We saw what others didn't
In the streets and community centres of Melbourne, we kept meeting the same women. A mother who had fled a violent home with nothing but her children and her courage. A refugee seamstress from South Sudan whose hands could create beauty from scraps of fabric, but who couldn't get past the first page of an Australian job application. A woman in her sixties — intelligent, skilled, hardworking — who had spent decades caring for her family and now faced homelessness because the superannuation system had never counted that work.
They didn't lack talent. They didn't lack determination. They lacked a door that would open for them.
Existing job programs asked them to be patient. To complete training. To wait. But these women needed income now — not in six months. They needed a safe space. They needed community. And they needed someone to believe that what they already knew how to do was valuable.
