No Australian should stand for inequality

Trash talk precedes most big fights. Boxers have to sell seats and the more bums on them the better their payday.

Anthony Mundine’s no stranger to that. He’s been stirring the pot his whole career, drumming up business, psyching out his opponents, giving the public the loud mouth anti-hero some genuinely hate, while others look beyond the words to the fighter, the athlete.

Unlike most scrappers, though, Mundine has rarely wasted these opportunities (which are fewer and further between for him) by talking up simple rivalries.

Five years ago he caused controversy by disputing fellow boxer Daniel Geale’s very Aboriginality.

There has never been anything mundane about Mundine.

Instead he’s used that time as a platform to push debate around indigenous life and to hopefully change it for the better.

He has vowed to sit down during the playing of the national anthem at his rematch with Danny Green on Friday night, calling it “disrespectful” to his people.

And as an Australian, let alone an Aboriginal one, he has every right to do that.

If, as is mooted, promoters get around this by having the anthem played before he enters the ring it would be another stain on this country’s already tarnished history of race relations.

It would be a greater disgrace than what some perceive is Mundine’s snub to Advance Australia Fair.

Mundine should absolutely be allowed to get in that ring and sit on his seat while the anthem is sung. As the headlining boxer he deserves to have that moment – to be more than a piece of meat, making a small fortune for the promoters.

He deserves to be able to rankle the masses and let them know where he stands as an individual, and maybe make them think a bit longer about what it really means to be Australian – both white and black.

Our headlining Aboriginal sportsmen are the ones who get the most column inches when they speak on these issues, even though they are shouted down.

Adam Goodes, one of the most eloquent sports people when talking about racism and the toll of white Australia on native Australians, has paid the price. Derided, bullied, beaten down.

The fact of the matter is there has never been a level playing field for Aboriginals and Torres Strait Islanders in Australia, and we have a long way to go before we get one.

It is not, as Barnaby Joyce insists, about having to say ‘sorry’ for ancestors like his who came to the country as immigrants and had nothing to do with colonial massacres.

It’s simply about recognising things are not fair and working towards making them so.

It’s kinda in the title: Advance Australia Fair.

Only the anthem doesn’t mean ‘fair go’ it means things being nice, good, palatable.

Well it’s not ‘nice’ that indigenous Australians live on average 17 years less than non-indigenous. Nor is it ‘good’ that Aboriginal women are 58 times more likely to be held in police custody than white women. It’s not ‘palatable’ that suicide rates among the indigenous population are three times higher than for everyone else. It’s certainly not ‘fair’.

That’s not the fairness Australia is meant to be about. It’s meant to be about equality.

Equality for blacks and whites, for Asians, for women, for gays and anyone else born with the same irrefutable rights as the next person.

Mundine will continue taking the hits and speaking his mind. And I hope for all Australians, come Friday, that he is allowed to sit on his stool as the anthem rings out and make his point.

That would really advance Australia fair.

Why I can’t wait to see Oscar Pistorius run again

I’m looking forward to the day Oscar Pistorius gets out of jail. I’m hoping he will continue his career as a runner.

I genuinely hope he’s out in time to contemplate a return to the track.

Because if he does I can’t wait, I literally cannot wait, to hear the jeers.

Forget the fact no reputable athletics organisation will ever let him compete for them. In Oscar’s mind the bans won’t last. In Oscar’s mind he will think he can be a hero again.

I want to watch him stand in the midst of a stadium with the boos ringing around his ears, and for him to feel the revulsion and hate of the crowd he thrived on.
 That, I believe, will be the only punishment that gets through to Oscar Pistorius.

I’m not saying he shouldn’t be serving 15, or 20, or 25 years in jail.

But watching his reaction to the verdict on Wednesday, in which Judge Masipa dished out a paltry six year term, it was clear he was unperturbed, even perhaps relieved.

There was no wavering of that conceited demeanour.

Oscar still sees himself as the victim – not the woman he killed, his girlfriend, the person he was meant to protect.

Judge Masipa said he was “genuinely remorseful” (She should have gone to Specsavers) and dismissed it as not an incident of domestic violence.

Anyone with an ounce of sense in them intuitively understands that is exactly what happened to Reeva Steenkamp when she was gunned down cowering behind a toilet door.

I can’t help but see comparisons with OJ Simpson.
How pleased he was when he beat the charges that he’d murdered his ex-wife Nicole and her friend Ronald Goldman.
Again, there was that similar air of delusion that he could get away with it, and had.
How many violent men have told their partners they can get away with violence, even murder, because everyone ‘knows’ they are a good bloke?
Oscar may well have said the same to Reeva as he came after her in a blind rage. You can see it in his face. The arrogance, the self pity.
Again I was reminded of another killer – British murderer Ian Huntley, who having murdered two little girls and burnt their bodies, was defined by his simpering self-pity.
He too somehow felt victimised, he was the unlucky one – caught out. He craved sympathy.
Oscar does the same.
He’s a narcissistic personality disorder looking for a tragedy to instigate.
Oscar would have told himself, while unloading a clip through that door, everyone would treat him as the grieving boyfriend. That he would have their sympathy, their love. Deluded.
OJ Simpson found even though he’d won his trial he was shunned by many people and his career in sports commentary and acting was finished. It gradually, slowly, dawned that there was an impact on him, that despite what the law said people weren’t fooled by his act. The first doubts began to creep into that almighty ego. He eventually drifted into crime and ended up where he belonged – in prison with plenty of years to reflect.
When Oscar Pistorius gets out of jail – way too early. When he walks down a public street a free man once more. And if he ever attempts to continue that career on the track, I hope to God the realisation he has pulled the wool over no one’s eyes, and that adulation has been replaced with detestation, hits him like a sledgehammer.
(Originally published on RendezView)