Last Friday I had a very enlightening experience at an alleged educational institution in Australia. In this angry satirical piece, I will refer to this “school” as RMIT (Randomly Myopic Institute of Torture).

I was treated like a security problem because of my “appearance”. The words of the security guy himself for interrogating me were “You don’t look like part of the RMIT family.”

I had a ticket to this arts event. I was one of only two people whom they attracted to it.

I had attended the associated partly environmentalist arts display several times and had many questions and suggestions for two of the three female artists. Most of my questions prompted thought in them. Some prompted confusion. For myself, what I learn/realised there about the importance of vegetation in conservation, has prompted me to revisit my own studies of the Roman master of natural world poetry, Publius Vergilius Maro. I now read his Bucolics in the original Latin every day. The Georgics will be next, I hope. If I can stick to it.

The horrible woke culture of much modern western education and societies is too often racist, sexist, ageist and contemptuous of genuine intellectual exchange with people like me. I am a 67 year old creative man whose ancestry is mostly Caucasian. But I believe intuitively that one of my great grandfathers was an Australian aboriginal member of the 1968 cricket team that went to England. RMIT tried to shut me out because I had lots of questions and ideas and did not look like them.

My poetic conclusion:

The claws of Green myopia need men to tear apart.

Geoff Fox, April 6, 2025, Down Under (a.k.a Terra Nullius)