While we’re exactly a year removed from the Charlottesville rally, we’re still speaking the language of the century of marginalisation that preceded it.
With the racist dog-whistle firmly between their lips, Turnbull and Dutton have set the tone. It’s up to us to ensure our bark is less than our bite.
1968 was a year beset by great division, one that birthed great international protest. If we’re looking to change the world of tomorrow, we should look to yesterday.
Last night, the African gang problem was sensationalised on Seven’s Sunday Night. While many people questioned who the piece was for, well, it was made for people like me.
A recent English article that lavished praised on the well-dressed nature of the modern Nazi is merely the latest example of a rather worrying trend.
Despite my personal opposition, my southern white family has roots in the racial division that split my country.
Donald Glover’s visceral This is America has everyone talking, but as we elevate him, we should not ignore the other voices we deem less worthy. It is time to listen.
Well, Matt Groening finally commented on the Apu scandal, problem is, he doesn’t really understand it.
Well, dearie doo. Overnight, Cambridge Analytica went bankrupt, an educator in Texas made a stupid joke and everyone found a robot rather tasty. Ok.
According to freely available data, it seems that the indigenous youth of this nation are being unfairly targeted by the NSW police.
Despite a whole city rising against his rhetoric, Peter Dutton’s tone is nothing new. In fact, blaming the other is a well worn path in Australian politics.
Recently, the world banded together to support bullying victim Keaton Jones. The fact that Keaton turned out to be a bully is a perfect metaphor for 2017.
The general response to Sam Dastyari being abused is one of shock and disbelief. What it actually represents, is a chance for us to do something we seldom do. Speak up.
As for those people who are set to take the same journey as I did in 1977, I certainly do not envy them.
Sieg Heils, flaming torches, street battles, and the national guard. What has become of America, and where is it going?
Over the past 18 months, I’ve been inundated with 1,600 requests to perform in Miss Saigon. Yet still, as an Australian of Vietnamese descent, if you consider the industry whitewashed, I call it a tsunami.
Despite our best intentions, the gap between the women’s movement in this country bridged by white privilege is fundamentally flawed. And we’re all guilty of it. Including myself.
Furore this week in response to racially-charged, divisive rhetoric from our pollies. Looking back, Australia has long-relied on the “us vs them” campaign. Time to update.
What are the origins of the pride in our country we feel so? In the first of a four-part analysis, we delve into the lesser known female heroes of yore.
Fuss over freedom of speech is leading to a discussion we need to have, with the RDA’s 18C again making headlines of late. But where to stand when both sides of the debate seem equally weighted?
The cruel new world of the past twelve months has loosened the tongues of my circle, which is confronting, and raises the question, can you be friends with a racist?
With Brexit referendum talk stirring up emotions, an encounter with an elderly racist gets Jacqueline thinking: What happened to the British?