@Alex Nelson. 21 December … Ssshhh … I wouldn’t broadcast …

Comment on Santa’s big day: Hot and maybe wet by John Bell.

@Alex Nelson. 21 December … Ssshhh … I wouldn’t broadcast this too loudly if I were you.
Today’s non-Christian Greenies are the throwbacks pre-Christian worshippers of Nature’s solstices.
At the moment, they are getting a freeby long weekend, a public holiday on 25 December, Christ’s Birthday, Christmas Day.
It might give Richard di Natale and his cohorts ideas. They might want to shift the public holiday from 25 December to their sacred day, 21 December, or they might get greedy and want both.
They might even want to make 21 December Australia Day – or should that be 21 June? Ho!Ho!Ho!

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Santa’s big day: Hot and maybe wet
@ Alex Nelson, “The pagans have it”: Not sure that the uncertain date of Christ’s birth matters.
A very long-time Aboriginal friend of mine, a very well known sporting identity, I am sure you know, was brought into white civilization from the Kalgoorlie goldfields scrub by his tribal mum 74 years ago as a tiny little bub.
They did not know the date of birth so they settled on 1 July, as they did in those days. Celebrated joyfully every year for 74 years.
My point being that our arrival in this world is to be celebrated. Every soul is equally important. Taught by Christ.
Emperor Constantine was the first ruler to set 25 December because he recognised this fact.
He adopted the pagan Saturnalia to celebrate Christ’s birth to make the point that whereas the pagans celebrated going into darkness then coming out of it cyclically every six months, the coming of Christ – Christmas, no matter what day it is – celebrates coming out of darkness into everlasting enlightenment, love and hope.
So I think Christians actually have it over the old pagans who are forever going around in seasonal circles.
So. A Happy and loving Christmas to you and to all staff and contributors at Alice Springs News Online.


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Kieran and Alex. Thank you for your thoughts. In 1980 I sat one hot afternoon in the grandstand at the Gardens Oval in Fanny Bay with board members during the National Aboriginal Sports Foundation’s national footy and netball carnival.
I asked our public officer, Captain Reg Saunders MBE, the first Aboriginal soldier to become a commissioned officer in the Royal Australian Armed Forces, what did he think of the War Memorial in Canberra.
Reg paused a moment, looked at me and said with quiet dignity and respect: “It is a good place.”
In 1985 Reg was appointed to the Council of the Australian War Memorial.
I guess what I am trying to say is that if there is a single place in all of Australia that embodies our national identity as a people together, with an inclusive soul for all of us, it is that place.
Within its walls are commemorated our soldiers, nurses, and all those who have served, forever treated equally with quiet dignity and respect – most inclusive of our Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander brothers and sisters.
It is the resting place of the Unknown Soldier, where so many souls of unknown identities of all racial origins are now at peace, brothers and sisters together, free of today’s politics of race and sovereign power.
Everyone who has ever had anything to do with the Memorial, from Brendan Nelson down to the volunteer tour guides, some of whom are my long-time friends, will tell you of the memorial’s all-embracing warmth, an inclusive spirituality that is beyond words.
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@ Kieran Finnane: “His emphasis is on Indigenous service in Australia’s overseas conflicts, which he sees strangely as a denial of their Aboriginality.”
With due respect, I strongly disagree with Ms Finnane’s take on Brendan Nelson’s statement. The Australian War Memorial in Canberra is a very special place. A unique symbol of Australia’s national cultural identity.
Over many years, I sat within its walls, gazing at the depictions of old battlefields where my (our) relatives died, contemplating the ultimate sacrifice by men and women from every part of the world, from every race and walk of life.
Every Anzac Day for so many years I stood in the pre-dawn darkness among the trees up the hill behind the Memorial, with the last remaining Diggers of my late dad’s battalion in their fold up seats, rugs over their frail old knees, listening to their whispered stories, gratefully accepting the passed-around hip flask to keep out the morning chill. A thousand candles flickering through the trees down the hillside.
And then, as the Last Post sounded at the break of dawn, the sleeping kookaburras all around us in the trees awoke and rose laughing cheerfully to greet the morning sun. Every year, without fail.
The old Diggers would look up to the sky, thinking their own thoughts, smiling.
Anyone who knows the Aboriginal legend of the kookaburra and the spirit of the young desert warrior now at peace will understand the beautiful cross-cultural significance of that poignant moment.
Above all else, the moment you walk through its portals, the War Memorial wraps you in a lovingly warm embrace of peace and unity, a universal oneness that makes no distinction of race, colour or ethnicity.
That is what Brendan Nelson meant. It is Mumu Mike Williams’s take, and it is my take.


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