Insolvency lawyer David Colovic’s implied promise to send $300,000 to Liberal Party headquarters is looking less firm. The promise was dependent on the preselection meeting in Norwood Town Hall choosing him to challenge Kate Ellis for the federal seat of Adelaide.
However, the promise has been revised to mean that certain potential donors had pledged that money if he were preselected. But with less than three weeks before the election, and little money forthcoming, these pledges look more dependent on him winning a seat in parliament rather than actually helping him win. These so-called donors will not risk backing a loser, which he is on track to become. 15 June 2016
(above) A gloomy week of rain followed by a clear day then a 3C degree June night in the Adelaide Parklands. Homeless campers rarely make their camps comfortable because the Adelaide City Council classes this as "Defensive Architecture" and destroys it. This results in a disgusting wastage of often high quality donated bedding.
Big Ron praises hairdresser
Big Ron said Danielle doesn’t simply cut hair, but washes and blow dries it. Offering her skill without pay is her gift to the underclass and homeless. Salvation Army, 277 Pirie Street, Adelaide Entry from back door 4:30pm to 7:30pm every Wednesday 15 June 2016
A man’s sharp voice rang through the crisp morning air complaining that the first thing Shana said to him was: “You got a smoke?” Another said Shana had been in a “Bitch Fight” with Kelly, Gibbo and maybe even Robyn.
Two guests, one from Crazy Cottage, shouted at a man wearing a blue jacket and a small backpack who pushed his way into the queue. An Aboriginal man did the same.
The big crowd waiting at 8:30am as two Christadelphian men fried ham, eggs, sausages, onions and hamburger meat on two barbecues underneath a big tree in Hurtle Square. Two women and a man served coffee and orange juice from two long tables.
Once the sizzling meat was served, all the problems of the world were forgotten.
An Armageddon man handed out containers of Sanitarium Up And Go drink with a Best-By date in 2017. They don’t believe in out-of-date stuff from Food Bank. 15 June 2016
(above) The Baby Faced Derelict and other Can Collectors have withdrawn from Homo Hill near Beaumont Road in the South Parklands. It is currently used on the weekends by children on bicycles.
Frankenstein’s Dad dies
Frankenstein recently cleaned up his father’s house that is up for sale. His father died and left everything to a woman in the Philippines.
She came to Australia for three months then disappeared. Frankenstein’s father never saw her again.
Another older man is in a similar situation. He is rich, but was so lonely he went to the Philippines and got married to a woman half his age. She refused sex during the two weeks after their marriage, and then she disappeared.
They exchange text messages occasionally and he sends her small amounts of money.
He is vaguely concerned that she will be his beneficiary upon his death ― and that is not too far off ― so is attempting to get a divorce in the Philippines, but does not know how to go about it. 13 June 2016
(above) Not everyone is sensitive to the fact that those who sleep in Adelaide's South Parklands are disturbed every Saturday morning by the invasion of over a thousand noisy athletes.
Word on the street
The Right Honourable Grinder said to be back in jail. The Street Fighting Woman also believed to be in the slammer. 13 June 2016
Police spill blood at Salvation Army
According to a witness, the man walked into the Salvation Army atrium with his dog. A volunteer confronted him and motioned to grab the animal and put it outside. The man told the volunteer not to touch his dog. When the man was outside, staff locked the door so he pounded on the glass. The Army called the police. They arrived. The man resisted.
A second witness said the police “pushed his face into the bitumen” and when they dragged him up, blood poured down the side of his head. Someone said he lives on the footpath on Gawler Place.
Volunteers handed out five-kilogram bags of carrots, potatoes and oranges in the free food room.
Barista coffee was again served from inside the cafe because the verandah was kept empty to discourage the “Ice” dealers and users.
It was a quiet evening without excessive noise. There were three tables being used for card playing. Two people played scrabble. (Why do certain people not want to play Scrabble then hover around the table recommending words?) The ping-pong table was not set up because one-half of the Benson Room was being used for sleeping while someone else slept in the free food room.
The woman who three weeks ago sprayed into the air a substance that made a man vomit now dangled a small pair of sewing scissors from her neck. She did a symbolic judo chop over the head of “The Man on the Street.”
Three ex-Catherine House women sat at one table. One said that going there was the best thing she ever did. She said that doctors had told her there was nothing wrong with her, but at Catherine House, she got everything she needed, and has now graduated to other accommodation.
The atrium and cafe were closed at 11:00pm. A thick portable wall divided the Benson Room that allowed overnight people to sleep on one side, and Card Player David to play cards on the other side.
However, the amount of sleepers did not account for those expelled from the Congress Hall verandah, or from the St Luke’s courtyard, or from the back of the Pilgrim Church. They had dispersed.
While passing a closed cafe at Victoria Square about 1:00am, a shaven-headed Jesse raised himself from his bedding on the concrete footpath looked around. 13 June 2016
Knife at soup kitchen
A popular character, but often jittery with suddenly swinging arms arrived at a night soup kitchen with a knife in his hand. Even his friends stood when he approached to remove their faces as far as possible from the twitching hand carrying the knife.
There was, as always, a degree of humour in a potentially tragic situation. 12 June 2016
St Bede’s looking for two good volunteers
Sue Johncock is retiring this week from St Bede’s Drop-in-Centre at Semaphore. She worked as a nurse most of her life then joined St Bede’s as an unpaid worker. She works more effectively than nearly every paid bureaucrat in Adelaide.
St Bede’s has always had a small number of superior volunteers who know their roles perfectly, and support each other during incidents.
The work period ranges from 7:00am to 11:00am on Tuesdays and Wednesdays.
St Bede’s Drop in Centre St Bede’s Anglican Church Hall 200 Military Road, Semaphore Free Breakfast 8:30 - 10:30am Mondays and Tuesdays Posted 12 June 2016
The Rabbit, The Face and The Ghost
The Rabbit and his wife lived back of Coca Cola in Thebarton. His wife rationed the drugs. She gave The Rabbit “one line” then forced him to collect cans to earn money for the next “line”. This routine controlled the excesses of The Rabbit’s drug addiction, that is, until his wife died. That’s when The Rabbit went out of control.
The Face remembers during his can collecting days when The Rabbit ran up to him in Bonython Park and screamed for him to get out of his territory. The Face doesn’t back down from thugs, but was still unnerved at The Rabbit’s ferocity as he kept jabbing his finger at him while screaming, “I’ll kill you”.
The Face has since left the game. The Rabbit has mellowed so when he cannot get drugs for lack of money, he sleeps under a bush for a week, sometimes in the rain, waiting for his next pension payment. When he is “back on the gear” he will work throughout consecutive nights, collecting cans, hardly sleeping at all until the next crash when he will return to hibernate under the bushes.
