Letters From Quotidia Episode 76 It’s Been Taken Away

Letters From Quotidia Episode 76 It’s Been Taken Away

Welcome to Letters From Quotidia – a podcast by Quentin Bega for lovers of music, poetry, and the Crack- that most Irish of nouns which may encompass, news, gossip, fun, entertainment, and enjoyable conversation. Quotidia is that space, that place, where ordinary people lead ordinary lives. But where, from time to time, they encounter the extraordinary. The first draft of Letter 76 was composed on January 26th, 2016 and, I regret to say, I have had little to add to it in the intervening years. So what did I have to say:

Entry 76: It’s Been Taken Away–  It’s Australia Day. I’ve been tasked with learning how to cook the perfect leg of lamb on the Weber by consulting the experts online, but I’m not going to do that just yet. Procrastination’s at work, yes, but there’s something else. My awareness of aboriginal Australia started almost as soon as I arrived here in Sydney. In September, 1972, I attended an orientation session organised by the NSW Department of Education in Bridge Street. There, one of the presenters recited a litany of Aboriginal place-names: probably a party piece, and, I suspect, plagiarised from the Geoff Mack lyrics to I’ve Been Everywhere

Among the mellifluous recitation were such exotic locations as Adelong Boggabilla Coolangatta Dandenong Ettalong Mooloolaba Murwillumbah Kirribilli Wollondilly Cabramatta, Goondiwindi Parramatta,  Unanderra Wangaratta, Mullumbimby Narrabeen, Kurrajong Narromine Mittagong Billabong and Wollongong. Not that I would be going to any of the places on the list, anytime soon- except for the last in the series, Wollongong, for the next day I found myself on a train to that South Coast city that was to be my home for the next six years. At Warrawong High School in 1973 there was one black face in my Year 8 class. A quiet and withdrawn boy, whose name eludes me now- but it was an anglicised name and not aboriginal.

I later realised that he was part of the stolen generations, but at the time I had no idea. A couple of years later the group I was playing in were part of a support concert for the victims of Pinochet in Chile. Memories of that event are vague, but two incidents stand out: First, I remember a heated exchange between some of the concert organisers and a belligerent aboriginal elder from Nowra who was indignant that we had the time and inclination to support victims of injustice in South America but remained blind to what was going on in Australia to the original Australians.  The truth stung, and my wife, who was working as a secretary in the Department of Community Services, reminded me of the endemic racism she witnessed regularly when matters pertaining to Aboriginal Australians were dealt with.

Second, there was a phoned bomb threat and I remarked to my wife as I bundled her into the car with the kids that it would be ironic to be blown up in Wollongong after surviving Belfast. Returning to Australia in 1988, little had changed, The Royal Commission into Black Deaths in Custody basically said, there are problems here, and lots of them. And, little by little, the truth is getting out. I read Henry Reynolds when I was teaching up near Townsville. He had established the Australian History department at the university there and was documenting the history of the frontier clashes between white settlers and indigenous tribes.

Paul Keating’s Redfern Speech was the catalyst for my getting off my arse and taking out Australian citizenship, which I did, somewhat belatedly, at the beginning of January 1995, with the rest of the family. He optimistically ended, We cannot imagine that the descendants of people whose genius and resilience maintained a culture here through fifty thousand years or more, through cataclysmic changes to the climate and environment, and who then survived two centuries of dispossession and abuse, will be denied their place in the modern Australian nation… I am confident that we will succeed in this decade. Dec 10 1992. Everything hunky-dory then?

Twenty four year later, Stan Grant gained viral reach just this week when the Ethics Centre re-broadcast his 2015 IQ2 off-the cuff speech, where, among other things, he said, starting with a reference to the shameful booing of Adam Goodes, aboriginal sportsman and, ironically, Australian of the Year in 2014, When we heard those boos, we heard a sound that was very familiar to us … we heard a howl of humiliation that echoes across two centuries of dispossession, injustice, suffering and survival. We heard the howl of the Australian dream, and it said to us again, you’re not welcome. Australians all let us rejoice for we are young and free. My people die young in this country We die 10 years younger than the average Australian, and we are far from free. We are fewer than 3 per cent of the Australian population and yet we are 25 per cent — a quarter of those Australians locked up in our prisons. And if you’re a juvenile it is worse, it is 50 per cent. An Indigenous child is more likely to be locked up in prison than they are to finish high school. 

I’ll finish with lines from one of aboriginal Australia’s greatest poets, Oodgeroo Noonuccal, whom I first knew as Kath Walker when I taught poetry to my Year 8 class as the face of that sad boy lives on in my memory, The best of every race/should here find welcome place;/ The colour of his face/ Is no man’s test of worth. Now, thirty years after that Royal Commission, in this year of Our Lord, 2021, to our ongoing shame as Australians, very little has changed: no treaty yet, not even close, but the bureaucrats continue debating whether to remove some of the hanging points still remaining in some of the cells across the state and territory jurisdictions of this land, thirty years after the Royal Commission recommended they be removed forthwith. I wrote this song back in 1996 shortly after I moved into the house that has become our home for the past quarter-century.[insert song]

Are any of you photographers? Which is not always the same question as, do any of you have a smart phone? If so, bring along your gear and we’ll have a look at some of the events and people and places that are worth memorialising by this wonderful art-form that came to its apogee in the twentieth century. And please… Listening, those at the back? No selfies!

Credits: All written text, song lyrics and music (including background music) written and composed by Quentin Bega unless otherwise specified in the credits section after individual posts. Illustrative excerpts from other texts identified clearly within each podcast. I donate to and use Wikipedia frequently as one of the saner sources of information on the web.

Technical Stuff: Microphone- (for the podcast spoken content) Audio Technica AT 2020 front-facing with pop filter)

Microphone (for many of the songs) Shure SM58

For recording and mixing down 64-bit N-Track Studio 9 Extended used

Music accompaniment and composition software– Band-in-a-Box and RealBand 2020 as well as- for some 20 of the songs of year 2000 vintage- I used a Blue Mountains, NSW, studioApproximately 48 Banter folk songs and instrumentals recorded live (“in the round”) with a ThinkPad laptop using the inbuilt mic.

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