Don’t welcome me to my own bloody country.

In 2001 I left Australia and I didn’t return for over ten years. Not long after I got back I went to a cricket match with some buddies. I was pretty excited as I’d missed out on cricket for a long time.

The game was about to start when I noticed some dignitaries wandering out to the middle of the field together with some aboriginals dressed up in traditional stone-age garb. You know, the usual loin-cloth and mud coating stuff when your culture hasn’t bothered to invent little things like the wheel.

“What’s going on?” I said to one of my mates.

“It’s the Welcome to Country ceremony,” he said.

I stared at him blankly. “It’s the what?”

He repeated what he had just said and then he told me that we had to stand up. The whole fricking stadium was standing up. Not knowing any better I got to my feet, but I wasn’t happy. What followed was rather excruciating. While a couple of aborigines blew on didgeridoos and some others danced in a circle bashing together some sticks, one spoke into a microphone. It was a long and drawn out garble about how we were welcome to their home and they were giving us permission to be here and crap like that. I was thinking to myself, “But this is my home. Why do I have to be welcomed to my own home?”

I sat down with the others with the firm resolve never to stand or sit through one of these ridiculous “ceremonies” ever again. You have to understand that when I left Australia in 2001 this so-called ceremony didn’t even exist, and if it did, nobody knew about it. Ten years later and not only was it being used to start sporting events but the Australian Federal parliament has to sit through it at the beginning of every day. I mean, how many fricking times does someone have to be welcomed to country?

“Hey bro, we’re doing the welcome to country ceremony.”

“But we did it yesterday.”

“Yeah, well we have to do it again in case you forgot.”

This underlines the utter absurdity and mischievous nature of this entire debacle. The welcome to country ceremony is just a nice little way to constantly remind ordinary Australians that they don’t belong here. It isn’t even a part of aboriginal culture. By all accounts it was invented back in the mid-70s by some performers. And how much does this little ceremony cost?

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Geez, that’s not bad for ten minutes work, is it? Imagine if you had the gig to open the Federal parliament, every fricking day. You can’t even pay Elders directly. Perhaps they don’t want the idiot white man’s money to sully their hands. I wonder what you’d get for opening a new parliament after an election? Does $10,000 sound reasonable to you?

As this article from Quadrant states, this “mysterious and ancient” tradition goes back about 40 years at most:

The supposedly ancient ‘welcome’ tradition goes back 30-40 years, whereas the House of Commons goes back  nearly 700 years. Indigenous entertainers Ernie Dingo and Richard Whalley, of the Middar Aboriginal Theatre, claim to have invented the “welcome to country” in 1976 because two pairs of Maori visitors from NZ and the Cook Islands wanted an equivalent of their own traditional ceremony before they would dance at the Perth International Arts Festival.[3]  Another version is that activists shrewdly created the ceremony at about the same time to buttress land-rights claims. And Aboriginal Rhoda Roberts, head of indigenous programming at the Sydney Opera House, says the ceremonies were developed in the 1980s by members of the Aboriginal National Theatre Trust which she co-founded. Her speaker-for-hire profile claims she personally invented the term “welcome to country” along with the protocols involved.  She would like welcomes to include marking guests with ochre and Aboriginal sweat.

Getting marked with some performers’ sweat – that sounds like a lot of icky fun for the whole family.

You’d have to wonder what sort of actual ‘welcome to country’ ceremony interlopers would have faced back in the “golden days” before Europeans showed up:

One early observer, a certain Mrs Smith, wife of a Mt Gambier missionary, noted that welcomes don’t always end well: “The tribes, like most savage peoples, were in continual dread of each other; and although they occasionally met up on friendly terms to hold a murapena (corroboree), it usually eventuated in a fight, in which one or two were killed and afterwards eaten.”

Hmm. That would be an interesting welcome to country ceremony, wouldn’t it? Eat a couple of the spectators.

Now we have the excruciating situation where private businesses are holding these ceremonies before standard meetings. Now don’t get me wrong – they’re not paying 2 grand for a bunch of smelly dancers to come in. No, what it usually amounts to is some clown standing up and reading off a prepared  speech where he thanks the local whatsit tribe for allowing them to use the land blah blah blah. It’s white virtue signaling gone completely bonkers. And it’s also dangerous.

During the recent Australian elections, prime minister Malcolm Turnbull made the outrageous deceleration that Australia was invaded:

“Well, I think it can be fairly described as that and I’ve got no doubt obviously our first Aboriginal Australians describe it as an invasion,” the Prime Minister said.