The Rabbit remains relatively coherent and is no longer violent; he’s also respected in the homeless scene for his tenacity. That’s why The Ghost gave him a crate of Fanta last week.
The Ghost does things like that. He sold a Falcon to a man who drove off without paying. Another man stayed at his house then stole another car that he drove back to the APY lands. The Ghost lends money to people who never pay him back, such as Bluey and Frankenstein.
Few in the homeless scene are what they appear to be. It takes years to understand the motives behind their modus operandi. 12 June 2016
Strange mood at St Bede’s
Homeless Lil certainly upset the mood last Tuesday. No one was ready for such nastiness. Her threats and unpleasantness made people uneasy because they do not understand her behaviour is partially a syndrome of living outside. The other reason is that Lil is just plain nasty.
After The Most Active Volunteer walked out, Anna said she was not feeling well, and she went home. That was two volunteers down.
John Baulderstone was seen walking away from St Bede’s, down Semaphore Road towards the Port River, past the fat guy who has walked around Port Adelaide for ten years, sweeping dirt from the footpaths even though he’s not working for anyone.
Wayne from the hostel arrived with his hand in a glove from the hospital; his arm and stomach were bandaged, and his right arm was in a sling. He had been re-filling a butane lighter when it exploded.
Liam pestered the free hairdresser, Trish Davids: he wanted her to buy a bag of nuts and a bra from him. She showed little interest.
Then P**** mimicked Romelo, the deaf man who cannot speak. P**** is always ultra-defensive and nearly every friendly approach results in an angry outburst.
Then J-Net and Sue J. appeared to be crying: Sue is leaving next week.
Even the Preacher seemed pale. 12 June 2016
(above) Frantastic's life hasn't been the same since she went dancing with Jungle Phillips.
(above) Painter Jungle Phillips is the naivest version of the painter character in Joyce Cary's "The Horses Mouth". Rather than hiding from the horrors of his past, Jungle challenges them head on with a courage few can perceive.
Munno Para Life Church free food
The man on the invalid scooter arrived an hour early. Another dozen customers arrived in elderly cars. Nearly everyone was dressed like me: in not perfectly fitting dark coloured clothing. The mood was optimistic even when we talked about Disability Support Payments (DSP).
One woman said a friend had terminal spinal cancer with one kidney already gone. She said he couldn’t get DSP because Centrelink said he wasn’t sick enough. Another person said a friend had three strokes and couldn’t get DSP.
A man living in a group of Housing Trust units said he’s refused to pay his portion of the excess water bill. He says the other tenants are Home Detention people who water their grass by hand all through the night. He said it might be part of their therapy program.
A man gave out numbers in order of arrival. When we went inside, five people at a time went up to the tables. He asked how many people in the household. I got good bread, low quality tomatoes, corn, sprouts and capsicums; good potatoes and lettuce; excellent asparagus and a wedge of gorgonzala dolce pdo cheese.
There were little more than twenty customers on Thursday morning. The servers included Jamie, who is the old man who began the Life Church free food program, and Michael, and five others. An extremely Irish-looking woman with good teeth served coffee and cake.
The Life Church is an independent Christian church in Munno Para that occupies a small abandoned shopping centre next to a school. The Church has a Cry Room, and a big Cross.
They also have another church in Mawson Lakes.
1 Karri Street, Munno Para (between Elizabeth and Gawler) Thursdays 11:00am - 12:00pm Saturdays 10:00am - 11:00am Health Care Card or a good story required
11 June 2016
Salvos make verandah a no-go zone
Chairs weren’t set up on the front verandah at Pirie Street last Saturday afternoon. The side door from the inner cafe was kept shut. The expected overflow into the building was eased by using the free food room as an extra dining room. At 8:00pm the cafe shutter stayed down and the barista coffee was served via the inner cafe.
Rumour amongst the guests was that the Army was trying to stop the crystal meth dealers from operating on the verandah. The Spy Camera apparently had no effect on their behaviour.
The swags had previously been a problem until Army Command stopped homeless people camping there. That was about the time Homeless Helen got her eye socket broken.
Steven Smith, Homeless Helen and others arrived at 10:00pm last Saturday. Steven was pulling his wheeled suitcase. Helen said she hadn’t had the surgery on her busted eye socket; she said it was probably too late, now. She said that all she can do these days is to sit in frozen time, unable to do anything.
It was dark on the verandah and she wore a hood, but from what I could see, her eye had healed well. That seemed a minor miracle.
From Saturday 11 June, tonight, homeless people will be able to sleep at Congress Hall in the Benson Room. Sharkatax and others will sit outside the doorway all night. A small breakfast will be served when guests awaken on Sunday morning.
It isn’t clear if non-sleeping guests will be permitted to stay all night. Card Player David likes to play cards well after midnight. 11 June 2016
Former Crazy Cottage tenant murder trial
Luke Ford, 29, was in court last week facing a charge of murdering Robert Fitzgerald, 53, at Crazy Cottage, next door to Angry Cottage, in October 2014.
Ford’s defence lawyer said his client had been defending himself against Robert Fitzgerald who had lunged at him with a pair of scissors, which mysteriously disappeared
The trial will continue 10 June 2016
Piano Player Wayne was reportedly seen at the Hindmarsh Hotel talking to Angus Redford QC and Terry Cameron. 10 June 2016
Free English Stilton
I got there at 11:45am and it was too late. This was despite their advertised opening time being from 11:30am to 12:00noon. Nearly everything had gone except some decent Foodland Bread, a few rotten tomatoes and two excellent wedges of English Stilton cheese.
It is best to arrive at 11:00am, long before they officially open. It’s best to arrive at most free food joints long before their opening times. Seventh Day Adventist Church 20 Peterswool Road, Elizabeth Park Mondays and Thursdays 11:30am to 12:00noon (best to get there at 11:00am) Free fruit, vegetables, bread and pastry products. Friendly people who haven’t become jaded. 10 June 2016
Ruf Us response to Hutt Street Centre’s frequent closures to homeless people while paid staff remain inside the building
“Ruf Us Charitable Trust, entirely run by volunteers, has therefore endeavoured to fill this gap with home cooked meals, water, clothes, socks, shoes. scarves, beanies, gloves, shampoo, conditioner, soap, toothpaste, tooth brushes, body lotion, razors, shaving cream, fruit, biscuits, canned items, blankets, sleeping bags, towels, underwear, and anything else we have donated [to us] to assist.” Aileen “AJ” Jefferis 8 June 2016 Posted 10 June 2016
Salvo hairdresser improving
The new volunteer hairdresser at the Salvation Army in Pirie Street on Wednesdays is improving.
