Tuesday 26 January 2021

Chapter 300: 26th January 2021


 What does Australia Day mean to my grandkids?

 

I expect them to grow up in Australia. Their future and Australia’s future will be inextricable linked. What does it mean for them to be an Australian?

 

To see how Australia will flow downstream they need to look upstream. They need to know how we arrived where we are.

 

They need to know Australia’s history.

 

Australian aborigines arrived at least 70,000 years ago. They inhabited the whole continent including Tasmania. Their art, music and traditions are some of the oldest surviving examples in the world.

 

On 26th January 1788 a fleet of British ships arrived at Botany Bay to establish a penal colony. The life of the original colonists was not luxurious. Many convicts were British lower class who stole to survive; were put in chains; herded on ships for a dangerous voyage into the unknown; and did not have any descendants.

 

When the British and the indigenous Australians met a variety of things happened. They cooperated and worked together. They fought violently. There was bravery and selfless behaviour on both sides. But the British were better armed and eventually won. The indigenous Australians lost.

 

Today Australians with an aboriginal heritage are more likely to be in prison. To have worse outcomes in all social indicators. Health. Employment. Education. Life expectancy. Maternal health.

 

As history is written by the winners my education told me the British view of the meeting between two different cultures. I was told the British version. 

 

I was not told the names and the stories of the courageous aborigines who fought to defend their land and their way of life.  What is the story of the aborigines who fought to defend their land? What happened?

 

Many other peoples around the world know a lot more about their history than I do. Many Americans know the names and stories of Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull. Many know about the battle of Little Bighorn and Custer.

 

Most Kiwis know about the battles between the British and the Maoris. They know that the battles ended with the treaty of Waitangi.   The treaty has an  important place in the history of the country and the ethos of the country. 6th February is Waitangi Day.

 

Many other countries go forward by remembering their painful past. In South Africa a truth and reconciliation commission was established to illuminate through the past. In Auschwitz and Hiroshima there are memorials that remember the past.  To fail to remember buries the victims twice.

 

I need to speak to my grandkids about Australia Day. They need to know the truth about our past. I can’t ignore this day or bypass it They need to know about  16.1.1788 and what followed.

 

Once my grandkids  know Australia’s  history they can then move forward with confidence.

 

We are a country with a fortunate past. We benefited by being part of the British Empire. The connections and institutions we reaped. We benefit from Aboriginal knowledge of the land and its flora and fauna. We benefit today from what refugees and boat people bring.

 

We are a democracy without discrimination. Everybody has equal rights and opportunity but everybody is different and has a different heritage. The heritage may be a boat from Asia; the British diaspora; post WW2 migrants or aboriginal heritage going back thousands of years.   

 

We all may have the same rights but we are not all equal. Some of us need help. Some of us are disabled physically, socially or mentally. Some of us need help in order to live a healthy, happy and productive life.

 

As well as talking to my grandkids about where we came from and where we are going.  I need to warn them.  About identity politics. How it divides us. Ties us to our history. Locks us into permanent thoughts on race, ethnicity, religion, gender or age.

 

My grandkids need to be Australian and global citizens. Citizens who are proud of their unique identity and respect everybody’s else’s individual identity and heritage. I hope they grow up in a world full where everybody has a healthy and happy live.

 

Friday 22 January 2021

Chapter 299: I write down some of the unwritten rules of pickleball


Once again wandering towards the Pickleball courts my mind is distracted. I cross a road. I avoid all the cars.  My mind thinks about cars.

 

Driving a car is a social activity. How other people drive affects me. If in a car what my car does affects other people. Everybody knows the basic road laws.

 

Pickleball is a social sport. I can’t play pickleball by myself. What other people do affects me. How I behave affects other people.

 

Pickleball is a new game. And the basic rules (written and unwritten) of pickleball are not well known.  My mind is thinking about the unwritten rules of pickleball.

 

The unwritten rules may vary from place to place, person to person and from day to day.

