with it – if you cannot find a better reason to live, then you might as well die for a principle. Many will call you noble and may even award you a medal for it. But that Principle isn't even yours, you're just fostering it. Well, you console yourself, it beats the hell out of dying for nothing, though. Or does it? I mean, after you die, what have you got? Nothing. What are you? Nothing. What good are "your" principles then? They're somebody else's now. 

So many people have died in the name of Principles – what good has it done? We still have the politicians we've got, the high priests we've got, the corruption we've got, the crime we've got, the war mongers we've got, the hypocrisies, the poverty, the injustices. Someone dying for their principles hasn't stopped any of that. So to the bloke who died on the cross I ask in all humility -- “Excuse me Jesus. Please tell me again why you did it?”

Hey, I got born for the experience of being born. I decide to go on living for the experience of this here and now, to see how it works out. And I'll die – you guessed it, to see what it's like. Nothing more. If there is something next – that's OK too. I'll say yes to that. If there isn't, then it won't matter, will it?

Until you become fully self-aware, you are utterly at the mercy of your own stuff (principles, values, beliefs, opinions, conclusions, fears, evaluations....) History and literature are choc-a-block with stories of people who actually died for their principles, and beliefs. The stuff of legends and  excellent fodder for operas – but what's the point? Once you're dead, there's no-one to care about them any more, except those who are still alive who have also been bitten by the same bug.

Your life begins to transform in a very profound way when you finally wake up to the possibility that, perhaps in the grand scheme of things, nothing matters, and in the here/now - everything matters. For now, let's explore the latter face of the coin that says every move counts as much as any other.

When everything matters, you will begin living a life of conscious intent, and that right there (conscious intent) is a basic ingredient of experiencing satisfaction and contentment. A life lived on intended purpose will make you a better parent, a better spouse, a more functional producer and a more valuable friend than one whose life is lived like windblown thistledown. Your productivity and success will sound out new heights and depths while the old days of flatline uncertainty, doubt, and depression fade into the past.

Any salesperson worth his/her salt will tell you that casual conversations in town matter just as much as an arranged meeting with a major prospect, because we cannot accurately predict where or who which ripples are going to reach. Successful game-players and game-changers see proof that one player's every action on and off the field, is as critical to the team’s successful season as everything done by the rest of the team. You can't sink or sail half a boat.

When a teenager has, in his early years, been given the opportunity to experience and understand that every choice made in leisure today will affect the choices that will be available to him in more pressing times ahead, I'll read a lot less despair in the morning papers about "the younger generation". This is a parental responsibility, by instruction and example.


When one lives a life of permanent purpose, sales figures soar, team alchemy thrives and teenage decisions become wiser and more aware of consequences. That makes for mature future parents and leaders, and elders that rate as national treasures, rather than geriatric idiots. And these are just a few examples of what will happen when we lay aside the silliness of self-importance…Simply put, when we live life as if every action matters equally, awareness is called in, and every result of our actions immediately improves!

The proof is in the implementation. If you wait for proof of success before you try a new idea, you could wind up waiting forever. Rodney Dangerfield quipped I remember the time I was kidnapped and they sent a piece of my finger to my father. He said he wanted more proof.

Faced with a choice between changing one's mind and proving that there is no need to do so, almost everyone insists on the proof and ignores the dire and obvious need.You ignore anything at your peril. You put off acting now at the price of a train-wreck later. I know from experience before and since awakening, that when you start doing what you mean, and meaning what you do, you give your life “significance”. You not only find hope and direction for yourself, but also equip yourself to lead others to their own life of permanent purpose! Every move we make and every action we take, matters -- for us, and for all of us…and for all time.

.....AND.....

Nothing matters, too.

But you're going to have to make a switch here. For the “Everything Matters” game, I've been engaging with your mind for the past few minutes. But your mind can't deal with “Nothing matters”; another tool is called for – your heart. Can I speak to that for a few minutes?

Thank you.

When you finally get that nothing matters, you are free. You are off the hooks and in Paradise. You are finally free of the only cause of suffering – identification. You're free of the only dis-ease – Self Importance.

Blogger John Herrman wrote: “You’re just an atom in a molecule in a grain of sand on a tiny beach on a vast continent in an infinte cosmos! You are small and the Universe is indifferent". God doesn't give a bugger. How do you feel about that? How do you adjust to that possibility? 

Surrender to it. Sit with it until the shock subsides and the last of the ripples dissolves into complete calm. No matter how long it takes. Just learn to do what your mind cannot abide – nothing. Be with the idea, and be with nothing. Your mind will go berserk for a while: let it. It is nothing – pay it no mind.