After not arriving on her first Wednesday, she improved on her second week by actually turning up. Sadly, this was too late for most of her prospective clients who had gone home. She does, however, have a reputation for quality involvement. 10 June 2016
New Group helping Fred’s Van at Gawler Place
A new group named, “A Helping Hand” will be at Fred’s Van in Gawler Place next Tuesday. They will offer warm clothes, blankets, toiletries, sandwiches and whatever else they can get. They hope to be at Fred’s Van every Tuesday at 7:00pm.
Fred’s Van Gawler Place, Adelaide (between Flinders and Wakefield Streets) Monday to Friday 7:00pm Sunday 6:00pm No Fred’s Van on Saturdays at Gawler Place 10 June 2016
Market Day at the Salvation Army
Freshly squeeze juice and hot chocolate and doughnuts were served to those waiting in the queue. The number of those waiting was less than usual. Most of the Crony Gang no longer bother with Market Day. Mrs Telstra restrained herself to one visit down the queue while giving the occasional foreigner her most malevolent gaze.
The trucks arrived without enough food so Army volunteers went out and bought some. The herrings, sardines and baked beans appeared to have been purchased.
The tomatoes were fermented; bags of singular grapes, some tasting of vinegar, gave the impression they’d been separated because some in the bunch had been rotten. The oranges ranged from good to sub-optimal while the apples, potatoes and chicory were excellent. The bread was less fresh than usual. The elderly Tim Tams were plentiful and there was a reasonable supply of soft drinks and chips. There were special bags held behind the tables for those with families.
Three humorous Nepalese-looking girls followed me in the queue. They were very greedy, like little kids. An Oriental-looking man scorned another Oriental-looking man for not being able to speak English. He also complained about Arabs. He said they come here, go on welfare then want to shoot us. He said he had worked and paid taxes for fifteen years and agreed with Peter Dutton and was going to vote Liberal. He also liked the idea of sinking the refugee boats.
The Salvation Army Equity Queen wasn’t buying his idea and said the refugees were escaping being shot at. The Oriental-looking man thanked the Equity Queen for the food, but she said it came from God.
The coffee was good as always. And no one went crazy. 10 June 2016
Homeless Lil hits St Bede’s like a bombshell
Dressed in her high visibility coat, Old Lil pushed her overladen Rat into the St Bede’s Drop-in-Centre driveway. Within 30 seconds she was having a raging argument with “The Most Active Volunteer” who shouted back at her, and threatened to have her expelled for rude behaviour. Homeless Lil told him he’d shoved her and The Rat, but the truth was that she had blocked the doorway with her walking frame covered with blankets and bags.
Incredibly, The Most Active Volunteer was off the property within five minutes.
Lil made her way slowly through the dining room then into the hall where she sat against the stage until someone delivered her a plate of ham and cheese sandwiches. She ate the insides then as if finding the lightly toasted bread repugnant, flung the slices back onto the plate.
After helping herself to free clothing and blankets that Trish Davids, the free hairdresser had brought in 20 minutes earlier, she spotted Trish’s dog sitting quietly in a basket. “Animals aren’t allowed in here,” Homeless Lil snarled with righteous anger, then sought out Jill Rivers, the convenor, to lodge a complaint. Jill said animals were allowed in the hall providing they entered through the outer hall door, and not through the dining room.
Lil retreated back to the stage where she spent the next 30 minutes talking to herself, laughing at the fools she was forced to put up with.
Eventually, she made her way back through the dining room to the outside smoking area. She sat across the table and stared at an enthralled Romelo while criticising the world in the most unforgiving manner. And perhaps somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered why the deaf man listened so attentively.
Homeless Lil’s behaviour is consistent with many people living outside. She lived in the laneway off Sturt Street that leads to the courtyard doors of St Luke’s church mission at Whitmore Square. This thin woman in her late fifties with missing front teeth has been threatened and scorned and ordered off properties so many times that she has adopted the ferocity of an animal.
It takes a long time living in a safe environment for a person to relapse back into the docile welfare-style personality, but for Homeless Lil it is too late. She’s been out in the cold too long, and reverting to any semblance of a docile welfare personality is for her, impossible.
Homeless Lil has moved to Semaphore and will spend the winter sleeping outside, and will patronise St Bede’s regularly.
St Bede’s Drop-in-Centre 200 Military Road, Semaphore (near the intersection of Semaphore and Military Roads Free Breakfast 8:30am - 10:30am Tuesdays and Wednesdays St Bede’s Church also hosts Fred’s Van on Sundays at 6:00pm 9 June 2016
Piano Player Wayne re-badges the Therapy Cat
Wayne has given the Therapy Cat a new name: The White Tarantula.
But he denies putting pictures on his walls of Salvation Army volunteers he dislikes and teaching the ex-Therapy Cat to scratch them.
But why does he wander about his house muttering: “Tarantula, tarantula, she’s fluffy and white, and knows who to bite.” 9 June 2016
(above) Linsell Lodge at Whitmore Square in Adelaide has sat empty for years and for which its owner, the Salvation Army, reputedly pays $600 a week Council rates. It remains unoccupied, according to a reliable source, due to asbestos and unstable balconies.
(above) While homeless people sleep in the rain under this tree, the Salvation Army's Linsell Lodge in Adelaide - seen in the background - remains empty, year after year.
The Return of Frank
Back in 2001, Frank had a cure for senility: it was cider vinegar. He needed the cure.
Frank reappeared last week at the Rapid Relief Team lunch in Port Adelaide where he recanted his vinegar beliefs. His new belief is that eating cereals and flesh are the cause of humanity’s problems. He says the only way to go is by living on fruit. He said we should eat flesh only “if it’s for nix”, as he returned with a free hamburger from the Plymouth Brethren serving table.
His life has been smooth apart from a neighbour getting an intervention order against him. For transport, he gets around on an elderly single geared bicycle. And his forgetfulness has neither improved nor become worse: he remembers he was born in 1923, but can’t determine what age that makes him.
That’s Frank. If only the rest of us could fare as well. 9 June 2016
The new Salvo singing group
Piano Player Wayne says that Congress Hall in Pirie Street is rustling up another singing group to impress The General who visits Adelaide in a few months. He said they shouldn’t have thrown out Rosalie Turner. The Salvos deny throwing her out.
The new singing group will form in early July. 9 June 2016
Vitamin Derelict’s brother ends up in the Fulham Funerals fridge
As Executor of his brother’s estate, the Vitamin Derelict was amazed to discover that Fulham Funerals had taken possession of his brother’s body from the morgue.
