Migrants who come and try and change us. As we approach Australia Day, I am moved to ask myself : why do they come here if they hate us so much?
We Australians are ( or at least used to be ) fiercely defensive of our Mother Country- this great land of droughts and flooding rain. We worship her. Adore her. Are grateful to her and all that she gives us.
I am a migrant. I came here from New Zealand in 1978. And yes, I can understand the song that embraces my ability to have come here and call Australia home.
People often talk about Australians being foul mouthed, short of social graces and a bit " iffy " on the accent front. Our sense of humour is robust, our ability to see the bright side of most awful situations has seen us thrive in times of war and even in times of conflict with our Mother Australia.
Is it because Australia is no longer Australian?
When being an Aussie meant being tough, resilient and ready to tackle life with the " she'll be right mate " attitude that saw us through tougher times than this?
When Dorothea McKellar wrote her famous poem all those years ago, I wonder if she knew that we would have to defend our right to live here, to thrive here, all in order to satisfy some rich egotists swanning around in their private jets at Davos telling us to eat ze bugs and do as we are told?
While they fly in on private jets and book high class call girls to satisfy their needs, we are asked to give up home heating and no longer cook with gas? To embrace hundereds of thousands of migrants who arrive and seek only to change our way of life and criticise our Mum?
The hypocrisy is astounding.
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror
The wide brown land for me!
Yet I am supposed to be ashamed, apologetic, horrified, for having been an Australian. I have embraced her unpredictability and her harsh reality.
I have seen
“ Her pitiless blue sky,
When, sick at heart, around us
We see the cattle die
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady soaking rain. “
Who could love this country? Seriously? This unforgiving Land that we call home?
We can, her CHILDREN.
“ Land of the rainbow gold,
For flood and fire and famine
She pays us back threefold.
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze ... “
Only an Australian, born or arrived, can truly appreciate and love these words, understand them and embrace them.
Australia is no land of milk and honey. It is no land for the faint-hearted. But it can be, if we only look and embrace the hidden gems she , Mother Australia, gives to us.
Having lived in the Outback, I know that she, Australia, is a cruel taskmaster. She gives, she takes away. She whips and she puts salves on the wounds.
Having also lived on the coast, I know that Australia rewards and punishes. Cyclonic winds, seas and destruction that is sometimes incomprehensible. Australia is a woman who loves and admonishes with equal passion.
There is no doubt in my mind that Australia is female. No transgender is she. She is the fury, the might, the power and the love and the destroyer. All at once and all in equal measure.
When people live in the suburbs of Australia; Sydney, Melbourne, Brisbane or elsewhere, they have no idea of the fury of this woman called Australia. They see her soft belly, her kind and benevolent side. She is nurturing and speaks with soft words and cuddles them like a spoiled child.
They have no idea the wrath that she has. She tempts, rewards, punishes and hurts, all at the same time.
She gives rain, she takes it away. She taunts. She sends floods and then fires and she teases with generosity beyond measure – only to burn it or flood it or destroy We live in a Nation, on a Continent that is her own gatekeeper.
No one tells Mother Australia what to do.
She does her own thing and makes us fools for thinking that we can tame her.
We, who call ourselves Australian, must accept that she is our Mother and love her, loathe her, despise her or hate her, we must always respect her.
Australia is her own Mistress.
And no matter what we do or say, our Australia will never be tamed. By anyone or any doctrine.
She will defeat us all unless we accept that, no matter what, this harsh Motherland is in charge. And will always be in charge.
We must allow this Australia to give us coal, uranium, all her wealth. In exchange we must quench her thirst for water.
She is a thirsty woman.
Give her water and she will reward us abundantly.