Don't get involved. Eventually you will then find who/what you are.


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OK. Game over. Did you get a different feel for each end? What resonates for you?

Or did you find that it depends on the situation and the people involved – “Everything matters – except sometimes” AND “Nothing matters – except sometimes”?

Whichever way, you have now thought around it and you are more aware than you were a few minutes ago. Now watch how your experience of the world changes! Don't interfere, just observe the differences.

So, returning to the original question – What matters most? For me, it's a no-brainer (in more ways than one) – When Nothing matters most, I'm free. Something, at best, can only ever give rise to something else. But Nothing always has, and still does produce anything you want out of the field of infinite possibility. While ever you hang on to something, you limit your possibilities. When you give it all up, you get some of it back and a lot of something-elses that you couldn't previously see out there.

When you finally wake up to nothing and can be at peace with that, then it's OK to get involved as a free agent, and find how powerful you are. But you will never be powerful until you firstly really get how powerless you are while ever you give a hoot. Angry, violent, manipulative, overbearing, sneaky, sly, or noisy maybe. How many times have you heard a pollie say "I'm passionate about this"? But powerful? No. Never.

When Everything matters most, I have integrity and I'm balanced. Nothing is discarded, nothing is missing. I get that I am the whole, and that if there's any thing in the universe that I need, I know where to go for it.

This is how I do “my” writing and “my” radio shows. I formulate a question, put it out there, then take dictation. The answers are always coming. The trick is to ask good questions, and remember what they were when the answers start rolling in.

Friday, May 27, 2016

ENRICHING IMMIGRATION

ENRICHING IMMIGRATION

In Australia right now the subject of Immigration policy is, once again, divisive, personal, social and psychological. It's also highly political and cultural and, as much as we may protest “Not so!”, religious bigotry creeps into the mess, too.

It seems impossible to have any kind of discussion about Immigration without a mess of prejudices, self-righteous positions, biased opinions, contradictions and double-standards being dumped on the table. Well, we're human, aren't we? And to delude ourselves that such a cleansed debate is possible is utter nonsense. To illustrate what I mean, in the first draft of this essay my first three words were “In my country....” When I started to re-read what I'd written, I had to stop right there. “Hang on,” I thought, “This isn't “my” country at all. Sure I was born here, as were my father, mother, grandparents and great-grandparents. But before that, we were immigrants from Cornwall and, before that, refugees from southern France. This is not my country at all. Standing alongside Jack Charles in Alex Buzo's play “Macquarie” at the MTC, it was very obvious to the audiences whose country this is, and it was not me, either in character or out of it.

While I'm in the mood for declaring my prejudices, I confess that, when suddenly confronted by someone wearing the full burqua, I feel uneasy. And since it doesn't happen very often and I've not yet been in a positions to converse with such people, that uneasiness persists. But I do get this --- my uneasiness is my creation, and it has nothing to do with whoever is wearing the burqa. Message to self -- "Deal with the author of your unease -- your self, Barrie"

So most discussion about the problem begins with that false assumption that “this is MY country”. Not even tribal aboriginals make that claim. As one guy said to me at Uluru – “We are not the owners of this land; how can we “own” our mother? We come from country, and are the care-takers and beneficiaries of a place called 'home'. Not 'my' home or 'your' home or 'her' home – just 'Home' – Country.” That was an “A-Hah!” moment for me.

Yet all through history we have chosen to turn our backs on inclusiveness and play games of separation, of limiting boundary-ing, of “mine” -v- “yours”, of native and foreign, of possession and dispossession, of dominance and subservience. In this country we have even come here as foreigners, taken over from the natives, and turned the tables, making ourselves into the "owners" and all others, including the original inhabitants, into aliens.
Why do we do that to each other? We have a finite amount of habitable space on this orb, so we go all out to reduce that by turning vast tracts of it into desert, and at the same time we engage in turf wars over what little is left in the name of “protecting our borders or interests”. What a mingy, miserable way to live!!

Chauvinism is not working, on any level. We have to somehow throw out the power-cliques that promote divisiveness. Between ourselves – real people – we are challenged right now to work out a more creative way of getting along. Hey, in a context of "Topdogs -v- Underdogs" the present system of “I'm here now and you can't be here in my space” is one way of getting along, but it is fast becoming evident to anyone with an ounce of awareness that this old, tribal thing that reportedly started at the Tower of Babel, has long since passed it use-by date. It isn't working, and we can't afford it any longer.