The Derelict had attempted for two months to get it from the Forensic Science Centre in Divett Place, Adelaide so he could have it cremated. He planned to back his station wagon into the laneway and load it up from there.
They resisted so he engaged a registered and insured cremation business near Gawler to pick it up, but somehow it ended up in the fridge of Fulham Funerals.
The delay with releasing the body initially might have come about because the Vitamin Derelict’s brother left everything to his granddaughter, providing she reaches the age of 30 without becoming a drug addict, alcoholic or gambling addict.
But the granddaughter’s mother is claiming the estate saying her father should have made provisions for her, which could now exclude the granddaughter.
But how did the body end up inside the Fulham Funerals fridge? That’s what the Vitamin Derelict asked the Forensic Science Centre, but got no answer. What is clear is that his brother’s estate will get a huge bill from Fulham Funerals. Late 8 June 2016
The night Emma Hines turned blue
“We were on the way to Ashford, but stopped off for some heroin. Emma had half, no more, then her head fell back, her mouth opened like this, and she turned blue.
“******* reached into her pocket. He was worried his fingerprints were on the fit. That’s when I started hating him. He didn’t care about Emma.
“We called an ambulance. That’s why I don’t think Emma did it. Her reaction, she wasn’t into it if half could do that to her, oh, three years ago.”
Late 8 June 2016
Zoo animal gets better dentistry than homeless people
A Chinese Panda bear at the Adelaide Zoo broke a tooth yesterday so the zoo flew in a dentist from Melbourne. 8 June 2016
Mr Ian Hitch-Cox from the Hutt Street Centre was on ABC radio this morning saying how the numbers of homeless people seeking help had risen greatly compared with the same period last year. He says this every year. An hour later, an employee named Danielle went through the same routine on 5AA.
Many people at this very moment are huddled outside in the rain so why not keep the Hutt Street Centre open until the last salaried employees have left for the day at 5:00pm? Why not do this every day? Why not let people use the showers and washing machines and driers until the end of the day? Why close the joint at 1:00pm when the employees stay inside with the heaters ticking over while the homeless people are outside? Why carry on with silly activity sessions for people who live in units and houses when the real homeless people have been kicked out?
Ian Hitch-Cox has the interests of the desperate at heart, but is being torn apart by government policies.
8 June 2016
Latest round of Centrelink’s appeal against successful appeal by homeless man
The 62-year-old New Zealand man has lived in his van on South Terrace since mid-2015. He went to a hearing with the higher level tribunal that will determine if he is paid the Disability Support Pension.
He won the first appeal against Centrelink in the Social Security Appeals Tribunal, but they are appealing his appeal. This is very rare. The man lodged his DSP application forms in August 2015.
He was born in England then brought to Australia as a child, but through a quirk of family history was taken to New Zealand as a teenager then made the mistake of becoming an NZ citizen. He has lived most of his life in Australia.
Through a semi-reciprocal agreement between the governments, he can collect DSP and Aged Pension here, but not NewStart.
The following may not be completely accurate, but it appears that the head of this higher level tribunal is called “The Mediator”. In the most recent hearing, this Mediator reminded the Centrelink lawyer that a precedent had already been set in a similar case. The Mediator asked if Centrelink would agree to the outcome of that case. The Centrelink lawyer said they probably would.
The New Zealand man said that case had gone in favour of the applicant.
Meanwhile, Centrelink has begun making payments to the man who is reluctant to spend the money in case he loses the case, and therefore has to pay the money back.
This old man living in his van says one of his legs has begun shaking at night similarly to his right arm that shakes wildly most of the time. He’s also had a number of heart attacks, but it’s the degeneration of his spine that is the basis of his DSP claim.
Meanwhile, he continues to live in his van on South Terrace, without complaint though sometimes the despair is evident.
8 June 2016
Life Christian Centre at Fred’s Van
Last Friday evening, a young tribal Aboriginal woman was somewhat off her head while a man yelled at the ultra-thin white woman with dyed hair who was sitting against that Homeland Security-style building near where Emma used to sit with her head resting against her raised knees.
The Eskimo woman was there with another thin, small brown-skinned woman who might have been Linda-from-the-tent, but probably not. Frenchy was there, also. He’s been around since the days of the Wright Court Day Centre and maybe even The Crypt, as long as The Walking Man.
The Fred’s Van mob gave The Man formerly known as the Drug Addict a brand new blanket. The Man sleeps outside these days: he said his flat of many years has too many bad memories.
The Life Christian Centre volunteers do better sandwiches on Mondays and Fridays than the St Vincent de Paul mob on the other evenings. They spread the margarine more carefully so that the tomatoes don’t soak the bread.
Last Friday, Life Christian Centre served ham sandwiches and cheese sandwiches both with lettuce and tomatoes. Also, they served sausages on bread with sauce, sugary buns, oranges, soup in deep Styrofoam bowls, tea and coffee and other stuff I missed. 8 June 2016
Rachel Sanders not up to speed
Shadow Minister for Housing, Rachel Sanders said on ABC radio 891 last week that it takes up to ten years on Category 3 to get a place.
That isn’t quite true. I’ve been on Category 3 since 1998 and Category 2 since 2001. Category three has been dead for years. Even Category 2 is essentially not moving.
For 15 years I’ve heard Housing Trust employees tell people applying for Category 3 not to bother. They told prospective customers that it was useless to go on the waiting list unless they qualified for Category 2.
And being homeless isn’t considered that relevant. Houses and units are kept “refugee ready”, “domestic violence victim ready” and “getting out of jail ready” and “let’s keep units empty for no identifiable reason ready”.
7 June 2016
Salvos allegedly pay $600 a week Council rates for empty building
It is alleged that Linsell Lodge is owned by the Salvation Army and that it costs $600 a week in Adelaide City Council rates. According to one uncorroborated source, it’s been empty for years due to asbestos and unsafe balconies. This source claims the Army can’t afford to repair it and that knocking it down will cost between one and two millions dollars due to the asbestos.
So, it’s left in limbo.
Old people used to live there.
Shadow Minister for Housing Rachel Sanderson wants to lower the standards required by landlords to rent rooms and flats.
It’s possible that if this were to occur, then Linsell Lodge could once again be inhabited, for better or for worse. 7 June 2016
Low numbers at Christadelphian Saturday evening soup kitchen
Just five people turned up for soup and buns. The Christadelphians didn’t know that on Saturdays they were in competition with the Magdalene in Moore Street and Do Unto Others in Pirie Street. Even Fred’s Van and the Romero Soup Van have been knocked out of the game on Saturdays.
