There is a certain class of commentators and spectators, the very type of people who would never welcome people like me, who often demand performance of gratefulness for being in this country, to them I say: I am not your nigger.
This demand for grateful by people who constantly complain about immigration and immigrants. This demand that we show nothing but utter happiness and joy - as if life is ever so one sided - is a illusion I am not willing to help them ride themselves of.
At what point do I become a citizen? At what point am I allowed to love and criticise the country that is now home?When do I stopped being the grateful guest?
How come the Andrew Bolts who constantly complain about aspect of Australia is never told to be grateful?
How come the Andrew Bolts who constantly complain about aspect of Australia is never told to be grateful?
So hell no. If you want your nigger to dance for you. To perform. To know when to speak up or shut up. When to make you feel good, I ainât your nigger. I am citizen.