Sunday, 1 July 2018

#MeToo: take note from a black Aboriginal woman

Consider this….

  • How many opinion pieces of childhood trauma will excuse the author from years of trolling?
  • Just how pale would your skin have to be to be invited to excise black skin stories to make your coat of many colours?
  • How much self-appointed leadership would you need to serve to legitimize abuse and assault?
  • How many years of government funding validates bullying and exploitation?
  • How many tweets would you need to punch out to redeem yourself from polluting our world?


The lack of #MeToo stories within black Australia doesn’t mean these wrongs don’t exist.  A person of foresight would know one of the strongest deterrents’ of bad behavior has become the ticking time bomb of exposure and public shaming. 

The reluctance and the fear around not speaking up will inevitably collapse.  It’s not a case of if, it’s a case of when will it happen. 

It got us this far, the rule of silence that protected the twisted ruin that hid in the shadows, and these days lurks on social media and nests in the remains of community myths.

It is the man who slinks around social media taking credit for the work of women smarter and tougher than he, to the one who drives around communities with a slab of beer and a eye for the young ones. It is the academic who sabotages women’s efforts and lectures young minds on their brand of faded fiction.  It is the women who joined them in the muck.
It is in the threats and the pile-ones. It is in the sly eye and the broken heart.

You know the rule:  we can’t show any weakness as it puts us all at risk.  We fail, we lose, we drop and we perish by those words. 

Standing over one another cannot be the only strategy, time after time. 

I am calling ‘time’ on this attitude.  I wont be alone.  Think it through.  The growing demands for simple rights such as ‘truth’ and ‘voice’ will cast a light in dark corners, whether the main perpetrators are still alive or not.    

The answer to all my opening questions is – not enough.  There will never be enough reason.   Don’t let a perpetrator tell you any different.

Freedom, come warm my hands. 


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Older posts....




One day will we have truth and reconciliation on violence – where victims are free to voice their suffering, and perpetrators can admit to themselves to what is common knowledge within communities?  Or perhaps they’ll be quietly left out and behind, a relic of a violent age when broken bodies, head injuries, sexual assault, broken families and pension day blues was more common than not.

-- November 2015


You can not be involved in any grass roots campaign without knowing about child sexual assault in Aboriginal communities.  You can’t be a feminist without knowing about physical, mental and financial abuse of Aboriginal women.
 You can’t call yourself an Aboriginal leader if you haven’t faced these issues head on.

-- March 2016

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