It is no secret among my kith and kin that I am, to put it gently, not a fan of mass non-white immigration - alien people should not be flowing into my country at a rate that would displace my people in both their communities and the ballot box. Some of them agree with my sentiments, others understand but are unwilling to take a stance, and then there are those who are outright shocked.
“Why, why, why,” they would exclaim, “don’t you like immigrants or asylum seekers? They just want a fair go like you and me! Do you hate them? Are you a racist?”
My family has been in Australia since before the first gold rushes in the 1850’s - their family arrived on a dingy 40 years ago in the wake of the collapse of the White Australia Policy.
My family built this nation, and my family bled for this nation - their family took advantage of its ignorance and kindness, and brought heroin and gang warfare with them to our home.
My family voted for well-intended social policies and put together programs to benefit the Australian downtrodden - their family makes war on mine with these policies and steals from our most vulnerable using their own welfare programs.
If anyone protests, even suggests that these people don’t belong, then they are slapped with a lawsuit courtesy of s18c of our Racial Discrimination Act. That is the part that stings the most - that for all this talk of equality and fairness between us, they are treated better by the system we built to protect us than we are. Entire ministries are bent to the task of taking care of their well-being, all the while at the expense of our poor, our tired, and our elderly. Our media stands ready to champion their causes, while ignoring the cries for help from our broken and forgotten. Our businesses and institutions seek them out for employment or patronage, shunning our brightest and our most industrious.
“Love it or leave it” some would say, to put a spin on one of our many anti-immigration slogans. Yes, I could leave - putting aside the fact that this soil is soaked in the blood, sweat, and tears of my ancestors. I could pack up my belongings, buy a plane ticket, and leave Australia never to return. However, wherever else I go in the Anglosphere and beyond I would have to kowtow to the local special protected class, and consign myself to the same shadows I would be living in if I were to choose to stay in Australia in the first place.
I am without a homeland, as are the millions of other Anglo-Australians wandering this continent and the six others. The Commonwealth no longer recognises our identity and rejects our issues and needs as no more - or perhaps less - important than the issues and needs of groups which they do recognise.
So to answer the initial question yes, I hate them - I hate that they come here to steal our land and our homes from us, I hate that they come here to steal our classroom seats from our children, I hate that they come here to steal hospital beds from our sick and dying, and I hate that even though there is a world of difference between them and I, they are still considered just as Australian as I am.
They are the symbol of our impending demographic demise.
They are the product of our leaders' suicidal policies.
They are the benefactors of our deracination and delegitimisation, and they are right now ensuring that we will never have a homeland to call our own ever again.
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