For various reason, common to many, I couldn’t sleep last night. This morning I just wanted to lay in bed and not worry about the show, or the bill or the future. Whatever that will be. But I knew that there were hairdressers cutting people’s hair down on the Steps of Solace. The hair of unvaccinated people, the new untouchables. So I hopped on my motor bike and headed down to check.
What I found was so much kindness that in the warming summer sun the people were glowing in my camera’s view finder.
Many had brought their children. Some of these children were playing on the orange bollards, that had been installed to separate us from the police. Others, who had been sleeping here on the stone steps were now walking around in their worn clothes and stylish haircuts.
And all this kindness, this true charity, refilled my soul.
Behind them, in Parliament House, the upper house members will be heading into the chambers tomorrow to finish the debate on the bill. And then they will vote.
What the bill is heralding is totalitarianism. It will be an Emperor’s bill. The Rich Jewish families have made this clear as have the QCs and the lawyers, and the ombudsmen, and every Saturday more and more Victorians have filled the streets in a call for freedom, that feels, when you’re in it like a human river of hope. A river that the mainstream media, who oddly have our eyes, can’t see.
Our only hope is that a few parliamentarians have not only seen the numbers, but that our river has reached their soul and is now carrying them across the floor to vote to defend our democracy. If they do they will become heroes.
One lovely woman gave me head and shoulder massage. She told me to put my phone away and stop talking, for she was going to pamper me. It’s a gift she said. A gift of human touch.
And as she worked on my shoulders I closed my eyes as all the events that had happened to me, since I stood up and were now happening, flowed out and teared me up. It was like she was holding me with her kindness, keeping me safe with her human touch and offering my soul a brief release.
When I looked up these hairdressers were still cutting the unwanted people’s hair, and they were all laughing and chatting as they did, with strangers holding umbrellas up to shade them from the sun.
This, in my opinion, is how we fight the lies and the emerging tyranny creating them. This is defending our natural empathy, which they are trying to destroy, by being kind.
Maybe that’s what turn the other cheek means. You want us to strike you back, but instead we’re refusing to be infected by your hate. Instead, despite everything you are stealing from us, we are coming together, to look after each other.
Look down us, I dare you, come to you windows and see that under this warming sun, defiantly we are all hugs and smiles and like I said before, in my view finder, these ordinary Australians are aglow.
Michael Gray Griffith
Can someone plz help me where can i take my children to school with out having these vacancies my oldest daughter will be 5 in June and my youngest will be 3 in march