Archive for October, 2011
The Samoan troop numbers within the respective United States military units currently serving within Iraq have officially been given their recall orders from their commander in chief President Barak Obama. The current Samoan troop numbers are not fully disclosed due to ethnicity classifications of US military servicemen are subsumed to Nationality of servicemen, therefore, Samoan military servicemen included within the United States Armed forces are not disclosed according to ethnicity to the public.
However, the respective companies within the 100Bn, 442nd Regiment within the US Army Reserve, has been dominated by Samoan military personnel and have been in active duty within Operation Enduring Freedom and Operation Iraqi Freedom.
Samoans as an ethnic military culture have proffered military assets to the respective military forces globally including the New Zealand Army units, including the elite SAS, The US military services including Delta Force, US Navy, including the notorious or the famous Navy SEALS, US Air force as front line fighter pilots, including colonel Snow an F15 Eagle pilot etc.
The Samoan military culture is very entrenched and a proud culture of fighting men that has been embedded within the Toa culture of most Polynesian cultures, this cultural tradition has been bestowed to the Samoan serving within the Australian Armed forces as well as the French Foreign Legion.
The fighting Samoan Toa is indeed a creature of habit, a bellicose weapon, and a ruthless menace to his enemies, if utilised effectively.
Within an indifferent and myopic society the Samoan is stereotyped as either a rugby player, a menial semi skilled worker, an expected pub brawler (also known as a “Lout” according to the Queensland justice stigma), a staunch christian, and is purportedly expected to be a lethargic obese diabetic. Often the warrior stereotype is considered as atypical and is more associated with a distant Toa culture of yesteryear.
In an age known, disdainfully by the Allan Duff school of thought, as the “Once were Warriors” dying race Eugenic myth. The Eugenic paradigm which has been inculcated by the Allan Duff school of thought has besmirched and tarnished the cultural reputation of many Polynesian cultures as well as the Maori culture. The bigotted stereotype has become the ideal for the stereotypical stigma that has denied many sporting, employment and career opportunities for many Polynesian groups within New Zealand society rippling outwardly to Australia and America. The antiheroism of the bellicose Samoan or the Jake Heke (Maori version) of the “Once were Warrior” has become a twisted truism that has left many Samoans, Tongans and Maori with very little breathing space to arise from the burden of stereotype and stigma.
Closer to home. The Australian Samoan, nowadays, is indeed a person whom is keen to reaffrim the “Once were Warrior” tradition, particularly viewed in their interest in contact sport, ie, rugby martial arts and pugilism, and would wish to continue to live this truism of their cultural trait within their adopted host society.
The Australian Samoan is integrating with the indigenous and mainstream Australian society and is subsumed by the overwhleming tyranny of the masses and competing pluralism of a multicultural Australian soceity which may be carbon copied anywhere within American society and New Zealand.
The global internet has created a bridge network through which all Samoans are proffered an opportunity to connect with each other and to share notonly their particular cultural origins but also their daily lives inspite and despite their diaspora.
Fa’afetai lava i le faitau.
27th October, 2011
I ran my 6th 42km marathon in Melbourne, Victoria, on the 9th October 2011. It was a very dreary wet morning start to a very cool days of running. Some 6,000 runners started the 42km run/jog/walk to complete the 42km journey. I was just keen to complete my 6th rather than breaking a PB. Although, I was surprised at the layout of the run course which turned out to be very runner friendly indeed. No heartbreak hills, no meandering inclining bends it was all flat to a declining 4km sprint downhill to the finish chute. It was meant to be a very fast course, unfortunately for me, I hit the wall at the 22km mark, and then stopped, then began again to record a very modest 4hour 14 min finish time, my slowest marathon yet.
It was the first and last Melbourne Marathon I would run. I found Melbourne much to dreary for my liking. It hadn’t changed all that much since I was last in Melbourne in 1998, except there are much more stadiums and a hideous Federation square designed by some Military strategist considering a camouflage khaki theme for the Melbourne CBD, no doubt in anticipation of a thermonuclear conflict invasion attempt by Antartic nation of Penguins in Melbourne within the not too distant future.
In all the Melbourne trip was fun, the people seemed friendly in an impersonal touristy kinda way. I found the local Union blokes unfriendly towards me. The highlight of my visit to Melbourne was undoubtedly the Melbourne Aquarium and the Immigration Museum, which have to be called the multicultural and race relations museum of Australia for obvious reasons when once you walk out of it. The message conveyed is very good and hits right on the mark in terms of portraying the race relations history of this country.
I met one Samoan in Melbourne and only after I had run the 42km marathon, making me think that there aren’t any Samoans in Victoria at all. Although, I was informed that there were thousands of them in Melbourne. The one bloke I met wore a Samoan rugby union tracksuit similar to my Samoan rugby league tracksuit that I had worn for the 1992 Rugby League World Cup in Sydney. I had extended my hand in friendship only to see a disdainful reluctance by the Samoan bloke to shake my hand. I felt slightly indignant and decided not to talk to the oaffish thug and I walked away somewhat disinterested in the kindred meeting. This was the first and last time I had met a Victorian Samoan.
I had travelled to Melbourne alone and met no one I knew in Melbourne although I have travelled there so many times during the 1990s. I don’t like Melbourne people all that much and I am glad to return to Queensland where it is the better the devil you know situation.
A final word on the Victorian Police services, yes, I do think that they are the worse police service in the country. In Queensland, the police are notorious for bashing you then asking questions, in Victoria, the police shoot first then decide to question you.
Everyday I was in Melbourne I saw a car accident in front of me. Kaboom there was a brown car T boned by a white van. Then the following day another intersection collusion a white expensive sedan pummelled from the side by an equal smashed up green car. Weirdo Melbourne locals…
I had a lunch and dinner with a complete stranger woman from Perth, I shouted her as well, only because I wanted to talk to someone in Melbourne. I was bored afterall. People seemed to think that I was cheating on a spouse with their glances at me. I’m single, of course, and I have never met anyone in years. I found this woman slightly interesting then I heard of her baggage which made me almost squemish that I had decided that this dinner date was fine while it lasted and I’d better pay for the meal and make a quick exist from this city asap.
I did just that and flew back to Brisbane asap. Better single and free then being a busboy carrying someone elses luggage for the remainder my life.
Cheers people. Bye bye Melbourne and good riddance too.
18th October, 2011.