The last time I wrote about refugees, I kept getting a certain type of comment. That people like my parents were the right kind of refugee. The good ones. Deserving of a place in Australia.
On Sunday, as I watched Australia play Turkey in the World Cup among a crowd gathered in Melbourne’s Federation Square, I wondered if the same standard would be applied. Then Nestory Irankunda scored the first of two world-class goals. Turkey, despite having possession of the ball for most of the match, lost. The crowd went wild.
