The
Grafton community is in shock, left heartbroken after news that Friday’s terrorist attack
in New Zealand was perpetrated by a man who grew up here.
So
it’s understandable we want to try to distance ourselves from what is now one
of the worst mass killings in modern history.
We
feel for our city, we feel for the local family caught up in this, and we feel
for the people of New Zealand.
What
is apparent though is a lack of acknowledgement of the people who were
specifically targeted in this murderous rampage. Muslims. People, including
children as young as two, who were killed because of their faith and their
race.
And
don’t for one minute think it’s not about race, it’s a package deal for white
supremacists, and the 28-year-old who grew up here is one of those.
So
why do Clarence Valley spokespeople gloss over such details like they are
trivial facts in this horrendous story?
If
a Middle Eastern gunman of Muslim faith walked into a Catholic church in
Australia and open fired on white Christian families there would be no such
leniencies extended to the perpetrator or his ilk in the conversations that
follow.
But
here we are in protection mode. This isn’t our Grafton. This isn’t our
Australia.
This isn’t us. Which is correct if we judge the perpetrator only on
his actions on Friday.
But
we have to come to terms with the fact these things don’t happen overnight.
There is an innate beginning to a journey that takes you to a place where you
are capable of planning an attack of this level of calculation and carnage,
write an extensive manifesto to showcase the act, film it and broadcast it
live, and, after being captured, smirk to the media as you face the first of
the many legal consequences of your actions.
So
if it’s not us, who is it? Pakistan, Finland, any other country? Is it the internet
or social media? Computer games? Is it the moment he left Grafton? The moment
he was ‘radicalised’?
Ultimate
responsibility lies with our society and the attitudes we foster. The
conversations we have and behaviours we encourage and allow.
Everything
contributes to this. What we hear from governments, what we hear from the
media, what we hear from our family and friends. What we are exposed to growing
up, what we talk about when we are old, the messages we share in pubs and on
social media.
So
in the Clarence, our Muslim-free narrative is very telling. So, too, the
idealistic version we create of ourselves.
Please
stop telling me how wonderful this place is. I already know it is; as long as
you look like me, you go OK.
But
describing the Clarence Valley and Grafton as a diverse and multicultural
region that prides itself on being inclusive, while it makes a great sound bite
or quote in a news story there is plenty to fault in these broad overviews with
little evidence to back them up.
About
80 per cent of Grafton is made up of white people and more than 70 per cent
identify as Christian (national averages are 65 per cent and 52 per cent
respectively).
Our demographic is made up of Australians, English, Irish,
Scottish and Germans predominantly. Our indigenous population falls under the
Australian component and makes up 7.4per cent of that, representing the major
group as far as our cultural diversity goes. It is more than double the state
average at 2.9per cent. Our representation of other people of colour is
negligible by comparison.*
So
to call us a culturally diverse place is a stretch. Inclusiveness is easy when
we all look the same and have the same beliefs.
Our
indigenous locals may have a different take on what that looks like.
When
it comes to sport and the arts, sure we champion inclusiveness with First
Nations people, but when we are really tested, like we were with the Coutts
Crossing name debate, we demonstrate a low tolerance. Same with national issues
like changing the date of Australia Day.
When
our Citizen of the Year expressed her support of that in her acceptance speech
she received random boos from an audience that also included members of our
indigenous community.
Every
October when we are – to quote someone well known for her lack of regard for
other races – “swamped with Asians”, our lack of tolerance for the influx of
visitors eager to photograph our beautiful trees is demonstrated with the
barrage of abuse they receive from passing motorists.
But
it’s not about race, they’re just idiots standing in the way, right? Like the
booing of Adam Goodes wasn’t because he was an Aborigine, he was just a bad
sport.
What
if the Muslim community came en masse to Grafton to mourn their slain? What if
they came to a town where they don’t exist?
It’s
impossible to have all those other conversations about our wonderful town
without having this one.
As
difficult as it is, not mentioning the war as we wait for things to blow over
isn’t an option. It’s no longer Grafton’s story to tell, or its agenda to set.
The city will forever wear a horrific international act of terrorism as part of
its story and in its history books.
Interest
will follow us for a long time as the world learns who the perpetrator was,
what kind of place he grew up in and how he ended up committing an act of
hatred so obscene it stopped the world.
Like
all the official spokespeople out there, I too love the Clarence Valley, but
I’m not blindsided by that affection so much I believe we are incapable of
being a breeding ground for racism. We aren’t the only Australian town to have
this potential, but we are the town caught up in this mess.
Please
don’t run away from this so fast we fail to learn anything by it. Call out
racism. Call out bigotry. Then call it out again, and again.
*2016
ABS Census
LESLEY APPS
