I can't explain fully my disappointment at the results of yesterday's State election.
Too much power is now in the hands of one political party...almost absolute power ...I feel that is bad news because history shows that absolute power can be a recipe for disaster.
Will the rich get richer ?will the poor get poorer? I think the answer is 'yes.'
Queensland may never be able to recover fully from the change that is before us.
I hope I am wrong.
I am feeling pretty down in the dumps today,the past week has left me drained and yesterday was the last straw.
As always I've tried to support The Greens but this time it did not go so well. Why? Read on for the answer:
Before I moved to Bundaberg I fervently supported The Greens by giving many of my days at Pre Polling booths and also totally all day on election days.
I am not a so called MEMBER of the Greens but I have proudly been one of their volunteers and for decades I have sung their praises.
Anyone who knows me well knows that I have constantly exclaimed to anyone and everyone that 'Bob Brown is my number one hero.
If you ask me why that is I would have to answer that it's because he cares greatly for this fragile beautiful earth and for it's healthy future ...he loves Australia and he tries to protect it. To this very day I still hold Bob Brown in high esteem and I will always try to be 'a Greenie' even if the day comes when I stop calling myself a 'Green' I will still be a 'greenie.' Bob Brown and I too love and treasure this beautiful planet and I will do all I can to save it from those who want to rip it apart and rob it and destroy it. Sorry if this upsets you but I do believe that the Liberals (and in the past decade Labor too)has ripped the guts out of Australia's heart. They don't seem to care if it is sold off or dug up or poisoned. I feel strongly that our kid's and their kids deserve to live on a beautiful healthy planet.
A healthy environmentally friendly Australia. The Greens seem to feel the same way as me and that's why I support them.
Today however my own 'Green' heart is shot (stray red and blue bullets) and I am all but ready to finally give away tinkering on the outskirts of any future election's harsh battle-zone.I feel like I have been hit by a bomb. Yes I did expect it but the battle of the past days was uglier and harder than most others.
Why? Well since yesterday afternoon my Green dream is looking more like a Blue nightmare. Today I awoke abruptly to see ominous Liberal storm clouds clustering before me...I know a lot of rain is on the way.
I never thought I would feel like this. It has been building up for a while I guess but it came to a head yesterday. Why? Well...I am not fully sure but I guess that over the past days I experienced some mud slinging that I didn't really expect. I'd been standing my 'Green' ground at the pre poll's booth when early on Saturday morning (after a heavy rush of numerous pre-election voters) I ran out of my dwindling portion of How to Vote Green flyers. The opposition stood nearby to where I stood and they were all very well equipped with paper flyers to show voters their policies and candidates .I was definitely at a disadvantage as by 8.30 AM I was left with no How to vote flyers (and though I previously requested ' more flyers' there was no way for the local Green's to get them for me in time to hand out to Saturday's streaming people who were flowing past by me. There is no doubt that at my polling booth I was at a disadvantage as my political opposition had heaps of paper 'How to vote' flyers to give out .
Nevertheless I stood my ground without the paper flyers and although I felt embarrassed by my lack of paper ammunition I still tried to promote our local Green candidates. To do this without The How to Vote Flyers was indeed a great handicap to the candidates and to me. I could have left the school and gone home,anyone else probably may have done that but I could not let the Green's opposition have such a big advantage so I wracked my brain and out of the blue (excuse the pun) an idea came to mind...though I say so myself I think it was a good idea...my innovative idea was to use the one bit of Green advertising material that I had...it was my big Green how to vote poster sign...in fact there were two of them ...I had previously tied them onto the school fence alongside of the Liberal's signs. I untied the one that said 'VOTE 1 GREEN', I left the other big Green sign tied to the fence where it stayed amid the dozens of Liberal signs...some Labor and Australia Party signs plus Family first signs were there on the fence too
I could not give anything paper out to the public but rather than go home defeated I held up the Green poster sign in front of me just below chest level (my Green's Tea Shirt still visible ) and I stood outside the school on the path so as the public who walked toward the school to vote could see the big 'Vote 1 Green' Sign that I proudly held . By doing this that one Green sign became the most predominately visible sign of all.I am sure this action bugged the opposition parties although not one approached me about it...peoples eyes though have a funny way of giving away how people really feel and I am pleased to let you know that it bugged the 'big BLUE boys.'
As each voter passed by to enter the school (where the polling booth was) I said the name of our Green candidate and after his name I added 'for the Greens.' Most folk passing nodded a friendly acknowledgement toward me. After they walked past me they went toward the opposition parties who were eagerly passing them out their political flyers. None of them had questioned what I had done but if the shoe had been on the foot I am sure they would have tried the same course that I did. I think it worked well. I made sure the 'Greens' presence was known and felt. I had arrived early ( 7 AM) polling began at 8AM and by eleven A.M. my arms were so tired from holding up the sign.(I have moderate level arthritis in both my hands)and my voice was growing weak from having to repeat the candidate's name so when the following ugly events happened my resolve was weakening. It was at this point that I was verbally snipped by a well dressed woman for not having Green How to vote flyers. She said aggressively (?) that she wanted to 'vote Green...aggressively in stern tone 'why don't you have Green how to vote papers? How do you expect me to vote Green if you don't have the papers?' I tried to politely explain to her that I did not have any flyers but she only had to put a 1 in the box of The Green Candidate ,she was fuming her body language angry before I could finish saying what I was trying to say she said something quite nasty to me (leaving me momentarily speechless) then she ...in a huff...stormed off,I tried to tell her how to vote for the green candidate but she had stormed off before I had a chance to finish speaking. She seemed very 'UN-GREEN.'She was curt and unwilling to even listen to any
explanation. I felt my face burn with embarrassment and I could not help but think that 'no true Green would be angry and annoyed that there was no paper flyers....trees after all are chopped down to make paper and wouldn't any true Green be happy to see one sign held up telling a person how to vote rather than a thousand pieces of paper passed out telling the same thing?????
