I’m a bit late to the party on this book as it’s 6 years old and I feel Peter Drew may have moved on with his personal struggles with family now he is a parent himself. Yes, despite the title, this book is as much a grappling with his own feelings about his family, insights which colour his ideas of his personal identity, running along side his art work which is challenging the Australian politics of identity and ongoing problematic racial stances.
I came to his work as he intended-seeing a poster on an Adelaide backstreet some years ago. It sat in my mind as powerful and portrayed a proud looking Afghan Aussie.
I recently saw a clip of Peter (like I said, late to the party) so here I am considering his book. It’s well written, honest even when emotionally confused-which makes it even more authentic-and captures many of the confusions of modern day Australian nationalism v wokeness v authentic acceptance and celebration of diversity. His travels around the country, spoiling for a fight on racism, were engrossing. His honesty ar his own confusion and growing personal enlightenment were both amusing and endearing.
I think, that like his beautifully crafted posters, this little book may be a bit important to the historical canon as a snapshot of modern Australian attitudes to race.