“AUSTRALIA PERSONIFIED” – By Des Kelly
As a Sri Lankan (Ceylon) migrant to Melbourne,
Australia, of nearly 60 years, I cannot help but remember the many times when friends told me quite emphatically that I had made a big mistake coming here. I should have gone to America, they told me. My musical career, my songwriting capabilities, my showbiz life in general, would have been much better in America, had I chosen to go there. I sometimes wondered if they were right. Now, along comes this American, giving us his candid opinion on Australia Personified.
I found this very interesting indeed and decided to share it with all my eLanka readers, everywhere. To make a long story short, I am very pleased that I stuck to my initial decision of coming to Australia. See what you think.
Desmond Kelly.
(Editor-in-Chief)-eLanka.
David Mason is a Writer, a Professor, and a Poet Laureate from Colorado, USA
‘There’s a lot to admire about Australia, especially if you’re a visiting American,’ says David Mason. ‘More often than you might expect, Australian friends patiently listening to me enthuse about their country have said, We need outsiders like you to remind us what we have.
So here it is – a small presumptuous list of what one foreigner admires in Oz.
- Health care
I know the controversies, but basic national health care is a gift. In America, medical expenses are a leading cause of bankruptcy.
The drug companies dominate politics and advertising. Obama is being crucified for taking halting baby steps towards sanity.
You can’t turn on the telly without hours of drug advertisements – something I have never yet seen here.
And your emphasis on prevention – making cigarettes less accessible, for one – is a model.
- Food
Yes, we have great food in America too, especially in the big cities.
But your bread is less sweet, your lamb is cheaper and your supermarket vegetables and fruits are fresher than ours.
Too often in my country, America, an apple is a ball of pulp as big as your face.
The dainty Pink Lady apples of Oz are the juiciest I’ve had.
And don’t get me started on coffee. In American small towns it tastes like water flavoured with burnt dirt, but the smallest shop in the smallest town in Oz can
make a first-rate latte. I love your ubiquitous bakeries and your hot-cross buns. Shall I go on?
- Language
How do you do it?
The rhyming slang and Aboriginal place names are like magic spells. Words that seem vaguely English yet also resemble an argot from another planet.
I love the way institutional names get turned into diminutives – Vinnie’s and Salvos – and absolutely nothing’s sacred.
Everything is an opportunity for word games and everyone has a nickname. Lingo makes the world go round.
It’s the spontaneous wit of the people that tickles me most. Late one night at a barbie my new mate Suds remarked: ”Nothing’s the same since 24-7.”
Amen to that.
- Free-to-air TV
In Oz, you buy a TV, plug it in and watch some of the best programming I’ve ever seen – uncensored.
In America, you can’t get diddly-squat without paying a cable or satellite company heavy fees.
In Oz, a few channels make it hard to choose. In America, you’ve got 400 channels and nothing to watch.
- Small shops
Outside the big cities in America corporations have nearly erased them. Identical malls with identical restaurants serving inferior food.
Except for geography, it’s hard to tell one American town from another.
The ”take-away” culture here in Australia is wonderful. The human encounters are real – people love to stir and stories get told.
The curries here are to die for. And you don’t have to tip!
- Free camping
We used to have this too and I guess it’s still free when you backpack miles away from the roads.
But I love the fact that in Oz everyone owns the shoreline and in many places you can pull up a camper van and stare at the sea for weeks.
I love the ”primitive” and independent camp-grounds, the life out-of-doors. The few idiots who leave their stubbies and rubbish behind in these
pristine places ought to be transported in chains to the penal colonies.
- Religion
In America , it’s everywhere – especially where it’s not supposed to be, like politics.
I imagine you have your Pharisees too, making a big public show of devotion, but I have yet to meet one here.
- Roads
Peak hour aside, I’ve found travel on your roads pure heaven.
My country’s ”freeways” are crowded, crumbling, insanely knotted with looping overpasses – it’s like racing homicidal maniacs on fraying spaghetti!
I’ve driven the Hume Highway without stress and I love the Princes Highway when it’s two lanes.
Ninety minutes south of Bateman’s Bay I was sorry to see one billboard for a McDonald’s. It’s blocking a lovely paddock view.
Someone should remove the MacDonald’s Billboard.
- Real multiculturalism
I know there are tensions, just like anywhere else, but I love the distinctiveness of your communities and the way you publicly acknowledge the Aboriginal past.
Recently, too, I spent quality time with the Melbourne Greeks and was gratified both by their devotion to their own great language and culture and
their openness to an Afghan lunch.
- Fewer guns
You had Port Arthur in 1996 and got real in response.
America replicates such massacres several times a year and nothing changes. Why?
Our religion of individual rights makes the good of the community an impossible dream. Instead of mateship we have, ”It’s mine and nobody else’s”.
We talk a great game about freedom, but too often live in fear.
There’s more to say – your kaleidoscopic birds, your perfumed bush in springtime, your vast beaches.
These are just a few of the blessings that make Australia a rarity.
Of course, it’s not paradise – nowhere is – but I love it here.
No need to wave flags like the Americans, and add to the world’s windiness.
Just value what you have here in Australia and don’t give it away!
