You are 100% correct, and I'll be even blunter; the only people who want the date changed are those uneducated, lazy upper-middle class far-left millennials who like to vote Green and think we should all be ashamed of ourselves if we happen to be white. Everyone else sees this as being a non-issue, and just wants to be left in peace to celebrate this holiday without all the silly drama that now surrounds it.
I'm X-gen, lower-middle class, somewhat educated (Advanced Diploma in Social Sciences) and have met your type before. I don't expect to change your mind or really even care about your opinion. You can be as rude as you want - but you're on the wrong side of history on this one! With Voices to Parliament coming, Australia Day WILL change one day. Stop crying about it and drink a bucket of concrete and harden up.
People in both my generation and younger generations CARE DEEPLY about what colonialism has done around the world and especially in Australia. And yes, in this context that means criticising largely white people. Learn some history, and toughen up, because there IS history and CURRENT PRACTICES to address. The economic and health and even lifespan gaps are all documented and appalling. But that's not for you! It's for people who can bother to get edumecated! (As Homer Simpson would try and say!)
I'll hand you over to Stan Grant's story about his mum trying to see the queen.
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The school said no socks, no go for the trip to Dubbo to see the Queen. Mum's older brother had made the royal trek a day earlier and met mum at the back fence between the primary and high schools and threw his socks over.
It is a memory that has stayed with mum. She has told me the story many times — wearing her brother's cast-off socks to see the Queen.
Queen Elizabeth II and the Duke of Edinburgh — pictured in Bathurst — toured NSW by train in 1954.(
ABC Archives)
It is one of the rich memories of a long life. And she has other memories, other stories that she has told me.
Stories of her father being tied to a tree like a dog by police and left all day without food or water to swelter in the sun.
Seeing Aboriginal men arrested for drinking alcohol and roped together and marched down the main street of her hometown.
Stories of two younger brothers who died as children.
Stories of her siblings taken to welfare homes. Stories of aching hunger. Of once following a white girl eating a cake around the schoolyard and pouncing on a crumb that the girl dropped. My mother still says it was the best cake she ever tasted.
The girl with no socks got to see the Queen, while her family and other black families lived in poverty that the Crown inflicted on them. Living homeless in a land that had been stolen from them in the name of the Crown.
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We aren't supposed to talk about this
I called my mother this week and she told me the story of her childhood brush with royalty over again. I have thought about mum and dad and all of my family, of my people — First Nations people — who die young and live impoverished and imprisoned lives in this country.
We aren't supposed to talk about these things this week. We aren't supposed to talk about colonisation, empire, violence about Aboriginal sovereignty, not even about the republic.
Everyone from the prime minister down has told us it is not appropriate.
I'm sure I am not alone amongst Indigenous people wrestling with swirling emotions. Among them has been anger. The choking asphyxiating anger at the suffering and injustice my people endure.
As my colleagues have worn black in mourning for the Queen, I've wrestled with asphyxiating anger — and I'm not alone