Citing COVID-19, Australian court bans George Floyd protests in Sydney

Citing COVID-19, Australian court bans George Floyd protests in Sydney

A woman wears a face mask as people protest in solidarity with those in the United States protesting police brutality and the death in Minneapolis police custody of George Floyd, in Sydney, Australia, June 2, 2020.

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Australian authorities have banned protests in Syndey and sought to block protests elsewhere around the country set to take place over the weekend inspired by the death of a black American man George Floyd, saying large gatherings risk new coronavirus infections.

Around 50,000 Australians had been expected at nationwide events on Saturday as anger over Floyd’s death in Minneapolis — where a white policeman knelt on his neck — also focuses attention on mistreatment of indigenous Australians.

Health Minister Greg Hunt said people had the right to express themselves, but should the COVID-19 disease spread at protests, it would be impossible to trace all participants.

“Any mass gathering at this time is a lottery with peoples’ lives,” he told reporters in Melbourne.

Authorities in Australia’s most populous state of New South Wales (NSW) secured a Supreme Court injunction to prevent the largest rally planned for Sydney.  

Judge Desmond Fagan said a gathering of thousands was “an unreasonable proposition” given state directives for no more than 10 people to gather.

“It is self-evident that the social distancing measures … have been the key element in minimizing the spread of this disease,” he said, adding that the right to free expression was being “deferred” until a safer time.

Some protesters, however, said they would carry on.

“I never lose my decision to fight for what is true,” rally organizer Raul Bassi said after the court decision.

Australia has avoided the high infections and casualties of other nations, with only 102 deaths, because of border closures and social distancing since March.

NSW police had originally approved the Sydney protest, on the understanding there would be fewer than 500 participants, but far more had been planning to attend.

“The New South Wales government would never, ever give the green light to thousands of people flagrantly disregarding the health orders,” NSW Premier Gladys Berejiklian told reporters.

In Victoria state, where gatherings of more than 20 people are banned, police threatened fines for protest organisers and people breaking social distancing rules. Queensland and Western Australia states also urged people not to attend rallies.

“Let’s find a better way and another way to express these sentiments,” urged Prime Minister Scott Morrison.

“Let’s exercise our liberties responsibly.”

By Colin Packham and Byron Kaye/Reuters

Lloyd Banks – End Of An Era (Freestyle)

Banks
Check it
Yo
Ringing on your line like whats your favorite scary movie
Terrorizing here to Sydney tap your kidney with the toolie
Ima need my fucking money like sours told by Mookie
Had you jumping out the window hopping fences like the stookies
Box cutter tucker back when I be acting snoopy
Nigga miss me with the deuces taking shotys blast and move me
Known to make it gloomy won’t be honored when they choose me
I survived the gunfire fuck a comet going do to me
We dont go for threats so watch the way you talk around me
Better pumps your fucking breaks I had to park you like Jabari
Yea yea I came in like gorilas til they stomp you out the party
Trying to show off to these bitches can’t sponsor out here probably
Shit I never had the time for hating tools for domination
Threesomes for minuscule purposes bring the chronic cases
Made it from the underground wrote all my names around the basement
VVS target practice raise aim out the bracelet
Been the nicest niggas pretending they won’t acknowledge it
The one your local mc secretly got a problem with
Magnum fully loaded still left overs from my rookie clip
Professional curve a bmw had me pussy whip
Patience standard in your passport you never took the trip
My mirror took it in memories flashbacks when I look at it
You freezing out here trying to find a loophole too cold
Told my jeweler like my timepieces two tone blue gold
Keep em changing every day I miss the news though new code
Ain’t the cheddar got the cover of the crew blown you told
Outages from me shocking the world thats black energy
Balling want to lock niggas up like Pat Beverly
Last cd was 45 cases I’m back desert E
Gun pass to all my receivers mental telepathy
Raise the complexity it takes longer to get things by
Bullet wound in your size envious shit brings wild
In the machines it becomes easier to gas off pile
Shooting for the stars you trying to block the shot foul
Sometimes I resurrect my old style
Never changed when they changed up then, I won’t now
Yea
At your request

Horrorshow – If You Know What I Mean (Bardo State Album)

[Verse 1: Solo]
Now once upon a time not long ago (Not long ago)
There was an ocker kicking rhymes up in the land of rock and roll
He’s not a rocker, just a stoner on a roll (On a roll)
Goin’ all out on the road and tryna make the honour roll
See I been all up in the dojo practicin’ my braggadocio
Learned to toot my own horn, blow my saxophone and my oboe
Soprano, alto, baritone, mastered my high and low notes
A quick jazz cigarette then I’m takin’ my solo
If you ain’t heard about it ask around
On any given Sunday bet we turn the party out
Get love on every corner walkin’ through our part of town
Yeah, you that lucky winner, Price Is Right and so you better come on down
To the inner west, come and visit the turf
You’ll see my crew be runnin’ Sydney like the City2Surf
From the pretty beach sides to the sticks in the ‘burbs
They say "that dude Smooth Nicholas, he slick with them words"