Of us five, two were an Aboriginal man and woman living outside. She had an injured foot and has the dressing changed each week.
Laurence was also there. He lives outside year after year because he can’t get the dole and won’t apply for DSP so he’s waiting until he’s 65 to get the Aged Pension. He spends much of his time reading the Bible. When asked if he wanted anything, he said he needed a sleeping bag so a Christadelphian woman got him one.
Kenneth from WestCare was also there.
There were about 20 Christadelphians including fresh-faced teenagers who were happy and positive and offered us bags of stuff, but we showed little interest. Christadelphians don’t believe in the devil so expect a pleasant transition when they die.
The atmosphere was a little intimidating with so many non-underclass people watching us few underclass.
They’re revising their next soup kitchen, which was disappointing for them. However, their Armageddon Barbecue in Hurtle Square every Saturday at 8:30am is a winner in its timeslot.
7 June 2016 Note: Every fourth Saturday of the month at 8:30am the Armageddon Barbecue is in front of the Christadelphian Hall in Halifax Street, just west of Hurtle Square.
Magdalene in Moore Street
Father Christmas raised eyebrows when he went around the tables grabbing fruit from the bowls. Someone referred to him as Father X-Mouse.
Rob from Elizabeth said the Magdalene served the best meals of any derelict joint. He added that his Mum bangs pots on the table when it rains and thunders.
The Magdalene served a chicken stew, but I took the vegetables only. Later, a young server came up to my table and said they’d discovered some vegetarian food in the fridge and could quickly heat it up. When speaking, she lowered herself to my height rather than stand over me.
I didn’t see James the Transvestite, but his nemesis, Team Leader Jesse, was there.
Magdalene Church Hall Moore Street, Adelaide Free meal every Saturday at 6:00pm Drunks and drug affected people welcome, but you must sit on the chairs in the laneway, which is the best place, anyway. 7 June 2016
(above) Another rainy night; another empty homeless joint. Admittedly, WestCare faces constant opposition from residents when they want to build accommodation blocks, but couldn't a chink be left in the Yatala-style silver gates so a few old folk could sleep in the courtyard.
(above) The campers have once again been expelled from behind the Pilgrim Church in Flinders Street, Adelaide so some have moved to the side of the church building. It has been a place of refuge for so long that they can't believe the times have changed. However, the church still operates the free coffee lounge.
Cos We Care at Elizabeth
The food on display was top quality. Les was there: he’s lived outside for two years.
Another man living outside was unravelling a new swag he’d got via Anglicare. It’s the smaller model that fits into a black plastic bag and less obvious than the huge swags people in the city lug about. Both he and Les were in remarkably good spirits.
Every first Sunday at South Terrace a group called “Essentials for Women” delivers feminine hygiene and other items for women. Men get thongs for their feet.
Cos We Care donated 1400 packets of Peckish Rice Crackers to St Bede’s in Semaphore.
Cos We Care Saturdays 8:00 - 9:00am at Carpark No 1 at Fremont Park, Yorktown Road, Elizabeth Sundays 7:30 - 8:30am on South Terrace near Hutt Street, Adelaide 6 June 2016
“Be Strong; be beautiful; be kind”
This was written in chalk on the concrete under the Pilgrim Church back verandah where the homeless crowd used to sleep. 6 June 2016
From the Contact Page Comment
“Analysing photographs to determine if RelationshipsSA is promoting a sexual agenda? Are you for real? What a crock of shit! Do you need different meds?
From Neddy Nutjob 6 June 2016
Another bad one
********’s face showed signs of recent surgical micro-stitching; her fingers were red from abrasions.
“Another bad one,” she said at the Salvation Army Market Day on Pirie Street then described how her ex-boyfriend smashed up her flat as well as her.
She was in shock and masked her unhappiness with her trademark exuberant personality. 6 June 2016
The Face remembers Dagger Dave
After The Face’s work career ended, he collected cans from rubbish bins. He owned his house, but couldn’t face the humiliation of doing fake courses with the Job Network joints.
Now, on the Aged Pension, he misses those days of desperation collecting cans so that each evening he could buy the ingredients for a decent meal and maybe a bottle of stout.
He also remembers Dagger Dave, an alcoholic who never washed or changed his clothing even after pissing his pants and sleeping in his vomit.
Dave was dragged to a hospital for an enforced shower. They brushed away the debris then held him down while they washed his body.
The old men and women at Fred’s Van remember Dagger Dave, but can’t imagine he’d still be alive.
6 June 2016
WestCare Sorry Day
The food was free at WestCare Sorry Day last week. They served popcorn, fairy floss, kangaroo and reportedly, kangaroo tail.
The WestCare white fella joint did better than that huge Sorry Day scam in Victoria Square.
The Baptist Church has a long history of working in outback black fella communities.
6 June 2016
Forever Hopeful Voices Choir gate crashers
Shadow Minister for Housing, Rachel Sanderson is dining with the Forever Hopeful Voices Choir at St Luke’s this Monday evening. She’s bringing insolvency lawyer and political candidate David Colovic with her.
Piano Player Wayne is preparing Ragout which is simmered meat with tomatoes, asparagus, spinach, mushrooms, garlic, and onions caramelised in macadamia oil. This will be served with fettuccine and parmesan sourced from a cheese maker in the Hills. 5 June 2016
Ruf Us on Saturday
The Man-on-the-Street said he sourced 90kgs of Snakes from a rubbish bin.
Big Ron told his doctor: “For chrissakes, find out what’s wrong with me heart so I can get peace of mind.” Big Ron worked for 48 years.
AJ gave an armful of quilts to the man with two black eyes who lives behind the rubbish bins at some nearby flats. “Be careful, there are dangerous people about,” someone told the man who replied, “It’s not that.”
John from New Zealand said one of his legs has begun shaking thought not as bad as his shaking hand.
AJ has got her Ph. d in physiotherapy. She is now Dr Aileen “AJ” Jefferis, mother of Trent the genial derelict.
A guest complained about skim milk for the coffee. Posted 5 June 2016
Analysing photographs to determine if RelationshipsSA is promoting a sexual agenda
Nearly twenty photographs promoting relationships are permanently displayed on the windows of the RelationshipsSA building on the corner of Flinders and Frome Streets in Adelaide. The question this article asks is whether the range of photographs promotes a certain sexual agenda. Photograph 1 (above) The women are not touching each other because it is the intent of the photographer to concentrate on the relationships between the four men in the upper section. What sort of man places his face against the face of another man? You might notice where the white man in the middle has placed his left hand.
