Saving Australia, One Bumper Sticker at a Time

I acknowledge those proud Quadrant contributors past and present, who ask despairingly what the lone individual can do when the enemy circles.

Josie hurled her knitting across the room and followed it with the remote. She hit the ABC reporter right smack in the face as intended.

The television spluttered and went dark.

“Smarmy bitch,” she muttered. Her cat, Cat, gave her a belligerent look and stalked into the kitchen. “I’ve had enough of this nonsense, Cat,” she said loudly. “I may be old but I’m not stupid. How dare they do this to my country.”

She sat quietly for a minute. The room was gloomy and cold and the hot water bottle on her lap was clammy. Josie had survived war and depression, worked hard and paid her dues. She loved Australia but now it seemed to be falling apart. Sometimes she felt as if she no longer belonged here, like a piece of detritus. That new little Prime Minister was prancing around parroting on about enshrining his precious voice in the Constitution so that 3 per cent of the population could tell the remaining 97 per cent where to go. That was obviously as ridiculous and damaging as his push for net zero, or men giving birth through their penises.

“You’re all a bunch of bloody drongoes,” said Josie as she poured herself a medicinal G and T.

Her Bob had always said if you don’t like what’s happening, you get off your butt and fix it, or you shut up and move on. But Bob had been dead for years. Josie thought for a bit. It was time to take a stand. There must be something she could do. She decided that she could only fight one battle at a time. “I reckon I should have a bash at the oldest culture in the universe, because once that lot mess up our Constitution, everything else is cactus.”

She had another G and T to clarify her thoughts. Then she sat down at her keyboard and typed in “bumper stickers”. Up came many choices. She selected Aussie Stickers because she liked the name. Apparently, she had to do some art work, fill in a form and send it off.

“Too easy,” she exclaimed. “And only four dollars each! And free postage!” After checking that Aussie Stickers was really Australian and not some devious Chinese mob, Josie designed her first sticker. It had a beautiful big Australian flag and read:

Constitutional change? NO WAY!

The ten stickers arrived two days later as promised. They were perfect. Josie stuck one on the window beside her front door and another on the back of her little yellow car. She felt better already.

The next evening there was a knock at the door. Josie was puzzled. She rarely had visitors. It was Dave, the plumber from down the street.

“Sorry to bother you, Mrs D,” he said, “but I was following you home and saw that sticker on your car.”

Josie’s heart sank. She didn’t know him well. What if he were one of those Aboriginal activists who looked white but were really black—snowballs or was it lamingtons? Something edible anyway. She checked that her personal alarm was in her cardigan pocket, just in case.

“I’m wondering where you got it because I’d like one for my ute.”

Josie blinked. “So you’re not angry?”

“Course not! Best thing I’ve seen in a long time.”

“I made it up and ordered it online. I’ve got a few spare if you’d like one. They’re only four dollars.”

“Here’s a tenner. I’ll take a couple so my wife can put one on her work car.”

Josie stared at him. “You’re serious?”

“You bet! We’ve both had an absolute bloody gutful of this never-ending crap about voices, statements from the heart, dialogues and truth-telling and treaties and maracas, whatever the hell they are. Stuffing up our Constitution is a bridge too far, Mrs D. Everybody already has a vote so what’s the fuss about? Those wankers ought to get a job like the rest of us.”

Josie sold him two stickers, feeling a little bemused. Maybe she wasn’t alone after all.

The next afternoon, Dave’s teenage daughter Annie knocked on the door. “Hi, Mrs D. Could I have some of those stickers like you sold Dad please? Thing is, some of the kids at school get scholarships just because their parents say they’re indigenous, which you’d never guess, by the way. Blond as effing blond, if you know what I mean. And they never, ever fail! How strange is that! They already have more rights than the rest of us without changing the Constitution, so I’ll take four and here’s twenty bucks.”

Josie was driving to Book Club the following day when she noticed a policeman on a motor bike close behind her, flashing his lights. She pulled over carefully and lowered her window with some trepidation.

