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In his 2003 book ‘Western Horizon Sydney’s Heartland and the Future of Australian Politics, David Burchell suggests the term 'racist' is used in the Australian public arena like a general panacea for political disagreement on the issue. Is there any evidence to support this view?
Burchell suggests the term racist is used in Australian public discourse as an ‘all purpose description of every strand in popular opinion of which liberals and radicals disapprove’. (p.45) He goes on to qualify that those who do disagree of multiculturalism are imagined as only venting ‘repressed’ racist views, threads of the nation’s dark soul.
In his assessment of Western Sydney, Burchell uses a combination of historical evidence from the post-WWII urban-spread, population demographics, crime statistics, and survey data from the Australian Election Study (2003, p46), to support his claim that the area has racism anxiety. An anxiety, when taken in a global-climate context however, not that ‘out-of-kilter’ (2003, p53) with the country as a whole. The conclusion is yes, that in the literal sense of the term, Western Sydney’s responses to survey questions and views expressed on talkback radio could be branded racist, but first take into account the underlying reasons and catalysts: simmering racial tension/911/Tampa.
As argued, Burchell’s evidence was gathered from a number of sources. The most compelling of these would have to be the population demographics data, the evolving face of multiculturalism in this traditional Labor heartland. History shows the Western Suburbs of Sydney as culturally diverse and ‘working class’. (2003, p51). And here, it would seem, is one of the main underlying reasons for this reported elevation in racism anxiety: the ‘working-class’ no matter what colour or creed are naturally protective of their jobs. Nothing disturbs a worker more than a perceived threat to their livelihood, not to mention a new brand of terror threatening the global economy. Add to this inflammable anxiety-cauldron the Tampa spark—more bodies to usurp jobs from an already bloated workforce—coupled with intense media scrutiny, and all those fears of losing jobs, homes, even lives, come rushing to the surface.
Hence, one is inclined to agree with Burchell’s conclusion that these fears are hear to stay for the moment (p61-62), as past values of egalitarianism, mateship, and the Great Australian Dream, draw up alongside cultural diversity and the ‘new’ Australian multiculturalism—a society built on difference. Herein lies the challenge facing contemporary Australian politics.

Reference

1. Burchell, David 2003, Western Horizon Sydney’s heartland and the future of Australian Politics, Scribe Publications, Carlton North, Victoria.


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EPILOGUE (Part One)
Excerpt from letter: 'Uncle Mick' to friend.

When I first received the radio message from Tomas, frankly I thought my nephew had gone mad. Here was a top kid, good at school, better at football, a no nonsense little champion, telling me he was with an alien that had given his dog special powers and there was some sort of intervention-plan going-on to save the Earth from destruction. See what I mean, a fruitcake story.
Anyway, as the tale progressed, the conviction in Tomas’ voice had me listening intently, still doubting, but growing more intrigued, more accepting with each passing minute. His description of the bad alien he called a Borgz, so detailed it sent shivers down my spine. The way he outlined the intervention- plan concocted by a race of good aliens called Daxians. There was no hesitation, no hint of doubt. It was utterly incredible, and at the same time, strangely believable.
Tomas went on to say he was calling me from a spaceship somewhere in space, and he knew all this because of a mind-meld with a Daxian for petes sake! I didn’t know what he was up to, but like I said, he’s a good kid, so I said I’d cover for him by telling his parents he is staying with me. Only now, I’ve just had his mum on the line and she wants him home by the weekend. And that is in three days. About the time, you get this letter! So, sorry, darling, we may have to put the weekend on hold. I don’t know what young Tomas is up to, but it sure ain’t hanging out with aliens. I just hope he comes clean in time so we can sort it out.
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EIGHTEEN
'End of a Beginning'

