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The Karens Revolt (revolting Karens)

 

Karens rally against injustice


A large group of Karens and their supporters took to a rally this afternoon in front of Government House to protest against the continuing discrimination of people named Karen.

‘Were tired of being lumped together under some banner of whining and being troublesome,’ said spokeswoman Karen Smith. ‘To be honest, we’re bloody sick of this ****!’


 

When asked what the protestors, mostly middle-aged women named Karen, hoped to achieve, Karen said, ‘We want people who use our name in a derogatory fashion to be fined. A bloody big fine! We want to send a message to the world that’s its not okay to use our name like that. How would they like it, huh? They deserve a bloody good kick up the ****, that’s what!’

Ms. Smith was quizzed on the protest group, that last month, targeted the home of twenty-year-old, Craig Bulumy, who shared a Karen meme on Instagram. The Karen’s congregated outside Mr. Bulumy home, shrieked and threw unripe tomatoes, smashing several windows.

Ms. Smith said, ‘Those people were from a breakaway group and not part of the official No Karen Blaming Group. Having said that, like seriously, what did he expect? Push people enough and they will push back! By the way, those tomatoes were seriously overpriced.’

Once the group had taken position by Government House steps, they were met with a line of police officers. Loud chanting went up, ‘Karen’s Matter Too!’ and ‘We’re not Sharon and we’re not Barren. We’re Karen!’




When Karen Smith finally addressed her supporters she said, ‘We want the Minister for Affairs for Women to come down here, and make a public declaration that she will implement stiff penalties for anyone who puts Karen’s down. It’s not acceptable and we just don’t understand what’s so ****ing funny about it. It’s not ****ing funny!’

The group was boisterous to the point of hysteria, (actually they were very hysterical) but not violent. There was only one arrest, when one Karen attempted to urinate on the steps. ‘They ****** on me, so I **** on them!’ she screamed. She was arrested. She did not go quietly.

The Minister made no comment though a leak claimed she said to her office aide, ‘Those damn Karen’s never stop whining.’

A new hashtag has gone viral. #BeleiveAllKarens_OrThey'llNeverShutUp.



There are numerous subgroups of Karen's including; Nail Salon Karens

Drug Store Karens

Airplane Karens

Grocery Store Karens

Restaurant Karens

Big Box Store Karens and Gym Karens.

Do you have any suggestions?


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Postscript. There is actually a group of people called Karens.

From WikipediaKaren people
The Karen are an ethnolinguistic group of Sino-Tibetan language-speaking peoples. The group as a whole is heterogeneous and disparate as many Karen ethnic groups do not associate or identify with each other culturally or linguistically. These Karen groups reside primarily in Kayin State, southern and southeastern Myanmar.






Into the Mouth of Nightmares...


Given Covid and an extensive Sydney lockdown, perhaps this is a good time to post this. 

I also have a friend in Durban who had a very frightening experience this week with the riots.


This was written a decade ago in 2011. 

Finally going through a large cache of poems for possible future books.

I like this one but not enough for a book. Worth sharing though, so here it is.




The Wider World as it is Known

March 25th 2011 (Cairns)

 

Dredged up and dripping

Into the mouth of Nightmares

Days bleak and nights too bright

With the blinding tunnel

Store of Childhood fears

That were never really

Left Behind.

 

Struggle Bleary Eyed back into the

Program

Because the Rules

Must be adhered to

And the Masters are Demanding

The alternatives

Promise Nothing

Because it doesn’t pay to question

Or Mildly Ponder

In case the Truth isn’t

What it was understood to Be.

 

The Years Tumble Down

Precious, Fragile

And less Remarkable than the Last

And the Wondering settled in a long time ago

When would the Results begin to show?

 

All the Boxes were ticked

Fought against and then conformed to

According to the Protocol

All is as it Should

The Coffers are Filling

But it doesn’t feel good

And all subsequent self-deception

Has the Shakes.

 

When it comes

It’s during a Period of Tenacity and Success

When doubts had finally succumbed

The House crumbles

The Cards Scatter

And the Entire Life Plan that was

Germinating before Birth

Has Evaporated

Leaving but a Hollow Residue

With all imagined trepidations

Come to Actuality

 

Despite all Death and Disaster and Gloom

The World has never seemed so user friendly.


Will the realisation

Come to pass?