It is from this assumption that I have to presume that the woman was in fact an impostor Green sent in to disrupt me from holding up my prominent 'Vote 1 Green' sign.
Election day saw me facing several nasty attacks. One big burley man got up close to my face and said harshly 'anyone who votes green wants Australia to be a third world country' and soon after that another brave guy came up to me and quietly scoffed at me that 'Greens are traitors...I won't even repeat the stuff they said about...and I quote...: ' Gays.'
I was also accused by a couple of men of a horrid lie...yes they said that 'the Greens are backed by CIA agents and Greens are guilty of treason.' I wanted to cry but held back the tears. Here I was (am) a granny in her early sixties trying to do all I can to help keep a world with clean air and water and environment for my kids and grandkids (and theirs) and for this I am accused of treason? I look at the two big political parties in Australia and see what they have done...sold off Australia's heirlooms...or treasures...our icons and it is me a Green who is called a traitor? shame on the two big parties not the few little ones.
My heart is faithfully Australian...my soul...loyal Australian...my dreams...loyal to Australia...always.
Greens are not traitors.... I certainly am no traitor... I just believe in striving for a Greener cleaner more peaceful world.
This has been my hope ...my dream...and it's been the reason why (until now) I have put myself out there around election time to support my fellow Green dreamers. I am not as young as I used to be and I guess I am not as tough as I should be because after this past election day I realize I can't do this anymore. I had a dream in the early hours of this morning and it woke me up in more ways than one.
I dreamt of six ships on the ocean,there was a torrid storm all around them...many crew members were fighting to save their ships and many captains were supervising this ordeal...I was one of the crew...many good faithful crew members were with me fighting hard for their captain and fellow crew...I fought to save my captain and my ship...in this storm I took a moment to look out at the others around my ship and I found that only one of all the captains was struggling hand in hand bailing out water and helping his crew to hold on and stay safe...he fought along side his crew as if he was one of them and as I looked I could hardly distinguish him as the captain as he fought valiantly and as hard as each member on the ship....he was one with them. As I witnessed the storm tossing the ships about I could see that all other Captains were standing apart from the crews and it was the crews who were trying to save the Captains. The exception was that one loving captain that I viewed on the smallest of the ships.
Only that one captain was passionate in action about saving his crew ...only that one captain thought that saving his crew was more important than saving himself. All the six ships were sinking none escaped damage. I stood there on the edge of my caprain's ship,I knew it was in peril and that soon all my fellow crew and my captain might very probably drown in the debths. We all were prepared to be washed away by those violent waves crashing around us...it was in that moment that I realized that perhaps I was standing on the wrong ship. I am not sure if the rest of my ship's crew saw what I could see on that
other smaller ship and there was little time for me to point it out and so little time to left. I chose in that moment to dive off into the waves and swim toward that smaller ship.If I had to face crashing waves I would face them with a captain who had a genuine empathy for his crew
.A captain who would fight to help save his fellow man/woman. I swam toward him but the waves crashed down on me and could not find my way....that is when I woke up .It was only a bad dream...too much spicy food the night before I guess.When I turned on the TV after breakfast I saw the election results...wow....a landslide to the 'Libs.'
Of course it all ended as the polls predicted,perhaps a bit worse than I expected.Sunday hasfound me sulking over the results and nothing can cheer me up.Anyway here I am now tonight on the bridge of my ship...but tonight it is no dream it is real even if it is told as a metaphor it is real.I am looking out at the storm and I am wondering what I should do...I see the frenzy and the waves crashing over us all...I see that all is not as it should be...captains are being washed overboard and held up by faithful crew .I also see faithful crew being held up by one struggling captain...ships are sinking,men and women drowning...I stand here in this storm,fearful watching us all sink...watching us all drown and as I do a part of me is hypnotised on the smallest ship of all and that so called crazy Captain whose ship is bobbing amid massive waves. He is trying to hold up his drowning supporters ,lost in the crashing waves is his captains cap...no one can tell which one is him but I can see him fighting to save his fellow mankind and I am asking myself: 'Will I just dive overboard and swim to his side? is going under for the last time beside someone so full of courage and virtue worth diving into the stormy deep? or is it worth clinging onto his smallest hope that such a he might just get lucky enough to keep his crew and ship afloat long enough to clear the storm? Dare I trust that anyone can lead Australia out of this storm of neglect and abuse toward this ancient land?
I stand on the bridge of this old ship wondering will I risk swimming toward such a Captain ...can I believe that anyone can get Australia safely home?Will I just stand here beaten down by the waves unable to do anything else...but ...prepare myself to sink? I am not quite sure but I sort of feel that I may just dive in one more time...though I need more time to think it over.