Hi, we're Australia. Our policy on asylum seekers is completely stupid.
Australia, your delusions are ready.
We're an interesting
country. All these years of being tied to the foreign policy yoke of the
US, has infected us with their herpes-like madness. On the Age website
today Julian Burnside talks about the current policy on asylum seekers
and reflects on the ten year anniversary of the Tampa scandal. The
comments fall into two categories - praise, and the usual gamut of
facile nonsense.
Very few other issues - climate change being the
next most likely candidate - illustrate just how deeply mad Australia
as a nation has gone. You need only say 'asylum seeker' online for
'ozforozzies' from Paramatta to start frothing 'Their ilegal, anyway we
dont have room, and their ilegal, why dont they go back to arab-land
were they come from?'
That's a good question, Mr Average
Australian Citizen. I would debate this with you, but you have
demonstrated a fundamental disconnect from the basic capacity to process
data in anything approaching a baseline sapient way. This is the real
problem we face. Nit-picking over policy decisions - should refugees go
to Malaysia or Nauru or Christmas Island - is largely irrelevant. The
essential facts that lie before us are the very things we can not, will
not and point-blank refuse to accept.
Facts: We are signatory to a
1951 declaration on the rights of refugees. The world is a turbulent
place, some nations face purges, massacres, genocides, mass murders,
mass rapes - we don't. You can't get a visa off a government that wants
you dead. There is no 'queue'. Numbers of refugee arrivals by boat are
miniscule. Offshore processing is a violation of the aforementioned
agreement. People smugglers do not care what our policies are.
Fictions:
That you can 'stop the boats'. That people being raped, tortured and
murdered do not 'deserve' to come to a place where that doesn't happen.
That being 'tough' on the victim, makes the exploiter think twice. That
we take more refugees than any other country.
The fundamental
disconnect we suffer as a nation is this: we can be presented with
people who sew their own damn lips shut, or kill themselves when their
application is rejected. We can listen to stories of the Taliban raping
and murdering Hazara women, and forcing their men at gunpoint to kill
their own or be killed, and say 'so what?' We can see hundreds of people
board a boat meant for 20 people, and ignore the desperation that
involves. We tell them they should have joined a neat, orderly queue
that doesn't exist, to go back to a country that will see them dead, or
that they should have applied for a legitimate visa from a government
that wants them dead.
Things like this ARE the issue. It's
called human suffering. More than any national allegiance, we share a
basic allegiance to being human, and needing a life of integrity and
dignity.
How did we get here? Good question. Malcolm Fraser let
in thousands of Indochinese refugees with little consternation, so what
changed? Howard. The Howard era ushered in US style politics, where an
issue could be shallowly framed as 'left' or 'right' for political gain.
The Tampa should have taught us this: a shameless politician cares only
for human suffering if it brings him votes. Our policies ever since
have been stuck in the groove of chasing the absolute lowest common
denominator.
Let me make it plain. I do not give two tugs of a
dead dog's c*ck what some bogan racist thinks our foreign policy should
be, and neither should any self-respecting government or opposition. We
should not base policy on a willingness to ignore fact, and the pursuit
of blind ignorance. Human suffering is not a 'left' or 'right' issue. It
is not a 'hard stance' or 'soft stance' issue. Easing the plight of
those who have undergone torment we simply cannot imagine, is the duty
of any living, thinking human being.
To prevaricate with talk of
legality or illegality, with queues and 'encouraging' people smugglers
are facile diversions, employed by the sinister to dupe the simple.
Australia, it is time to wake from your simple, childish delusions, and put your grown-up pants on.
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