[Hook: Solo]
I was rollin’ with my brosef and he turned and said to me
"Homie, you been goin’ in since we was only seventeen"
I said "I ain’t one to blow my own, but I tend to agree
If ah, you know what I—you know what I mean, what I mean"
Now the punters say they love the way I spit it on the beat
It put the roof over my head and put the kicks up on my feet
Nothin’ changed, still a couple snakes, we cut them blades of green
If ah, you know what I—you know what I mean

[Verse 2: Solo]
The sorta shit that they let fly, I could do with my eyes closed
But I’m taking the high road, tryna scale heights, never fall off cause I climb slow
See my sign’s goat, as in G.O.A.T
Make my way from A to B while spelling out what’s plain to see
My man was shotgun in the ‘Yota, looked over and said to me
"Homie, you been goin’ in since we was only seventeen"
When we’d rock up to your house party, rollin’ twenty deep
Turnin’ off your Black Eyed Peas and throwin’ on some BDP
R.B.G, R.O.C, Eminem or D.R.E
R.S.E, BnE or Suffa, Pressure, and Debris
For the moment probably be that O.V.O or T.D.E
But homie this that O.N.E, that D.A.Y, that E.N.T
Nowadays we got our names up on the list and drinks are free
It’s like something I think I saw in a vision or a dream
I’m tryna paint the kind of picture that make you picture the scene
If ah, you know what I—you know what I mean

[Hook: Solo]
I was rollin’ with my brosef and he turned and said to me
"Homie, you been goin’ in since we was only seventeen"
I said "I ain’t one to blow my own, but I tend to agree
If ah, you know what I—you know what I mean, what I mean
Now the punters say they love the way I spit it on the beat
It put the roof over my head and put the kicks up on my feet
Nothin’ changed, still a couple snakes, we cut them blades of green
If ah, you know what I—you know what I mean

[Outro: Solo]
Don’t wanna blow my own trumpet, don’t wanna toot my own horn
Don’t wanna beat my own drum kit, don’t wanna write my own score
But they like it, they love it, they buy it, they bump it, recite it
Turn it up and then they bump it up some more
Don’t wanna blow my own trumpet, don’t wanna toot my own horn
Don’t wanna beat my own drum kit, don’t wanna write my own score
But they like it, they love it, they buy it, they bump it, recite it
Turn it up and then they bump it up some more

Horrible Histories – Australia Song lyrics

[Verse 1]
In Britain’s Georgian times
There were so many crimes
No time to hang each crook guilty of a felony
Cos there’s no room to jail you
They’d send you to Australia
To live in our new-fangled penal colony
Think that sounds like heaven?
In 1787, it wasn’t that kind of once in a lifetime trip
First fleet took the journey
Months at sea so churny
Over 40 died while they were on the ship

[Chorus]
Those that lived were plucky
Plucky, plucky, plucky
Crammed on board with rats and vermin, cockroaches in bed
Stench inside was sicky
Yucky, yucky, icky
Lice not very nice, can’t get them out of my head

[Verse 2]
Landed Bay of Botany
Convicts’ life was rotteny
Needed food and shelter but everything failed
Threes too strong for felling
Stagnant water smelling
A real step back in time in New South Wales
Soil too poor for budding
Huts washed up by flooding
Plans for building houses came to sticky ends
The best of all their labours
Attacked by local neighbours
And that is when your neighbours don’t become good friends

[Chorus]
Situation tricky
Tricky, tricky, tricky
Then a second fleet of ships was due aground
Some thought this was lucky
But illness had strucky
Half were dead or I’ll
Fever was spinning around

[Verse 3]
After seven years
Convict record clears
Just one catch
You got to pay your own way back
No wages meant no money
No choice, but what’s funny
Many stayed, became farmers and made a stack
Original arrivers
Proved hardy survivors
Sydney turned into a place you’d choose to go
Think that they’d be fairer
To convicts who were sent there?
No way they built prisons even more remote

[Verse 4]
Port Arthur was one of the jails
Where every escape attempt fails
Was one man who nearly got through
Billy Hunt dressed as a kangaroo

[Chorus]
Inmate’s life still sucky
Sucky, sucky, sucky
Life behind bars was not very nice
Hideous and messy
Who would ever guessy
This hellhole would become a
Holiday paradise?