The only glimpse Tomas ever had of a Borgz was courtesy of the Daxian communication-screen. Unlike his dog, who’d been up close and almost lost his life. He reached down and gave Bluey a comforting pat on the head. "It's alright mate."
"Now,” Xen said eager to get things moving. “If I have satisfied your curiosity Tomas, the analizer should have compiled the data from Bluey’s bio-chips ready for viewing. Come."
Tomas grinned. It sounded funny having an alien call you by your first name. As he and his dog followed behind, this Earth boy felt a fondness developing for the impressive silver Daxian.
Xen led them into the ship's bio-area and stopped before what looked like a cube of thick glass filled with fireflies—millions of bright orange dots whirling around in apparent chaos. In the bottom, left-hand corner was a small control pad, where Xen punched a button with immediate effect. The chaos slowed to form a rotating group in the centre of the cube, dulled, turned opaque, then to Tomas and Bluey’s amazement, started to form a picture.
"This should show us the encounter Bluey had with the Borgz. Bio-chips record picture and sound in much the same way as one of your Earth vid….”
"Video camera?" Tomas offered.
"Correct. Only the data, really just sets of electric impulses at that stage, need to be then fed into an analizer so it can be viewed. Look."
Suddenly, they were looking at a crystal-clear picture of the ventilation-shaft back in the mine grounds. Then the scene was moving, fast, suddenly lifting up into the shaft and down. Blackness. The sound of yelping. What appeared like the inside of a washing machine filled with black water. Then the picture cleared, to show the glowing blue of a Borgz habitat.
"What's that!" Tomas exclaimed.
"A Borgz field-habitat," Xen answered.
The picture shifted. And there was the Borgz. It was pointing something at Bluey. A brilliant flash…then blackness.
Xen turned to Bluey. “Can you remember why you went into the mine,” he asked.
Bluey thought for a moment, but could remember nothing before the blast at all. He did remember something about a rabbit jumping down a mineshaft though. He turned to Tomas for help. “What about that rabbit thing?”
Tomas then told the Daxian about the strange rabbit-thing and Bluey acting weird barking at the ground and stuff when they walked through the Mine.
When Tomas had finished, Xen stood rubbing his silver chin. "Yes, there's little doubt the devil had set about trapping Bluey," he said. “Why, is the question? Borgz are opportunists, they will not travel millions of light-years and risk the wrath of the Alliance for no gain. Obviously, they detected my presence when the ship entered Earth’s system. Yet, they must have some other interest in Earth than just foiling my plans.” Xen shrugged. “No matter, once all the evidence is compiled I should have enough to take to the Alliance and plead a case for monitoring of the activities on Earth."
"Good, it needs monitoring," said Tomas. The idea of powerful aliens watching Earth to make sure it's not destroyed a comforting feeling.
Xen smiled. How right the Earthling was. "So then, my alien friends,” Xen said, “you both have a home to get back to and I have eleven other agents to revert back to their original forms. However, first things first." Xen walked over to the section that held the biological instruments and equipment.
"Will it hurt?" Bluey asked hesitantly.
"For one so brave, I think not," answered Xen. He removed a bio-dartt, equivalent of an Earth syringe and needle. And that's when the ship's sensor-alarm pierced the air. "We have company," Xen said, placing the dartt back in its tray. “Come.”
As one, Tomas following Xen, with Bluey tailing-up the rear they made haste into the flight deck. On the communication screen, a map of the solar system showed a blinking red dot. Only this time, the Borgz star-cruiser was almost upon them.
"Quickly, into your seat,” barked Xen. “You will have to hold on to Bluey, a collision may be inevitable. The Borgz must have lost signal and cannot see us!"
Tomas jumped into the navigator's seat and Bluey leapt straight into his lap. Tomas wrapped his arms around his dog and held him tight. They could now plainly see the huge Borgz star-cruiser heading straight at them.
Xen punched two buttons on the flight controls, the first deactivated the cloaking-shields; the second initiated warp-drive. Under normal conditions, warp-drive would not be activated from a motionless position; flight-speed 4x the speed-of-light is needed to offset dangerous pressures that build inside the antimatter engine. There was no choice, it was flat-jump or be destroyed.
Then no sooner had the cloaking-shields deactivated, than the Borgz ship could be seen slowing. It could see them. Without warning, a pulse of yellow-light burst from somewhere beneath the ship and hurtled in the starship’s direction like a fast moving star—the deadly blast of a sion-pulsar cannon.
The last thing Tomas remembers was the hum from the antimatter engine vibrating inside his head. He had to let go of Bluey and press his hands against his ears. Then there was a loud explosion and everything went black.




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SEVENTEEN
'Good Plan lost'

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SIXTEEN
'All Hands on Deck'

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April 1st 2008 02:20
In answer to queries, all worked posted on NFD is not yet published in print.
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FOURTEEN
'Cosmic clash'

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TWELVE
'Dog- agent of Dax'

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Comment by Pete
on The Secret — What Secret?

June 25th 2007 22:27
Well done Raven, you've read between the lines. As to 'now what?' Have you read 'The End Times' post from Oct 06? As much as love comes from the heart, there is strength in numbers.

Comment by Pete
on What Is Heat Exhaustion and How To Avoid It

November 22nd 2006 20:03
Good advice, especially with the summer we're heading into.
Cheers,
Pete

Comment by Pete
on Time to move on after 9/11

November 22nd 2006 19:59
Good one Damo,
The media hounds will grind it for all it's worth. It is time to move on.
Cheers,
Pete

Comment by Pete
on Summer Programming - Alias Compromised, Mediocrity Remains

November 22nd 2006 08:25
Take it to them Nina, and don't worry, they hate us all. Until of course, enough of us band toogether, then they love us.
Cheers
Pete MW

Comment by Pete
on Multiculturalism and the Proliferation of Minority Faith

November 14th 2006 18:40
Hi Damo,
The ABC is technically correct. Gideon Bible's were removed, but only from bedside tables or top draws. A patient now has to ask nursing staff if they would like to read one. Political correctness, or knee-jerk reaction? As to corrupt societies, certainly there may be exceptions, please let me know if you find any.
Cheers.