Muslims who want to live under Islamic Sharia law were told on Wednesday to get out of Australia , as the government targeted radicals in a bid to head off potential terror attacks.
Separately, Howard angered some Australian Muslims on Wednesday by saying he supported spy agencies monitoring the nation's mosques. Quote: 'IMMIGRANTS, NOT AUSTRALIANS, MUST ADAPT. Take It Or Leave It. I am tired of this nation worrying about whether we are offending some individual or their culture. Since the terrorist attacks on Bali , we have experienced a surge in patriotism by the majority of Australians.'
'This culture has been developed over two centuries of struggles, trials and victories by millions of men and women who have sought freedom' 'We speak mainly ENGLISH, not Spanish, Lebanese, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, or any other language. Therefore, if you wish to become part of our society . Learn the language!' 'Most Australians believe in God. This is not some Christian, right wing, political push, but a fact, because Christian men and women, on Christian principles, founded this nation, and this is clearly documented. It is certainly appropriate to display it on the walls of our schools. If God offends you, then I suggest you consider another part of the world as your new home, because God is part of our culture.' 'We will accept your beliefs, and will not question why. All we ask is that you accept ours, and live in harmony and peaceful enjoyment with us.' 'This is OUR COUNTRY, OUR LAND, and OUR LIFESTYLE, and we will allow you every opportunity to enjoy all this. But once you are done complaining, whining, and griping about Our Flag, Our Pledge, Our Christian beliefs, or Our Way of Life, I highly encourage you take advantage of one other great Australian freedom, 'THE RIGHT TO LEAVE'.' 'If you aren't happy here then LEAVE. We didn't force you to come here. You asked to be here. So accept the country YOU accepted.' _________________ Remember words spoken complaining may blight every effort and plan,
A kind word would help in attaining,
So say a kind word when you can.
he stand up in that though.. he is also no longer the Prime Minster of Australia....
we are attempting to work with Muslims so that they follow Australian law over Islamic law.. are we kidding ourselves??? a belief is a belief.. catholic follow their rules before following safe sex.. why should any other religion be any different _________________ as a babe drinks from its mothers breast so too does man milk mother earth
Religion and politics have always been the cause of wars and troubles,and imo,it will never change.
How outdated was that news I posted! doh! _________________ Remember words spoken complaining may blight every effort and plan,
A kind word would help in attaining,
So say a kind word when you can.
hi Lily you know it was good you posted it it reminded me of when it happened and why.. while the rest of the world has terrorist attacks they are rare in Australia... the Pm made that statement because at the time Muslim radical groups or persons were making threats towards major centers and we had some incidences occur.. I was glad he took a firm stance :) but some were outraged that a PM should openly "threaten" a group of people.... I believe in what was said and I am sure many non-racist Australia do too
I think the country is still taking this stance we have deported some persons found to have link to radical groups ... yet there is still a great amount of tolerance _________________ as a babe drinks from its mothers breast so too does man milk mother earth
Oooh I love these sort of discussions. I was born in St Pancras,London in 1969 to a single mother. She didn't want to keep me so I was in a mother and baby home in Hampstead until I was adopted at 9 months old.
Strangely enough my biological Mum and my real Mum (the Mum who brought me up) died at the age of 49 years,on the same date but 10 years apart...I often wonder will that be fate,death at 49 ?!
Ok me now, I was born in 1972 on the Isle Of Dogs in East London. My Dad was a bus driver and my Mum a dental nurse.
When I came along my Mum made no bones about the fact that she was going back to work - and she did. Good luck to her. She enjoyed her job and it meant the world to her.
So my very early years I was raised mostly by my Grandparents, and I loved that, so everyone was a winner.
We lived in a 3 bedroom maisonette and my parents' stayed there until 8 years ago when they moved to Kent.
5 years after I was born my sister Sarah was born. 5 years later my sister Katie was born and then 10 years later my sister Charlotte was born.
I had a happy childhood and I often remark that my generation was possibly the last to experience 'going out' to play without our Mothers worrying what was happening to us. Me and my friends used to go romping over the 'debris' sites.
By the early 80's the Docklands area was well under way and there used to be loads of debris sites all over the Isle Of Dogs and during the school holidays we would be over them from dawn to dusk.
One of my most vivid memories of childhood was when me and my friends used to go swimming in Limehouse Dock - it's a wonder we didn't end up with allsorts of diseases, but it was cheaper than going up Poplar Baths. Anyway, there I was swimming in the dock and a water rat happily swan past me about 2 feet away. I never went back into the dock water after that.
The real drama didn't really start until I hit my teens (doesn't it for everyone?) I realised at a very young age (about 12) that I was gay. At 14 I made the mistake of telling somebody who I thought I could trust but naturally she told somebody who told somebody who told somebody and within a week it all round the street and all round school.
I remember the school made me see a child psycologist. I still don't know why. I only saw her for about 3 months and we just chit-chatted mostly. I can remember thinking at the time "Why am I here?" but at the very least it got me off double Physics so it was all good.
