About 10 years ago, we spent some time living in Moorooka while our old Queenslander was renovated. There were a lot of African families living out there too. I don’t know what part of the continent they came from, but chances are a fair number had arrived as refugees from the civil war in Sudan.

They were good neighbours. Quiet people, even shy.

Peter Dutton is walking down a well-trodden path. Credit:Alex Ellinghausen

There was a real problem with crime in the neighbourhood, but they weren’t the source. It was drunken bogans tearing around the streets at high speed, and junkies turning over houses for anything they could sell for a hit. The bogans and the junkies were white. Our dog chased a few of them off. I chased a couple more.

Peter Dutton had left the Queensland Police Force by then, so we didn’t need his help securing the homestead, and maybe that’s a pity. Maybe if that potato-headed munter had been forced to work that beat for a while he’d know what a disgusting travesty the race-baiting of the last week has been.