“What’s the problem, officer?”

“It’s that sticker on your back bumper.”

“Oh, sorry, what’s wrong with it?”

He grinned. “It’s too small!” And with that he was back on his bike and away.

“That’s a bit weird,” Josie thought.

Annie and a tall young man were waiting for her when she got home. “Hey again, Mrs D. I need some more stickers, please. And this is my friend Jacko.”

Jacko gave a half-hearted flip of one hand which she took to mean hello. “We reckon you need to increase your range,” he said. “You’ll never do any good with one wimpy old-lady sticker like that. You’ve got to be more aggressive.”

“First you should rip into those race shifters and box tickers,” said Annie. “And you need one about the puffing smoke welcome thingy. We’re so over it. I got two days suspension for laughing at that BS last term.”

“Okay,” said Josie slowly. “But I’m a bit concerned about offending people.”

“They don’t care about offending us,” said Jacko. “And they’ve been ferreting around for years trying to work out how to get a special deal in our Constitution. Toughen up, think of the words, and sock it to them.” He handed over two crumpled five-dollar notes for Josie’s last two stickers.

As they were leaving, Josie called, “How come you teenagers know all about the proposed Constitutional changes?”

“My Mum works at Quadrant,” said Jacko. “She insists I read every edition to make up for the cavernous holes in my education.” He grinned. “And then I give them to Annie.”

“And then I give them to Dad, who takes them to work,” finished Annie.

After they’d gone, Josie sat down and looked at the notes in her hand. This was a strange turn of events indeed. Maybe she could turn the heater on an hour early.

The phone rang. It was Margot from Book Club.

“I’m sorry to have to tell you, Josie, but we had a vote after you left today and we’ve decided that you’re getting too political for our friendly little club. It would be better for us all if you went somewhere else.”

“What! You’re kicking me out of Book Club! Can you actually do that?”

“Don’t take this personally, Josie dear, but the other girls don’t need your sort of negativity.”

“Don’t you mean honesty? For heaven’s sake, Margot, that latest book, The Silence, was exactly what I said it was—yet another in the predictable ‘white bad, black good’ genre. And as for that seriously biased piece of rubbish, The Yield, well, it deserved everything I said about it.”

“Josie, that book won the Miles Franklin so you’re really out on your own with those nasty racist comments. We just cannot have this sort of unpleasantness creeping into our group. It’s not nice.”

“I thought Book Club was a place to share ideas and have interesting discussions, Margot, but I see I was wrong. It will give me great pleasure never to attend your priggish little Book Club again.” Josie hung up, defiantly turned the heater to high, and poured herself a G and T with a double shot of gin to celebrate the interesting new direction her life was taking. Then she drew up four new stickers.

DON’T welcome me to my own country

THIS is the Australian flag

Vote NO

The Voice Divides Us By Race

She ordered ten of each, plus twenty of the original one. It was a lot of money to outlay but the phone bill wasn’t due for a month and she still had half a bottle of gin.

The stickers sold quickly. Dave needed eight for his work mates. Her hairdresser wanted one for the shop window and three for her children. The mechanic who fixed her car bought ten, to hand out at the pub. Josie sent a sample to her cousin in Perth and soon had orders for fifty from the West. She became more creative.

Aboriginal Nation? NEVER WAS NEVER WILL BE!

TRUTH TELLING Aboriginals were cannibals

Annie made a video of her standing at the front door leaning on her walking stick, selling stickers to the postman. It went viral on YouTube, which caused her son to call from his work at Australia House in London to ask if she was okay and what the hell was she up to, selling bumper stickers.

“It’s not a good look for me, Mum. Why didn’t you tell me you were short of money? I’ll transfer you some right away.”

“Don’t you dare, James! Everything isn’t about money. This is a matter of principle. I’m having fun for the first time since your father died and I’m doing something important. I am saving Australia, one bumper sticker at a time.”

