Today I want to talk about Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander literature - in its numerous forms. 📚
When I think about Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander, I think about the richness in the pages. I think about the gift of story telling in a written medium and I think of the labour in telling the stories in this way.
Growing up - some of the stories that were read were written about us in the abstract. Today - we have a wealth of brilliant Blak writers that tell stories. Let me start by saying - I love reading - I love all types of books and I love being enriched with stories.
I remember reading this book and feeling all the vibes as I was starting to hit my stride with my own career and uni and enjoyed the escapism of this sister (Lauren) on a chance of a lifetime in NYC.
This is a book that I missed my train stop because I was engrossed. The tapestry of words evocative of island life.
Do not read this at night. Admittedly I read this cover to cover and finished at 3am and slept with my lamp on, but don’t be stupid like me. This felt like my aunties telling me stories that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. IYKYK.
This book is a powerful dive into colonialism and the impact of it in ways that touch Blak families here in this land.
This is exquisitely written. The story is one we relate to and need to bear witness to. The language and weaving of stories is spiritual and this book made me feel so close to the characters.
This man 🖤 just read it.
I found this book powerful in the message I took from it that healing is complex with inter generational trauma and related so hard to the loss of Pop. The dark humour shines through - Blakfulla humour is something else.
There is a reason this book is award winning. Exquisite. Complex emotional concepts that are relatable and moving. It is enduring.
This one is thematic and evocative and has been one talked about for the colonial depiction throughout.
I loved this story of friendship. Couldn’t put it down. I loved the scene setting and the love of the ancient waters that came through.
I love that there is an increase of children’s books so my daughter and all children can have the benefit of the story telling and knowledge on the pages. My daughter has tagged this one.
This book is one of our most recent purchases as it can out a few months ago and my daughter is reading it to her kindergarten buddies and younger Aboriginal children she mentors. She can read these stories and impart a message and that is powerful.
This book is one I really felt. I think the power of Blak women is something I see and feel every day so to have this beautiful story feel so personal is testament to the incredible story telling of the author.
I think the point of this thread (aside the from the third hand flex of Blak brilliance) is to demonstrate that our stories can be beautiful while still being interwoven with the pain of our trauma. Our stories can convey a message with linguistic subtlety.
Blak writers give so much of themselves when they write and they do this not to contribute just to the literary landscape, they are honouring, holding space, they are laying foundations for those that come after them and they are continuing the long tradition of story.
I find it is something outrageously generous to share that much of themselves with us knowing that the colonial landscape continues and will be hostile. I find the generosity of Blakness to be something equal parts beautiful and sad - to be generous still is telling.
Another thing is that these stories are so complex that the message can be received by the reader in different ways personal to the reader and that is powerful. Just as the writer is reading with a lens, we read with our own experiential lens too.
I am grateful to Blak story tellers - all of them - I lend out my books to family and friends so I can share the love of this literature with them and make a point to buy Blak books every Christmas.
Have you received one as a gift? Have you given one?
Are there any books in this thread you will go buy for yourself or someone as a gift?
Add your books to this thread so others can get inspired to buy them too.
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Racism exists in Australia. It exists in our institutions and in our public spaces. There are those who oppose it, but there is also a lot of racism among our self-proclaimed ‘white allies’.
Racism is insidious. It impacts on people’s health, their education, housing and employment opportunities, and their sense of self and safety living in Australia.
We look at Aboriginal prison rates and label Aboriginal people as criminals rather than looking at racism in policing or in sentencing.
As we are only a week or two away from Harmony Week (yes, it’s a week now), I’d like to tell the story of the greatest Harmony Day poster ever designed. And by ‘greatest’ I of course mean the absolute fucking worst most condensing piece of shit imaginable because of course it is.
To understand this story, it’s important to remember that the government department that is responsible for Harmony Day is the same one that Peter ‘won’t somebody PLEASE think of the white South Africans’ Dutton was in charge of for many years.
Harmony Day exists only in Australia and solely for the purpose of ignoring the International Day for the Elimination of Racial Discrimination on the basis that Australia doesn’t have any racial discrimination so instead of fighting racism we get to celebrate living in harmony…
For those saying we should be magnanimous about the passing of the queen, a reminder that the queen inserted herself into the lives of Indigenous people here multiple times. She wasn't a bystander to the effects of colonisation and colonialism, she was an architect of it.
Demanding Indigenous people be respectful about the passing of someone who intentionally made our lives worse is outrageous. It's worth considering what she *could* have done - and didn't - to effect change.
At so many times across the 20th century, she could have intervened and reset the relationship between Indigenous people and 'the crown', because she had more than ceremonial power to do so. She did nothing.
Yesterday when I took over @IndigenousX I was nervous about whether I'd manage today. It would have been my brother David's 63rd birthday, and I was worried I'd be too upset or too many things. The reason RUOK day is so annoying is that there's often no solution if you're not.
Talking to one of my older sisters just now, was the checkin you do not in a calendar format, but because god, it's David's birthday and we miss him. We know our other sister will be with him soon, and we're sad about that too, and mapping what we can do now, for her, now.
I'm mentioning this cos that's relationality, and maybe I'll never be 'ok' again by a reset measure. Asking me if I'm okay won't change it. I wish my sister would make 60, but wishing or checking in to see how I'm going won't make it happen. Talking from inside the grief is 'ok'.
Ever worked with someone who sees you as facilitating their success? You know what I mean, they like what you do because it makes them look better or helps their cause. This is a conversation that we need to have about the convergence of #BlackCladding and #MyBlackFriend.
Decades ago in academic conferences (and also today) it was bringing an Aboriginal person onto a panel speaking about research, where they clearly had no real investment or interest OR they weren't allowed to speak about their experience - acting as props. #IndigenousProps
In govt, in business, in unis, in schools, in medical services, when this happens, they're buying authority and authenticity, but with no real cost and without meaning. It really is window dressing, but there's actually a cost to people doing it. And everyone else.
(SOS) When my brother, who died recently, wrote his book Bold (stories of older queer ppl), he featured his and other Black voices. He knew how rare it is to have older queer Black voices cos the stats aren't great. But we aren't stats, and for those of us still here we need...
...to be made to feel that we belong, that we are cherished, that we have a place and a right to all of the things the rest of our community has.
I often write (and think and rant) about stats being important. But Indigenous people aren't statistics. Our role as community is central, we should be central because we're connected. Tacking on letters at the end of LGBTIQ+ to feel like you've included us isn't it.