lundi 1 janvier 2018

Welcome to the lucky land down under???




In 1999, I relocated to Western Australia (from Victoria), one of the most beautiful states in the country. White sands and crystal clear waters stretching along acres and acres of coastline from one end of the state to the other and the climate was better than the Gold Cost because you didn’t get the storms. Australia is really one of the most beautiful countries on earth but at what cost did our opportunity to enjoy all that beauty come?


I first discovered Perth (Western Australia) at nineteen, when I dated a man named Greg. He was a beautiful soul and we could have had many happy years together (not to mention the great sex), but I guess I was too young and immature to settle down at that time. Greg introduced me to Perth during a weekend away, which he organised and paid for and it never really left my mind.


After a serious of family violence and two kids later, I decided to relocate to Western Australia to raise the children away from it all. What I was trying to avoid by way of distance and no relationship, was my daughter accepting cycles of domestic abuse in adult hood and my son hitting women as a result of exposure during their most crucial developmental years.


I was not prepared for the direct contact with our indigenous community, not because of colour or race but because of the damage done to an entire generation of people by Corrupt Australian Authorities (for such a long time), which left the community as we know it today to deal with the aftermath. They are not over it, and should they be?


Australian History in primary schools is a bit like sex education, it’s taught in such a way to protect young minds. They do not show videos of our modern day indigineous survivors so you don’t really get the full story, you don’t see the aftermath that everyday Australian’s often have to deal with, and in pictures you don’t see the large number of Aboriginals in a homeless struggle on our modern day streets who are disregarded as members of the community and lucky to live to 45. It’s no wonder a large number of them are still angry with the system and take it out on us - can you really blame them?


My daughter was assaulted on the train station after school one day for being white by an angry Aboriginal girl her age who had no parents and was a ward of the state. My Angel did nothing to her except for being born in Australia and I must admit, it angered me to see my Angel at 12 come home in such a mess. Her hair pulled out, her school uniform torn, a bruise on her right arm and dried up tears in her eye’s forcing her lashes to stick together. When I asked her what happened, she said “mum I don’t like Aboriginals anymore…”;;; the police later asked me if I wanted to press charges on my daughters behalf, which I declined becuase for a child to tear at another like that unprovoked, you could imagine the termoil in the heart (and we are talking about a child who has no identity, who is unfortunately a part of the stolen generation in the hands of complete strangers, who assaulted my daughter at random - it was an isolated incident) ...and this is the aftermath that the everyday Australian has to often deal with. The police weren’t happy with my decision but the juvinille detention centres were fullI of Aboriginal kids like the one mentioned here, whose futures are destroyed before they even get the chance to realise them. I corrected Kristen’s experience with a school counsellor since I was holding down two jobs paying top dollar for private tuition, and had to pick her up from school for the next two weeks until she got over her fear of catching the train alone, alongside other students.


We get told by the white community, don’t worry about them (refering to the Aboriginal’s), they are all on drugs, but who did that to them? It’s certanily not in their culture, which is that of a giving nature.


Traditionally, the Aboriginal culture is very sound. In Aboriginal teachings, passed on through the oral histories of the Aboriginal people of this province from generation to generation, Aboriginal men and women were equal in power and each had autonomy within their personal lives. Women figured centrally in almost all Aboriginal creation legends.


In Western Australia (and this problem is Australia wide), I witnessed kids as young as seven without mothers in the hands of the so called Department of Human Services loitering in the streets at all hours like they don’t belong, and indigenous mothers without their children living on the streets with no where to sleep and nothing to eat. There were men belonging to the same indigenous community who don’t even know that they ever had parents, they were taken away at birth and integrated into the white community all in the name of changing the colour of their skin and the documents destroyed in the hands of the Department of Child Protection. Yep and this is the Lucky Land, but lucky for who?


First we tear them apart and then we turn them on each other, we put the kids in the hands of the state and introduce them to drugs and prostitution, then we open our doors to Europe and Asia to ensure we have the numbers on our side and if they try and open their mouths, we lock them up and throw away the key because by then, no one is going to want to deal with them, so we can quietly take what’s theirs without paying for it, job done! (not well done but job done).


From the words of an Aboriginal woman/mother:


“...you come to jail and you sit here; your kids, your whole family is all split up. Child and Family Services have a way of getting involved; they say you’re not a good mother. They, too, don’t listen to the person that has been through here. They haven’t seen a mother look after her kids all those years. That’s what they call you an unfit mother or that you’re not good enough to look after your own kids and who else can you turn to? IF you go back to welfare, they tell you the same thing. It’s all the same run around. Then people like us, usually find ourselves back in the same circle, that we don’t know how, or we can’t pull ourselves out of”.


(ref: http://aboriginalresearch.theimpact.org?)


Aboriginal women in particular, are subject to racism, sexism and unconscionable levels of domestic violence. The justice system has done little to protect them from any of these assults. At the same time, Aboriginal women have an even higher rate of over-representation in the prison system than Aboriginal men. In community after community, Aboriginal women brought these disturbing facts to our attention.


I felt bad for them and at Christmas I would attend the park in Fremantle (WA) where they hang out as a community trying to put the pieces back together and give them $100 to get pissed if that’s what they wanted to do - well it’s better than sniffing petrol to numb the pain - yep, that’s what our government has done to them. These people don’t take drugs to have fun they are seriously suffering and we as a community living on their fertile soils, which was stolen from right under them for us the enjoy, have a collective responsability to take care of them. They are not amials, they are human being created by the hand of God who makes no mistakes, and when we look into their eye’s we must see the God, for they too are a representation of the suffering Lord.


THESE ARE THE STOLEN GENERTION and it’s not their shame nor their fault, it the shame of the Australian Government who in the name of “MONEY and POWER” subjected them to crimes against humanity and then tried to water it all down with, ‘SORRY’, an apology they did not want to give; but where is the compensation to enable them to rebuild back their communities I mean we’ve made so much money off their backs and now we boast first world status? The Australian Government was not in favour of the apology because they did not want to compensate the indigineous communities but the people of Australia made them say sorry, by way of protest blocking the streets until they were heard (...which can be found online); and where is the respect, a public holiday and a minute of silence (like we do for our war hero’s), for all the indigineous people who lost their lives in a war we waged on them, are they not also war hero’s? AND WHY are we still celebrating Australia Day, getting pissed each year and filling our bellies with beer over the take over, which in terms of the countless lives lost, it adds insult to injury and really nothing to be proud of?


It’s Ok to be proud being an Australian but it’s NOT OK to be proud of mass murder, theft and crimes against humanity by a Government who lied about it.


The problem is TOO BIG they say, well not as big as the money made from it!





Watch RABBIT PROOF FENCE FREE (click here)



:Click the link for details
Http://www.abc.net.au/news/2014-10-28/noongar-community-centre-opens-at-pinjarra-massacre-site/5849336



Noongar community opens cultural centre near Pinjarra massacre site

..."After the first charge which killed four or five, the natives retreated to the river. In this dilemma they took to hiding themselves among the bushes and dead logs of the river banks, and were picked off by the party on either shore. In this way, between 15 and 20 were shot dead, very few wounded being suffered to escape."

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2014-10-28/noongar-community-centre-opens-at-pinjarra-massacre-site/5849336

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Welcome to the lucky land down under???

In 1999, I relocated to Western Australia (from Victoria), one of the most beautiful states in the country. White sands and crystal cle...