Annie set up a blog and a website for Josie, and registered her for Twitter, Facebook and Snapchat. Updating these was her job, which she approached with alacrity.

Early one morning, when Josie and Cat were still in bed, a loud knock came on the door. An intimidatingly large policewoman was standing there. “We’ve had a complaint about your stickers, Mrs Donovan.”

“Oh dearie me. I’m sorry to hear that. Which one is causing the trouble?”

“All of them. The complainant says they’re racist. He advises that he won’t take the matter further if you stop selling them.”

Josie glared at her. “Who do you think you are? The blooming Race Police? I will continue to sell my stickers and there’s nothing anyone can do about it because this is a democracy, with free speech. They are not racist. Changing the Constitution to please Australians of a certain race, now that’s bloody racist. Go and do some research before you come around here upsetting me so early in the morning.” She shut the door firmly. Her hands were shaking as she put the kettle on.

Peta Credlin wrote her up in the Australian, describing her as the “hitherto ignored voice of Australia”. Josie quite liked that, but James didn’t. “You’re too naive for this game, Mum,” he warned her. “Certain people will not be happy if you get between them and their next round of grants.”

Andrew Bolt praised her for her common sense and bravery, and bought an assortment of stickers to show his viewers. He said it was shameful that Labor had done nothing to publicise the No side of the debate, leaving that vital discussion to one senior pensioner. Josie struggled to keep up with the demand after that and had to employ Annie two afternoons a week to help.

Suddenly, for the first time in her life, Josie had some clout. Radio hosts sought her opinion, she appeared on television talk shows and in glossy magazines. The stickers almost ran out the door! Josie even spoke to Ita at her ABC and persuaded her that the craven business of mentioning indigenous country names at every opportunity was seen as grovelling, and alienated the public.

“To put it another way, Ita, most of us out in real Australia think the so-called oldest culture in the world is having a lend of you. And we all know that there was never an Aboriginal nation so you need to stop insulting us by using the term ‘First Nations’. You want truth-telling? Stop spreading lies.”

“There’s nothing special about being old,” she announced on SBS News. “We all get old. But when a culture gets old without improving, advancing—well, I reckon that’s nothing to crow about. In fact, I’d say it’s something to be ashamed of. Let’s be honest, clapsticks and bark humpies aren’t all that impressive.”

She had a chat with the boss of Australia Post and convinced him that a pre-printed line for traditional country names on his stationery was really annoying and most customers crossed it out with the thickest texta they could find. “Just don’t do it,” she advised. “It makes you no friends at all. In fact, young man, it gives us all the shits.”

James didn’t like that either, especially as Annie put it up on Twitter. “What’s going on, Mum? The Ambassador says you told the CEO of Australia Post that he gives you the shits. You just can’t go around saying things like that.”

“Oh, do shut up, James. You haven’t a clue what’s happening here. It’s a war zone. There’s the good guys who want the Constitution left alone, and the bad guys who want to stuff it up. Not too hard to understand, I would have thought. Sorry, dear, have to rush. Ita wants a special mixed order for her re-education program, as long as I avoid sending the cannibal one. They’re not quite ready for that at the ABC but I still have hopes, and my secretary’s just arrived …”

“You have a secretary? Why do you need a secretary?”

“Bye, James.”

She did Zoom interviews with council mayors. “Here’s what I think,” said Josie. “Flag confusion is indicative of a Third World country, one that’s falling into anarchy. That’s not what we want for Australia, is it? So get rid of that flag which is not our national flag. It’s a cuckoo flag, a divisive construct. And while you’re at it, get rid of that other one you’ve started flying lately which always reminds us of somebody’s backside. Next, stop that phony ‘welcome to country’ nonsense. It’s virtue signalling at its worst. Finally, never, ever mess with Australia Day and Anzac Day.”

A small car pulled into Josie’s drive one afternoon and a smartly-suited woman with an expensive briefcase knocked on her door. “Good afternoon Mrs Donovan. I’m Amanda, from the Tax Office. I’m here to sort out a small problem.”

