Genuine Walk O’Shame …
Down by the harbour today, to exchange the last of my pesos and reais (check for counterfeiting, halve the number) …
I walk past an ‘archaeological dig’ at The Rocks (with genuine artefacts dating back to 1790). There are panels stuck to the fence explaining the significance of the site: 1 sketchy panel referring to
40 000 years of Cadigal history (there being ‘no physical [genuine] evidence’ of their presence ever existing on that particular site), and 5 on the first 100 years of ‘the first European community’.
I keep walking, passing a genuine Koori man in white paint and genuine possum fur playing a genuine didgeridoo, as well as shops full of genuine Aboriginal art (not a Destiny Deacon in sight, mind).
After exchanging my millions I sit by the quays and watch the ritz pass by. There’s a storm rolling in. The water’s a murky green, the clouds as black as my genuine armband …