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  • Where the hell is everybody?

    I am maybe unrealistically angry.  I cannot shake it off. I don’t want to be touched, I feel irrationally furious at the whole human world right at the moment, and it’s not…

  • Walking alone with my sisters

    I heard a good one the other day.  A cat is out patrolling the street one night, and is raped. Afterwards, nobody asks: “Well, what was it doing walking alone? Didn’t it…

  • Day never to forget

    People gathered of different cultures, different colors, hair straight, curly, many were children, many were old. We were all dressed for the outdoors on an overcast Sunday morning in June, with the…

  • White people are stupid

    So, I’m white. Mostly Irish, with German and Czech, as some of you might know from my last name. In my DNA is some African ancestry, but it’s been so watered down,…

  • Love letter to America

    America, I don’t know where to put my anger. Sunday night I saw something just posted about the Orlando shootings, and Monday morning, I woke to learn fifty people were slain, at…

  • The legacy of childish things

    One 1970s afternoon in my early years at St Giles School, a film projector was wheeled into the classroom, and we saw a movie I have never forgotten. I think we saw…

  • With wings, he sings

    Sometimes the breadth of vision is panoramic. Sometimes it is haloed by a permanent vignette. Sometimes the light sears as strips of sun beneath doors, or like the prenatal hint of moon casts a vague,…

  • Consider me schooled, again

    Author’s note: For Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people, this essay contains images of people who have died. Real enlightenment is something rare in life, I think. When you are sitting down…

  • Bystander

    I feel ashamed this morning. I feel ashamed to feel horrified about the attacks in Paris, and yet, I have, like so much of the rest of the world, not spared a…

  • I’ll leave the light on

    I am wondering what would happen if Australia did raise its annual refugee total from about 13,750  to beyond 20,000 or 30,000 or even more. This conversation, long overdue, has been sparked…

  • Homework

    I have to say something about what has happened at the recent Bernie Sanders appearances. I am not black, nor am I Native American or Latino. I’m a straight, white woman, raised…

  • Hating ourselves

    I am fairly certain I have lost my religion, maybe to the despair of my mother. But one personal belief that’s stayed with me since my years of Catholic education is the…

  • Hue and cry

    Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander readers are warned that the essay below contains images of deceased persons. I don’t know if I am changing or things are changing, but NAIDOC Week seemed different…

  • Brutality

    I woke up, made a bowl of oatmeal, a cup of tea, flipped open my laptop. You don’t know when you might come undone. You can’t tell that day the phone rings…

  • Asylum seeking on the big screen

    It flummoxes me, why time and time again, people who speak out in support of human rights, people with compromised abilities, animals in need, ethical decisions for the environment, or those in desperate…

  • 50,000 years of resort living?

    I was having a bad day yesterday, and took some time out for lunch. Not a habit unfortunately. I’m an eat-at-my-desk person, but I needed space and to get off my backside.…

  • Children in a cage

    The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons. Fyodor Dostoevsky, The House of the Dead , 1862 Prisoners have better treatment. We don’t know when we will…

  • Only 70 years

    This is only a brief post to commemorate the liberation of human beings from  Auschwitz concentration camp on January 27, 1944. Seventy years ago. The image above is young Dutch Romani girl,…

  • Racism and me

    I need to start out by saying, I think there is a pitfall in being a white person and writing an essay about race. Some may tackle the issue to absolve themselves of…

  • Why isn’t humanity a black and white issue?

    Though I have lived in Australia for about eleven and a half years, it was not until 2013 that I really talked with an Aboriginal Australian. I don’t know that I feel…