Friday, September 15, 2006

Border Control and Aussie values

from Wendy

Our political leaders are currently yacking about Aussie Values and Border Control by suggesting that migrants/visitors/students who come to our bonny shores need to sign up to Aussie values. Whatever they may be. Beats me what that means. Does it mean a fair go, a day’s work for a day’s pay. Acknowledging our convict heritage? Well, only some of us. Acknowledging First Nations and their rights. Oh yeah! Singing that Billabong song? Respect for yourself and others - biblical stuff? Be a mate, be sociable, but allow others privacy and space if they want it?

Here’s the ad that looks at ‘us’. The Fosters Ad
I don't have a kangaroo for a pet
I don't wrestle with crocodiles
And I don't wear a cork hat
I fight wars
But never start wars
I would rather make peace
I can wear my country's flag with pride
I am a rock
I am the island continent
My brothers are the Smiths, the Wilson's, the Santerellis, the De Costis,
The Wong's and the Jagamarras
I play football without a helmet
I like beetroot on my hamburger
I ride in the front seat of the taxi
I believe it's a prawn not a shrimp
I believe the world is round and down under is on top
I believe Australia is the best address on Earth
And Australians brew the best beer.

And the song we love to sing:

By Judith Durham – once a Seeker

I came from the dreamtime from the dusty red soil plains
I am the ancient heart, the keeper of the flame
I stood upon the rocky shore
I watched the tall ships come
For forty thousand years I'd been the first Australian.

We are one, but we are many
And from all the lands on earth we come
We share a dream and sing with one voice:
I am, you are, we are Australian.
I came upon the prison ship bowed down by iron chains.
I cleared the land, endured the lash and waited for the rains.
I'm a settler.
I'm a farmer's wife on a dry and barren run
A convict then a free man I became Australian.

We are one, but we are many
And from all the lands on earth we come
We share a dream and sing with one voice:
I am, you are, we are Australian.
I'm the daughter of a digger who sought the mother lode
The girl became a woman on the long and dusty road
I'm a child of the depression
I saw the good times come
I'm a bushy, I'm a battler
I am Australian

I'm a teller of stories
I'm a singer of songs
I am Albert Namatjira
I paint the ghostly gums
I am Clancy on his horse
I'm Ned Kelly on the run
I'm the one who waltzed Matilda
I am Australian


I'm the hot wind from the desert
I'm the black soil of the plains
I'm the mountains and the valleys
I'm the drought and flooding rains
I am the rock, I am the sky
The rivers when they run
The spirit of this great land
I am Australian.

And an article ‘Just how Aussie do we have to be?’ by an Australian Muslim, Salam Zreika.


Blogger Be said...

I love Australia...
Amazing place... can't wait to visit it.
I was looking for the person that sings this song, because I'll use it in a video I'm making for my English Course Final Project, and I finaly found it here.
Thanks... and great blog.

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