Rewind to 1950s Australia, when an influx of Italian immigrants helped build our country. Hardworking working immigrants poured concrete slabs, built timber frames, and constructed double-brick homes that still stand today, despite their now outdated facades.
Inside these homes, the air was filled with fresh, comforting aroma of slow-cooked Italian meals, lovingly prepared and shared around the dinner table by the nuclear family. What a time to be alive!
Years later, many of the children of these hardworking immigrants went on to become doctors, educators, builders, labourers, and architects, continuing to shape the fabric of this nation just as their parents and grandparents had done.
Fast forward to the 2020s, and the skills of Italian immigrants are no longer valued in Australia. Well-built double-brick homes have been replaced by stacked (quickly) and often poorly constructed veneer shoeboxes. Slow-cooked meals shared at the family table have given way to fast food, and there is “no time” to sit and eat together as a family.
Come on, let’s flip the narrative. Let’s make it easier for Italian immigrants to settle here, so they can contribute to and enrich this nation, just as our families did.
If making Italian pastries and cakes isn’t a skill, I don’t know what is?
Let the Bonavoglia family stay in Australia!
I was 9 years old when 8 year old Trinity met her horrible fate. I lived down the road from her and we went to the same school for a little bit.
Everyday driving past that drain, everyday thinking of the horrible things that our little brains at that age should never even imagine. I have never forgotten your name or face and I don’t think I will.
I hope you’re peaceful Trinity, you should’ve been able to live your life to the fullest. 🤍