I’m putting together a video diary of my experiences as a #Whistleblower and #FirstNations person. Over the weeks I intend to discuss the racism I’ve personally experienced in Australia and the corruption I’ve witnessed from @AusFedPolice@actgovernment and ACT “just-us” system
Good morning everyone it’s #ReconciliationWeek again, and I’m posting the second instalment of my video diary. As I’ve often mentioned before on Twitter I’m a member of the stolen generation(s) and a whistleblower into corruption in the Government Solicitor’s office and Treasury.
It’s the #ReconciliationDay Holiday in the ACT today, and day that drips with hypocrisy. The ACT has the highest per capita rate of #FirstNations incarceration in the country, it’s had the highest growth in FN incarnation in the country. The ACT has structural racism issues …
Another short video diary entry about being stolen generation and living in a no man’s land of non-belonging. My reality and the reality of a lot of other people like me is: I’m too white to be black, and too black to be white. Australia is not an overly tolerant society …
Another stanza on my life as a Stolen Gen living in a racist and corrupt society. Whilst I’m prepared to accept that lady justice is blind, the institutions tasked with taking as before lady justice are not colour blind, this creates a system of “just-us” favouring the powerful…
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The Trinity: Les Morts, Les Mystères, et Les Marassa
Myth is the twilight speech of an old man to a boy. All old men begin at the beginning. Their recitals always speak first of the origin of life. They start by inventing this event which no man witnessed, it remains a mystery
They initiate the history of their race with a fiction. For, whether it was first in the sense of time, life is, for all men, first of miracles in the sense of prime. This is a fact. Myths is the facts of the mind made manifest in a fiction matter.
The speech of an elder in the twilight of his life is not his history but a legacy; he speaks not to describe matter but to demonstrate meaning. He talks of his past for purpose of his future. This purpose is the prejudice of his memory. He remembers that which has been according
Lawn Hill is serene today, but back in the 1880s it was the site of atrocities against the Waanyi, the molesting of their children, the raping of their women, the shooting of their men, and the taking of their body parts as trophies.
Lawn Hill station, lies smack bang in Waanyi country, the tribal territory of an indigenous gulf people who occupied around 25,000 square kilometres of land between northwestern Queensland and the eastern Northern Territory.
The owner of Lawn Hill, Frank Hann, and his station manager, Jack Watson, are both recorded as having cut off the heads of Aborigines and presented them as souvenirs or bounty. 40 pairs of ears were nailed on Lawn Hill’s walls they were the ears of Waanyi people.