This is a small town, with a predominantly Aboriginal population. Not all of them are locals, some have come here to live from other places.
Many have jobs, or more accurately, “jobs”–taxpayer-funded make work schemes and projects, and that arrangement seems to work well enough when compared to Aboriginal communities.
But here’s the rub…..these people have grown used to handing over responsibility for almost all aspects of their lives to “the gummint”, and by extension to the white people who run essential services. Decisions and responsibilities which most of us would regard as routine and trivial are offloaded, and offloaded not because they’re beyond them, but out of taught laziness.
There are health initiatives, sports initiatives, housing programs, sports and entertainment programs. Almost all organised by white people and certainly , all funded by them. Look around this place and the billions spent on these people is obvious.
This doesn’t stop some of the Aboriginal people reviling “whitey” and regurgitating the progressive crap about “our (black) nation”, of course. They’re utterly oblivious to the logical disconnect between the black nationhood meme and their utter dependence on white Australian taxpayers for everything from the supply of toilet paper to the clothes they wear.
Not that there ever was anything remotely resembling an Aboriginal “nation”–merely a collection of tribes.
Welfare has destroyed them, well-meaning intervention has destroyed them. That’s a sad and complicated story in itself.
Now, at a time when Queensland is reeling from a huge natural disaster, when services and people are being stretched to the limit and the state is facing a bill in the billions….this town is going to get a food drop!
People have had months to prepare for what is, after all, an utterly routine annual event. They’ve driven to Cairns frequently and brought back booze and cigarettes and consumer junk. Yet they’re somehow unable to stockpile the basic necessities they need every year to get them through the wet season!
It’s beyond them, apparently to create a community fund which they could all pay a small amount into every week or fortnight, enabling them to pay for a charter flight.
Nossir…that’s the taxpayer’s job.
And it sticks in my throat when I hear people moaning about the destruction of their way of life, then watch them carrying home junk food in plastic bags from the shop while wallabies…a great source of low-fat protein– hop tamely through the streets of the town.
I’m disgusted.