Josie leaned heavily on her walking stick, trying not to fall. Somebody must have dobbed her in.

“Are you all right, Mrs Donovan? Perhaps we could go inside?” Amanda pulled her jacket around her and shivered as they went into the lounge room. “We’ve had a report that someone is running a small business from this address. We have no records of this, and you have not responded to our correspondence.”

“Well, I’ve been unusually busy lately.”

“I must inform you that you have one month to return the appropriate forms.” She winked and tapped a finger on the side of her nose. “But I’m inclined to believe that what you’re doing here is just a little hobby of no real interest to us. If your friends sometimes give you tiny cash gifts, well, it’s nothing to do with us. It’s not as though you’re making a fortune, is it?” She winked again.

Josie got the hint. “Gracious me! If I was making any money, I’d have the heater on twenty-four-seven. Bloody renewables! A hobby you say? Yes, absolutely.”

“Good. I’m glad we’ve got that out of the way,” Amanda said briskly, pulling a ziplock bag stuffed with notes out of her briefcase. “Now, I need twenty assorted stickers for the staff back at the office. Here’s a non-taxable gift of $100.”

Amanda made a cup of tea for them both while Josie counted out the stickers. “Are you happy with the cannibal one?” she called. “Some people find the truth a bit too confronting so I keep that for special customers.”

“Perfectly fine with me.”

After she left, Josie and Cat sat quietly. “Life is full of surprises isn’t it, Cat?” she said.

Before long, Josie’s stickers were seen on vehicles, shop windows and suburban homes from one side of the country to the other. Caravans up in the Kimberley sported them. Road trains were covered in them. Little kids plastered their bikes and skateboards and school bags with them.

The One Nation Party came out strongly for the No vote, producing an excellent series of their own stickers. Josie was delighted. The message was really getting out now. It was as if a huge groundswell of rage had been released. At last mainstream Australia had a voice!

Josie had an unexpected call from America. “Is that the lady selling stickers?”

“Er, yes.”

“I represent the media arm of the Duchess of Sussex and she’s keen to interview you for her upcoming series, ‘Senior Women Making Change’. You won’t be paid but naturally it will be a great honour for you.”

Josie thought for a second. “Is she the dodgy one or the nice one?”

There was silence, then he said stiffly, “The Duchess of Sussex is Ms Meghan Markle.”

“I was afraid of that. Please tell her I can’t possibly do business with anyone who supports those BLM Marxist loonies. And I don’t care for the way she upset our Queen. We’re very fond of Her Majesty down here, you know.”

James rang again. “Mum, I heard on the diplomatic grapevine that you refused an interview with the Duchess of Sussex.”

“Of course I did. That woman needs no encouragement. None at all.”

James sighed. “Please tell me you didn’t say that she gives you the shits. I have to work with these people, you know.”

Josie thought it wise not to mention BLM loonies, Marxist or otherwise.

The librarian from the local primary school asked if Josie had time to talk to the children about truth-telling. Did she ever! They’d never heard such truth-telling! Afterwards, she led the school in a Truth Rampage, which entailed finding all the Bruce Pascoe books in the school, ripping them up and tossing them in the recycling bin. How the kiddies loved it!

One night a brick came crashing through Josie’s front window. She was rather flattered. The police arrived with sirens blaring, which was very exciting. Josie appeared on the television news (on every channel!) wearing her nightie and fluffy slippers, and the orders came rolling in. Dave replaced the window, which was paid for by a whip-round at the pub. Then he built Josie a flagpole near her front gate, so she could fly the one and only Australian flag. Soon, almost every house in the suburb was flying it. NITV predictably presented the glorious sight as the “ugly creep of colonialism”, which so enraged the insulted locals that some put up a second flag. Tourists began taking selfies outside Josie’s house and eBay had a collector’s set of her stickers for sale for $4000.

