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An Australian child's ignorance about WW2 prisoners.

2/22/2015

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One other thing I discovered about myself in the early fifties—I liked boys. After the evening meal, I would run outside for a last play in the dimming light with my friends—games like hide and seek, basketball or cricket. One day, I met some exciting foreign boys on pushbikes. With a swagger, they told us they were from Italy. The recent war meant nothing to me and I found their attitude charming. My friends and I didn't know about the shocking history of internment his family might have faced during WW2.

When Italy declared war on Britain and its allies on 10th June 1940, Italian migrants in Australia became political pawns. In the interests of national security the Australian Government interned thousands of men, women and children. Most of those held in many camps around Australia, often in remote locations, were classed as 'enemy aliens', that is, nationals of countries at war with Australia. At the peak of the invasion threat in 1942, more than 12,000 people were housed in these compounds. They had no access to government support. The Salvation Army, which used to play music, shake their tambourines and sing on the corner of our street, offered emergency relief for destitute families, but a number of these were eventually interned at Tatura to access basic food and shelter.

Times were hard back then. Our diet was frugal, consisting of bread with maybe an egg and some tomatoes. I don't remember eating meat very often, although it was available for people who could afford it. Despite eating three Weetbix with milk for breakfast, I was constantly hungry. My father wasn't around much any more. He sometimes called in to pull all the flowers out of our garden, which made Mother cry, or cut our hair with a pudding bowl upended over our head to get the shape. This made her cry even more because she loved beautiful things and he'd spoiled our appearance.

When I went to visit my father and stepmother on weekends, she'd make soup out of vegetable peelings bought fresh from the Melbourne market. Her mother and aunts were wonderful older ladies, who boasted pianos and told endless stories about a life I knew nothing about—grand parties and picnics in the bush, and overseas travels. We could play with china dolls with cloth bodies that came from Germany and dress them with beautiful lace garments made in Paris.

Compared to this, I can only imagine the suffering the prisoners of war must have endured.

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I've since discovered other violations of human rights caused incredible sufferings for migrant families living in Australia. 

Internees produced goods and cultivated crops for the Australian war effort. Many of these men were deployed as farm labourers, or were employed as railway workers. Although there were a number of escapes, most POWs were recaptured because they had nowhere to go.

Everything changes. Now, most people in Western society have equal rights, although not equal wealth. Migrants move about the world to live in different countries. Once they've gained citizenship in a free country, they don't expect to be interned at an outbreak of war concerning the land of their birth.

However, right now, the refugee reception center on the Italian island Lampedusa represents the promised land for hundreds of thousands of refugees fleeing persecution and war in Syria, Iraq, the Horn of Africa and the Sahel.

Recently arriving migrants spoke of being subjected to random brutality, not only from the Libyan army, police and militias, but also ordinary citizens intent on robbing them of what little money they earned from casual work or had borrowed from their families to reach Europe.

Do the youngsters play outside their camp? Do they realize why they're being persecuted? I hope they have happy memories to tide them over the hard times. If only everyone could see life in the way of a child.

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Carrie Ann Tripp link
2/21/2015 10:41:00 pm

Francene,

My 17 year old son was watching a tv show about a school in Alabama. As we listened to the history, my husband and son were being loud. I thought I heard them say, "In 1979 we went to a desegregated school for the first time."

I asked the boys if they had heard the year. Neither had. Chris looked at me and said, "Carrie, that's probably about right."

I couldn't believe it. I didn't remember that from my history classes. 1979? That was the year after I was born.

I think as children we see things differently. We miss the importance of the things that go on around us. Even in high school the one boy of color (the adopted son of respected school teachers) caused racial tension in our rural town. I knew there was tension. I though it was out-of-date and incredibly closed minded.

When I heard 1979 the other day, however, I at least understood a little more.

I think your post was VERY effective today. You've got me thinking!

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Carrie Ann Tripp link
2/21/2015 10:41:14 pm

Francene,

My 17 year old son was watching a tv show about a school in Alabama. As we listened to the history, my husband and son were being loud. I thought I heard them say, "In 1979 we went to a desegregated school for the first time."

I asked the boys if they had heard the year. Neither had. Chris looked at me and said, "Carrie, that's probably about right."

I couldn't believe it. I didn't remember that from my history classes. 1979? That was the year after I was born.

I think as children we see things differently. We miss the importance of the things that go on around us. Even in high school the one boy of color (the adopted son of respected school teachers) caused racial tension in our rural town. I knew there was tension. I though it was out-of-date and incredibly closed minded.

When I heard 1979 the other day, however, I at least understood a little more.

I think your post was VERY effective today. You've got me thinking!

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Ajay Pai link
2/21/2015 10:41:16 pm

HI Francene,

The way you started the blog post was catchy. I had a hearty laugh. "I liked boys". Thankfully you did. But, then why did you deviate? I was expecting to read a romantic story.

However, the way you have portrayed the rest of the incidents, showcases that you are a compassionate person.

Wish you were in Bangalore, I would have met you over a cup of tea.

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Scott link
2/21/2015 11:06:20 pm

It certainly was a very different time back then. One can only wonder how future generations will look back upon us!

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Alana link
2/21/2015 11:38:02 pm

In our country, the actor George Takei, who played Mr Sulu in the original Star Trek, did not reveal for years a fact about his childhood. Along with other immediate family,he had been interred in a camp for Japanese-Americans in Arkansas and then California during World War II. That was actually a step up, because before that his family had been forced to live in a converted horse stable. This was all for the crime of his parents' ethnic origin. In the United States, the "land of the free". Last year, for the first time, I found out that an in law had briefly been a guard in an Italian POW camp within the United States, also. Those times were so different but they could so easily return - that is a scary thought.

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