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April 24, 2010



The impact has lessened, but the lessons still linger. Anyway, you saw the Todd flood more than three times, so in someway you will go back.


Oh I'll definitely continue to go back there. The country has too big a pull over me for starters.

A bit worried that what I may have written above may seem to have denigrated south-eastern people and their experiences -- I'm not wanting to do that or to suggest some superiority of the white bwana-figure who's been in the field with 'real blackfellas. The experience of racism and intergenerational trauma is certainly very real in the lives of south-eastern people I've met, and often has very damaging effects.

Jenny P

Thanks. Your reflections are very helpful to me.


Try and track down a copy of Bruce Pascoe's Convincing Ground. He lived Greer's ambition somewhat accidently, but the book largely deals with trying to find a place of reckoning after 200 years of dispossession and lies.
How any society treats the most vulnerable is how it will be remembered. A fate most non-Indigenous Australians attempt to nervously ignore.

Francis Xavier Holden

I've just discovered in the last few years that where I lived as a kid and callow youth was essentially around Buckley's Swamp. So I've spent a lot of time reading Buckley's and other accounts of the time and especially of the land.

Bruce Pascoe's book - I forget its name - has also helped repopulate the Otways of my childhood with aboriginals.

My father always used to say as we stood on a hill or overlooked a swamp: "this would have been great aboriginal land. Any human can see this. I can't believe they weren't here in great numbers. Why do we hear only the white settlers names. Theres something being hidden"


Well, that's very forward-thinking of him. Still, I reckon a lot of older blokes of that generation (I'm presuming your dad was a 'string-saver' like mine) who loved the bush felt they related to Abl people in some kind of 'woodcraft' way.

I can't imagine making a 'whitefella jump up' gesture after living in central Australia and feeling the cultural difference keenly. But I do remember always finding the bush along the road to Warrnambool, etc, very eerie and not being surprised to hear later that there'd been lots of massacres.

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