It could have been the Chinese feed I'd had the night before; it had tasted a little off. Or it may have had something to do with my recent messing about with attempts at lucid dreaming, the springboard to astral travelling or out-of-body-experience. Then again, it may have been the hallucinogenics devoured during a misspent youth coming back to bight me on the arse. Whatever, it had me fearful of falling to sleep for the next few nights.
I'd woken up sweating and it had been a cool night. I was gasping for breath. It seemed I'd stopped breathing. I was fearful, not sure where I was in space or time. Long, tense moments passed before realising I'd returned from the worse nightmare I could remember.
I had been in some point in the future, how far into the future was impossible to tell. Going by the political-social setup, I had skipped an impressive number of years. The world had been turned upside down, inside out and shaken all about. Oddly though, the material world was barely changed. Clothes, cars, computers, mobile phones had all trodden water.
Most of us whites were now living in squatter camps outside of country towns after being shunted from the major cities. the People's Liberation Army had invaded several years ago, although we weren't allowed to call it that now. It had been an "intervention" to protect the badly treated Chinese minority in Australia. Ha! That was a laugh on several levels. Firstly, the Chinese "minority" now greatly outnumbered the white minority, and that was largely because of our women failing to be convinced of the necessity of reproducing at replacement level. Secondly, it was the Chows who'd started the trouble, arrogantly lording it over us from their powerful positions in business and finance and their cosy establishment in the best real estate in the country. You could tell they despised us. And it was we who were supposed to be the racists!
By then every ethnic group in the country was at each other's throat. The multicultural house of cards - "the most successful multicultural society the world had seen" - could only be kept standing when there was plenty to go around, with extra of course going to the ethnics. But when resources began to dwindle after the economic crash - well, it was on. It was only then that we discovered how much they all hated us. But admittedly, the most bitter conflict was between the Chows and us, or at least those of us who refused to join with our cowardly, self-loathing, one-worlder co-racialists who were saying it was poetic justice for we ourselves "stealing" the land from the true owners who had been innocently and harmoniously tripping through fields of wild flowers and epitomising Rousseau's "noble savage". But guess who had the last laugh there though. These fools had who had thought assuming the position would put them in good stead with the new masters were cruelly disillusioned. The Chow soldiers appeared to despise them most of all and treated them accordingly. At least with those of us who had put up some resistance, they appeared to accord at least a modicum of respect.
The fate of the Aborigines was also irony at its finest. For years the People's Republic of China had been using the bleating of Australian left/liberals about "invasion" and "theft" of the land to meld it almost artistically into the propaganda being beamed at us telling us that our ownership of the land was illegitimate. This was amplified one hundred fold when push finally came to shove and a few of our less cowardly political leaders had the temerity to protest. More galling to the Chinese was some of our heroic military leaders refused the order to stand down. The odds against them though were appalling. With huge fifth column, comprising some from families who had been here for generations, providing intelligence, guidance and spying, the Chow soldiers were always one step ahead of our boys. After being smashed in organised battles, resistance rapidly descended into guerrilla warfare aided by those of us civilians who'd managed to avoid being disarmed by our own government's edict, and a scorched earth exercise which unfortunately in a particularly dry Summer, got out of hand. The resisters - those who hadn't been shot, blown up or burnt to death - were rounded up. Denounced by their own government as traitors, they were summarily executed.
I'd escaped the dragnet only because of long acquaintance with a Chow originally from what was once called Taiwan who hated the mainlanders for the brutal way they'd occupied his country when he was a young boy and was willing to vouch for me and testify that I had not been part of the resistance.
The occupation of Taiwan had occurred straight after the US had inevitably collapsed just like the old Soviet Union, only infinitely worse, into anarchy, blood-drenched pogroms against the Jews, civil wars and extended catastrophe, under the weight of its own contradictions and refusal to face reality ("there is no such thing as race") Aztlan had been achieved and was bulging with the refuse of South and Central America who still flooded into the American dream that now only survived in their imagination.
One of the last acts of the combined white militias was to storm the UN in New York and slaughter everyone inside. For decades it had been essentially irrelevant and on the brink of financial starvation once the Americans had refused to continue with its lion's share of the funding. It had been kept on life support only by contributions from obscenely wealthy Jews. There was undoubtedly an agenda behind this but no-one could quite figure out what it was.
With all this unimaginable chaos raging, the Russians essentially just waltzed in to physically remove America's nukes in the same way they'd done with the French and British weapons of mass destruction. Western Europe now only existed in geographical terms. In the French civil war, whites had fought bravely but had little chance of winning. Germany, still stupefied by the drip-feed of guilt about its supposed evil past, had basically decided national suicide was the only decent thing to do. Britain had become Muslim by democratic vote that, once counted, meant Britain was no longer a democracy.
Four European caliphates now existed and all were fighting each other for supremacy. This, and the ongoing fighting between Sunni and Shia over who was the rightful successor to Mohamed had most of Europe looking like Middle Eastern countries destroyed by Israel courtesy of their American proxy at the end of the twentieth century.
