@Hal Duell Sounds a bit like two Yanks having a bash …

Comment on The facts the Amnesty fact finder didn’t find by Beau Ives.

@Hal Duell
Sounds a bit like two Yanks having a bash up. So I figured right, you did take me back to the good old US of A with your comments. Good on ya for staying in OZ. I was looking to do the same.
You have more time in then I, but look mate, easy on the insults, no need to go there, it reeks of America. It’s the pathological personalities that will never learn Hal … war makes them feel good.
I remember well those years. I went to Nam on a merchant ship, from the DNZ down to Saigon. That was in ’67 … then onto Woodstock in me Combi. Then the Southwest, and life began.
What I found great about the Aussies was their ability to hear the other, even in a place of being criticized. Here in America, as you probably remember, if a person tells us to take a look at a flaw in our personality, you’re likely to get shot. So it takes time to go easy on others, and I did try to miss that last flight out.
Yes I know the Kyogle area well, stayed just up the road a piece.
I lived on the North side of Alice on Kekwick Street, then over on the old Eastside for a spell, then over by the Gap. On the North side I used to count the number of gears on the road trains as they headed out of town. Counted to nine one night (3am). And yeah, the music and the screaming … I liked that too. Far into the night and the neighbors didn’t call the fuzz. Right neighborly of them.
Cheers and have a great life there. I have a part of envy about the free life there.
Always loved going out to Emily Gap for a night out and a fire. With me swag, me esky, me Ute, and me stubbies. cheers from New Mexico.

[ED – Many thanks for your thoughts, Beau and Hal, but now it’s time for a change of subject, please.]

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The facts the Amnesty fact finder didn’t find
@Hal Duell. G’day mate. You lost me there for a bit, thought I was back in the US of A for a bit there mate, with the knee-jerk reaction rather than intelligent exchange.
Try living in an all metal shack in the Red Center, which cost the great Commonwealth $250,000, with crap water and worthless food, when your entire being cannot be confined, surrounded by enemies of historical tradition, and see them tie up your wife in barb-wire and rape her, then be told you’re a no good lay-about when you have to move your swag outside into the fresh air to feel alive.
Ever lived surrounded by barbed wired and steel gates to protect you? I’ve been on the communities mate and felt like I was in a prison.
Australia is referred to as a genocidal society even today by the international human rights commission. America should be too – at least your country said sorry – this country is still handing out infectious blankets (metaphor).
It took me 15 months to feel at home in your country. I traveled from Sydney to Cape Trib., over to Broome, down to Esperance, over the Nullabor, then back up to Alice via Adelaide, for a year. I spent months on a friend’s ranch in Kattabul amidst the sugar cane farmers, and months around Byron with the new-agers. I marched against the start of the Iraq war in Byron with thousands of others, and I hung with the locals in Balgo and Yuendumu. I lived outside of Uki, with the leeches and ticks, smoked pot in Nimbin, got pissed at Beaujangles for the National footy final (when Collingwood got their butts kicked – 2003?). My roommate in Alice taught at Batchelor and she and her husband travel to remote communities to teach art. So give it a break about my not knowing anything about your country. I was even called a fair dinkum (important I figure). You ever been to the great US of A? Come by and see real fascism at work, which you’re inheriting.
@Paul Parker. The name of the modality I was offering is called EMDR – used on war-vets and to those exposed to societal trauma (as in family and government induced) to remove that trauma. That I wasn’t received was only a learning of many I had in my long long walk-about in OZ. And, I did (how did you know?) study crystal therapy with the chief research physicist for IBM of 27 years. I love your country. Some of the buggers living there are a bit over the top – like the mounted cops in Alice pushing the little old black ladies around with the front of their horses. Looks the same as it did in the early days photos. Same faces on the cops – interesting – I watched the old black man noticing the cop pushing the lady and what did he do? He yawned.
AS we all might have noticed, there’s a global revolution going on. These little exchanges we’re having is the trying to clean the air of the BS so we may eventually come together. Might take a coronal mass ejection for that to happen. [Mr Ives explains a coronal mass ejection is when a sun spot erupts, sending a large fast moving cloud of charged particles towards the earth.]
Cheers Mates.
[ED – we have offered the police the right of reply to the writer’s allegation.]


The facts the Amnesty fact finder didn’t find
From America.
Having lived in Australia nearly four years, driven the entirety of the country, and made home in Alice for one year, and, having visited many communities, I can say that the Indian reservations here in this country are paradises compared to the hell-holes which are called communities in OZ.
There is no equality, for the black fella is a commodity called the Aboriginal Industry. Genocide is alive and well here, and in the “lucky” country.
In America, this genocide is sponsored by the white men and uncle Tom Indians making the cash.
In The Alice I went to many different organizations to offer my services on healing trauma on the communities. The black fellas in the room got it and eagerly wanted it, the white fellas in charge had to move me out fast, for their jobs of continuance and fear of solutions made my suggestions untenable to their pay-checks.
I met many Aussie blokes going slow to make more big bucks on the communities.
It’s all a freaking scam here and where you are.
Erwin’s racist comments are beyond the pale and only go to more fully separate, never fully addressing the causal, lack of communication: language barriers and customs ignorance, from the top down.
Cheers.


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