This is Australia, each tree and bush, each hill,
each mountain, each vast plain where dust-storms
ride the ancient beds of ancient seas,
each headland set to face the surf,
each creek, long dry, that thunders when the rains
break their all-feeding benediction on the earth,
each rock that carving bears or tribal myth explains,
each billabong the heron’s grey reflection shows,
each jungle-patch along the north-east shores,
each valley and each gully where the euro runs,
each foot of earth, each stick, each grain of dust,
makes, and is ever part of, each Australian.
each mountain, each vast plain where dust-storms
ride the ancient beds of ancient seas,
each headland set to face the surf,
each creek, long dry, that thunders when the rains
break their all-feeding benediction on the earth,
each rock that carving bears or tribal myth explains,
each billabong the heron’s grey reflection shows,
each jungle-patch along the north-east shores,
each valley and each gully where the euro runs,
each foot of earth, each stick, each grain of dust,
makes, and is ever part of, each Australian.
This is Australia, this is the land
whose sons and daughters are forever blind
and deaf to all its mystery; this is the land
barren of lovers; this is the land defiled
by those who flesh is quarried from its earth;
this is the land whose sons and daughters turn
their faces from it, holding always
vain dreams in their small minds of their own greatness
greater then it; this is the land whose children
fear it, being so small and petty-mean
that never in their hearts is courage great enough
for them to love its beauty and immensity.
whose sons and daughters are forever blind
and deaf to all its mystery; this is the land
barren of lovers; this is the land defiled
by those who flesh is quarried from its earth;
this is the land whose sons and daughters turn
their faces from it, holding always
vain dreams in their small minds of their own greatness
greater then it; this is the land whose children
fear it, being so small and petty-mean
that never in their hearts is courage great enough
for them to love its beauty and immensity.
This is Australia. This is the land
now raising new spirit of its earth;
this is the land that now a few do love
fiercely and fearlessly; this is the land
than now has found a few to call
its vision from the cupboard of neglect
and set it up for every man to see.
This is the land preparing for those sons
who shall acknowledge their full fellowship
with every fistful of its soil, sons who shall hold
that soil as their own flesh, sons who shall be
fanatic and consecrated in their loyalty.”
now raising new spirit of its earth;
this is the land that now a few do love
fiercely and fearlessly; this is the land
than now has found a few to call
its vision from the cupboard of neglect
and set it up for every man to see.
This is the land preparing for those sons
who shall acknowledge their full fellowship
with every fistful of its soil, sons who shall hold
that soil as their own flesh, sons who shall be
fanatic and consecrated in their loyalty.”
Forwarded from Archiving Irish Diversity Stuff (AIDS)
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And now I speak, being full of vision;
I speak to my people, and I speak in my people’s name to the masters of my people.
I say to my people that they are holy, that they are august, despite their chains,
That they are greater than those that hold them, and stronger and purer,
That they have but need of courage, and to call on the names of their God, God the unforgetting, the dear God that loves the peoples
For whom He died naked, suffering shame.
And I say to my people’s masters: Beware
Pádraig Pearse - The Rebel (1915)
I speak to my people, and I speak in my people’s name to the masters of my people.
I say to my people that they are holy, that they are august, despite their chains,
That they are greater than those that hold them, and stronger and purer,
That they have but need of courage, and to call on the names of their God, God the unforgetting, the dear God that loves the peoples
For whom He died naked, suffering shame.
And I say to my people’s masters: Beware
Pádraig Pearse - The Rebel (1915)
Glad to see that calling out anti-white hate is becoming mainstream. Props to Tulsi
https://twitter.com/tulsigabbard/status/1579788950696185859?s=46&t=67az9mSqSk-6GyLtevNZig
https://twitter.com/tulsigabbard/status/1579788950696185859?s=46&t=67az9mSqSk-6GyLtevNZig
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Glad to see that calling out anti-white hate is becoming mainstream. Props to Tulsi https://twitter.com/tulsigabbard/status/1579788950696185859?s=46&t=67az9mSqSk-6GyLtevNZig
"Who divides us by racializing every issue."