The Russian Federation which now also included Hungary and Poland and a few smaller states were the West's last chance. The area covered by these states had become a kind of nature reserve dedicated to the preservation of an endangered species - the White Man
Back here in Australia though, and most amazingly, Aborigines who were just as aware as the rest of us of what had happened during and after the fighting didn't seem to think that any of this applied to them. Some even seemed to think that the Chinese army was really here to aid them in correcting historical wrongs. While the rest of us were aghast, they began protesting in Brisbane. The new arrivals seemed to be at first bemused and then amused, even entertained by the Aborigines who, while chanting, "our land will not be stolen a second time - twice is too much", were going full tribal with billows of smoke, droning didgeridoos and colourful traditional dancing. Encouraged by signals they were completely misreading, the blacks upped the ante and began incorporating what appeared to be hostility into the exercise, lunging with spears toward the Chinese soldiers before retreating to the back foot. They'd only done this a few times before an order was barked out and a deafening volley of automatic rifle fire crashed through the hot afternoon.
After the smoke and stench of cordite dissipated, almost one hundred Aboriginal bodies could be seen lying still and quiet in widening pools of blood. The terrible scenes were shown and re-shown on now state-controlled national television. The message was loud and clear: this is how we roll when you piss us off. Some survivors were already on the run but it wouldn't last long. An order had gone out from the military command. Someone translated it for us: "round up these monkeys". All who were recognizably Aboriginal meekly accepted their fate and were then languishing in concentration camps in the desert. Word got back that their guards were treating them like animals in a zoo. The speed with which "Aborigines" who were barely distinguishable from whites but for years had been proudly celebrating "their" culure, but now decided they were white after all, was close to Warp Speed. A few of us less noble whites tried to drop them into the Chows but only copped bad hidings themselves because they weren't believed. How could these white people possibly be Aborigines? Fake news wasn't to their liking.
What remained of our multicultural, multiracial government which had decided that discretion was the better part of valour was now falling over itself in its rush to acquiesce to demands, even to the point of putting out press releases to the effect that the PLC had been invited in to help stabilise a country spiralling into anarchy. Besides, it was added, wasn't this a prudent measure given that Indonesia, now fully Islamised, and for whatever reason - probably something resembling a racial inferiority complex - had always hated Australia, and had been acting increasingly hostile toward us, had recently had a plan of attack uncovered? Which was better, an Islamic Australia or one being "aided" by China? It was no secret that China still retained the trappings of communism shorn of its economic nonsense, but which still included a loathing of all forms of religion. It had no real interest in Indonesia itself, viewing it as too much trouble to get involved with. It was content to let it wither on the vine now that most of the Middle East, including Israel, was little more than smouldering, radioactive ruin, and with it the well-spring of Islamic revivalism. But China as sure as hell wouldn't be allowing Indonesia to become a replacement exporter of radical Islam.
Also on the Chinese list of places to avoid was the long ago failed state of Papua New Guinea where cannibalism was re-ememerging. The Chows spoke of these "black devils" with a shudder. All in all, China was quite content with its hop, step and a jump straight to Australia where legendary amounts of mineral resources lay, Garden-of-Eden-like farmland and wide open spaces for the homeland's excess population were ripe for the picking. A clandestine agreement between the Australian and Chinese governments regarding the exportation of the excess population to Australian had been formalised decades previously but the requisite speed of the population transfer was sorely lacking, the PRC government had decided.
The remainder of South East Asia had been allowed a measure of autonomy as long as it deferred to China on major issues and maintained a flow of tribute to the resurrection of the Middle Kingdom. A suzerainty also existed regarding unified Korea and Japan, the latter though brought kicking and screaming into the reserve. That was until the PRC promoted lavish demonstrations and exhibitions through what was called "Remembering Nanking Week". This was followed by three nuclear weapon tests in quick succession. Japan suddenly became exceedingly meek and submissive.
They didn't mind that we still used the term, Australia. It didn't really matter. The Chinese being famous as long-term thinkers were patient enough for us to die out and take the name with us. We found out though from someone who could speak Mandarin that the Chows were calling out land Xin Nan Zhongguo (New South China)
We had been told our living in the camps while the Chows lived it up with white whores in the cities was only temporary. We had been designated as farm labourers. How many white workers would be needed to pick a peach? That was the obvious question. We didn't have to worry about that we were told. Even as we spoke, massive desalination plants and pumping stations were being built around the country. This new infrastructure would be used to make the deserts bloomed. The country would become a food-bowl. We knew that was bullshit. The Chows still had massive expanses of desert in their own back yard. If they couldn't do anything with that, how were they going to succeed here?
Still, what could you do? Some of us had escaped to the Russian Federation by freighter but now the ports were locked up tighter than a Crusader's wife's chastity belt. Resistance was futile. A mania developed of "what if?" What if we had long ago resolved to stay strong and not fallen for the "strength in diversity" bullshit" when all the time nature screams at you that it is in homogeneity that real strength, pride, and a determination to survive resides. Suicide was becoming a plague. It was beginning to loom personally as a more or less honourable way to exit this hopelessness. I began thinking of ways to do it. By gunshot was now impossible. I thought of jumping but knew that as soon as I launched myself I'd think it was a bad idea. It was while musing on these possibilities that I came across a vagabond plastic bag. I found a quiet spot, out of the way, and put it over my head.
That was when I woke up gasping for breath.
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