I have a friend who I’ve known for a long time, in fact we met at Primary School in the 70’s.
He lives in Alice Springs and I rarely get to see him, but He has kept in touch.
He’s one of those people who, although online, is fearful of using the internet properly, He uses e-mailand that’s his limit.
So, Every week I can look forward to an e-mail full of memes from five years ago.
But lately, He’s been sending me a fair bit of racist memes, concerning “Towel Heads”, I think most of you will understand what those posts would contain.
Now if I were some sort of racist bogan, my little racist bogan mind, might decide that since I’m a fourth generation Aussie, with some Aboriginal blood in me, That I’d be well within my rights to call him a Wog, since his parents were clearly not Australian themselves.
That however, is not me.
This is me.
One sunny day at Kingsville Primary school, I found a gangly boy standing under a gum tree, crying. He was a funny looking kid, mostly because his mum made him wear the shortest of short shorts which gave him the appearance of having the longest, skinniest legs, a bit like a daddy long-legs spider.
I walked up to this kid, and I asked him why he was crying.
He told me that he’d been called a “German Sausage” (His Dad is German, His Mum Yugoslav), and he was clearly hurt by this.
I had been the butt of jokes myself, so I introduced myself, and from that day on, we were firm friends.
Our Parents also made friends with each other.
Years later I went to his 21st Birthday Party, and Attended his wedding, He married a Woman who adored him, and I’m proud to say they are still together today.
Tonight, I plan to remind him how we had met, and I hope a little guilt sets in.