It's the age-old tactic of latching onto growing pro-White sentiment and then drive it back into supporting multiculturalism. Nothing new.
It's the age-old tactic of latching onto growing pro-White sentiment and then drive it back into supporting multiculturalism. Nothing new.
Forwarded from Australia First
Very fascinating https://youtu.be/zam4HGAssqY
YouTube
1956 High School Exchange Students Debate on Prejudice (1). Nigeria, Ethiopia, Ghana, South Africa
You may also be interested in "The New Scramble for Africa" https://amzn.to/3ao6un9 #ad
We see a different batch of students, but from the same countries debating the same topic as in 1957.
Gold Coast (Ghana today) - Alfred Bannerman, South Africa - Dicks…
We see a different batch of students, but from the same countries debating the same topic as in 1957.
Gold Coast (Ghana today) - Alfred Bannerman, South Africa - Dicks…
Forwarded from Thomas Sewell (Censored)
The coward Todd Sampson sits on the board of a $2.5 billion media company and lives in a $10 million house.
While I clean gutters in the rain and help fix roofs for below average wage with joy in my heart knowing my grand kids will be White.
... and Todd's will be brown and gay.
Folk first not where the cash at.
14 words.
While I clean gutters in the rain and help fix roofs for below average wage with joy in my heart knowing my grand kids will be White.
... and Todd's will be brown and gay.
Folk first not where the cash at.
14 words.
Forwarded from Battleground (Jerm)
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Ugandan paratroopers celebrating independence by landing in all the wrong places.
This is why Africa is the best. 😂
This is why Africa is the best. 😂
I have a better idea for a title:
Why George is a piece of shit race traitor
https://youtu.be/76RKTA8ThYw
Why George is a piece of shit race traitor
https://youtu.be/76RKTA8ThYw
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How I Proposed to Candace Owens (George Farmer)
Full Episode: https://youtu.be/IrbxAZaY2Uo
Parler CEO, George Farmer tells the story how how he met and married Candace Owens.
Add Matt on Parler!: https://parler.com/mattfradd
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Parler CEO, George Farmer tells the story how how he met and married Candace Owens.
Add Matt on Parler!: https://parler.com/mattfradd
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Forwarded from Jack Dawkins
If Kanye West had said it was white people causing him problems, all the people crying now and calling for him to be cancelled, would've been lauding after him, the way it's transpired, fits exactly with the proverb; "To learn who rules over you, simply find out who you are not allowed to criticize.”
Forwarded from Jack Dawkins
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Kanye West started a race war 😂
“Ned Kelly was a gentleman
Many hardships did he endure.
He battled to deprive the rich
Then gave it to the poor.
But his mode of distribution
Was not acceptable to all,
Though backed by certain gunmen
Known as Gilbert and Ben Hall.
I think it was a pity
They hanged him from a rope.
They made Australian history
But they shattered Kelly’s hope.
If they sent him into Parliament
His prospects would be bright.
He’d function for the masses
If not for the elite.
And perhaps now in Australia
We’d have millions trained with him,
All laughing with a vengeance
At the little yellow men.
If Ned and the guerillas
Were with us here today
The Japs would not be prowling around New Guinea and Milne Bay.
Since Ned went over the Border
There has been many a change,
Yet we may adopt his tactics
Around the Owen Stanley Range.
Poor Ned, he was a gentleman
But never understood.
We want men of such mettle now
To stem the yellow flood!”
- From a poem composed around the time of the battle of Milne Bay (August-September 1942).
Many hardships did he endure.
He battled to deprive the rich
Then gave it to the poor.
But his mode of distribution
Was not acceptable to all,
Though backed by certain gunmen
Known as Gilbert and Ben Hall.
I think it was a pity
They hanged him from a rope.
They made Australian history
But they shattered Kelly’s hope.
If they sent him into Parliament
His prospects would be bright.
He’d function for the masses
If not for the elite.