 

 

I will write down some of my unwritten rules of pickleball.

 

1              Everybody calls the ball on their side of the court. All my calls will not be perfect. My aim is for perfect behaviour. Which is accepting all calls without questioning. Not perfect calls.

 

Standing and arguing where the ball has actually landed is not good pickleball. A greater good is served by accepting all calls. Accepting all calls without comment outranks where the ball lands.

 

If ball or serve is out/fault  I call out/fault immediately. I don’t hit the ball back; wait for rally to end and then say the ball was out/fault.

 

2              If I doubt where the ball lands then it is in and play continues.

 

3              Any ball on court means play the point again. Always. Irrespective of the rally.

 

4              The server keeps and says the score before serving.

 

5              I don’t smash the ball directly at my opponent.

 

6              Be polite and nice. Treat other people the way you want to be treated.

 

7              If my opponent hits a good shot then I say good shot. If my opponent hits a bad shot then I say nothing.

 

8              If I hit a good shot then I say nothing. If I hit bad shot then I don’t say what I think.

Friday 15 January 2021

Chapter 298: Today at pickleball...


 

As I make my way to pickleball I imagine the future.

 

In a short time somebody will hold the short straw. That means they will be my pickleball partner.

Most of my partners want to beat the opposition. They want me to be aggressive and smash the ball away. To play to win.

Most of my partners get frustrated with me.

My aim is not to win. My aim is to have long rallies. My aim is for everybody on the court to enjoy their game of pickleball. I do this by hitting the ball straight back to my opponent. I concentrate on having nice footwork and moving nicely.

Today I expect my partner to volley the ball away aggressively.

I expect my partner to say: Play to win. We have to beat them. You are not even trying.

I will nod and think: I want to have good rallies. I will lob the ball back nice and softly so they can hit it back and then I can hit it back and then we can have a nice long rally.

I expect my partner will then say to me: Play to win. You are not even trying.

I will then say: I am trying.

My partner will then say:  All you are doing is hit the ball straight back to them.

We will then break and a lady drawing up the roster will approach me.

She will say: We have a problem. The people you just played against want to play against your partner. He has inspired them. They think they can beat him. They see his weak point. They want to beat him. They don’t want to beat you.

By now I have arrived at the pickleball courts. That’s it. Fancy them saying they don’t want to play against me. I suddenly am motivated to play aggressively. Put me against anyone you like. I will win. I will volley aggressively. Nothing will stop me. I will do anything I can to win every point I can.  They don’t want to play me. Well I will show them. Today is the day I win every point.

Friday 8 January 2021

Chapter 297: When I stand on a pickleball court...


I skip sideways and  swing my arm and with timing and balance I hit the ball. A beautiful whack sound and the ball  flies over the net and bounces  on the court.  That felt good. That felt so good I didn’t even think about it. It felt instinctive, natural and relaxed.

It is now the turn of the lady on the other side of the net. She moves smoothly and gracefully. She skips towards the ball swings her arms and hits the ball back towards me. I skip towards the ball swing my arm and hit the ball back over the net. The ball bounces back and forth between us. Connecting and joining us as we dance around the pickleball court.

When I stand on a pickleball court I need other people on the court. Today there are three others on the court. Without them I wouldn’t be able to dance around the court. Without them I wouldn’t be able to stretch, turn and twist. Without them there would be no game. I appreciate them  turning up, picking up a paddle and moving on the court with me.

I love smashing away a volley. A winning shot where all my opponents can do is watch the ball fly past undeterred and unhindered.  

I get the feeling my opponents also love smashing volleys away for winning shots. In this pickleball dance we both have a chance to hit winning  shots. We both smash volleys away.

A volley smashed away results in both of us watching where the ball lands. Then one of us says good shot, mutters silently, trudges after the ball, picks  it up and hits the ball to the server.  The other person ,which is sometimes me, smiles proudly and thinks good shot.