Showing posts with label Gold. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gold. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Yolngu man describes the Australian apartheid.

Yingiya is a Yolngu man from North East Arnhem Land. His family is based in Millinginbi and Gapuwiyak.

His statement Reads:

My name is Yingiya Guyula from Liya-dhalinymirr clan of the Djambarrpuyŋu People.

I am a Yolngu Studies lecturer at University in Darwin

The intervention has only created problems in East Arnhemland communities as well remote homeland centres. The Intervention has made our people more frustrated and confused, the white man's way of thinking is forced on us, and forcing us to abandon our culture.

Government Ministers have flown into Arnhemland communities just for few hours on the ground to gather a little bit of information, then they fly back into cities thinking they know how to fix the problems in the communities, thinking they know what's best for us.

Governments only looked at the fringe camps and towns and wet areas where people drink alcohol in places such as Nhulunbuy, Katharine, Tenant creek, Jabiru Alice Spring and Darwin.

White people see Aboriginal people in these places and think that these people that don't care about life, who don't care about living. But who are they to judge them. They class all Aborigines the same, but they are wrong.

These white people and those bureaucrats do not go out to the East Arnhemland communities, where my people live, where there has never been alcohol, and these is no child abuse. There are Aboriginal people living on remote communities of Arnhemland, in homeland centres, away from towns, away from the binge drinking areas, poker machine and gambling venues.

These are people that are able to manage their funds and work, or want work, educate, discipline, and practice ceremonies.

Quarantining of centrelink payments should be optional and not compulsory. Quarantining might be ok for people living in town camps and cities, where alcohol and gambling is a problem, but it doesn't work for my people living on remote Arnhemland homelands where there is no gambling, no alcohol and no child abuse.

We are asking simply for understanding that in life, their needs to be an understanding between two cultures. There needs to be respect between cultures.

Mapuru homeland has a Coop store which won a National award for selling healthy food. Centrelink won't approve it to accept quarantined money.

This means an aircraft charter fight from the mainland homeland at Mapuru to the closest shop on Elcho Island costs 560 dollars return. This means it's costing $560 return flight just to buy 150 dollars worth of food, where's the sense in that?

Arnhemland is like the European Union, made up of many different nations, each clan-nation with their own language, each with it own national estate. Bringing everybody in from the homeland centres into the major settlements is not the right thing to do because people do not feel secure or happy living in another mans land. Children are forced to go to school, but really they do not feel safe and unsecure on other peoples' land.

There are about 40 children who willingly run to school every day at Mapuru homeland because it's their home and they feel secure. Yet the N.T. Government wants to close down the homeland schools and bring everyone in to the major communities.

They think it's not worth spending money on homeland schools who have 40 or more children freely, and with their own will attending school, but is providing internet services, facilities and technology to white schools with attendances as low as 5. The Education department provides computers and internet and distance learning for hundreds of cattle station and small schools, across the Northern Territory, but homeland schools are neglected.

Further more I would like say that these homelands are our homes. There is no violence in the remote homeland communities, no child abuse happens, no alcohol, no pornography, because out there in the bush is where the cultural ceremonial grounds are, and from it is where strong discipline comes through spirits of our fathers talking through the land.

Both the Commonwealth and the Northern Territory Governments hasn't given equal opportunity to us the First Australians to be able to exercise our rights.

Through the intervention white man police stations have been put in the major communities for dealing mostly with cultural conflict issues (problems that can only be solved through traditional cultural justice), but instead the white policeman force white man law onto us, disrespecting our black fella law. They think they've done the right think. But often they're only making it much worst by locking up senior leaders, the very ones who are wise and keeping our Indigenous Law strong.

This time we are taking the case further where it can be heard loud and clear by people whose ears, brains, feelings have a heart for Indigenous Australians. It is now being taken further where there is an ear that will listen.

We are taking it further, to the United Nations and will talk about the intervention, about how income management in the Northern Territory has had a devastating and debilitating impact on remote communities in Arnhemland.

Finally, we need you to support us. We need you to tell governments that we want the same opportunities as white people, to live and enjoy our own cultural life, but they must stop trying to make us like whiteman, we have our own cultural identity. Let us be who we are, and together we will have hope for the future.

