Speaker background
Kiki Betti was born near the south-western tip of the Peloponnese, to a poor farming family. As a teenager she moved with her family to Athens in 1963, where she did factory work. Frustrated by the limited employment prospects, she took advantage of Australia’s assisted migration scheme and moved to Australia in 1967. She married an Italian from Egypt and raised two daughters in Sydney’s Inner West. Ms Betti has spent much of life engaged in cultural pursuits, particularly Greek theatre.
Interview summary
Kiki Betti explains why she left Greece and why she decided to remain in Australia despite planning to return. She explains how she wanted to see the world, what it was like as a young woman in 1960s Sydney, and why she was drawn to a life in Greek community arts.
Interview highlights
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Why did you come to Australia?
Because they said that they were signing up and organizing girls with the ‘The-Me’ (Intergovernmental Commission for Migration in Europe) so they can go and work overseas, and because we were told we could work for three years and come back. So, we could help our folks. They understood that since we had grown up a bit and because we understood that from here on, our folks will be in need and we will have to help them. So, I did my papers with the ‘The-Me’ even though my parents did not approve. They did not want a family to be sending off a girl when it had three boys.
Timecode 02:28 - 03:12
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What were Australian people like when you arrived?
Ok, they were not as warm as they are today. At the beginning they called us ‘wogs’, to me and my daughters. I lived through all that, but we don’t see that now because they’ve mixed with us. The world has changed. They have married into our group. But back then it was different. They swore at us, would tell us off. They were a bit cold [...]. We often tried to be neighbourly and friendly. They liked fetta. Slowly, slowly they got to like good [olive] oil, the Greek oil. Just now, I recall how I could not go anywhere near their oil. Imagine, we had oil from Kalamata. Oil! Fresh olive. Organic! And I then come here and I see this white stuff [lard]… My mother wrote to me, saying: “I’ll send you a large tin of [olive] oil by ship”.
Timecode 09:16 - 10:48