Photograph 2 (above) The reader won’t have much trouble identifying what sort of relationship is being promoted by RelationshipsSA.
It is obvious what sort of relationship is being promoted in this photograph of two women embracing on the front window of the RelationshipSA building in Adelaide.
So of the nearly twenty photographs the viewer might search for evidence promoting a happy heterosexual couple.
Photograph 4 shows the only scene on the front windows of RelationshipsSA indicating a heterosexual relationship between a man and woman.
The woman’s breasts are displayed; her dress is short. The photographer has directed her to clutch her hands to show unease. She gazes downward not with joy or even lust, but as if contemplating something much less pleasant. The white man has one knee jutted forward while his white right arm with its hand in a semi-fist pokes out from between his legs.
His left elbow pokes forward in anything, but friendly physical contact. Unlike all the other photographs on the RelationshipsSA window, the face of the white man is not wearing a smile. If anything, he appears cold and threatening.
Of course, this couple are actors posing for a professional photographer who is under orders from RelationshipSA to promote certain types of relationships as happy and healthy, and one other as sordid and nasty.
RelationshipSA is a government sanctioned and funded organisation. Its primary client base includes the now over 50’s group of people mostly removed as children from their parents and forced to live in government and church orphanages. It is within the dormitories of some of these institutions that the paedophiles and other exploiters were given free rein.
Is the sexual agenda promoted by RelationshipsSA appropriate for these people?
4 June 2016
Legal Note: Advice indicates that the copying of public art for review purposes is allowable within the guidelines of Australian copyright laws in all states. Objections and differing opinions to the views expressed in the analysis of the photographs are welcome.
(above) The offices of RelationshipsSA on the corner of Frome and Flinders Streets, Adelaide, South Australia. Does this government funded organisations have a sexual agenda that disadvantages the victims of the institutional paedophiles in Adelaide?
Guest bitten by bed bugs while staying at the Traveller’s Inn on Hutt Street, Adelaide
The face of a man at Fred’s Van in Gawler Place last week was swollen as were his hands. He lifted his shirt to show his back covered with hundreds of red mounds.
He said his whole body was covered in bug bites. He said he was using steroid cream to stop the swelling and itching.
He said he was bitten while staying at the Traveller’s Inn in Hutt Street. He said they gave him another room, but that was full of bugs as well.
He was very unhappy. 4 June 2016
(above) Despite waiting times for welfare rental accommodation getting longer, this unit in Elizabeth has been left empty by Anglicare for over three months. Renovations took two weeks for this and another unit in a block of 16 owned by the benevolent organisation called Laura and Alfred West Cottage Homes, which is administered by Anglicare. After the minor renovations, both were left empty. For the other 14 tenants, Anglicare has increased its Lifestyle and Building inspections to once every three months, which has created unnecessary and unproductive administrative expenses, and hasn’t to date resulted in repairs been done. At best, this is systemic maladministration; at worst, well, what would the average person call it?
The Armageddon crowd placed 30 plastic chairs in front of the Christadelphian church in Halifax Street. The white fellas sat in the cold shade while the Aboriginals who had slept outside moved the chairs into the sun. One tribal woman had supra-thin legs while her left wrist and hand including her fingers was wrapped in bandages.
Fried eggs, sausages, onions, orange juice, coffee and tea, shampoo and soap packs, best quality bananas, toothpaste and brushes and Sucker Punch octane energy drink were given out.
They didn’t have Milo: a church woman said this was because diners used too much milk. The breakfast was excellent, as usual.
They opened up the church toilets and announced that this Saturday only (4 June) at 5:00pm they will be serving soup at the church.
Armageddon Barbecue Hurtle Square, Adelaide Every Saturday at 8:30am except the fourth Saturday of each month when it is served in front of the Christadelphian Church on Halifax Street, Adelaide (just west of Hurtle Square) 4 June 2016
The Decent Man formerly from Kilburn
Police are formally investigating the November 2016 assault in the waiting room of the Royal Adelaide Hospital Emergency Department.
This was when The Decent Man Formerly from Kilburn was sleeping every night in the waiting room after being leaving his Kilburn Laura and Alfred West Cottage Homes Unit after Anglicare bureaucrats headed by Ben Moore told him to remove his solar panels from the roof and the batteries from the bathroom.
The Decent Man initiated breaking up an assault by one man against another who was on the ground. The Decent Man has declined all requests for media interviews. 4 June 2016
Saturday evening at Congress Hall
The Equity Queen told Jesse to change out of his Tarzan tunic and put on normal clothing. He complied, but stood outside shouting without a shirt and with his trousers nearly falling down.
A group complained to management when Card Player David sat at the table they usually sat at. Management told them that tables weren’t reserved for anyone in particular. 4 June 2016
From the Contact Page
"Please disregard my comments in an email on Friday. I apologise for their harshness. I'm sure you do a good job to the legitimate homeless. I am just upset about my husband. Please don't respond as any mention of him or what's happening in Adelaide upsets me."
***** ****** 4 June 2016
Ruf Us correction
The hot water for the coffee didn’t run out at the Ruf Us breakfast last Saturday morning as previously reported. 3 June 2016
Romero Soup Van at Hurtle Square
A small woman dragged her feet in slow motion in short steps around the corner of Romano’s Doss House. She was leaving Hurtle Square before the soup van arrived.
Her face was nearly covered and she was burdened with two large derro bags over her shoulders. She was shut-down like someone running on empty after forgetting to eat and drink then walking the streets in a half-nightmare.
The 30 diners at the Adelaide Day Centre soup van included ten women. Two Chinese women strangers arrived with small containers they wanted filled. Later, the old Chinese woman arrived: she’s one of us.
The staff gave out homemade muffins and lamingtons, and blankets to a man sleeping on the ground that night. The bread was old and horrible, but the soup was superb. Even the old hands never tire of the good soup. The Romero mob consistently makes the best soup.
Romero Soup Van (Adelaide Day Centre) for Tuesday 31 May 2016 Sunday to Friday at 6:30pm in Hurtle Square opposite Crazy Cottage Posted 3 June 2016
Fred’s Van on Tuesday at Gawler Place
They served the sausages first then the rice, meat and curry. The Baby-faced Derelict asked them to “chuck in the milk first” before adding hot water to his coffee.
Warren (Rabbit) who lives in the parklands brought in some cans that The Ghost Who Walks bought from him for 10 cents each, meaning The Ghost makes no profit at the recyclers: he actually loses money. He also gave Warren a crate of small cans of Fanta without cost, but told him to bring back the empties. The Ghost also gave the man without lower legs four large bottles of cola and lemonade.