Thank you

Friday, September 26, 2008

SORRY FOR BORING YOU


Due to my short attention span, and intolerance for weasels; I have two questions?
1) Did he apologise for the genocide, because as I understand - removing members of the group is genocide under the UN convention on the prevention of Genocide?
2) What did the stolen Generation get in real terms (Apart from one week off their dole obligations to find their families; with no support from the Gov, I might add.)
3) Whats with the red Tie?

2=3

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Im not Black, but I am still Buetiful.

That's right,
I is white-ish.

The percentage of Indigenous blood flowing in my veins is ###://(irrelevant)%.

The colour of my blood is red.

Indigenous people are the first people, they saw the first sun rise and the first sun set.
The blood of the first people flows through my veins and feeds my mind, soul and body.
Yours too, except of-course if your a lizard, a dog or a machines.

The colour of my blood is red.




Sunday, September 30, 2007

Lets clear up the air...

In case you haven’t heard, genocide is occurring in Australia.

Oh, I’m sorry did I say that word again. “GENOCIDE”
Yes; that’s right genocide, a small word with big implications.

Typical Australian:
“Its not my fault that my Government is committing a hideous crime.” // Yes it is.
“I’m doing the best I can to effect change.” // Change for who?

Perhaps one of the greatest obstacles to ending genocide is the illusion that the mainstream community needs to be mobilized to effect change, and gradually with incremental steps we will reach a just Utopia. We must provide answers and alternatives for people to embrace.
:// Ahemm…Bullshit!

There is only one answer and alternative to genocide and that’s no genocide.

Pandering to a racist media in the hope that a racist population will put pressure on a racist government is about as effective drinking your own urine to survive drought.

There is an invasion going on in this country where Indigenous communities are being forced to sign over mining and land rights to a fascist government under the duress of genocide.

Genocide effects everyone, there can't be true peace without freedom, there cant be freedom without justice and justice can never thrive under genocide.
Quite simply you are fighting to end genocide or you are committing it.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

FIRES BURN DURING APEC SUMMIT 2007.

The APEC summits of 2007 heralded nothing new to the Indigenous population of Australia. Millions of dollars stolen from Aboriginal Land resources, and spent on fanfare (igniting a 300% spike in income for Sydney's Sex industry) so war criminals can sure up the theft of uranium from Sacred land and no recognition of Traditional Sovereignty.

Although largely unnoticed during APEC, the voice of Aboriginal Australian resistance was sung out across country by indigenous and non-indigenous activists. A Tent embassy was set up in Victoria park at Sydney University, in Melbourne peace fires were lit out side prominent Government buildings, in South Australia the walk for peace marched on, in the out back the struggle to keep Uranium driven Army and Police Troops off Aboriginal land continues, on the Burrup peninsula activists attempt to save ancient rock art from corporate hands, in Tasmania and Victoria blockades were entrenched to protect ancient rain forests from tumbling, throughout the country health workers tire trying to keep up with the increasing disparity in life expectancy between Indigenous and non Indigenous people and so on and so on.

APEC went home when the last champagne was drunk, while the business of the Australian Government to prolong 237 years of Genocide went on as usual.

We have survived.

HAPPY 47 BIRTHDAY BART

All this Genocide and no water to wash it down with.

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Your Black History

Just ask Grandpa.





Protect your self from the Background Humm


Watch this 12 times.
And if your still racist, just shoot yourself.


Your TV is trying to tell you something.

Derrr.
Did you notice that everything on TV is trying to bore you to death,
or are you so hooked on the monotony.
TV is.
Fucking racist.




Sunday, September 2, 2007

lalala...lala..lala...la

The value of LOVE



It’s the whiteness in you..
It’s the whiteness that’s true…
It smells like poo..
Lalala lala.
What can I do…..
Its so blue…
La.. la.. la……….

It lays in your bed…
And plays… in your.. head.
Your better off Wed…
Lalala lala.
The cakes all Red..........

Distracted by the sheen.
Dictated by the Gene.
Berated bye the machine.
Friend from Teen.
Lalala.l lala. Lalalalalalala.