Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Cultural reverse

Being the first generation of a long line of British people whose job was to oppress the rights of those in the pink bits of the globe the empire said was theirs I am acutely conscious my ancestors were not morally great. At the time—sure! Ala Blackadder Goes Forth shooting a man in a skirt and nicking his country was all part of the British empire experience.

Part of that experience was having oppressed workers toil for you and because they might not be able to pronounce your last name they'd call you by your title and given name. Captain John is easier to say than Captain McAllistair. It was part of the paternal charm from the "white man's burden" as some white men labelled the stealing parts of the world that have brown people in it and "civilising" their contents.

My new doc is Indian. I cannot pronounce his last name. But his first name is easy to say. So I call him Doctor [given name].

I've heard other patients do the same and he and the staff are cool with it; he's embraced it. He is the Australian equivalent of Doctor John.

I was blessed to have my life saved by his predecessor and when my old doc moved on Doctor John, who already saw me on days my doctor was not there, took me on.

Australia as a first world country is lucky because we get talent coming in like Doctor John. Without Doctor Johns the Australian medical system would strain and buckle.

Immigration is a greater good—critical in fact because our birthrate does not replace us.

That's something to think about for descendants of an empire that once "owned" a quarter of the globe. 

Immigration; without it we'd be bulldogs birthing by caesarean section.

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