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October 27, 2002 11 AM - Canberra YHA Patty the nice lady from Melbourne occupying the lower bunk informed me that last night a couple of men tried to break into the youth hostel. They tried to rip the mesh screen in our room window but could not really take it apart. Instead, they got in by breaking through the window of the manager's room. Maggie, t he Chinese lady from Beijing now a Sydney-sider, was in the other bunk bed fast asleep so she was unaware of all that has been happening. Good thing Patty was awake and alerted the reception desk. The burglars actually got into the hostel but the cops apprehended them. And where was I when all this was going on? In the common room, trying to organize my iPod playlist... and they say backpackers beware! HA! Being clueless has its advantages...heheheheh October 27, 2002 - National Gallery Australia Walking though the Aboriginal Arts installation, I came upon an artist who does not use paint and canvas, rather he uses Microsoft word with Helvetica font to show his art. His name is Vernon Ah Kee. Words, they are his art. He wrote:
If I was White I could walk down the street and people would pay no particular attention to me. It may not seem like much but if you've ever had a shopkeeper tell you to buy something or move on, or simply follow you around the shop, it's significant. If I was White people would speak to me. Wouldn't you feel a little lonely if you were the only White person in a new classroom, at a new school, and nobody including the teacher understood you or your culture? If I was White I would think like a White Person. If I was White I would believe myself to be equal to anyone. If I was White I would be less likely to spend time behind bars. If I was White alot of the fights I've been in would not have been my fault. If I was White I wouldn't have been in so many fights. If I was White I would not be part of the Stolen Generation. If I was White I would have been counted in the Census since 1901. If I was White I could live, shop, and socialize wherever I want. If you walked into Real Estate Agencies where houses and units To Let suddenly become Taken, and just as suddenly become Available when you leave, then you know what I am talking about. If I was White I would be accepted. If I was White I could group together all the people who don't look like me into their own separate communities. If I was White I could accept a life of privilege, wealth, and power that the exploitation of Black People has brought me Without even blinking. If I was White I could stand back, walk on by, sit on the fence, and do nothing. If I was White I would think I have every right to be here. If I was White I would fit in. If I was White I would not have to live in a country that hates me. If I was White I would have a country. If I was White I could say This land has been in my family for three generations. If I was White I could say My family have lived on this land for two hundred years. If I was White I could say My father worked hard to buy this land. If I was White I could buy bandaids the same colour as my skin. What if all bandaids were black? If I was White and in an accident, I would be wrapped in white bandages. If I was White just think of all the names I wouldn't have been called. If namecalling does not seem all that serious to you then you haven't heard the names I've been called. If I was White I wouldn't be asked if I was Fullblood, Half-caste, or part White. If I was White I would not hear other White People Say to me You don't look like you have a lot of White in you, or You don't look White. If I was White my fair skin would not be such an issue with other White People. If I was White it would be okay to claim to be White. If I was White I wouldn't have to claim to be White just to get a job. If I was White I would be taken at my word. Try accepting everything written here as being true simply because I say it is. If I was White I could really identify with Australian TV soaps. If I was White I could really identify with Australian TV Advertising. If I was White popular Australian newspapers would print what I want to read. If you don't think so then count how many Black People appear in the weekend social pages. If I was White I could go to Church and Jesus Christ would look like me. Imagine Christ images all over the world being black. If I was White I would not have to be smart to keep a good job. If I was White I would have more chance of getting a job. If I was White I could wear a suit and tie and not look suspicious. If I was White I could own a luxury vehicle and not look suspicious. If I was White I could shop in luxury stores and not look suspicious. If I was White I could walk in a white neighbourhood and not look suspicious. If I was White I could dye my hair blonde and it would not look strange. If I was White I could have blue eyes and it would not look strange. If I was White I could marry another White person and it would not look strange. If I was White I would have a better chance of becoming PM. If I was White I could write history any way I please. If I was White Ignorance would be my excuse. If I was White I would have nothing to fear from Police. If I was White I would not have to explain the things I say. If I was White the world would make more sense to me. If I was White I could make believe that Black people were evil. If I was White I could shelter my children from the evil that exists in the world. If I was White I could lie to my children about the evil that exists in the world. But I am Black and I am as misunderstood as the next Blackfella but I am beginning to understand the White Man. He wrote a farewell message wishing me safe and happy trails. But what made me appreciate the message all the more is how he shared with me his own definition of SEX. Yes, you read it right. Sex. Hey, not only did that man teach me video engineering stuff, but he continues to teach me life lessons. So, SEX. Yeah...
E = experience everything X = xpect that all will turn out well as it should Good art they say has the ability to arouse the beholder. If it does not cause a reaction then art fails in its higher goal of touching the intended audience. Well, one thing is for sure, Fiona Hall's art gave me a rise. Excuse the pun. But you'll see what I mean. Check out the photos I took at the NGA. I am Mary Grace, blushing still and feeling juvenile...
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