Fake Fake Fake!!!!
Adelaide march down memory lane
My first ever rally was in Adelaide in 2009.
It was for Julian Assange.
I was there with my husband and four young kids.
Marching down Rundle Mall chanting:
HANDS-OFF-WIKI-LEAKS-TELL-THE-TRUTH
was one of the most defining moments for us as a family. Me and the kids still talk about it all these years later. And funnily enough, I've yet to experience a rally where a chant is delivered in such a rhythmic & uniform way.
The simplicity and the fact that we kept repeating it over & over made it take on a life of its own. By the time we reached the Mall's Balls it felt as if our words were bouncing off the buildings.
I still remember the look on my kids faces.
It was also my first banner.
DON'T SHOOT THE MESSENGER written on an orange shower curtain.
I tried to google some photos but they come up as 2010 and we moved to Cambodia in 2009. So I'm not exactly sure what happened there.
Either way, it felt nostalgic walking the same path yesterday in Adelaide.
A little bit like marching across Sydney Harbour Bridge and realising that Julian Assange was marching with us.
Yesterday I noticed quite a few passers-by mouthing THANK YOU or touching their chest to show gratitude...and it made me wonder what keeps people from joining in a march. If you're comfortable sharing why you've never been part of a rally/march I'm really really curious.
Also a big shout out to the man that stood outside BOOST and just kept repeating "fake fake fake" over and over again. Like a seagull. I really needed the laugh.
Ah, the Malls Balls! I lived in SA for a couple of years and found it to be deeply conservative and quite openly racist, except where it wasn't.
I have mates who completely and utterly support Palestinians and their dreadful plight, and are very aware who the real enemy of our own states are. I know they know because they are the ones who educated me 15 years ago. Some do not come to protests or publicly show support for Palestine or Maori or Aboriginal people etc because of the bollocks that happens at their own dinner tables. Why is it always women who have to stfu and take one for the team over dinner to avoid discussing the hard things?
I’ve been to many such Adelaide rallies! Unfortunately was not able to attend yesterday.