So, it's Sorry Day here in Oz - which is kind of a lame name, I know. But I totally agree with the sentiment and I don't really get why politicians seemed to find it hard to say for so long.
People I know seem a bit peeved about the idea of personally having to say sorry for something they themselves never actually did - heck, in my case, my parents weren't even living in this country and I wasn't even born!
But I get it, and I agree with it, because, personally, this is more like us saying I'm sorry it happened at all, you know. Like you express condolences to someone who's lost a loved one, or who's been hurt somehow.
So, the country is saying sorry for The Stolen Generation, and the individuals are saying we're sorry you had to go through that.
And bloody right too. You know what, I live in a pretty low socio-economic area, I have seen the worst of every culture around me, Indigenous, European, Vietnamese, Samoan, Tonga, Italian, Greek, Sudanese, Eritrean. I've seen the best too, but I have seen some pretty sad and troubled people, and when it comes to the Indigenous families locally I have seen first hand what the brutal ripping apart of family and the abuse so many suffered at the hands of their 'rescuers' has cost them and their descendants.
I understand why the do-gooders in the fifties tried to take Indigenous kids away - I really do - Sadly I see kids at school I would love to take away from their parents all the time, (kids of every race, creed & colour.) And this was the fifties, where Whites reigned supreme and confidently and arrogantly thought that their ways were the ONLY ways, not just the best ways. They honestly thought, in their narrow minded British heads, that they were doing the right thing for these half-caste kids by taking them out of the bush and putting them in homes run by Christian priests (cos that always works out so well), or in some cases handing them over like slave labour to remote properties and never bothering to check on their welfare again.
Except that these kids grew up to be seriously fucked up, and to drink and chrome and take drugs and abuse their own kids. Gee, I wonder why.
Stealing these kids - that act was just so huge & colossally EVIL... we are still paying for it today in the complete and total destruction of Indigenous culture - and the effect that has on society as a whole, especially in a suburb like this.
Want some nightmares? Read the:
I read it when it first came out and it has haunted me ever since. Anyone who knows me will tell you I can take a lot - but not kids being hurt or neglected. So these personal reports, so stark and sad - just broke my heart.
So this is me, not the most racially sensitive soul on Earth - the first one to complain about the indigenous gangs hanging out at the bus stop drinking and fighting, or the African migrants who are just so damned rude, or my Samoan neighbours who live on welfare and have parties right outside my bedroom window at two o'clock in the morning. This is me, saying:
I'm Sorry.