And perhaps now in Australia
We’d have millions trained with him,
All laughing with a vengeance
At the little yellow men.
If Ned and the guerillas
Were with us here today
The Japs would not be prowling around New Guinea and Milne Bay.
Since Ned went over the Border
There has been many a change,
Yet we may adopt his tactics
Around the Owen Stanley Range.
Poor Ned, he was a gentleman
But never understood.
We want men of such mettle now
To stem the yellow flood!”
- From a poem composed around the time of the battle of Milne Bay (August-September 1942).
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“Ned Kelly was a gentleman Many hardships did he endure. He battled to deprive the rich Then gave it to the poor. But his mode of distribution Was not acceptable to all, Though backed by certain gunmen Known as Gilbert and Ben Hall. I think it was a pity…
“I do not pretend that I have led a blameless life, or that one fault justifies another, but the public in judging a case like mine should remember that the darkest life may have a bright side, and that after the worst has been said against a man, he may, if he is heard, tell a story in his own rough way that will perhaps lead them to mitigate the harshness of their thoughts against him, and find as many excuses for him as he would plead for himself. For my own part I do not care one straw about my life now for the result of the trial. I know very well from the stories I have been told of how I am spoken of, that the public at large execrate my name; the newspapers cannot speak of me with that patient toleration generally extended to men awaiting trial, and who are assumed according to the boast of British justice, to be innocent until they are proved to be guilty; but I do not mind, for I have outlived that care that curries public favour or dreads the public frown. Let the hand of the law strike me down if it will, but I ask that my story might be heard and considered; not that I wish to avert any decree the law may deem necessary to vindicate justice, or win a word of pity from any one. If my life teaches the public that men are made mad by bad treatment, and if the police are taught that they may not exasperate to madness men they persecute and ill-treat, my life will not be entirely thrown away. People who live in large towns have no idea of the tyrannical conduct of the police in country places far removed from Court. They have no idea of the harsh and overbearing manner in which they execute their duty, or how they neglect their duty and abuse their powers.”
- Ned Kelly in an interview with a reporter from The Mercury, dated 14 August 1880. http://www.australianculture.org/interview-with-ned-kelly-1880/
- Ned Kelly in an interview with a reporter from The Mercury, dated 14 August 1880. http://www.australianculture.org/interview-with-ned-kelly-1880/
The Institute of Australian Culture
Interview with Ned Kelly [14 August 1880]
[Editor: In this interview with a journalist, Ned Kelly gives his side of the story, including a statement that he did not shoot Constable Fitzpatrick. Published in The Mercury, 14 August 1880.] In…
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“I do not pretend that I have led a blameless life, or that one fault justifies another, but the public in judging a case like mine should remember that the darkest life may have a bright side, and that after the worst has been said against a man, he may,…
In this interview, Ned tells the story of how him, his mates and his family (especially his Mother, who was arrested on false charges of assault against a police officer) were treated unjustly at the hands of the Victorian Police. Ned was not a fan of the Police for these reasons, and his sheer anger at the situation is expressed in a much stronger manner in what is known as the Jerilderie letter, Ned’s manifesto, and written to Joe Byrne. Expressing his rage, Ned said in the letter:
“I had not been cowardly enough to lie down for them under such trying circumstances and insults to my people certainly their wives and children are to be pitied but they must remember those men came into the bush with the intention of scattering pieces of me and my brother all over the bush and yet they know and acknowledge I have been wronged and my mother and four or five men lagged innocent and is my brothers and sisters and my mother not to be pitied also who has no alternative only to put up with the brutal and cowardly conduct of a parcel of big ugly fat-necked wombat headed big bellied magpie legged narrow hipped splay-footed sons of Irish Bailiffs or english landlords which is better known as Officers of Justice or Victorian Police who some calls honest gentlemen but I would like to know what business an honest man would have in the Police as it is an old saying It takes a rogue to catch a rogue and a man that knows nothing about roguery would never enter the force an take an oath to arrest brother sister father or mother if required and to have a case and conviction if possible Any man knows it is possible to swear a lie and if a policeman looses a conviction for the sake of swearing a lie he has broke his oath therefore he is a perjurer either ways. A Policeman is a disgrace to his country, not alone to the mother that suckled him, in the first place he is a rogue in his heart but too cowardly to follow it up without having the force to disguise it.”
