This is not the work of a journalist reporting on the Reclaim Australia Rally held yesterday. This is taken from facebook and is one woman’s personal experience. I think it should be shared more widely as Australia is only a little ahead of us with their problems to do with terrorism and with Islam. The day will come when we in New Zealand experience our Lindt Cafe moment and we will be looking to Australia for guidance.
Reading this made me reflect on the fact that activists and protestors generally come from the liberal side of the political spectrum. The threat of Islam is turning people from all political persuasions, cultures, races and religions into activists. The fact that these ordinary Australians turned up in the pouring rain to this rally is an indication of how deeply they are worried. These are not your usual rent a mob protesting against the latest fashionable cause, these are people fighting for the very future of their country, culture and democracy.
Reclaim Australia Rally SYDNEY â€“ 4th April 2015
As always, I can only write this post from my perspective and how I saw the event unfold. I will write from personal experience at the event as accurately and truthfully as I possibly can. I apologise in advance for this being ‘long-winded’ but its the only way to make sure I cover as much as possible.
I, along with three others arrived in Martin Place at about 9:15am. The weather â€“ abominable. It had been teeming rain since Friday afternoon. We parked the car and walked about 7 minutes to Martin Place. In that time alone I was fairly soaked. We had parked in Philip Lane, walked onto Philip Street, along Elizabeth Street before coming to a stand still at the entrance to Martin Place Station. And there it was. The Lindt Cafe. It took only microseconds for the images of last December to come flashing back. The horror of that day and all that unfolded. And here I was, suddenly standing in front of the building where two Australians lost their lives under the banner of Islam. If I had had any doubts leading up to this event as to why I was here, then standing before the Lindt Cafe was all it took to remove those doubts and erase them forever.
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