By JAMILA RIZVI
Seven years ago, 5000 idiots ruined my Australia Day.
Just weeks before, footage of the Cronulla riots had been aired on nightly news reports all around the world. Internationally, Australians were being labelled as racist and our country described as a dangerous place for foreigners. Images of drunken, violent protestors, chanting racist slogans and damaging public property, while draped in the Australian flag, firmly imprinted themselves in our cultural psyche.
On Australia Day 2006, I remember wandering across the lawns of Parliament House ahead of the annual celebratory concert. And I flinched as I saw a bunch of teenage boys kicking around a footy; they were wearing the Australian flag as capes, superhero style.
Why did I flinch?
Those kids weren’t doing anything wrong. They were well intentioned, harmless, ordinary kids doing exactly what they should be on Australia Day – celebrating what’s great about our country. And yet, for the rest of that evening I looked around anxiously when I heard a bottle smash, or heard someone yell out ‘Aussie, Aussie, Aussie’; worried that violence might ruin the hundreds of happy family picnics happening around me.
That night, I hated myself for my own nervous reaction. I hated those violent idiots at Cronulla who had caused our nation’s flag and a chant of patriotic pride, to become so closely associated in my mind with violence and intolerance. I was filled with rage and filled with hate and quite honestly – filled with fear – on a day, which is supposed to be about celebration.
Today is Australia Day.
And seven years on, it’s high time that we took Australia Day back for the good guys (and girls).
I truly believe that we live in the greatest country in the world. A land that is girt by sea and with boundless plains to share. As the terrible noughties advertisement goes – a country that was founded in 1901, by a vote and not a war. Yes, our citizenry is a multicultural one and that can present its difficulties as well as innumerable advantages.