Road to WW
The road to 'WW' is paved with good intentions, and cotton. Really, check it out.
That thar's cotton. I forgot I can post by email.
Here I am. Out in the sticks. Sometimes I wonder what people really think of themselves. How 'good' do people consider themselves to be? I guess it depends on what 'good' means to you. I don't wonder because I want to judge them, I would be interested to know if, given the opportunity to reflect on something they've said or done, would people regret it?
I went to 'WW' today to cover two things. One was the official unveiling of a mural painted by high school kids on the side of the police station to celebrate diversity of culture and the need to work together towards the future. The opening involved Aboriginal Lands Council representatives, police, the mayor, about 1/8th of the high school, teachers...it was a big deal. The majority of the mural's artwork was done in Aboriginal dot-painting style, using both 'european' and traditional paint colours for further symbolic meaning.
So amidst this feeling of intercultural cooperation, friendship, positive community work - I return to 'N' to overhear some town locals talking about a function they would be attending, and insisting it couldn't be too near the river because that's where the 'coons' hang about.
I didn't say anything.
I was angry and sad at the same time. Angry because they said it. Sad because they didn't give it a second thought. Would they have reconsidered their choice of words if I'd spoken up? If they'd changed the words, would it really have changed the attitude?
Another day passes in a small country town.
the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 6/22/2004 05:23:00 pm || ||
