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I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. Commenced a masters by research in 2014.
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Racism is pointless. We may have different skin colours but underneath we still hurt when we are called names, bleed when cut and need love and sustenance to live. Underneath we are all the same. Fear is one of the big causes of racism. Fear of what we don’t know. What is foreign to us. When I was little people looked different. I could tell someone was from Asia, Africa even Greece and Scandinavia. They were different. These days I look at people and that is what I see. People. People the same as myself. They no longer look different (not vastly anyway.) Is it because I’ve travelled, that I truly live in an integrated mixed society (not true for I believe our government is extremely racist) or that people come into our lounge rooms via the television. Whatever it is I know they are people, with the same needs, wants and desires as myself.
Why the hell had he come to this rally? Yves squirmed in his seat as he listen to the vitriol pour from the mouths of the speakers. They were inciting the crowd to riot, mob and maim those from the Middle East, The Sudan and other parts of Africa. He had to risk that anger being transferred to him. He stood and commanded the floor. At least they respected him. Well at least for the moment. “Brothers” he said in a loud clear voice. “Why do you wish to hurt my brothers. We share the same Granny. Mitochondrial Eve.
Yes it’s true. We are all related. If you want to know more about maternal ancestors
This is in response to Charli’s prompt:
April 29, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that tackles racism. Think about common ground, about the things that rip us apart as humans. How we can recover our identities in a way that honors the identities of all individuals? What breaks the barrier of other-ness? Imagine a better tomorrow that doesn’t need expression in riots or taking sides on social media. As writers, think about genres, characters, tension and twists. We can rebuild.
Respond by May 5, 2015 to be included in the weekly compilation.Rules are here. All writers are welcome!
In Phnom Penh intricate gates and roofs are to be found in the Royal Palace. This palace remains the home of King Norodom Shiamoni the son of King Norodom Sihanouk. The palace sits tranquilly behind high walls with these intricate lace metal gates being the entry points into the calm beyond.
The buildings rising from the perfect gardens like islands in a sea of green. The palace was constructed in the 1860s which when compared to the Angkor Watt complex is young in the country’s history. It was designed for the King to meet foreign dignitaries and a fitting style.
The Silver Pagoda sits next to the Royal Palace not named for the colour of this structure but rather the solid silver floor on which one walks in the main pagoda building. This intricate structure holds the ashes of a departed king. These are dotted throughout the temple grounds. All intricate.
In response to the Daily Challenge Weekly Photo Challenge