I am a 31-year-old Aboriginal woman of Ugarapul and Bundjalung tribal roots, who is strong in my culture, but contends with the aftermath of European invasion of this my sacred land, Australia.
“If the bullet takes 20 years to kill you, it’s not called murder, it’s called business” – (Paul Brodeur in Blue Murder by Ben Hills) The Aboriginal community of Baryulgil,… Read more »
Mer Island is the largest of the easternmost group of islands, the Murray Islands, in Torres Strait. About 400 Islander people live there. In 1879 the Murray Islands were annexed… Read more »
Aboriginal women have developed a unique approach to combating domestic violence. Through Black Eyes is a landmark document that, in its approach to combating violence in the home, places the focus on community-inspired, rather than state-driven, solutions.
In 1981, Eddie Murray was found dead in a police cell. In 1987, two cops bashed Eddie’s sister, Anna. Eddie’s murder and Anna’s persecution have a history, and they typify what happens to Aboriginal people regularly. The persecution of the Murray family for their militancy is an effort to break them and Aboriginal fighters like them.
The conference allowed the women a platform to express their frustration and anger, but most of all, their survival. Never have I been a part of such a large group of strong, strong women. It was an absolutely inspirational event to be a part of.
“…the story of a working man…the story of Wanamurraganya, the son of a tribal Aborigine. Then again, it’s the story of a man who is fighting with being black and white. A man who chooses not to live in the tribal way, but who can’t live in the white man’s way because the government won’t let him.”
As the Bicentennial year draws to a close, the government is getting desperate to undermine the growing public support for the demands of Australia’s Aboriginal nations. Their desperation came to… Read more »
Millions have been spent by the government in its ongoing attempts to generate mass bicentennial enthusiasm but the January splash had petered out to a mere whimper before the year of “celebration” was even one third over. There is nothing for ordinary people to celebrate in 1988.