When I was 15 I had a bit of a 'growth spurt' and suddenly hit six foot. I looked older than my years and so I decided one night to visit my local gay pub, The White Swan on Commercial Road.
The White Swan had a bit of a reputation in the area as being 'one of those pubs'. With it's boarded up windows I can see how it invited mystery and intrigue.
I walked around the block a few times before actually had enough courage to go in.
Eventually, however, I did. It was like walking into wonderland. For the first time in my life I was around people like me. For the first time I didn't feel 'different'. I could be the person I had tried so hard not to be for so long.
I walked to the bar and ordered a pint of lager. It was the only thing I recognised because until then my experience of alcohol was limited to a bottle of 'Blue Nun' over the graveyard with my friends whenever we had enough money between us to afford one.
I went back the following week and the week after and by then had actually started to make some friends - friends I still have now actually.
That third week turned out to be one of the biggest weekends of my life. I was at the bar and this man came over and started to talk to me. His name was Adam and he was 25. He was incradibly good looking and being so much older than me his every word worked like a charm.
Within an hour I found myself agreeing to going back to his house.
I phoned my Mum and told her I was staying at a friends house and not to expect me home.
I went back to Adam's house where he lived with his boyfriend and flatmate.
Anyway, long story short the three of them raped me.
It lasted the whole night. They had literally tied me up and did whatever they wanted to do.
Adam dropped me off early the next morning not far from my house and I went home and just stood in the shower for over an hour.
I burnt my clothes because they smelled of him and the others and moped about for about a week.
I didn't tell my Mum or anybody. I had it in my head that somehow it was all my fault, and I could just hear the questions; "Why did you go back to the house?" "Why were you at a gay pub?" etc....
So I kept quiet about it.
In fact, the first time I ever told anybody wasn't until 12 years later.
I continued to go back to The White Swan however. I figured that if I was ever going to be a happy gay man then I'd be spending a lot of time in places like The White Swan so I had to get back on the horse - so to speak.
I had some of the best nights of my life in that pub. Even now I go back every now and then. It hasn't changed much.
All in all, I had a really good childhood. I know everybody probably says it about where they grew up but I'm glad I grew up in the eastend of London. It was rough at times but some of the characters I've met over the years I really don't think I would have met anywhere else.
I still live in the eastend. Not on The Isle Of Dogs anymore but not far.
God Raymond what an awful experience for you,and I don't want to make you cringe but I think very brave of you to tell people. Your honestly is like a breath of fresh air.
Love the water rat story ,can just imagine your face watching it swim nearby !
This thread is great not only for building pictures up of people but also great historical value.
raymond i wonder how many other people they did that too?did you report them to the police ,i dont think you did ,wow sorry to hear this raymond _________________ my website is www.hauntedessex.com
No I didn't Mark. It was funny though because years later I was at Gay Pride when they held it in Victoria Park, just up the road to me.
In the beer tent I saw one of them standing with a group of friends. I walked up to him with a big smile on my face and said "Hello, remember me?"
"Er,.....no" he replied
"Oh really?" I said in mock disbelief "I thought you might have"
"Where do you think I know you from?" He asked
"When I was 15 you and your friends tied me up and raped me all night long" I said in a loud voice, still with a huge grin on my face, "I thought you would have remembered that"
It was one of those 'the whole place fell silent' moments.
that was a gay with no pride,hope he died when you said that
good you have dealt with this ,must have been awfull _________________ my website is www.hauntedessex.com
Shame he didn't Raymond. I'm so sorry that you had to go through that... Bastards! I wish I could cut their balls off and stuff em where the sun don't shine, but still, it wouldn't be enough. Good on ya Raymond for dealing with it. I truely hope you don't let it affect you now.... though I would understand if it did...
I've missed this thread good grief.. well before I reply to others.. where do I come from..hmm long story as they all are.