Aussie Stickers branched out into a range of shopping bags with the Australian flag on one side and “Vote No to Constitutional Change” on the other. They sold like hot cakes. “We’ve never been so busy, Mrs Donovan. Everyone’s getting in on the act, designing their own stickers, some of which I have to say are most inappropriate. There seems to be a lot of anger out there on this subject, that’s for sure.”

Josie received a brief but poignant letter one day. “We are a small community in the Tanami, 25 houses only. This voice business is not our business and no good for us. Please send 25 stickers.”

“Do you see what this means?” said Annie excitedly as she posted it up on all Josie’s social media sites. “We have an ally on the Dark Side. Put your lippy on, Mrs D, because the press will be onto this as quick as rats up a drainpipe.” She was right. Josie gave virtual interviews for six media outlets across Australia, and four live interviews before day’s end. Jacko answered the phone and made cups of tea with extra sugar. Annie’s mum brought a casserole around.

Josie Donovan became a household name that day, when she stood at her front door and said, “I am a proud Australian and this is my statement from the heart. We Australians can smell a raw prawn a mile away. This push for Constitutional change is the biggest, smelliest raw prawn ever and it’s been shoved down our throats for far too many years. We know it won’t help those who need help. We know it is divisive. We know it is racist. It’s time for us to unite and say NO!”

This became known as the Raw Prawn Speech. The Press Club voted it the best political speech ever, leaving Gillard’s petulant misogyny whine for dead.

Bowing to immense pressure, and inspired by Josie’s biting criticism in which she called them “more gutless than fish fillets”, the Opposition at last came out to fight on the No side. Their popularity soared. It soared even further when Torres Strait Islander elders demanded their own voice from the heart, then claimed sovereignty as a separate nation and signed an agreement with China. Once that cat was out of the bag, no desperate linguistic contortions by the PM and his cronies could put it back.

Well-known Aboriginal activists working in universities started checking their superannuation entitlements. Two of the Teal clones resigned to spend more time with their families, and one went on stress leave. Three Independents joined One Nation. The Greens refused all interviews unless the subject was renewables.

The new little PM wasn’t quite so bouncy any more and some thought he was losing his hair. His government was forced by a High Court decision to make an eye-wateringly large sum of money available to the No side, to equal the amount already spent on the Yes side. All publicly-funded media outlets were legally obliged to give equal time to both sides. What a laugh it was to hear certain journalists talking through tight lips and gritted teeth about the weaknesses in the Albanese amendment! It was almost worthwhile watching The Drum to see it.

James called. “Just between you and me, there’s some serious discussions going on behind the scenes about cancelling the referendum, because there’s no way it will pass now.”

“That’s the best news I’ve heard in a long time, James.”

“I am proud of you, Mum, but I was wondering, is there any chance you might be taking up knitting again?”

“Not likely! I’ve got to sort out this net zero rubbish next.”

Joanna Hackett wrote “The Night the Leaves Fell from the Bullshit Trees” in the October 2020 issue and “The Amazing Bruce Pascoe: Australia’s Leonardo” in the July-August 2021 issue.

41 thoughts on “Saving Australia, One Bumper Sticker at a Time

  • andrash says:

    Why don’t we all follow Josie’s example while we wait for Dutton to decide which side he is on.

  • Allan Blair says:

    Outstanding, hilarious! A fascinating tour of my own life experience. Joanna has a rare talent to connect and resonate. Bravo!

  • Allan Blair says:

    BTW can I buy a sticker?

  • gilmay97 says:

    Enjoyably honest, brilliantly funny and a powerful weapon of truth.

  • Brian Boru says:

    “more gutless than fish fillets”, the Opposition.
    Loved that. A policy free party trying to keep alive on gotcha moments.

  • David Inches says:

    After years of being a Scrooge and reading Quadrant’s free articles, this is the piece of writing that got me off my backside, shooed the moths away from my wallet, and bought an annual digital subscription.
    Well written Joanna – blisteringly funny and simultaneously uplifting.
    There’s hope for Australia yet.

