Getting ready to post pics of today’s Meanjin Invasion Day March, and I notice in this one that the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander flags were at half-mast. I didn’t see this at the time, only when I was editing the image. Continue reading “On the insider and the activist”
Today we marched as we have for the past two decades. It was easily one of the largest marches in decades – filling almost the full length of one side of the Victoria Bridge.
Continue reading “Invasion Day 2017”
Like millions of other Australians I watch the Four Corners episode and was disgusted. That night I wrote – Continue reading “Abuse, oppression and Royal Commissions”
I’ve been operating a business in some form or another since 1994. We started out delivering Goori (Indigenous) studies to schools. Then we created and sold books. Today we’re selling books, shirts, and services (websites, graphic design etc) and a bit of art work. All is good. We seem to manage to ride the peaks and troughs of small business. But over the twenty-odd years of being in trade, every year there’s some friggin peanut and their racist (and high and mighty) ideology who will expect you to justify your business.
Over the years I’ve had all kinds of comments about how my business, because it’s Aboriginal, should somehow be free.
- For a start, I’m not running a charity. If you want to endow me with a couple of billion, I’d be happy to run a charity for you. But you’re not, so keep walking dude.
- Where’s the money going? It’s going to put petrol in my car, pay my electricity bill, buy food for my family, pay my mortgage. Or maybe it’s going into a nice hairdo, or that cool jacket I really want to buy, or it’s going to a holiday. But really it’s none of your fucking business where I spend my money. I own the business (yes, I started and OWN this business with my sweat and dollars) and the only one who gets a claim on my revenue is the Tax Office.
- Apparently Aboriginal art should be made free to all and sundry because of it’s spiritual meaning. Yeah? Well that canvas just cost me $1000, so you can stick this spiritual piece of charcoal up to goona-hole.
Earlier this year I attended a Symposium at Carriageworks in Sydney. Ghassan Hage spoke at the event and presented a paper. As part of his presentation, he told a story about a man who was on a journey. The man was moving in the direction of a mountain in the distance. Continue reading “Revealing the Mountain, the Australian Imaginary”
Language is dynamic. We create new words for new ideas, objects, and contexts. Continue reading “Is it too late for a new language?”