Oh dear. That’s no good. But it’s merely the natural progression from doing all this stuff in the first place. Soon there will be a “treaty”, (which is in inverted commas because you only have a treaty if you fought a war and were defeated, which didn’t happen), and a bunch of other stuff will happen and then … and then there will be reclamations of land. Those smug businesses that actually have permanent signs on their front door thanking the local tribe for permission to be there won’t be so smug when the same tribe rocks up and says, “yeah, about that permission – we’ve decided to take it back.”

Because they didn’t give any permission. What’s all this permission shit anyway? I really wish someone from Ireland would come to me and say that they’re finally asking permission for the local castle after stealing it off my ancestors about 400 hundred years ago. Because I’d tell them to go fuck themselves and that I want the bloody thing back.

See this all really took off when former prime minister Kevin Rudd formally apologised to aborigines and 300,000 virtue-signaling dipshits marched across Sydney harbor bridge. There’s even a National Sorry Day which is held every year. Every fricking year. I mean, how many times do you have to say sorry?

The answer is, a lot. Particularly if you were stupid enough to say it the first time. Just like the welcome to country ceremony. Over and over and over again. Because once you say sorry then that is an admission of guilt. And if you’re guilty, well, that must mean that someone else has to benefit from that awful awful guilt. All this does is drive a wedge between people based on race. Which never, in the field of human interaction, has ever ended well.

14 thoughts on “Don’t welcome me to my own bloody country.

  1. Look on the bright side – one day us whitefellas can make an easy income offering welcome to county ceremonies to our Chinese overlords.

    I’ve been away ten years, too. Australia’s changed. I read my old university’s paper – of course, it was full of the expected BLM and tranny toilet stuff, but it was so dour. Remember when Australians used to poke fun at anything and anyone? And they’re pretending to have forgotten irony and get offended at tiny things.

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  3. Matt

    I’ve been watching “Cleverman”. My God, how much guilt do white Australians suffer from? It is so full of “white man evil, Aboriginal man good” that it is sickening.

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    1. I’m not familiar with the series but this is from its wiki page:

      The six-part drama series reimagines several stories of the Aboriginal Dreaming in a modern, superheroic context, and reflects on racism, asylum seekers and border protection.

      Why you’d want to watch that SJF-infested crap is beyond me. But so many Aussie programs have the same thing you mentioned – white man bad, Aboriginal good.

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  4. People who urge you to “Follow the Money” never ask how thousands of leftist social activists earn a living.

    Hundreds of thousands if not millions of people have never made a dime anywhere but in supporting causes.

    Diversity = White Genocide = SICK!!!

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  5. Liberals in Canada do this silly thing where they start a press conference by saying which former tribal land they are standing on, such as is the case in any city or resort, etc.

    They almost always identify the native band/tribe/nation wrong.

    Of course, it’s meant to do what virtually everything that leftists intend to do – humiliate others into submission to their rule.

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  6. cris

    Following on Joe’s point this article reminded me of exactly the same nonsense in Canada. Today the minister of native affairs or whatever her title is tweeted:
    “Hai hai Chief Billy Morin&Elder Rick Lightening 4 the moving pipe ceremony,mtg w Chief&Council, sweat & naming ceremony #YellowBuffaloWoman”
    No joke, a federal cabinet minister has been given a fake indian name and she’s super excited about it.
    I feel like I’m living in a perpetual kindergarten which is always stuck in some dress up day.

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    1. What’s annoying about it is that she’s just virtue signaling. As if she really wanted to go and hang out with Indians on a reservation. Please. Actually, I bet the Indians never had female chiefs, so they’re virtue signaling too. It’s virtue signaling gone mad!

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      1. tomsmith

        It seems as if European, and especially Anglo culture, has gone insane. We may be witnessing the early stages of the collapse of our civilisation. This obsession with guilt and paying back everyone we have wronged is especially dangerous. Other cultures must rub their hands with glee when they see what we are prepared to do in order to say sorry. I don’t see a way out of it for us. Europe especially, facing the Islamic demographic bulge, looks doomed.

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      2. Have more faith. The Progressive Left is running out of steam, which means they must get more strident, not less. The snake is most violent just after its head is cut off. The most dangerous time for a German citizen during WWII was in the last few weeks of the war when the Nazis were indiscriminately killing thousands of their own citizens. The progressives are on the way out, people are beginning to push back against the lies.

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      3. Tomsmith

        I hope you are right. I was listening to the radio today in the UK as I drove to work. There don’t seem to be many people, either invited guests (as you might expect) or callers (more distressing), who think as I do.

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