  • lhackett01 says:

    Contact Joanna about stickers at jbhackett@bigpond.com. The stickers are 295x60mm polymeric (premium) vinyl stickers, colour print.
    “All that is required for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing”, widely attributed to Edmund Burke.

  • Peter Dare says:

    What a wonderful article. Are you available to run the No campaign? You could co-opt Jacinta Price. Last year I ordered my own t-shirt from a mob in the UK with the words ‘Australia Day, 26 January. Always was – always will be’ emblazoned across the chest. Got great feedback – best $20 I ever spent.
    More similar articles, please.

  • Lonsdale says:

    Great article. First Peter O’Brien’s petition and now Joanna’s bumper stickers – Monday has become sunny.

  • DougD says:

    Loved it, especially the bit about the book club. My wife who is only a bit younger than I am, watches Sky News. Every other member of her book club is an ex-school teacher. I don’t need to say any more.

  • Ian MacDougall says:

    Well done Joanna Hackett.!
    The only person who was ever entitled to ‘welcome to country’ was that first Tasmanian Aboriginal to arrive, likely back pre-110,000 years ago. He or she could have welcomed the next boat arrival, likely from the vicinity of India, where the closest Aboriginal relatives lived.
    Succeeding arrivals by the ancestral Murrayans and Carpentarians would have pushed those ancestral Tasmanians ever southwards until they got cut off in Tasmania as the seas rose at the end of the last glaciation. There duly followed by Non-Aboriginals like my own great-grandfather.
    And as all of those claiming aboriginality despite their light-coloured skins are forever squabbling amongst themselves as to whose skin-group deserves pride of place in any gathering they attend, I wait to see their plans on how the Voice-to-Parliament will be appointed.
    Could take a while. But I will be voting ‘No’ in any case.

  • ianl says:

    Very droll !

    I do so love it when people take the mickey. Or the craic, as the Irish say.

  • Biggles says:

    Brilliant, Joanna! But become an entrepreneur, or sponsor someone else to do it. Easy: find a few well-to-do people to back you and run off half a million copies. (The cost per sticker would be peanuts.) Set up a network of distributors, initially through your Quadrant contacts, selling them at cost, door-to-door, or on street corners. If the distributors were fair dinkum they would do it gratis. I would happily volunteer.

  • STD says:

    Bellis perennis. The equivalence of a political daisy cutter- beautiful.

  • john mac says:

    Quite possibly the article of the year , and YES , I want some stickers . At 62 have never had a sticker on my car yet had always toyed with the Idea of buying a cheap old car , filling it with stickers like “Say no to refugees” “Who cares about Tibet” “Save the males” “Not my ABC” etc , hopefully get a govt grant for this , and wait the half day before some self-righteous lefty smashes the windows and keys the car or worse ! That would illustrate the chasm of civility between us and them , recent exhibit those two old (Teachers perhaps) gluing themselves to a Picasso , blissfully unaware that they are at once barbarians and philistines at the same time . I my travels around Adelaide , I frequent many of the local libraries to borrow or return things -luddite that I am – and often check out the “New arrivals’ shelves which are invariably 80% women as authors , and if political , 90% left leaning . Libraries are benign indoctrinators full of the “Book club” ladies mentioned in the article. Oh and don’t get me started on ABC classical which is so Aboriginal centric now , it’s becoming unlistenable as presenter after presenter blithely states the indigenous name only for where people are from and have a list of approved and ubiquitous Aboriginal content and guests . Like Deborah Cheetham who Loudly proclaims identifying as a Lesbian Indigenous woman ,as if we care . For these high art taxpayer funded presenters to hitch caveman culture to one of the pillars of Western Civilisation in classical music is insulting to the listener and a disgraceful act of relativism on their part as they twist themselves into pretzels of political correctness.

  • rod.stuart says:

    Stupendous! Marvelous, The best read I’ve had for a long time.
    Perhpas it is time to come up with some bumper stickers on another subject
    NETZERO my ass!
    Ony morons think cow farts smell bad.
    Plants love CO2. We need more of it.
    Hydrogen is a wasty4 of energy.

