1. 1. Critically compare, in light of postcolonial theory, L-Fresh the Lion’s 2017 song ‘RAC$IST/Our World’ (both lyrics and video) and Andrew Bolt’s newspaper column ‘The Foreign Invasion’ (The Daily Telegraph 2018). You may look to postcolonial concerns and concepts such as: resistance; representation, otherness; orientalism; hybridity and ambivalence in your comparative analysis.

‘RAC$IST/Our World’ (2017) L-Fresh the Lion #CreatorsforChange

Part 1: RACI$T

Power, money, wealth, greed Divide and conquer, plant the seed I'm a racist

I'm a racist

Power, money, wealth, greed Divide and conquer, plant the seed I'm a racist

I'm a racist

(Power) I got the world inside my hands

A system, I’m the centre, created to over stand (Money) Global affairs, it’s only fair

I’m the judge, jury and executioner of this land (Wealth) Accumulate, accumulate, accumulate

Hah, you better cough it up 'cause I move with super weight

(Greed) I gotta have it, I’m a take it, force of habit

Destroy nations across the atlas, cause displacement, wreaking havoc (Divide) I size 'em up, regions I divide 'em up

Make 'em need what I have got but kick them if they climbing up (Conquer) This the tactic, find some people call 'em backwards Their whole culture is too savage, so I take control and manage

(Plant the seed) Make 'em do my bidding, some will think that they are winning But they're written out of history books right from the beginning

(I'm a racist) All praise the power, for the good, there’s nothing greater And if you don’t assimilate then you must be a traitor

(I'm a racist)

Part 2: OUR WORLD

We are not alone in this world of ours A suitable sight to behold, I call it home

Where dreams are seeds planted, nourished by love and understanding

So a beautiful reality’s grown

Minds gets blown wide open when they travel the globe Here’s hoping there’s a round ticket for the average soul To come to understand, the many ways of life for man

And that it’s by pure luck we get to call a country our own But some have their roots so uprooted they have to leave it Even if their hearts aren’t in agreement

But the goals to survive working overtime during holiday seasons You see, my parents were too busy for grieving

If only you could see them...

What they give back to the land that feeds them

Sown with their own hands: opportunities for their children to exercise their freedom Realise our potential and strive for great achievements

To be grateful, I don’t need a reason

Born in South West Sydney, I’m thankful to be breathing

A son of two migrants who arrived as strange visitors In a foreign land and became willing participants

Their culture kept them strong while people dissed their differences Celebrating Vaisakhi while treating us to Christmases

Now our smiles are on display as framed images Hanging above the desk where I write this as a lyricist This is our world

It cannot be taken from me

It cannot be taken from me (this is our world) It cannot be taken from me

It cannot be taken from me (this is our world) It cannot be taken from me

It cannot be taken from me, 'cause basically This is our world

This is our world

Ignorance breeds fear so I’ve been told

And fear makes your heart go cold

But there’s countless stories that go untold

Which make me realise that there’s so much in this world I’ll never know Shit, in this world I’ll never know

There’s so much in this world I’ll never know

So I take a look around, soak it in and double down

There’s much complexity involved why do we dumb it down?

I get up early morning, yawning as I awake Resisting divisions that make my mental break Fantasising 'bout a world where equality is realised

And there’s equity for those who’s motherlands are colonised History repeats so LION don’t you sleep

Your future’s been predicted in a tirade of tweets

Tryna succeed in a system not designed for me

The proof's in the every day if you decipher what you see Some lives are valued more and others are valued less

There's rich and white on one end, on the other’s Indigenous

Tell me that ain't some wickedness

Nothing will change if we stay focused on our own lanes and self-interests

I don’t do politics so I can’t spin it less

Living in a divided world tryna be division-less Shouting at deaf ears in a nation of indifference Surrounded by man-made walls, we’re all prisoners Trapped in a cycle of comments sections and statuses Void of any compassion, facts or analysis

Tryna gather up the energy to make it through the savageness This a one way train, I smile and wave at the passengers

Surely there’s another way, another path

I was taught love always wins 'cause hate can never last And a story can soften even the hardest of hearts

If that’s the case, maybe victory’s within our grasp

This is our world

It cannot be taken from me

It cannot be taken from me (hey, this is our world) It cannot be taken from me (yeah)

It cannot be taken from me (so this is our world) It cannot be taken from me

It cannot be taken from me, 'cause basically This is our world, yeah

This is our world

Andrew Bolt (2018) ‘The Foreign Invasion’, The Daily Telegraph, 2 Aug p.13

Australia is being swamped by non-English-speaking immigrants who refuse to assimilate and accept our values. In the face of this influx, we’re losing our identity.