Coupled with the deliciously bitter

Irony

That the only way out of the chaos

Is with no plan at all.

 


Perhaps it's more pertinent than ever.

What do you think it relates to?

No wrong answers. It's whatever you want it to be.

I was wrong about this poem. It's quite good.




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Discovered after 20 years - Photos - 1995 Short Film


Hi,

What were you doing in 1994?

A group of twenty somethings and teenagers got together and shot this film in Oct/Nov '94. It was completed by June '95. 



Synopsis

A teenage girl living in a small country town, struggles to find meaning in her life. She has a difficult relationship with her mother and her best friend and soon becomes obsessed with the occult, until she meets a young man, who has his own secrets, who will have a huge impact on her life. 


(These first two photos are from the film. 
The one at the bottom is one of the 'lost').


In my twenties, I made a short film Toil On, Faint Not with a good friend, Peter Bruce, using a variety of formats. Betacam SP. Video 8. Super 8 film. 35mm stills. 90's style digital graphics/image manipulation. 

Recently, I discovered some old photos in a box, that I'd not seen for over twenty years. They're from behind the scenes. (some were taken by Paul Gale. Some by myself).

I decided to scan them and put them into a video. Here it is. The film itself is below that.



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Jeremy and Andrea. Preparing for a scene. 
The Script can be seen on a clipboard. From memory, it was mostly handwritten.






Only the Young Die Good - Audio/video

 

Hi,

Hope you're having a good week.

I try and mix it up for you, so this week I have a New Video Poem called;

Only the young die good.







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Night of Terror - The unknown Koori Hero


This Post is published 169 years to the day after the tragic event.

(The days also line up. Friday, the 25th of June).


Yarri 

Who was he?

And how did he become to be involved with one of 

the greatest tragedies in Australian history?




Firstly, Yarri doesn't quite factor into the rest of the Famous After Death series. While his story has been passed down, it's still barely known outside of the area in which it took place.

Secondly, he was well known after the event but it took twenty years before he and his friend Jackey were given a commerative breast plate. He treasured this plate, which hung about the neck, until he died. 

Yarri's story deserves to known. It should be taught in schools. 


The Story


Let's go back to the town of Gundagai, in rural New South Wales, close to the Victorian border. A time when the population was a fraction of what it is now. A time when most indigenous and non indigenous peoples lived close together and in relative peace. *

When travellers began to realise the need for  a settlement between Sydney and Melbourne, the lower hills around the Murrumbidgee was chosen. Murrumbidgee means big water in the Wiradjuri language. The fact the Europeans knew and adopted these words demonstrates the relationships that did exist between the two peoplesThe indigenous people had been living in the area for centuries, perhaps thousands of years and knew that it flooded periodically and occasionally in a huge way. It's literally at the bottom of a valley. They warned the settlers not to move there. 

In those days, living by a river provided water for sustenance. Drinking, cleaning etc. Behind them were steep hills. One was called Mount Parnassus. Not a mountain in the traditional sense but certainly a huge inconvenience to place a settlement there. Like the harbour and Paramatta river in Sydney, the Yarra in Melbourne and the Thames in England, it was common sense to build settlements by bodies of water. And so they did. You can see how small the river was. Hardly a threat. Right?

However, small floods would occur so people built lofts in their houses, just in case.



Taken from the North of the river. The Old Mill. Still standing today


In 1844, there was a larger than normal flood which swamped many homes. The people finally realised that living so close to the river was not wise. They requested to be able to move. However, the NSW State Government would not allocate further allotments, nor offer compensation if they did move. Facing a huge financial loss to a people already doing it tough, they stayed. Most lived in shacks and wooden houses and just didn't have the financial means.

Following a long, dusty drought, it finally rained. And rained. After three weeks of heavy rain, in 1852, the river had swollen and surrounded the 250 people in the township of Gundagai. 

But then the rain stopped and the sun came out. Not understanding how water is captured in surrounding hills and its method of draining downwards, the people thought the worst was over. Yet, they were still cut off and some wanted out. 

On Friday morning, the 25th of June, some people attempted to get out by means of a punt. It was a disaster and several people, a woman and children, drowned. 

A local Aboriginal man, Yarri, in his thin bark canoe, began to rescue people, one at a time. The canoe was small. By that night, the river was suddenly rising at a rate of one metre per hour. People scrambled to their rooftops but it was not high enough. 