  • rh_au says:

    Another brilliant article by Joanna. So on point and so very funny. Thanks for your fine writing and incisive wisdom. You’ve made my day.

  • Lo says:

    Reading this I was afraid. Afraid that if I put one on my car it would be damaged, or the house would. I didn’t like feeling that way but perhaps that is why so many people are falling into line.

    • jbhackett says:

      Lo, I fully understand your concerns about repercussions if you stick your head above the parapet. Many of my friends are also fearful BUT if we all sit back and do nothing, we will lose this referendum before it’s even officially announced. However, we must make our own decisions about this. How big is the risk to our house, or car? How big is the risk to our country if we do nothing? I agree that fear is probably stopping many from speaking out, and I find that really worrying and very saddening. Remember Edmund Burke.

  • Brian Boru says:

    I enjoyed this article and the slogans. However, I suggest that the best slogans are positive rather than those that are a reply (no matter how justified).
    I suggest such as these but better thinkers than I will be able to improve on the theme;
    “Australians, We Are One”
    “Reconciliation Equals Forgiveness And Equality”
    “Aboriginals Are Equal Australians”
    “Australians Are Unified Not Divided”
    “We Are Many But We Are One”
    “Australians, Strive To Be One People”

    • john mac says:

      Respectfully disagree , Brian , They don’t want to hear that and have declared war already on us , too late for these feel good slogans .

      • Brian Boru says:

        Thanks for your comment John. I see it as having slogans which implicitly answer/criticize the points of the other side whilst encouraging/compelling others to our view.
        We must remember that we are not trying to answer proponents (your “they”) but are endeavouring to sway the general voting public. We have the higher moral ground,we should use it.

      • Elizabeth Beare says:

        Yes. Feel good slogans can be taken as consent for The Voice. Don’t muddy those waters.

        Slogans need to be direct and critical and amusing. Hit this jackpot for a winner.

  • Elizabeth Beare says:

    Johanna has set the ball rolling for an influx of stickers. They don’t all have to be on your private property, i.e. car or home. Telegraph poles work well, albeit illegal. But it can’t yet be electoral commentary because there’s nothing on the books – yet.

  • coggancreek says:

    Good to see a movement getting up at last. This nonsense has had free rein for too long.

    That said, I have nothing against using bona fide aboriginal place names. Give me half a chance I would move the postcode boundary from Sir John Young Crescent to Macquarie St.

    That should please any descendent of an Irish convict.

    And the flag?

    I haven’t yet seen it noticed that the Union Jack on our flag makes it one of the very few flags around the world that serves a useful function, It tells those who recognise it that here in Australia we speak the English language.

  • lhackett01 says:

    We are very pleased that so many people have expressed the need for more action on the NO side of this matter. 625 stickers have been distributed to date, at cost. This is not a profit making exercise. We see only the need for the public to be better involved.

    The stickers available presently are: [Constitutional Change? NO WAY], [Constitutional “Voice” NO WAY], [DON’T WELCOME ME TO MY OWN COUNTRY], and [ABORIGINAL NATION NEVER WAS, NEVER WILL BE!]

    Contact Joanna at jbhackett@bigpond.com

  • jbhackett says:

    Peter Dare: I would be overjoyed if someone with more entrepeneurial skills and experience than I have were to take up the ‘No’ campaign. Is there anyone out there? Please?

  • jbhackett says:

    Biggles-sounds as if you have some knowledge/experience in running campaigns? If you were to take this one on, you’d be well-supported by Quadrant readers for starters. Also there seems to be a real demand from what I call ‘middle Australia’-the ignored Josies. So how about it?

  • lhackett01 says:

    As at 22 Oct 22, more than 1,200 stickers have been distributed throughout Australia. The most popular seem to be the combination of “The VOICE divides us by race” and one of the two “Contitutional Change” and “Constitutional “Voice”” stickers, perhaps because the “race” and “Constitution” stickers displayed together present a clear message.

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