With tears in his eyes, he angrily told me I didn’t understand him. I could tell he was pushing for me to challenge; to prove him wrong. I knew he wanted desperately to be heard, to not feel alone. I wanted so badly to be the one to give him that.
I wondered, then, as I looked at the furrowed brow that had always been so soft and loving before now, whether he was saying this to me or his ex girlfriend.
I agreed that I didn’t understand. I wouldn’t dare argue with his truth. All the same my heart broke; I didn’t understand him even though I tried more than he realised. I tried as hard as I could. But trying isn’t enough.
Australia has been an absolute cluster fuck of morals this year.
Our country has blood on it’s hands. The blood of those who sought safety at our very, very privileged doorstep – who we shipped away and turned our backs on.
For those who’ve come across the seas; we’ve boundless plains to share.
Tomorrow we hear the opinions of those who chose to vote on whether same sex marriages should be acceptable in the eyes of the law.
In history’s page, let every stage, Advance Australia Fair.
I am ashamed and I am deeply saddened. I am afraid. I don’t know who we are or what we stand for.
With courage, let us all combine to Advance Australia Fair.
I’m sure I’m not alone. That’s something.