A man on “Ice” was yelling for people to stop staring at him. A few began staring at him. “Stop staring at me or I’ll bash you,” he yelled.
A Can Collector said he didn’t care if people complemented or insulted him: it didn’t make any difference. He said without malice that he has no faith in humanity and that half an hour socialising at Fred’s Van is enough for the next 24 hours as his life of collecting cans and scrap metal and plastic suits him fine.
He was taken away from his parents at age 6 and put in the Glandore Boys Home and was a victim of the adult paedophile employees, who themselves suffered no repercussions.
3 June 2016
A man in a bad mood on Pirie Street
The small balding man in a black shirt and with thick scarred arms and a half missing small finger talked about giving someone a smack. He’d been serving food and setting up chairs until he became disgusted with the guests.
He’d been at the Ruf Us breakfast earlier that day outside the locked Hutt Street Centre. He showed us “the terrorist walk” then “the bag walk”. He carried an electric leaf blower.
But by 9:00pm outside the Salvation Army, he and the leaf blower parted company. The crack and smack of breaking plastic raised the adrenaline in my blood initially as he spent the next half hour splintering the leaf blower into forty pieces then ramming them into what looked like a thin golf club bag.
Inside the Congress Hall atrium, Lorraine yelled at the top of her voice while packing up the chairs and singing along to the karaoke singers. They were guided by John Swan who gave at least one of them his professional appraisal.
After the karaoke, Lorraine removed herself to Pirie Street where she yelled for fifteen minutes to no one in particular. Someone said she’d just been released from “Glenside”.
The Cousin said that Check-Mates (Pole Position) must dread Saturday nights with the “screaming and yelling and carrying on”. He added that, “People must drive by and think what a bunch of assholes are these?” 3 June 2016
(above) Sherwood Forest. Linda-from-the-tent and Dan were camped here until Adelaide Lord Mayor Martin Haese's storm troopers forced them out.
Thinking inside the box
“I cannot criticise the management of those vacancies at this point.” Alice Clarke of ShelterSA speaking on Adelaide ABC radio station 891 on 2 June 2016 about the level of vacant Housing Trust properties. Posted 2 June 2016
Hairdresser didn’t turn up
The free hairdressing was cancelled on Wednesday evening at the Salvation Army in Pirie Street because the hairdresser didn’t arrive.
Danielle cancelled earlier that afternoon, but clients weren’t to know that.
The Cousin told Quiz Master Bob: “That’s not good enough, chuck me twenty dollars and I’ll go to a hairdresser,” but Bob showed minimal enthusiasm for that idea. 2 June 2016
After a wild weekend ‘on the gear’, Jesse was subdued and not wearing his Tarzan tunic last night. An observer at Fred’s Van in Gawler Place described him as “docile as a lamb, frightened.”
It must be an insufferable pain that drives him to cut and burn his body and run around in the cold weather wearing the Tarzan get-up. 2 June 2016
Maladministration with Zoe Bettison
The February/March homeless count statistics have finally been collated by the Department of Communities and Social Inclusion, and are awaiting approval by the Minister, Zoe Bettison.
Effectively, this means she’ll decide whether it suits her interests to publish them.
One could question the value of spending money on collecting data that is published long after its usefulness has declined. Couldn’t the money used for multiple data collection days each year instead be used to buy a unit for the Housing Trust to rent to someone living outside?
The only real worth of the homeless count are the laughs that homeless agency employees get after reading such wildly inaccurate statistics. 2 June 2016
Plymouth Brethren Rapid Relief Team
The Plymouth Brethren team leader went through a checklist of cleanliness and safety precautions including using a laser thermometer to ensure the hot food was over 60C degrees. Everything was clean and safe.
Nearly twenty Brethren volunteers who took time off from work to serve hamburgers and coffee to 60 or 70 diners. They seemed uneasy, perhaps in shock at seeing the diners who included people severely physically damaged by psychiatric medication.
UnitingCare Wesley Port Adelaide allowed the Brethren to use the fake grass area back of Dale Street, but kept the Chat and Chew dining room locked and empty. There were a dozen dirty chairs left outside and despite my request, UnitingCare staff wouldn’t bring more chairs from the dining room.
They should have done better for the Plymouth Brethren and the guests. Any extra services for the underclass should be aided and applauded, not begrudgingly tolerated.
As if picking up the mood, one low-level UnitingCare Wesley employee denounced David in a loud voice. He said smoking was not allowed on the property. He moved closer to David. He stood over him from behind and said loudly in a higher pitched voice, “What’s with all these butts on the ground?”
The employee looked around for approval, but lacked the insight to realise that we saw him as little more than a vain bully. And all David had been doing was rolling a smoke before taking it onto the street. David has been in this scene for over twenty years while the jumped-up employee has popped up from nowhere.
But the Brethren went through their day of ice and fire with good cheer and we look forward to their next visit.
Plymouth Brethren Rapid Relief Team Last Tuesday of each month except December from 11:00am - 1:30pm Back of UnitingCare Wesley Family Centre Dale Street Port Adelaide 2 June 2016
Piano Player Wayne said just 15 diners turned up at Mary’s Kitchen in Glenelg last Tuesday. Along with curry soup they consumed “Salt Dogs”. Wayne said these are hot dogs where the meat is held together with salt.
Wayne said he got nearly 25 bunches of asparagus. He was happy.
It isn’t clear if the Therapy Cat accompanied him.
Mary’s Kitchen at St Andrew’s Church-at-the-Sea Jetty Road, Glenelg Free meal every Tuesday at 6:00pm 2 June 2016
An update on the old man who usually sleeps outside the bus station
“(We never asked him his name, which I regret.) We hadn't seen him for a few weeks, but caught up with him on Saturday sitting at the bus stop at Whitmore Square. He told us he was almost beaten to death while he was asleep and had been in hospital. He doesn’t like all the drunks in the Salvos [Sobering up Centre] so is sleeping outside with nothing as his stuff from the bus station was long gone. We left him with a sleeping bag and other things. “He said Todd from Street-to-Home bought him a ticket to NSW taking his wallet from him and using it to get the ticket. He said he was to leave Monday (today).
"He always seems to forget us and our visits, but he remembers Todd, he always tells us that ‘Todd from street to home is not the man he seems’ and 'People don’t know Todd like I do; he’s not a nice guy’.
"A different guy we are helping [is] K***** who is in hospital at the moment from hurting his hand a couple of weeks ago, has been talking to someone named Luke from Street-to-Home. He said he has been great and seems like a good guy, and that they might have a place for him really soon. (This was a good few days ago and no contact has been made since [him] saying that)." from "Eyes Wide Open" 2 June 2016
Man sprayed with mysterious aerosol then vomits on floor
The Cousin was between the white man and the old woman. The white man had left the takeaways queue in the hallway and returned with milk in a glass, Tim Tams and rice crackers that he covered with a bottle of Caesar salad sauce. He stood outside the queue while eating these then moved back into position in front of The Cousin.