It is my view that immigration enriches Australia: culturally, economically, and spiritually. But one doesn't have to be a Rhodes Scholar to realise that we've gone horribly wrong somewhere, and that our current strategies are, to put it mildly, a dysfunctional mess of incompetence from 2 generations of politicians and bureaucrats who haven't a clue what they're doing, so have been quite content to generate and take advantage of ignorance and confusion and use “Immigration” as a cover for cruel, divisive and highly suspect hidden power-agendas.

When you hear the word “immigrant”, what conjures up in your mind?
Is your first reaction an image coming to mind of some person or group of people who in some way are “not-like-me”?
Is it a contentious debate over immigration policy reform?
Is it the memory of groups of strange people in strange dress wandering your neighbourhood or sitting on your tram, bus or train like aliens on the wrong planet?
Is it a thought about Boat People -v- Us?

Let's take a step or two back for a moment. Why do immigrants generally come to Australia? To escape persecution, war and famine, to get post-graduate training, to enter the work force in areas where we have trouble filling positions locally, and to create a better future for themselves and their children? Some immigrants have made seminal contributions in academia, the arts, small and large business, entrepreneurship, innovation and in groundbreaking scientific discoveries. Others have lived more ordinary lives of work, play, bringing up a family and contributing to their neighbourhood and social groupings, and minding their own business – a bit like you and me.

Here's a fact that most people are not aware of -- nearly one of every four of Australia's population of more than 22 million people was born overseas. Many, many more are the child of parents who came from abroad. And almost as soon as immigrants set foot on this soil, we expect them to regard Australia as “my country”. How unrealistic is that? Especially as we, personally, do so little to make them feel “at home”.

Here's a strange paradox, though –

Australia is predominantly a country of immigrants, but the Australian identity isn't an immigrant identity.

These two observations contradict each other. They don't sit comfortably together. They don't make any sense. Many of the thorny issues involved in immigration reform get stuck because we just don't own up to this reality, and the significance of it.

Another consequence of failing to recognise the paradox is that one kind of migrant (arriving long ago) seems to be more “Australian” than the other kind of migrant (arriving recently). And in our eyes a migrant's country of origin automatically makes him/her more or less “Australian than others – e.g. Ten-pound Poms are regarded as “more Aussie” than immigrants from mainland Europe, the Middle East or the Asian continent and archipelago. Even Pacific Islanders and Kiwis get a better reception than Sudanese – and if you're an indigenous native not wearing a suit and tie, regardless of your nation or language group, you're at the bottom of the acceptance scale, sitting even lower than someone in a burqua.

Wherever you come from, there is very real social and cultural pressure to forget your old identity and assimilate quickly. Yet even if you succeed at this, the amnesia that has been forced on each immigrant has its price in loneliness and anxiety over actually belonging to no country at all.

It seems to me that all immigrants have gone through, and still endure, the process of compulsory amnesia while making the transition to becoming "real" Australians – an undefined process that drags on long after they've made their hard-won Citizenship Vows. I have no idea how they're supposed to know when they've finally made it into The Club – I was born here so my unswerving Aussie-ness is assumed. Yes, I know the citizenship ceremony is supposed to mark that transition for those who were born elsewhere, but that ceremony is essentially a legal requirement for the immigrant, a chance for the local mayor to dress up in ridiculous costume and have pictures taken, and for eveyone to stand around politely sipping cups of tepid tea? (What if, one day we had instead a corroboree and passed around witchetty grubs and smoke goanna?) 

If anything, the present charade reinforces in its participants the nagging feeling of strangeness. How can any migrant feel anything but alienated from Australia when we, the club life-members can't even agree about what “being Australian” means? I suggest that, just as a fish doesn't know water until it's out of it, an immigrant has a far sharper and more deeply etched perception of what he's just given up than he has of what on earth he's come to. And all the correctly answered questions in the world about Don Bradman and Phar Lap are not going to make him suddenly feel right at home.

I know this, too, from personal experience. I never really knew what it felt like for me to be Australian until I left and migrated to Thailand. Then it hit me like a bolt of lightning. Suddenly the shoe was on the other foot. I remembered my childhood.......

Out of a farm in central Victoria, where I had no prior experience of immigrants (or aborigines for that matter), I was suddenly thrust at 6 years of age into Albury, a seething cauldron of “new Australians” escaping for the day, or longer, from the huge Bonegilla Migrant Camp – then a small city in its own right on the shore of Lake Hume. In the schoolyard I picked up on the prevailing zeitgeist of guilty until proven innocent-- that every “Balt” was a (politely) tolerated alien until he/she proved him/her self to be “one of us”. I never did know what they actually had to do to cross that Rubicon, and I still don't. It hasn't changed. My heart sinks every night when hapless perpetrators of major crime on the news, and minor misdemeanours on shows like “Highway Patrol” and “The Force” turn out to fit the stereotypes of drunken aboriginals, shifty Asians or angry Muslim males who are giving a finger to the country that has given them asylum. Intended or not, there's an element of “See, we were right about these people” behind the popularity of these shows. Reinforcing racial stereotyping.