******
“What would people say if I became a policeman and took an oath to arrest my brothers and sisters & relations and convict them by fair or foul means after the conviction of my mother and the persecutions and insults offered to myself and people Would they say I was a decent gentleman, and yet a policeman is still in worse and guilty of meaner actions than that The Queen must surely be proud of such herioc men as the Police and Irish soldiers as It takes eight or eleven of the biggest mud crushers in Melbourne to take one poor little half starved larrakin to a watch house. I have seen as many as eleven, big & ugly enough to lift Mount Macedon out of a crab hole more like the species of a baboon or Guerilla than a man actually come into a court house and swear they could not arrest one eight stone larrakin and them armed with battens and neddies without some civilians assistance and some of them going to the hospital from the affects of hits from the fists of the larrakin and the Magistrate would send the poor little larrakin into a dungeon for being a better man than such a parcel of armed curs.”
“I had not been cowardly enough to lie down for them under such trying circumstances and insults to my people certainly their wives and children are to be pitied but they must remember those men came into the bush with the intention of scattering pieces of me and my brother all over the bush and yet they know and acknowledge I have been wronged and my mother and four or five men lagged innocent and is my brothers and sisters and my mother not to be pitied also who has no alternative only to put up with the brutal and cowardly conduct of a parcel of big ugly fat-necked wombat headed big bellied magpie legged narrow hipped splay-footed sons of Irish Bailiffs or english landlords which is better known as Officers of Justice or Victorian Police who some calls honest gentlemen but I would like to know what business an honest man would have in the Police as it is an old saying It takes a rogue to catch a rogue and a man that knows nothing about roguery would never enter the force an take an oath to arrest brother sister father or mother if required and to have a case and conviction if possible Any man knows it is possible to swear a lie and if a policeman looses a conviction for the sake of swearing a lie he has broke his oath therefore he is a perjurer either ways. A Policeman is a disgrace to his country, not alone to the mother that suckled him, in the first place he is a rogue in his heart but too cowardly to follow it up without having the force to disguise it.”
******
“What would people say if I became a policeman and took an oath to arrest my brothers and sisters & relations and convict them by fair or foul means after the conviction of my mother and the persecutions and insults offered to myself and people Would they say I was a decent gentleman, and yet a policeman is still in worse and guilty of meaner actions than that The Queen must surely be proud of such herioc men as the Police and Irish soldiers as It takes eight or eleven of the biggest mud crushers in Melbourne to take one poor little half starved larrakin to a watch house. I have seen as many as eleven, big & ugly enough to lift Mount Macedon out of a crab hole more like the species of a baboon or Guerilla than a man actually come into a court house and swear they could not arrest one eight stone larrakin and them armed with battens and neddies without some civilians assistance and some of them going to the hospital from the affects of hits from the fists of the larrakin and the Magistrate would send the poor little larrakin into a dungeon for being a better man than such a parcel of armed curs.”
The Institute of Australian Culture
The Jerilderie letter [by Ned Kelly, 1879]
[Editor: This was a letter composed by Ned Kelly in 1879, intended for publication in Victorian newspapers.] [Background: The Jerilderie Letter, dictated by Ned Kelly to Joe Byrne, has been describ…
“It will pay Government to give those people who are suffering innocence, justice and liberty. If not I will be compelled to show some colonial stratagem which will open the eyes of not only the Victoria Police and inhabitants but also the whole British army and now doubt they will acknowledge their hounds were barking at the wrong stump and that Fitzpatrick will be the cause of greater slaughter to the Union Jack than Saint Patrick was to the snakes and toads in Ireland.”
- Ned Kelly, 1879.
- Ned Kelly, 1879.