

That first happened to me at 18 and it was so weird. I was helping out at my old school for an interschool music festival—a week of all sorts of different workshops and rehearsals between different schools, culminating in a concert at the end. During a break I was tinkering around on the piano, and a student came up to me and said “excuse me, sir…[some question about the timetable or something, that I definitely didn’t have the level of authority to know the answer to]”. I have her the best answer I could and she went on her way, but I was just stuck there feeling way too old.
Ah yes, the Racial Discrimination Act 1975.
1975...fuck.
Whitlam was incredible. Absolutely fuck the CIA and their collaborators for overthrowing the democratic will of the people.