I'm confused and dreadfully saddened by the barrage of snide emails and FB messages I get sent to me by acquaintances whom I know to be otherwise nice people, about how much welfare so-called illegal boat people get in comparison to “our own” citizens, and how pissed off I should be that “refugees get more than Aussie ex-servicemen” – claims all made without a shred of supporting evidence. Some of the bullshit flying on social media is mind-bogglingly moronic, myopic and utterly bewildering. And those who spew it out, presumably, vote! That scares me. Really.

How is it possible to come to so much mindless hatred of someone whose name we don't even know? I cannot begin to engage with this – there's no common ground for me to begin meeting them on. This is at the root of much of my current pall of helpless despair.

But, then, prejudices about refugees being automatically “illegals”, and dangerous radicals and freeloaders at that, aren't going to change simply by airing the facts. This is where I do start to find common ground with the knuckle-draggers. Each and every one of us would rather be right about our prejudices than be bothered by facts. This is a basic characteristic of every human ego. If it comes down to a choice – fact or the feeling of “being right”, fact will be the casualty. And to the redneck mind, “guilty until proven innocent” holds too much sway even if you arrived 'legally', especially as there's no agreement as to where the line for “proven innocent” is. My experience with blockheads is that they will die before they change their minds. I used to be like that – I know what it feels like; it feels Right!

Now that I've transformed somewhat, I change my mind more often than my Depends, and I'm treated with the utmost suspicion for it. People feel very threatened by, and hostile to someone with a flexible mind – “He's unreliable”, which is code for “I cannot predict which way he'll vote – he insists on taking things on a case-by case basis.” It's this pandemic insistence that others should be able to file you away permanently into a category that enables political parties to wield so much power. “The donkey vote” is alive and mandatory. I think it may have its roots in a rather sick need to belong, coupled with an abject fear of standing alone and putting you arse on the line.

Back to Immigration “policies” – For a migrant to be really successful at turning into an amnesiac Aussie, the best tactic is to be born the child of immigrants. At least you can rebel against them in your teens, and maybe even join ISIL or Al Quaeeda, for the same reasons that rebellious Christians of my era either joined pentecostal religions, or headed for Nimbin a grew dope. It's disgusting, isn't it, that in a land nearly totally comprised of non-indigenous aliens, your parents sold out on their heritage and worked so hard to dilute their foreign roots until they forgot their existence --- almost..

Assimilation, as unconsciously defined by Australians, is an ambivalent, happy/sad, win/lose affair. Oh yes, we have politicans like Malcolm Turnbull intoning how we are “the most successful multi-cultural nation in the world”, What he really means is that, during civic ceremonies and Australia Day or Anzac parades, national groups can leap and dance around in their colourful costumes and bang, pluck or blow on their weird exotic instruments with a less-than-even chance that the rest of us will suddenly turn feral and kill them. At such times we self-righteously pat ourselves on the back at how gregarious we are, but we won't walk the streets of Lakemba after nightfall. Instead we go home and “Share” emails about how “we should look after our soldiers before we spend a cent on refugees”, or “share if you agree that the burqua should be banned”. Every time I hear a politician intone “I am, you are, we are all Australian”, a voice in my head whispers “Remember Cronulla?” And in Adelaide the nightly news carries stories of drive-by attacks on suburban homes, and the witnesses interviewed are rarely fair, blue-eyed Arians. But maybe this is just an Adelaide thing. Maybe these things don't happen in Western Sydney, Blacktown, Woollahra, Mosman, Logan, Marangaroo (WA), or Thomastown. Contrary to the popular self-image we're force-fed by those who have something to gain by it, scratch an Aussie deep enough and you'll find a fascist prick. Look at Morrison and Dutton for Chrissake! Look at Abbott and Turnbull, too, because they're writing the storylines then hiding behind the aforesaid expendable pawns.

