My Aboriginal granny was a violinist. A clever, beautiful, talented and political woman. I met Gough Whitlam in her kitchen in Brisbane. But whatever the life circumstance, for Granny, my mother, myself and all Aboriginal people, the legacy is pain, hurt and the scars of our history. When a loved one dies, you grieve and get on with life, love, laughter, pleasure; but the sorrow continues to well up throughout life. The sorrow caused by our history is not forgotten; it will continue for generations. Were human, after all!!
Posted on: Wed, 03 Dec 2014 00:49:25 +0000