There is no “us” anymore, as a tidal wave of immigrants sweeps away what’s left of our national identity. Another 240,000 foreigners joined us last year, not just crowding our cities but changing our culture.

For instance, in 1996, there were 119,000 Chinese-born people living here. Now there are 526,000.

In 1996, there were 80,000 Indian-born people living here. Now there are 469,000.

Once we might have assumed that such migrants — just like my own parents — would assimilate into the wider “us”. We’d still be able to recognise Australia and talk about what “we” wanted and believed.

But something has changed, and no longer can we assume Australians share anything but territory.

Immigration is becoming colonisation, turning this country from a home to a hotel.

We are clustering into tribes that live apart from each other and often do not even speak the same language in the street.

Check the new Chinese suburbs, such as Melbourne’s Box Hill, where an astonishing two- thirds of residents were born in China or have Chinese ancestry.

Chinese is now spoken by 40 per cent of residents there, and Chinese signs dominate along the shopping streets.

In Melbourne’s Clayton and Sydney’s Campsie, three-quarters of residents speak a language other than English at home, and a third speak Chinese.

It’s not just the Chinese who tend to live with their ethnic tribe in the same suburbs, speaking

the same language, following the same faith.

In Sydney’s Lakemba, nearly two- thirds of all residents are Muslim, and nearly 70 per cent were born overseas.

In Melbourne’s Springvale, one-in-four residents speak Vietnamese at home. Another 10 per cent come from China or Cambodia.

In Sydney’s Fairfield, one-in-four residents were born in Vietnam, Cambodia or China.

In Sydney’s Five Dock, long after the heyday of immigration from Europe, one-in-seven residents still speak Italian at home.

In Melbourne’s North Caulfield, 41 per cent of residents are Jews, including hundreds who have lately fled South Africa. Dandenong now has an official Little Indian Cultural Precinct, with 33 Indian businesses.

Such colonising will increasingly be our future as we gain a critical mass of born-overseas migrants.

Like tend to attract like, and these new colonies can then more easily keep their cultures thanks to satellite TV, the internet, and cheap travel.

This would already be a huge challenge to our sense of a common identity — an “us” to which we owe our loyalty and mutual support. But this massive immigration challenge has been dumped on us exactly when we’re at our weakest.

We have for decades had activists, academics and politicians push multiculturalism — a policy to emphasise what divides us rather than celebrate what unites.

That has been made even worse by the new identity politics, and our sense of an “us” is now

being shattered — deliberately.

What do we today share as Australians, when we don’t even have a national day or flag we can agree on any more?

Even our national broadcaster, the ABC, has agitated against keeping January 26 as Australia

Day, and several Melbourne councils now refuse to celebrate it, claiming it’s divisive.

Over most government buildings at least three flags are now flown — including ones for the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander “nations” — while many activists and republicans deride the Australian flag as racist and colonial.

The Western civilisation that gave this nation its character — and especially its democratic institutions — is damned as oppressive and racist even by our universities, with the academics’ union attacking “the alleged superiority of Western culture and civilisation”.

Meanwhile, Christianity is losing its hold as the country’s faith, and is followed now by just

over half of the population.

Even the law no longer binds Australians into an “us”. We instead have Aboriginal-only courts, and politicians of the Left now want to create an Aboriginal-only advisory council.

Meanwhile, Muslim extremists refuse to stand for our judges, claiming their religion is higher

than Australia’s law.

As I say, there is no “us” any more. No flag, faith, national day, law or civilisation can be said

to represent all of us now.

Nor does our army. We have so little in common today that more Muslim Australians joined the Islamic State than serve with the Australian Defence Force that fought it.

And so we fragment, more every year. These are just trends for now, but we should resist this

colonising of Australia while there is still is an “us” that can