It could hardly be otherwise. At the present moment, during one of Australia’s periodic waves of politician-induced hostility toward immigrants, most “foreign-looking” people are suspect outsiders, and treated by us socially in the same way as our bodies treat invading microbes – 1) identify as a threat to survival, 2) isolate and 3) neutralise. I have understanding of both sides of this – I was happy to join in bullying and teasing of the “krauts” and “balts” at school; then just 12-13 years a go I experienced for a while being an immigrant – in Thailand. Lovely country, beautiful, gentle people, but they don't like foreigners – with some very understandable reasons. In Thailand, where rudeness is regarded as low-class, foreigners are charmingly tolerated as tourists – just – but not as citizens. They have a derogatory word for us = farang. It hit me hard to realise one day that, wherever I go in Australia, I can create a niche for myself with my name on it. But not in Thailand. Not possible. I now know a little of how it feels to be “foreign”. But that was in a gentle country like Thailand. In Australia you could lose your life for it. And the pressure-cooker is still on the boil – the ultra right-wing are seeing to that.

If I remember rightly, it was maybe a little better here, back in the 40s, 50s and 60s for immigrants when we at least called them more tolerantly “new Australians”. But in recent years, the animus of toxic tribalism has ramped up and no-one sees the double irony. Those casting "illegal" aspersions at would-be immigrants must first persuade the population to forget that they themselves came from immigrant stock. Those accused of being "illegal" (without charge or trial) must work as hard as possible to agree with us. Their only defense is to either forget what they are and where they came from, as fast as possible, or by getting uppity and demanding special rights – a choice that almost guarantees you will be ostracised. Look at the hysteria starting to erupt around, for example, halal certification. When rational discussion and facts further frustrate a redneck, he'llretreat behind a volley of "If they don't like it here, make them go back where they came from". 

Oh, there are some jobs and professions where we are so bereft of capable and willing workers that “foreigners” are allowed – sort of..... In country community hospitals, for example, prospective patients and administrators, anxious about staffing, make attractive offers to foreign doctors. When they arrive here, the jobs exist, as promised, but the welcome is a push/pull affair. They relieve the pressure of gaps in medical service delivery, but Australian-born doctors remain deeply suspicious of anyone with foreign training. A lot of immigrant doctors actually have to re-qualify -- ie. "do things our way" -- before they can practice here. That includes those trained and practised in China. Am I the only one who sees the arrogant absurdity of that?

Psychological survival for immigrants means relying on the time-honoured and utterly understandable mechanism of the immigrant community, coalescing into a cultural enclave. The Greeks live in one area, Italians in another, Sudanis, Muslims – all tending to gather tribally in a kind of voluntary ghetto. Enclaves are perceived by dinkum Aussies as a threat to their safety. These enclaves have traditionally developed in the cheaper, poorer, working-class inner-city suburbs, establishing house decoration styles, ethnic food shops and cafes, social clubs and places of worship. Eventually the acquired exotic flavour of those suburbs and their proximity to the CBD caused them to become trendy and sought after by up-market renovator/buyers, who economically squeezed the still-struggling emigrants further out to fringe and industrial suburbs. The luckier, smarter ones stayed, and became more prosperous. With prosperity came backyard barbecues, scotch whiskey, and husbands bragging about their first Mercedes. Willed amnesia became more fun. They were fortunate. Their choice to assimilate wasn’t made under hostile scrutiny, unlike the fate of today’s poor Asian, African and Middle Eastern Australians or religiously conservative Muslims.
Now, we have a situation in which mid-20th century refugees are resentful of the money being spent on today's refugees. And they have a point when they say – and I quote –

Nik Ziogopoulos
I emigrated to Australia over 60 years ago – On the ship there were Poms, Italians, Germans, Yugoslavs, Poles, Ukes (Ukrainians), Balts (from around the Baltic) and Greeks. (Note – All European people!!) all looking forward to starting a new life in Australia. I arrived with 30 quid in my pocket and that’s all I had to my name. Did I put my hand out?? Of course not – I got a job and paid my way just like everyone else who came to this country back then.

Now, it’s my taxes that subsidise these people who think they have Gods given right (read Allah) to come here and criticise those of us who have worked for the country we now call home.

If I didn’t like what I saw when I got here I would have gone home – they have the same option. 

Nik has a point, but the times have changed and we're looking for some way to balance our need to be humane to strangers with our need to be fair to each other. And Australia is a little more prosperous now than we were then, and we can actually afford to do better than 40-50 years ago.

The darkest suspicion being aimed at current immigrants is our inbred doubt about their desire to become “us”, because we take remaining “themselves” as an insult and a threat to us. Why did they come here if they don't like it so much? If post-war immigrants didn't like it here, they went back home, only to find out the hard way that their memories of home had gotten falsely rosy, and Australia hadn't been such a bad place after all. And most of them could not get back to Australia again. In general, I find current-day arrivals extremely committed to making it work, and complaints that any temporary social assistance they receive as taking something away from "us" as hideously ignorant and twisted.

