巨變中的書寫
巨變中的書寫

駐墨爾本的自由運動觀察人.

我們是誰

作者:Michael Gray Griffith ( FB , Cafe Lock Out 版主)20 NOV 2021 Melbourne Rally 墨爾本遊行後的感觸。

我們是誰.


在人行道上。她的手臂交叉著她看著我們走過,在她新

潮的口罩下,她的眼睛盯著我。我擺一個手勢

示意她摘下面具,她照做了。下一刻,她離開了人行道,跳進了抗議自由的人群中。

二十分鐘裡,她一直走在我旁邊,一邊問問題,一邊微笑著告訴我,她對這一切防疫措施有多麼厭惡。

是我們的人數眾多停下了她。但是我們的同儕壓力是

如此不同。我們沒有承諾如果你不加入我們就會感到羞恥,或者被排斥。

相反,我們只是提供了一個安全的地方,讓她告訴世界她想要自由。

她接受了這個提議,通過摘掉她的口罩,向世界宣佈她是我們中的一員。

而現在這些人群的數目只是幾小時前人群的數目的一半

往另一個方向遊行的人數。各個年齡段的人,來自各種文化和人口的

文化和人口,許多人來自維多利亞鄉村以外的地區的人。

許多人拉著他們孩子的手,其中有許多是倒掛的澳大利亞國旗,。

在改變的風中飄揚著顛倒的澳大利亞國旗和眾多國家的國旗。

過了不久,一對夫婦正看著我們。那個女人的眼睛

看起來狐疑,她轉過身去,但她的伴侶一直在看著我們。

於是我們讓那男士摘下面具,他照做了。 他把它扯了下來。而

正是這一刻,當他的面具被摘下時他的笑容是如此燦爛,就像看著一隻鳥從籠子裡逃出來一樣。更使這次偉大的遊行,也是墨爾本歷史上最大的一次遊行變得更有價值。

再一次囚犯在他們承諾保護和奴役

他們的恐懼中選擇了逃跑。

我最後的恐懼也消失了。當我騎車前往抗議活動的起點時候,我與咖啡館裡的人擦肩而過,看著他們剪頭髮的人。現在他們得到了更多有條件的自由。

他們會不會抽空加入我們?

當我走近議會大廈--集會地點時,我正擔心只有幾千人到場。

相反,如果天空新聞所宣稱正確的人數。這不是一次抗議,這是一場人民的

革命。在這裏所有的人都和平的面帶微笑,高呼口號,並且

舉著他們自製的標語。我聽到一個女人通過擴音器上

背誦 "萬福瑪利亞",在所有的橫幅中,這些橫幅上佈滿

覆蓋著受祝福的處女圖象。因為路過的人群,這個移動的教堂

慶祝其彌撒的美好,唱出了這個詞。我看到年輕人在有軌電車的後車亭頂上高呼自由。 現在,我才意識到我的恐懼已經被敬畏所取代。我是英雄中的一員。

在多年的謊言和脅迫以及現在的種族隔離之後,我是墨爾本人合唱團中的一個聲音。

經過多年的謊言、脅迫和現在的隔離,他們走到一起,試圖以前所未有的方式奪回他們的城市。

試圖用前所未有的非暴力抵抗方式奪回他們的城市。

他們要求不實行醫療種族隔離,自由選擇進入自己身體的東西。

體的自由。

長期以來,維州的政治人物和主流媒體一直聲稱我們是法西斯分子、右翼新納粹分子和極端份子。毫無疑問,他們會再次使用這些詞來描述這次遊行,而且他們還會

說我們的人數很少,雖然很多人覺得這些謊言很好笑,但他們為什麼要說這樣離譜的謊言?

是因為他們知道我們可能是使他們失敗的因素?

這就解釋了為什麼,除了他們對我們的稱呼之外。

在過去的幾年裡,他們逮捕、罰款和噴灑胡椒粉

直到我們失明,或者用橡皮子彈向我們射擊。然而,對於

他們的所有暴力,包括我們歷史上最黑暗的一些暴力,但我們還是回來了

而且人數越來越多。

原文:

Who we Are

From the footpath She was watching us pass. Her arms were crossed, her

trendy mask secure, and her eyes on mine. With a single hand gesture I

motioned her to remove her mask, and she did. The next moment she left

the footpath and dove into the river of people protesting for freedom.

For twenty minutes she walked next to me asking questions and smiling

while telling me how sick of all this she was.

It was our numbers that had stopped her. Our peer pressure was

different. We weren’t promising shame if you didn’t join us, or

ostracization, instead we just offered a safe place for her to tell

the world that she wanted freedom, and took the offer and announced to

the world, by removing her muzzle that she was one of us.

And these numbers were only half the numbers that a few hours ago had

marched in the other direction. People of all ages and from every

culture and demographic, many had come from the regional Victoria, and

many held the hands of their children, as the Australian flags, many

upside down, and the flags of numerous nations, unfurled in the winds

of change, were stirring.

A short time later, a couple were looking at us. The woman’s eyes

looked suspicious and she turned away, but her partner kept looking,

so we told him to remove his mask, and he did. He ripped it off. And

it was this moment that made this great march, the largest in

Melbourne history, worth it. For as soon as his mask was removed this

man’s smile was so exuberant it was like watching a bird escaping from

a cage.

Once again, a prisoner of their promise to protect him. A slave to

their fear had chosen to escape.

The last of my fears were gone too. As I rode to the start of the

protest, I’d passed people in cafés and watched them getting their

hair cut. Now that they had been given more of their conditional

freedoms, would they bother joining us.

As I approached Parliament house, the meeting place, I feared only a

few thousand would be there, instead, if the numbers that Sky news was

declaring were right, this wasn’t a protest, this was a people’s

revolution. All of them peaceful. All of them smiling and chanting and

holding up their homemade signs. I heard one woman on a loudspeaker

reciting The Hail Mary, among all the banners which were covered in

images of the blessed virgin. I saw young people on the roofs of tram

stops calling for freedom, as the passing throng, this moving Church

celebrating its mass for good, sang the word back. It was now that I

realised my fears had been replaced by awe. I was a face among heroes.

One voice in a chorus of Melbournians who, after years of lies and

coercion and now segregation, were coming together to try take their

city back in an unprecedented act of nonviolent resistance. The

demands no medical apartheid and freedom to choose what goes into heir

bodies.

For so long now the politicians and mains stream media had been

calling us, fascists, right-wing neo nazis and extremists. They would

no doubt use those words again to describe this march, as they would

also print that our numbers were few, and while many of found these

lies funny, why were they telling such outrageous lies?

Is because they know we could be their undoing?

This would explain why, over and above the names they have called us,

in these past few years they have arrested, fined and pepper sprayed

us until we were blind and or shot at us with rubber bullets. Yet for

all of their violence, some of the darkest in our history, we return

and do so in ever growing numbers.

Could it be, that we now know who they are and who we are. And if you

dare to look past their artilces, you too will see the truth. They are

a virus, hell bent on infecting our democracy with Authoritarianism,

whereas we are our cultures immune system, its natural vaccine, and

our name is Freedom.

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