Oh Errol, sang Australian Crawl in their hymn to Tasmania’s gift to swashbuckling, I would give everything just to be like him. Such was the strength of the Flynn legend that the band named its second album Sirocco, after the schooner the adventure-seeking 20-year-old sailed from Sydney to New Guinea in 1929. Presumably it wasn’t Errol the tobacco planter and slave trader that inspired the...
Not All Black & White
Inside New Zealand’s social laboratory
Craig Sherborne
If a revolution ever happens in Australia, it won't start in Australia. We're not that kind of people. We follow; we don't lead.
If a revolution happens, it will happen overseas first. New Zealand, for instance. The perfect place for an ideas summit. A small revolution might come of it, not bombs and corpse-lined streets but the peaceful death of the two-party power base in politics. Female prime ministers. No mere lip-service apology to right the wrongs of a racist past, but hard cash as compensation. A political party, with seats in parliament, that exclusively represents the interests of the country's indigenous people.
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