Monday, 19 December 2016
On a Tram Car to Hell...
I was riding the toy tram recently, and this woman starting telling me all about how they were thinking of putting on a historical drama, involving use of the tram.
Something set around the 1800's, when Portland was just a fledgling community.
It would have squatters, diggers, troopers, bushrangers, and all that period folderol.
I listened politely.
Then she pointed out to me a portion of the route where she wanted to have a woman in period costume getting raped by some drunken farmers, and I looked at her.
'beg pardon?'
She smiled reassuringly; 'It's OK...she's a prostitute.'
So...by inference she was saying she felt that it was OK for a prostitute to be raped, here, or in any other century.
Where do you start with people like this?
This...from a woman? Old enough to know better?
BTW, this actually happened. It is not a literary device I made up in my head...
it really happened.
I'm sorry it did.
I think this woman belong in a period well before the 1800's when there was no one here.
But a few kangaroos, & some territorial blacks.
I didn't ask her position on any other minorities...I can scarcely imagine.
Her view of the koori's.
But ship her back to the colonies in a time machine...
I'm sure she'd fit right in.
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