It took a single announcement to shatter the last vestiges that ‘we’re all in this together’, with the state government letting the burden for its disastrous hotel quarantine scheme fall on marginalised communities in Melbourne’s north and west.
As the outrage of the Black Lives Matter movement spread globally, this time sparked by the murder of George Floyd at the hands of violent Minneapolis police, Australia has been forced to confront their own race relations.
Moving out for the first time, it is easy to forget how much the notion of home and community revolves around food. Nor do you stop running long enough to pause and reflect on how quickly your diet has degraded to two minute noodles.
You may recall hearing the phrase ‘it’s a free country’ thrown around the schoolyard. It acts as a justification. It’s not a counter argument, it’s an on the spot defence, lacking in substance and without forethought.
After a long, anxiety-inducing summer spent isolated with my parents in our family home on the burning NSW South Coast, it seems I learned some lessons about dread and impending doom that have come in handy.
About a year ago, I wrote an article on here announcing a boycott of all line-ups without gender diversity. There have been a lot of consequences, and I thought I’d take the time to share some of them with you
It’s interesting to think about the left and right wing politics that have encapsulated my lifetime in a non-stop battle between everyone who wants the world to be a better place and everyone who’s afraid of change
A car radio plays nearby, feeding through evacuation information and the phone numbers of relief services. A few feet away, my boyfriend watches a press conference by Daniel Andrews, who tells us that, as of 9:30am, 28 people are missing.
Despite everything that VCE was, I look upon my final days of high school with a strong pull of nostalgia. Not for lack of cause: I memorialised every event as though it were a scene from Breakfast Club.
The Penny Mint acknowledges the land on which we work, perform and reside: on Boonwurrung, Woiwurrung and Wathaurung Country. We extend our deepest gratitude to the elders and ancestors who have told their stories and sung their songs on this land for more than 60,000 years. We acknowledge that this land was never ceded, and no treaty has ever been reached. This always was, always will be Aboriginal land.