Yarri in the background, near the Mill


Another Koori man, Jackey, began doing his bit to rescue people too. There were two other indigenous men working hard to save people also. People screamed. Cattle drowned. Whole families were being washed off their roofs and from tree trunks, into the gigantic, fast paced swell. Some could swim, Many could not. In actuality, it didn't matter if they could swim. The river, especially in the darkness, was just too powerful. Often in floods, its not the water that kills people but the debris.

During the course of the night, Yarri rescued a staggering 49 people, one at a time. Imagine how long that took? Jackey rescued 20. (It's unknown how many the other two men rescued). 

In one terrible incident, there were 26 people atop of Lindley Rose's Inn. Mrs. Lindley, her four children and 21 others. The water kept rising until it swamped them all. Only the mail coach driver, Johnny Clinch, survived.

To put a human face to the tragedy, many single labourers were killed. Plus entire families. Here is the names of one  family. 

Richard Hunt, saddler, 56. His wife, Sarah, 35. Emily, 11 Richard, 9. Caroline, 5. John, 3.

There are many amazing stories in this horrific night. Many deaths. Estimated at 80 dead but with only a third of bodies found, the real number is unknown. (With various travelers on the road, it was impossible to determine the actual numbers). Yet, it could have been worse without the incredible efforts of Yarri and Jackey.



After that, the town was moved up the hill to its present location. The old Mill was left standing and is still there today. Only two other buildings survived the night. It's one of Australia's most incredible disasters. It's worthy of a movie at least. To my knowledge, not even a book exists. Children know about PharLap, a 1920's race horse, but not of Yarri and the Gundagai flood disaster.



These photos are from many years later, after the bridge was built, yet show the width of the floods that continue to occur. The old town was in the middle of that. Imagine the horror.


There is a small booklet put out by the Gundagai Historical Society. If you contact the Tourist Information Centre in Gundagai they may be able to arrange a copy for you. It's only 20 pages but it does contain first hand accounts. Much of the information comes from survivors and was published in newspapers.

If you live in Australia, try to get to Gundagai. There's a fantastic museum, an old jail that once housed the infamous bushranger, Captain Moonlite. A historic train station, now closed but open to visitors. And much more. It's a beautiful old town. The Old Mill is still standing and you can see the path where the original flood took place. From up on the hill looking down, you can imagine the sheer scope of that flood. (This still is taken from video I shot in April, '21)



The bridge was built years later and is now abandoned

Yarri was also honoured by the family of Fred Horsley, who in recognition of Yarri having rescued Fred, named his property, 'Yarri,' after him.   In 1952, on the centenary of the flood, the Horsley family donated a sundial in Yarri's honour. It is now in front of the town's museum. In 1980, a plaque was placed on the wall in the Museum. In 1983, a local park's name was changed to that of Yarri Park.

In 2017, a statue of Yarri, Jackey and the famous canoe was erected in the main street. 




He was acknowledged in his lifetime and celebrated since. But most Australians have never heard of him. His name should be as famous as Ned Kelly's. No single person in Australian history, or perhaps in any history, can claim to have saved the lives of so many people, with no assistance, one at a time. 


As for the man himself, he died years later, by a tree. The breast plate was found with him.


More Famous After Death.


Mill to the right. 


* A subject for another discussion. Despite some well known incidents, both peoples did live mostly in peace. There were aboriginal police forces in some areas (Melbourne) and entire towns set up as Aboriginal Protectorates. I grew up in one such town in Victoria. Sadly, it was European diseases that took the heaviest toll on indigenous populations. Disease and poor hygiene killed many European children too. A visit to any old cemetery will demonstrate that. Terrible events did take place but not to the extent some parties will have you believe today. The majority of people then and now are good. Most people want to live in peace. And they did. Good news doesn't make the news. There are millions of good stories every day. We just don't hear about them. But if you're willing to investigate, you can find them.

If you want to know more, I recommend undertaking your own research. Read history books. Grace Karsen's The Colony is an excellently researched book about the birth of Sydney, documenting skirmishes, but also wonderful interactions (eg. ex convicts and indigenous people used to party together every Friday night in the streets of The Rocks). While Europeans did take over the land, for the most part, people lived in harmony side by side. Yarri's own story is testament to those relationships. 


Yarri, Hero of Gundagai


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