Yet, according to Facebook rants, migrants, although not wanted and viewed with suspicion, are supposed to fall to their knees and lick our thongs in gratitude for our "tolerance" After 9/11, many already astonished observers were utterly dumbfounded that the band of terrorists who crashed the planes had not been seduced and normalised by their stay in America. Embedded for months in Florida, Las Vegas, and elsewhere, the terrorists partook of American luxuries, but they hadn’t been seduced. How dare they!!??The locals' hatred only deepened. Now there seems to be a pervasive feeling, both in America and here in “the lucky country”, that other immigrants are following the same path. We put ourselves out for them, and this is how they thank us???? Understandable, and stupid.

Sikhs wearing their traditional turbans look like Muslims to many Australians, whose guiding rule has been, for as long as I've been alive, “they all look alike.” A harsher spotlight shines on immigrant Muslims who want to retain not just their costumes but their own mosques and private schools, the madrassas, where strong emphasis is placed on the Quran. In essence their desire to retain a strong, unifying religious identity and aloofness from Australian culture is the same as that of ultra-orthodox Jewish groups and Hasids in areas like Double Bay in Sydney and Caulfield in Melbourne. Tolerated -- sort of.......

The political difference, however, couldn’t be greater. Overt anti-semitism and Islamophobia are not confined only to the cretinous corners of the blogosphere. Historically a stigma was attached by turns to the Irish, Polish, Armenians, Italians, poor Russian Jews and Vietnamese as their waves of settlement arrived. Part of the trouble now is that political correctness has seen to it that we're not allowed to relieve the natural tensions of adjusting by joking about it any more. The very quality that Aussies are best at in helping us adjust to this alien island, we're not allowed to do any more. Why? Because they might be offended? Bullshit! I went to a dinner in Caulfield one night and rolled out 5 hours later with sore sides from laughing at the best Jew-jokes I've ever heard - before or since. What's offensive is the latent guilt that underlies a Jew joke told by a gentile, or a nigger joke told by a whitey. Guilt.

The panic is setting in among white anglos and their converts because a tipping point has been reached, the so-called demographic time bomb. There seem to be more of "them" than there are of "us". Now our willingness to let more immigrants come here, while we remain unwilling to acknowledge and change our deep suspicion of anyone or anything “foreign”, has almost guaranteed that the Cronulla Riots may have been just the beginning. As Bertholt Brecht might say if he were still alive and living in Sydney, “The bitch that gave birth to Cronulla is still on heat.”

If it's not already so where you live, there will soon be more of “them” than “us”in a shpping mall near you. The influx of immigrants, combined with their higher birth rates compared to the white population, and a preponderance of young people in their midst, has skewed immigrant populations as never before. Neo-Nazi “they're here to take over our world” scaremongering has ramped up unbelievably in the last 5 years, creating anxiety and violence in the suburbs, without much soul-searching. Independent thinking has been replaced by trite slogans. Adding to the paranoia of failure, many children of the foreign-born are also succeeding in their aspirations. They are outpacing both their parents and their white anglo age mates in university degrees, household income, and home ownership. They're doing well, and outstripping an increasingly scared and resentful underclass of low-aspiration, low-achieving bozos. Malaysia has had the same problem for decades – immigrant Chinese and Indians economically outstripping native Austronesian Bumiputras.

Back here in Australia, the last generation of Asian migrants quickly shed the anxiety of assimilation – at least we thought so – but this new generation’s anxiety, like Malaysia, has shifted from feeling inferior to feeling too successful. From our side of the fence, not only have these people got in here, they're now beating us at our own games! Resentment, distrust and fear on both sides of the fences led to the bloody anti-Chinese riots across Malaysia in 1969. I smell a stench of the same thing brewing over here.

Some Australian universities are having to confront suspicions about an Asian quota, so that “real” Australians aren't muscled out. Such a quota probably doesn’t exist, but the most prestigious colleges have embraced an influx of well-cashed, eager Asian students. That in itself has become a cause for unexamined suspicion and resentment. 

Asian children and their parents are being characterised as manic in their in ambition to take over the lecture halls and study-rooms of our tertiary institutions. The brilliant home-schooled Asian kid has become as much of a stereotype as the inbred Collingwood supporter.

Are “they” taking over? Or will this new slice of “us” turn out to be the most useful immigrants ever, taking care of an aging population, doing the jobs that no one else wants, competing in technology with other countries, lowering the age of our workforce compared with Europe, Russia, and Japan, and in the end swinging national politics in the direction of social evenness and justice? We can only surmise. But I was poignantly affected by a recent charity event I attended where young Indian-Australians were asked to help the poor in India. They gave lavishly, with tears in their eyes, and more than one said, “I never had any idea that things were like that over there.” Our splendid isolation has become their amnesia, except that they have nothing left that's unforgotten. White Australians have plenty to forget, and it ain't good.