An old woman whom we'd never seen before was behind The Cousin. She accused the white fella of pushing in. An argument ensued. The white man told her he’d break the glass he was holding and cut her up. “I’ll smash you up and nothing will happen. I’ve smashed people up in prison and they didn’t complain,” he said.
“Here comes the capsicum spray,” someone back of the queue warned as the old woman pulled out a can and sprayed the air as if she were trying to kill a bug.
The Cousin was in the middle and felt the droplets sting his eyes and made him feel like “heaving my guts up.”
The white man said, “I’ve got nothing to throw at you so cop this,” upon which he vomited the Peckish rice crackers, Tim Tams, milk and white sauce over the floor. The smell of bile permeated the hall and atrium. Someone called him a pig and told him to use the toilet. He vomited on the floor once again.
The Cousin questioned himself whether a bag of bread rolls was worth getting killed for. As the takeaway food was progressively served from the kitchen counter, those in the queue carefully, but not totally successfully navigated around the vomit on the floor.
At the cafe counter, I asked the spray woman if she’d used pepper spray on the white man. She said she had. “Can you buy it in stores?” I asked. “No,” she replied.
Later in the evening, I walked past the spray woman and felt warm as a complete cup of coffee hit my trousers. Glenn, who lives on a door in the creek bed at Salisbury, said I’d knocked a chair and that the coffee had spilled, but I don’t understand how it could have jumped at me like it did. It was an amazing coincidence and I wish I had access to the Salvation Army Spy Cameras. Salvation Army free meal and entertainment Every Saturday 5:00pm to 11:00pm 277 Pirie Street, Adelaide (near Hutt Street) Never a dull moment Late 1 June 2016
Sorcerer Robert Hannah
Robert Hannah and his girlfriend were camped last Saturday morning on the footpath on Pulteney Street across from Hungry Jacks. Their bedding was laid out on the footpath. Someone called the police. It isn’t known what happened thereafter. 1 June 2016
(above) The band played for an hour to an empty park at Sorry Day 2016 in Victoria Square, Adelaide, South Australia. Neither indigenous people or anyone else thought the event was worth attending. It was money wasted while tribal Aboriginal people sleep in the rain in the South Parklands.
(above) The woman in black and pink refused to serve a white man because he wasn’t “Aboriginal” at the Sorry Day 2016 event in Victoria Square, Adelaide, South Australia.
White man refused coffee at Sorry Day 2016 event in Victoria Square in Adelaide
“Drug addicts,” the Baby-faced Derelict snarled at the Sorry Day stage as he passed through Victoria Square from his West Terrace Camp to the Hutt Street Centre.
A white-looking woman was giving the obligatory Welcome to Country greeting through two trailer-sized amplifiers. A dissenting opinion roared back from a black tribal woman with grey hair who issued rude instructions as to where the microphone woman could go. She then lit a smoke and hobbled away on her walking frame.
The black woman was amongst strangers. The tribal folk from Whitmore Square and the South Parklands weren’t there. Nearly all of the two or three hundred people at Sorry Day were well dressed city indigenous people one or two generations removed from the Stolen Children generation. The rest were white bureaucrats and low-level politicians.
A white fella named Hill took the microphone and urged people to apply for compensation. I asked a Chinese-Aboriginal friend next to me how his compo claim was going. He’d been taken from his parents at age 8 and put into the paedophile-run Wyndana Children’s Home. He said his claim had been stalled for years.
Another speaker said he hoped the Sorry Day site would “fill up”. It didn’t. A ridiculous twelve plastic chairs had been placed below the stage down on the sunken grass area that could accommodate 2000 people. Three or four people had manoeuvred an old blind black man down the disability-unfriendly ramp, but he quickly wised up and the chairs were once again empty, and they stayed empty.
There had been a short soccer game amongst brown-skinned Aboriginals and white boys, but both groups cleared off once the television cameras had captured the heart warming multi-cultural scene for that night’s news.
One speaker on the stage thanked Santos mining company for providing the mostly empty marquees staffed by government funded organisations and departments. This speaker said there was free coffee in the yellow marquee for “elders and those who think they’re elders”.
I’m an elder and live in a society protected by anti-racist legislation so I went for a coffee, but upon my arrival the staff became preoccupied with re-arranging cups on the tables and wouldn’t look up at me. When I asked for a coffee, one woman still staring at the table dismissed me with the word, “Aboriginal”. “Isn’t that racist?” I asked. “No,” she said, still fascinated with the table cloth.
I went behind the stage and told a well-dressed Aboriginal named Frank Lambert about this illegal discrimination. He said he’d buy me a coffee, but I said, “That’s not the point. It’s the humiliation,” “I’ll have a word with someone about it,” he replied then continued his joyful networking with the other guest speakers. One of them was a Megan somebody-or-other representing Lord Mayor Martin Haese whose Adelaide City Council employees steal and destroy the blankets of homeless tribal campers.
I went to each of the stalls including Amnesty International, and on each occasion the staff became engrossed with fiddling with knickknacks on the tables. There was a government-funded stall offering free toothpaste and toothbrushes. I didn’t want any, but asked for a toothbrush to test their reaction. A woman said no; she added that they were for school kids, but the school kids had left; her stall was dead zone.
After that, I was marked and wherever I moved, the police turned to watch me.
But I was watching others including those getting food at the free barbecue. I can’t say with statistical accuracy, but it appeared that Aboriginal people were served larger quantities than the few non-indigenous diners that had the nerve to stand in line. I joined the queue and one server wouldn’t serve me until a tribal-looking teenage girl reminder her to do so.
Two homeless white teenagers who had slept on the ground in Rymill Park didn’t even bother joining the queue.
After that I went to One Tree at South Terrace where 30 tribal Aboriginals sat on the grass in three groups. They were talking and laughing, and oblivious to the Sorry Day spectacle in Victoria Square. The Whitmore Square indigenous people seemed of the same sentiment except for Peter Gibson who got Big Ron a coffee at the no-whites marquee.
I returned to Victoria Square to listen to the band that played to a completely empty grass area while up on terraced area there were about sixty government people in the Santos marquees, three police officers, and perhaps another 20 standing around.
The costly Sorry Day event had created a dead zone from what was usually a busy spot. Its only message was that neither indigenous nor non-indigenous people thought it relevant in any way whatsoever.