A couple of weeks ago, I flew to Sydney. I had lived in Sydney throughout almost the entire 1990s. I absolutely loved the place. I could always find work and although the accommodation was quite expensive even in those days, it was affordable.

As time went by of course, the chance of buying property gradually receded which was a major reason for making the move to Queensland.

I hadn’t been back for almost 20 years and what a shock I had. Travelling on the new rail link from the airport to the city, I estimated that White people made up around 5% of the faces around me.

When I had left, it would have been closer to 95%. What the hell happened? Where did all the White people go?

Admittedly, there were other areas which had a higher percentage of Whites and on the next day (which was a Sunday) there were more Whites around for some reason.

I was headed for the North Shore which I expected to have a much higher proportion of Europeans and I was right.

In some places, there seemed to be only around 70% non-Whites (mostly Chinese or other Asians on the North Shore).

The only all White public space I came across was in the two pubs we went into on the North Shore. This is anecdotal by the way. I’m sure there are still much higher numbers of Europeans around. In the public spaces I was in however, I felt like an ethnic minority.

I’m sure some of you are going to scream RACIST because you assume I am. Maybe I really am, but it was just a shock. I didn’t feel at home like I used to in Sydney. I felt like an outsider. You might think I am an outsider now that I have lived in Queensland for so long.

Yet when I first came to Sydney, I had just arrived from the UK and I immediately felt at home there. I loved the Australians and there were lots of English, Irish and other Europeans in the Eastern Suburbs where I spent most of my time.

On this trip, one of the people I met with lived in Lakemba. He is studying and has a family and simply cannot afford to leave. Apparently, his street still has a few Whites living there and is just tolerable. He told me a little about what life was like. Rather him than me, is all I can say.

I asked him to send some pictures and he has very kindly obliged. The following are taken in or around Lakemba and I have included his descriptions:

First up is a letter sent around to local residents recently explaining what they should not do and what the consequences are. I think they have an English version if you ask them nicely

You might wonder why the council would go to the trouble of printing and distributing these leaflets? Why not just put up a few signs around the joint?

Well here is an example of why not. This is a sign which was erected. The rubbish was dumped under the sign the very next day. There is 100m either side which they could have dumped it on. They were sending a message. We will do as we please. Don’t think you can impose your will on us.

This is apparently a bus stop on Punchbowl Road Lakemba.

This is on Railway Parade Lakemba

These are apparently just a few examples of how it is. I’m told that there are many many more

And the coup de grace is this goat carcas dumped behind the carpark of Big W Chullora around 100m from the infamous Malek Fahd Islamic School. Who knows what they did with the goat before killing it?

Now it may seem a little insensitive to say a thing like that. After all, different cultures do have different ideas of right and wrong.

You may remember the Ayatollah Khomeini. Well before he came to power and started murdering Americans and Iraqis, he spent a great deal of time studying Islamic scriptures and holy books. In fact, he was one of the world’s foremost experts on Shia Islam.

He was also good enough to write down some of the most important gems of information in his “Little Green Book.” (see Bantam Books, 1985 ISBN: 0553140329).

This was his rule book on how a good Muslim should live their lives. These rules represented his interpretation of the Islamic scriptures.

Strangely enough, this book is no longer available in Iran. Despite Khomeini being a God like figure in Iran, it is in fact illegal to possess a copy of this book there. It is almost as if they are embarrassed by it.

In his book, the Ayatollah gives the following sage advice. I couldn’t find anything about goats but parts of the following may possibly apply.

“The meat of horses, mules, or donkeys is not recommended. It is strictly forbidden if the animal was sodomized while alive by a man.

In that case, the animal must be taken outside the city and sold. If one commits an act of sodomy with a cow, a ewe, or a camel, their urine and their excrements become impure, and even their milk may no longer be consumed. “

The animal must then be killed as quickly as possible and burned, and the price of it paid to its owner by him who sodomized it.

Note to self: don’t buy horse meat off a Persian outside of his hometown – no matter how cheap.

Funny, but whenever I see the word “culture” in the press, or in Government literature, it is always associated closely with words like “rich” or “enriched”. Does anyone else not feel overly enriched?

Does anyone else have any stories or photos of Lakemba or Sydney as it used to be? I have never seen such a rapid change anywhere. Sydney was a very special place for me, and I was deeply saddened to see such a sudden change.

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