@Col said in Well that's settled it, I can't run for parliament.:
I’m struggling to understand how any of them could have missed the point. I have dual nationality. I was born in England and I became an Aussie citizen some years ago.
If you were born in another country that’s easy.
I have a friend (who is in exactly the same position as a certain politician) whose grandparents were Italian and came to Australia while pregnant with his mother. He discovered not long ago at the age of fifty, that he was an Italian citizen.
In my own case, my father was Welsh and was brought here in 1926 (that’s ninety years ago…) I had understood that I was entitled to some sort of Pommy visa or passport, in much the same way that his grandchildren can an ancestry visa to allow them to work in the UK for an extended period (they are not citizens, but are entitled to apply for citizenship after living in Pommy land for seven years continuously. Ironically (and sorry if I’ve mentioned this before) one of my daughters and her husband did just that before returning home, and now have two Australian/Pommie boys, neither of whose births have been registered in the UK, but the facts are they are Poms by virtue of having two parents of that nationality, and Australian for the same reason although they were born here.
It is quite easy to see a situation where they could be raised without any awareness of their dual nationality.
I was completely unaware that I was a Pom (and my father never knew) until at around age 60 I applied for a passport. The important thing here is that I did not apply, did not register my birth or status at any time. I was just born a Pom and there was nothing I could do about it. Applying for a passport was simpler than applying for my Aussie one (and cheaper). The passport did not make me a citizen, it just provided the world with evidence that I was.
Like Nick, I had no concept that a six year old immigrant who lived his whole life in Aus, fought in wars, voted, and got paid a pension was anything but Australian. Had I run for parliament and been asked if my old man was a Pom, I would have said no. But there it was, in black and white. We left the passport open on the dining room table for a week and kept staring at two words in disbelief - “British Citizen”.
My sympathies go to those in similar situations!