Lest we forget, and lose our humanity. But I do despair when I read my morning emails, from friends who aren't really rednecks in any sense of the word, but they are anxious, and they're not getting any leadership from grubby little politicians who are more intent on doing whatever it takes to selfushly manipulate office/status. They piously intone “it's a complicated issue” as if simplicity is the only criterion under which they are expected to deal effectively with our national challenges. How dare people who are reaping the obscenely lavish incomes and perks that are afforded these parasites on the body politic complain that “it's all too hard” It actually isn't, as I'm about to prove shortly, and they are aggressively ignoring at least one alternative vision of how to solve the current Offshore Detention crisis and refusing point-blank to apply it to our betterment and growth as a nation of human beings.

So I now submit what I understand from Julian Burnside's offer to the debate – “An Alternative to Offshore Detention”. His offer, by the way, has been rejected by the major parties who simply refuse to consider it, and national press that has forgotten it already.

I hope this is not too late. Here's my reminder call. Next it's up to you.....

THE CURRENT SITUATION
The present situation faced by asylum seekers who try to get here by boat is cruel, by the deliberate intention of those who perpetrate and those who support it, actively or passively. And those responsible for legitimising the cruelty are proud of it. There seems to be a race to the bottom between the major parties in their promises to mistreat a particular group of human beings. They can do this because they have deliberately conspired together to create a web of secrecy and a  social climate in this country that accepts what's being done as entertaining. Suffering with pictures always goes well on the 6 o'clock news. As long as its not “us”.

The current strategy is also hideously expensive. For a country that this government claims is having trouble making ends meet, this version of private school bullying and hazing is costing us between $4 billion and $5 billion a year. And the prefects think this is money well spent.

The rationale is that if we treat asylum seekers badly enough, they won't come. The rationale is justified by describing them at every opportunity as “illegals”, thereby legitimising anything we do to them. And the perpetrators say it often enough for enough bozos to believe "it must be true".

Let me spell this out for you – it is not an offence against any law – Australian or international – to come here and ask for protection. And shame on the Labor party, shame on press journalists, and shame on you for not calling them on it every time they spray it.

Furthermore it is appalling that, in a shower of pious righteousness, ministers and spokespersons for our government profess “concern” for asylum seekers drowning in their attempts to find safe haven. Self-righteous “I know what is best for you” is far too easy for people who have never known what it is to be so desperate that they will risk drowning rather than stay one minute longer where the world has left them. (That includes you and me, by the way, because we are party to the underfunding of the UNHCR, the organisation that could stop most of this before it becomes the problem that it has become). In the meantime we continue to inhumanely punish those who get through the wall for not drowning, and we tow the rest back to “go die elsewhere” of other causes – out of sight and out of mind.

Well, you may be able to salve your conscience right now, but you will face your day of reckoning – that is cosmic law. And sitting on your hands and averting you gaze while this goes on is no defence. There's one rule for being allowed to come on this human journey – “Put your arse on the line” Failure to do so will score you an unequivocal “F”, and sooner than you imagine you will find yourself desperate and looking for a helping hand. As you are doing to others, you will be done to. I didn't make that up, by the way; it is a ruthless rule of reality that applies as inexorably to me as it does to you. And life, unlike Monopoly, does not come with Get Out of Jail Free passes. Not even if you live in Point Piper.

Contrary to what those fools on the hill tell you, there are solutions – solutions that are humane and in which everybody wins. And I am so grateful to Julian Burnside QC for pointing out the following flashes of the fucking obvious.............


Alternative “A”:

AN AUSTRALIAN SOLUTION (Option .1.)
  • All offshore "processing centres" to be closed, remediated and security contractors sent packing. All boat arrivals to be detained initially in existing onshore Australian facilities, but for a maximum period of one month to allow preliminary health an security checks. That 1-month detention could be subject to extension, but only if a court is persuaded that a particular person should be detained for longer.
  • After those initial checks, boat arrivals to be released into the community on an Interim Visa, subject to the following conditions –
    • That each person be required to live in a specified rural town or regional city
    • Each person required to report regularly to the local Centrelink or Post Office, to make sure they remain available for the remainder of the process;
    • They are allowed to work at rates of pay not less than those applicable to Australian citizens;
    • They are entitled to Centrelink and Medicare benefits. Yes, and for the same reasons that we have those benefits for Australians – to feed the economy.
The benefits of such a system would be:
  • It avoids the short- and long-term harm that the present non-system inflicts upon refugees held in long-term detention;
  • Any government benefits that are paid to the applicants would be spent on accommodation, food and clothing in the country town. There are plenty of rural towns across the length and breadth of Australia that would welcome an increase in their population and a boost to their local economy. According to the NFF, there are currently more than 90,000 unfilled jobs in rural areas. It is highly likely that most male asylum seekers would actively look for work, and find it.
Burnsnide adds that, even if every one of the boat people stayed on Centrelink benefits for the entire time it took to decide on their refugee status, it would cost our budget only about $500,000 per year, a saving of billions of dollars on the present offshore detention regime. And we'd be doing good, rather than harm.

