OK so everyone that looked a little bit olive skinned was getting attacked? So OK, if I was in Cronulla, I think I would’ve been screwed. I am of English descent, but quite olive skinned. By default because I have very Celtish features, a combination of both English and French Celt descent. Not something I am proud or unproud of, just am that way. Maybe I could’ve been attacked by a bunch of stubby throwing bogans?

For most of us, nationality doesn’t mean shit really. My girlfriend is Asian (most have been) and most of my mates are in many ways foreign. Primarily because most suburban ‘Aussie’ types hang amongst themselves and don’t really do anything that interests me. It really doesn’t compel me where people are from. In some instances, sure it does, but why make a big deal of it? Some people are just sick to death of being asked where they’re from and I can at least at a simplistic level, understand why.

One possible reason why it doesn’t concern me is because I went to a primary school that was about 99% Anglo Australian (we had one Italian and a Jordanian) and was always seen as a wog, even through high school. And well up until about the 9th grade when I got to go overseas, I was bigoted, fag hating racist of the worst order. But I was for the most part a product of the environment. It doesn’t mean you can’t escape the environment! A trip to Japan probably saved me at that age.

So in effect, I could’ve ended up one of the yobbos at Cronulla beach. I am an ‘Aussie’ sans blue eyes and blonde hair. I am from the suburbs, never went to private school and have shit tin of AC/DC in my CD collection. Unfortunately I am not disgusted by what happened, you pretty much learn to expect it.

It scares me that Aussies who really don’t have a clue what’s going on might one day start a brawl at Frankston Beach or St Kilda beach because there’s nothing else to do.