i was born in northern Ireland to parents of a mixed marriage they were shun upon and outcast by society and family alike.. my grandfather did not attend their wedding and the family issues on both sides were many mum was catholic and came from a large family of 9 surviving children dad was protestant and came form a family of 6 where many other children had died along the way... anyway I regress but it says a lot about my early years
we had a pig farm when I was born and my birth was one that came at great risk to my mother we are different blood types which was not piked up until the birth and she nearly died as did I.. mum was a very stressed woman who was also what I could term aggressive and perhaps unstable with it.. anyway without know in details it difficult to say but I have lots of memories of being hit and the like and fighting and screaming .. and blah.. mum was only 17 when they married.. so it was probably a lot of stress for someone so young
anyway I had an elder brother of two years.. over the years we grew to look out for each other but he was the favourite of mum... yet he still protected me to some extend
my parents both rode mother bikes in those days and dad drove stock cars and wasn't bad I might add.. one day while going to visit my grandparents farm I had a terrible accident on the back of mums bike my foot became tangled in the motor bike spokes.. I still recall the truck stopping and taking us to the hospital where I spent about 6 months having operations and healing.. I had skin grafts and the like.. I still recall the marshmallow they fed me to keep me happy a two year old alone in the hospital for so long it wouldn't 'really happen today but that was the way it was
we moved from the pig farm to town where dad had built a bungalow it was there we started school and there where we were taunted for being mixed.. I recall my brother being thrown on the iced up stream and beaten by boys to and from school.. and yet I thought we were fairly happy- we didn't 'knwo it any other way.. when I was 3 we migrated to Australia... the voyage was long I remember being so sea sick I was placed in quarantine on the ship ha
Australia was fantastic and terrible all at once.. we lived on a migrant hostel where were fought floods and bush fires and dad really thought we were on had moved to hell on earth. We were the only English speaking family on the hostel and my brother and I were bashed often by the older Spanish and Argentine children.. it really was rather scary at times. My brother and I were left on our on in the afternoons as both our parents were working .. and I remember just locking ourselves inside and hoping we would be ok mum and dad did their best to give us a good start in a new country .. I my brother had both his hands broken and I had my front teeth knocked out and was constantly carrying shiners and one girl use to bite me all the time .. it was a bit to go through for little kids
i began Australian school the day I turned five.. it was a school assembly in the morning and I remember they played God Save The Queen.. I was so scared to sing it I stood there searching the crowd to see if my brother was singing it .. he too was standing mutely staring like a deer in headlights.. we promised never to tell out parents that it was played at school ... it was something we would have been punished for partaking in or even listening to
anyway .. so much to say... so uninteresting haha
one thing I can describe is growing up with being able to see and hear things others couldn't.. also being able to I guess you would call it remote view anything I wanted... I never knew what any of this was I thought it was normal.. and I never understood why I was seen as different .. or disturbed (my parents took me to a shrink when I was 4 ) .. it took me years to figure out they were not just ignoring me hahah
I had one of those childhoods where everyone loved you but your family.. its a strange thing to go through ... my mum was abusive until I left home it got worse when my brother was born when I was 11 and then worse again when my sister was born and I was 14... but it made me very strong very independent and I know it was the right way for me to be brought up..
I don't talk about it not because it is difficult but because I really can't stand pity from others about it - an the people involved are still alive a.. so before you say you are sorry ... please know that it taught me more than you can know about people and adversity and it has made me a really fantastic parent and woman .. I didn't learn my value from my first abusive relationship it has taken many abusive relationships to break the cycle .. but it is broken and I feel no pain from it .. bar the fact I have not spoken to my mother since I was 19 or so until I ran into her at the beginning of this year i wasn't even scared and you know what she didn't recognise me I had to tell her who I was... LOL says a lot really :)
so that's my basic history .. _________________ as a babe drinks from its mothers breast so too does man milk mother earth
Well done for actually talking about the actual thread.
Bit of a rarity that.
you right there David...lol what it this all about ???? are you trying to kill conversation .. good conversation is about being open to listening and adding with speech.. its not really about defining the topic and not straying from it _________________ as a babe drinks from its mothers breast so too does man milk mother earth
I won't say "I'm sorry" or anything like that because apart from being slightly patronising, it's happened.
Like I said, shit happens.
It's not what happens to you that counts, it's how you deal with it afterwards.
ah that's so very right Raymond .. that is very true and in so many ways I can see my parents both lived lives full of their own demons (and still are) it certainly was not an easy path for any of us.... its not about forgiving or releasing its about actually making the most of your life in spite of everything you have or have not gone through....
I am certainly far more than this but that is where my roots were ... and thus life makes us grow :) _________________ as a babe drinks from its mothers breast so too does man milk mother earth
Whenever I've told people of the rape story I have been met with a certain amount of dis-belief in the past.
Some people think it's a bit of attention seeking, others think you're in competition with them over who can be the biggest victim and I've even had people say they don't accept that male rape is even possible.
Thank you, especially Raymond and Evergreen, for sharing your stories with us.
Naturally, my first reaction is sympathy and horror, because for me that's a natural and instinctive reaction, but I understand why neither of you want that.
But your stories have actually helped me no end, because what they have done is put my own story into perspective and made me realise that I'm in no way alone in having a crap childhood and a mother who was humiliating and verbally abusive, and a father who I was afraid of. The worst thing when you're undergoing these treatments and events is thinking you're the only one, and no-one knows what it's like to have awful things happen to you. It creates an awful sense of isolation and loneliness and makes you feel cut off from the rest of society, if not the world. At least that's how I felt.
It helps me no end to know that others have suffered too, and this suffering gives us a unique bond of understanding, and those of us who have withstood it and overcome it stand as a great example to others who may not have reached that stage yet. It really is a message of hope, encouragement, and triumph over adversity, and that's more comforting than any sympathetic words. I know I do relapse sometimes, but I'm getting there.
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