I’m more multicultural than thou

One evening my da bought home a clove of garlic. The fam until then was your standard fare household. The most exotic dish was one with onions in it. But this garlic clove was something outside our culinary norm.
Keen to showcase his sophistication, the pater rubbed the garlic clove around the inside of a salad bowl. Then in went the greens. "Bon appetit!" he exclaimed with a kiss to his fingers.These magic words and its accompanying gesture were new to us all.
Our muticultural journey had begun.
In the years since my stomach has served as a miniature of the nation’s great experiment in multiculturalism. Today my alimentary canal regularly craves for exotic fare:hoummos, sushi, souvlaki...a Big Mac.
I feel at one with our polyglot nation.
We are one, but we are many
And from all the lands on earth we come
We share a dream and sing with one voice:
I am, you are, we are Australian
That’s what multiculturalism means to me. Yesterday’s Wog or I-tie, Chink or Refo, are today determining what we eat. You are what you eat, remember. What could be more muticultural than that?
At any suburban shoppingtown there’s not a lamington or a slice of damper to be had for ready money. How much we have changed!
Today in contemporary multicultural Australia you don’t have to go O S to get the squirts. Now that we eat out like any Dago straight off the boat, Salmonella can be had anywhere.
I saw it coming. I jumped on board early and embraced it to the hilt. My larder has not been the same since.
And we’ve got on, haven’t we? We’re not so woggish that one group can’t cancel out another. We don’t have to put up with too many of the one type. If all Australia had on offer was just one culture, other than its own, instead of several, I’m sure there would have been problems. But we made it so there were not too many of the same sort of Wog. So the overall effect was diluted.
That’s what multiculturalism is all about. That’s what makes it work. That way there’s a place for everything and everything in its place.
There is a place for everything
In eart, or sky, or sea,
Where it may find its proper use,
And of advantage be.
Flag raising
Any culture that decides to settle here has to recognise that. It is ‘foreign’ afterall and cannot expect the same sort of leeway it enjoyed as the primary civilisation in the old country. You can have your lingo, SBS and your funny little ways, but don’t expect to import your troubles when you come. Ambience is OK, we’re into that in a big way -- but no bringing of da politics along with you!
You are an honorary Australian now and we like to think we get along even with the foreigners in our midst. Signing on as an Australian also requires that you commit to some responsibilities which may be in conflict with your Wogness. That’s only fair.
But we don't want a few unwarranted glitches ruining the overall effect.