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Australia Day 2026: A Quiet Line in the Sand

I began writing something cheerful.

Something about summer skies, backyard barbecues, cricket bats, and the old Australian comfort that whatever happens, she’ll be right.

But I stopped.

Because this year, it doesn’t feel right.

Something is off. Hard to define. Hard to ignore.

So today’s article is not a celebration. It is a recognition that Australia is unwell. And when something or someone you love is unwell, you don’t look away. You ask how it happened -  and what must be done.

How did we get here?

 

I came to Australia as a migrant.

I did not inherit this country by birth. I chose it.

Like millions before me, I arrived not with entitlement, but with hope. I came because Australia stood for something rare in the modern world: fairness, decency, and the quiet dignity of people who built a nation through effort, not slogans.

This Australia Day, I feel something I have never felt before.

This is not simply a time for celebration.

It is a time for responsibility. When did pride become something to apologise for? When did loyalty become something suspicious?

Australia was not built by perfect people. It was built by convicts and pioneers, diggers and workers, families who endured hardship and loss so their children might live free.

They did not ask for gratitude. They asked for loyalty.

 

Yet today, loyalty is often treated as suspicion. Pride is treated as shame. And love of country is treated as something that must be explained, softened, or apologised for.

The old Australia seems to be slipping quietly away.

The backyard barbecue. The noisy cricket match. The easy mateship between neighbours who trusted one another.

How many Australians still feel rooted in this land -  not just legally, but spiritually?

How many families will gather in parks this year unsure whether they will be welcomed or confronted?

How many will stay home, not out of indifference, but out of unease?

Australia Day 2026 feels different.

It feels like a quiet line in the sand.

We did not build this nation to hate it.

We did not endure suffering so that future generations could despise what was given to them.

We did not fight wars, cross oceans, or break our backs so that Australia could become something no one dares to defend.

I say this not as someone born here, but as someone who chose to belong here:

Australia is worth defending. She has been a good mother.

But let us defend her not with anger. Not with hatred. But with courage.

This Australia Day, do not shrug and say, she’ll be right.

Fly the flag without apology. Gather with those who still love this country.

Because nations do not fall in battle first.

They fall when good people grow silent.

 

And if those who came from afar can still see Australia’s worth, then surely those who were born here can remember it.

Australia is not dead. But she is unwell. And when something you love is unwell, you don’t look away ... you act.

Nations endure because people love them enough to defend their meaning. And that responsibility belongs to all of us -  the children she bore and the children she adopted.

So this Australia Day, perhaps the question is not whether we should celebrate.

Perhaps the question is whether we still remember what we are celebrating at all.

Can we still rally around this country, hold her close, and remind her that she is loved?

Can we?

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