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47. Welcome to Australia
The night is cool, one of those late summer evenings when it is still a pleasure to be outside, but even more of a pleasure to be with others, making communal human warmth. In Light Square hundreds of people sit close together, shielding each other’s candles from the breeze. There is something ancient about this, Julia thinks, to be human, to sit on the ground, to hold a candle.
The crowd is here because of the violent death of Reza Berat, a refugee in detention on Manus Island. People have come here because they are ashamed and angry that such a thing could happen in Australia.
Brad Chilcott from Welcome to Australia is calm. He offers no polemic, just reassurance: ‘we are better than this’. Tara Fatehi tells the story of coming to Australia as a young Kurdish child. Compassion, she says over and over again. How much it meant to her family to be met with compassion, after all that they’d been through.
Anne sits wedged comfortably between Ro and Julia and thinks about her friends and how they got here, to this country. Some came as adventurous young adults. Many more are the children of Jewish refugees, Ten Pound Poms and Polish Irish Chinese Italian Indian Greek Chilean and every other sort of immigrant. Anne’s own family has been in Australia since the 1800s but she thinks, as she always does, of Katie. Katie’s family has been here for tens of thousands of years. Everyone non-Indigenous, by comparison, is a boat person.
Ro is thinking about leadership. She hears the words ‘we are better than this’ and considers the last twenty years of Australian government, the outright lies, the suppression of information, the blustering, the failure to deal generously with this question of refugees.
Once Ro would have had to rant about it, shout in the streets. Now she is thoughtful. We can organise something better than this, she thinks. A better system than the bitter old three party machine. And, even more radical thought, once we’ve got some real leadership in place then we can support those leaders. Not rant and insult, but support.
Oh dear, she thinks. Is the fire in my belly dying?
Julia is wondering about population and sustainability and some things we know about this country. That water and arable land are seriously scarce. That the existing population is already too much for our resources. So is she here on false pretences? Does she really support an open-door approach? And would Ro ever speak to her again if she voiced such a doubt?
She looks around the crowd. Maybe we’re all going down, she thinks. The whole human race. But at least let’s go down together.
People are leaving their candles on the edge of the pool, more and more candles so that the water itself glows golden. Nobody is hurrying to go home. They stand talking quietly and watching the reflections. More ancient magic: fire and water.
We can do better, they think. We can do better.