AN AUSTRALIAN SOLUTION (Option .2.)
Same as above, except that the asylum seekers be required to reside in either Tasmanian or South Australian country centres, for the duration of their Interim Visa.

No, I'm not joking. These states really need a shot in the arm. As a sweetener, and to overcome any lingering resistance, the Federal Government would pay, say, one billion dollars a year to the chosen State Government to help fund the necessary social adjustments. It would be a great and needed boost the state's economy, and Australia would still be billions of dollars better off. Imagine if Western Australia and Queensland objected and put in a pitch to be the state to accept these refugees. That would mark a complete turnaround in social attitude!


Alternative “B”:

GENUINE REGIONAL PROCESSING
The main problem with offshore processing at the moment is that Australian officials are dragging their feet, and those submitting themselves to the horrendously under-resourced UNHCR in Indonesia face a wait of 10 to 20 years before they have any prospect of being resettled. During this time they are not allowed to work, and can't send their kids to school. No wonder they chance their luck with people smugglers.

Julian Burnside suggest that another possibility is to process protection asylum claims while the applicants are still in Indonesia. (Anyone arriving on Australian shores would be safely removed to the UNHCR processing centre in Indonesia, where they can lodge their applicaation for asylum.) When applicants formally apply for consideration, they will be assured that they will be resettled safely within (say) two or three months of their application being approved. Those who are successfully assessed as genuine refugees would be resettled in Australia, or elsewhere, within the agreed time frame and in the order in which they have been accepted as genuine refugees.

The rationale here is that, provided the process is conducted by UNHCR and is demonstrably fair, any incentive to risk getting on a boat would disappear instantly. There's no point to it. Without demand for their services, people smugglers will go back to fishing.

A similar model has worked before. Genuine offshore processing with a swift resettlement for those who were found to be genuine was the means by which the Fraser government successfully brought 80,000 Vietnamese boat people to Australia in the 1970's. In addition, other countries also resettled refugees processed in this way. If we could get some similar agreements from, say, New Zealand, Canada and/or Malaysia, it's likely that Australians would be even more receptive to taking part in a co-operative process.

This Offshore Solution does have a couple of problems that would have to be addressed in the setting up. The present situation which forces desperate people into risking a dangerous boat trip virtually guarantees that most of those launching themselves at us are going to be assessed as genuine. Otherwise, who would risk it? Over the past 15 years around 90% of boat people have been assessed, by Australia as genuinely qualifying for asylum. If the end-point of a dangerous boat trip is removed, it's almost certain that the number of non-genuine applicants will rise. That would pose a problem for Indonesia, and we would have to come to some arrangement with Djakarta and help them financially to deal with those who don't qualify. But since our present bills amount to around $5 billion, we'd still come out far better off financially than now.

There is another possible problem. There have been embarrassing moments recently in our relations with Indonesia, and they may not be receptive to this idea. But their reluctance may be softened if we negotiate a similar deal with Malaysia.

I am bound, I fear, to hear “It won't work”. If that is your stance, then you will be right. But in these forms, none of them has been tried yet, so you can be as right as you like but you'll never be sure.

I'm not sure that it will work, either, but I'd love us to give it a go. Each of these solutions is effective, humane and far less expensive than the jackbooted situation we've cornered ourselves into right now. The reason these alternatives haven't been given serious consideration by the “parties' is because they can't get out of this mess they've created without “losing face”. That being so, it's time we changed those who represent us. Their childishness is running us into economic and moral bankruptcy.

I think the process of seeing how it “might” work, and loosening up to allow it's possibilities to work out will be very, very good for us, both as individuals and together as a tribal group.

More than this, these solutions reflect the essentially decent side of the Australian character, something that's turned decidedly nasty over the last 15 years, thanks to the influence of some very nasty people making policy decisions on our behalf. For this, we must take responsibility, get rid of those people, make amends and remedy the social and personal consequences of our cruelty.

The sooner we get started, the better.