I thought, earlier, that I might not write about that. I've had this blog for a long time now, and a lot of people have, no doubt, seen me write about Australia Day before. But whenever I start to write about it, whenever I think about Australia, I cannot escape the fact that awful things were done to create it.
It's not unique. You would be hard pressed to find a country that is not built upon the suffering of others, the deliberate intent of someone who is not native to the land to claim it their own, to poison, attack, and marginalise the people who had lived her for centuries before. That doesn't mean that it should be ignored, however. Australia's a nice place. I like my life in Sydney. In truth, its a pretty quiet one, and I spend a lot of time either trying to make a living, or trying to make art, and neither of them are of too much interest to anyone but myself. There's electricity, there's roads, there's health care, there's a government, and by and large, life is pretty decent here. No earthquakes, tidal waves, crushing poverty, lack of education, and a life span that is less than those of others in other countries.
Unless, that is, if you're an indigenous Australian. Then you are, for the most part, just avoiding the natural disasters.
Maybe next year I'll say something different when the 26th rolls around.