Mattyfisk wrote on Feb 7
th, 2019 at 9:41pm:
Oh, old boy, I know the people in my street. We exchange the wrong mail, cut each others' nature strips, feed each others' cats and - you'll like this one - put each others' bins out.
We trust each other, despite our sub-retardation and tintedness levels.
Now this is the ONLY thing that will save civilisation, as every schoolboy knows. We actually lost it in the 30s and 40s. I live and work with Curries, Chows, Crackers and Towel Heads in hijabs. We're in the union, we vote, we're all friends here. No one wants to carpetbomb each other. We want to stay friends.
You?
I doubt I believe you
The hard-sell rarely persuades
We live between Chinese neighbours. They do not speak to each other, nor do they speak to or mix with anyone else
On the other side are Spaniards, Macedonians, mid-eastern muslims (second generation, never mention their origins). Malaysians. Italians. Argentinians. Serbs. And that's just this section
on the face of it, it's pleasant enough. Some offer a brief nod or wave, although they're in a minority. Most are strangers to each other and prefer to keep it that way. Nearby is a German who not only interacts with as many as possible -- he also sends Christmas cards
The Spaniard has a heavy accent despite being here most of his life. He's extremely inquisitive about others & their origins, which of course provides the opportunity to ask him about his own. He's originally from Merrylands, he says. Then spits and crosses his throat with his finger. Oh, I thought you were Italian, someone said. He was offended, anger in his face. No -- Spain. He jabbed his finger into his chest, 'From Spain'. And although outwardly hail-fellow-well-met, he and his wife otherwise do not mix. Apart from entertaining Spanish visitors -- and they attend the Spanish club in the city every week
The asians likewise entertain only other asians. They regularly receive warnings from the strata body to clean up their yards, to little effect. On one side, they argue with each other several times a week, loudly and often after midnight. Not happy-campers, apparently, yet they bought-in less than a year ago and seem oblivious to the fact they have close neighbours. Consideration for others doesn't seem to be something of a priority for them. Slamming golf balls into the communal fences each afternoon, Chinese opera (I guess it's opera) played at full bore, accompanied by the man of the house and non too melodically
The Argentinians house an undiagnosed cretin who pulls low-life elements into the compound in the early hours. In the street behind are at least three households praying for his swift and painful demise. He's protected by a midget for a father and a banshee mother
One household of Italians ended up having to sell and go. Nasty drug goons were after their son who supplemented his income by breaking into cars. Meanwhile, his neurotic, self-righteous school teacher mother went around nightly -- along with the Spaniard -- sticking impossible to remove notices on people's vehicles
All sorts of crap, right under the surface
Late one night, I discovered a few dozen garage doors were open in the security basement. I must have surprised the offenders because chisels and tools were still on the floor. Phoned the police and then went around, knocking on doors to alert the garage owners. Not a peep. It was like the village of the dead. No one answered their door until I began shouting that the police were on the way -- their garage door had been broken through -- maybe they should go down to see if anything was missing
When they showed up they were indignant, displeased with me -- and keen for that to be noted. Not a thank you. Pouting and entitled. After that, we had locks professionally installed on ours. No more time would be wasted in the interests of the rest
So enough with the muticultural utopia. Frank was correct. Multiculturalism is BS. Science has disproved it mutliple times. 'Multicultural Australia' is comprised of dozens of ethnic enclaves which, if they could, would be exclusive. People prefer to be amongst their own and they do their best to achieve that by clustering together, marrying each other, giving their patronage to each other, etc.
Second and subsequent generations may, depending on their ethnicity, mix and marry outside their own tribes, but a lot would depend upon their religion. Some religions frown upon marrying 'outside' and do their best to impede it
The success of multiculturalism in the workplace depends upon the racial mix AND percentages. For example, a certain university in Sydney chose to employ, in its administrative arm, a swag of sub-continentals. Which was bad luck for the individual who'd fled from the old Yugoslavia. Those sub-continentals, so submissive when themselves in a workplace minority, behaved like pigs to that woman. They delighted in their majority 'powah'. Not an uncommon occurrence When in a minority, those same people cry discrimination and racism
Post-war factory work did a lot to break down the barriers and to effect multiculturalism. But the factories no longer exist. And although people of various ethnicities are compelled to get along in the workplace, in private they still think of and often refer to each other by their ethnicity
Aussies are entitled to prefer their own too, let us not forget