One of my first jobs when I arrived in Australia was
volunteering for a local organisation that was running an activity club for
Armadale’s disadvantaged “at-risk” youth.
The night itself was mayhem. I was there solely as a youth
work volunteer, keeping myself occupied until formal employment came along.
Helmed by a team of well intentioned but inexperienced staff, the program
consisted of a couple of activities that the young people, largely Aboriginal,
could take part in; art, bike building, dodgeball, video games etc. The venue,
an old disused post office was working against us from the start being as it
was too small and inadequate to house twenty five Red Bull fuelled teenagers.
Art was the first port of call where the leader of the
session set out a focus for the group to paint how drugs affect their lives.
Cue twenty five beautifully rendered, hand drawn pictures of bongs of varying
shapes, sizes and colours. Imagine an Andy Warhol tribute, but with less
Marilyn Monroe.
On to the dodge-ball then. This was played outside on the
pavement beside a road and featured routine dashes across traffic like a human
version of Frogger, as the ball ricocheted off the post office. As a
facilitator of youth activities for the last ten years, it went against all
fundamental health and safety practices on a basic level. As a first time
outsider to this particular set-up, I hoped it would be called to a halt by the
session leader without the inconvenient death of a participant. Part of me just
figured they surely knew what they were doing here and that I should stop
worrying. Both these activities were strung together by the most torrid,
disrespectful, human rights violating abuse by the young people I think i’ve
ever seen. They just didn’t give a shit what they were saying or who they were
saying it to. From the 6pm start through to the midnight finish it was a
hurricane of screaming, fighting, swearing, vandalism, stealing, spitting,
threatening and general dismissing of fundamental decency towards staff, the very
people who were trying to help them.
As part of the service, the young people
were given a bus ride home. This went as well as you could guess if you put any
fifteen angry, confused and violent creatures in a steel capsule and hurtled it
around at fifty miles an hour. Often we would arrive at houses where there were
no parents or there were parents but they were in the midst of a spirited bout
of domestic violence. We would bring the kids back to the centre, wait a while
and return them when things had quietened down/someone had passed out. In one
instance of dropping the kids off with a parent or guardian, they opened the
door in front of me and revealed a house that had all the hallmarks of a poorly
maintained crack den.
All of this may not surprise anyone who works in these
communities in Australia. It might not even seem extreme and I've certainly
seen and experienced worse over the last three years. The shock came from my
naivety (I was essentially straight off the boat) and the fact my perceptions
of Australia were vastly different as a person originating from the other side
of the world. We are fed an image of this country that has ingrained itself in
popular culture. Barbecues, Beaches, surfing, sunshine and a nationwide
laid-back attitude to life that permeated every citizen. To my eternal shame, my entire understanding
of Aboriginal People before I arrived was based on the cameo in Crocodile Dundee. I can’t
remember a single black guy ever gracing the screen in an episode of Neighbours
or Home and Away. You hear very little to nothing of Aboriginal Australians if
you’re living outside of Australia.
On a vast scale, the majority of Indigenous people are treated
as second class. A nuisance. The sigh inducing weight to bear on white
shoulders. I talked to as many people as a I could and attended several
“Cultural Awareness” courses that went through history, recent history, about
what took place here. I joined a room of middle class white people who were
asked what percentage of Aboriginal history they were aware of. We went round
the room and not one of them said more than 1%. Bear in mind these people (who
were between 18 and 60) had lived in this country all their lives.
This amazed me. The fault, I discovered, was because
Aboriginal history isn’t taught in schools. Generally, all children are taught
Captain Cook discovered Australia and they wonder why young Indigenous people
get disillusioned with state education.
There is a reason substantial history isn’t taught. It’s
because to educate on even one aspect is to open up a can of worms that may
have potentially devastating consequences for the government. Colonial
frontiers featured regular massacres of European settlers killing thousands
upon thousands of Indigenous Australians. An entire generation of children were
stolen from families (under official government instruction) and rehoused in
white communities with the direct intention of ‘breeding out’ the Aboriginal
element over time. This was conceived in 1937 at a Commonwealth State-Native
Welfare Conference where they question was posed as what to do about the
‘Aboriginal Problem’. Discussion revolved around the ‘absorption’ by the people
of the commonwealth, with the idea among non-indigenous people that there was
no value in Indigenous culture. The children removed from their parents were
placed in institutions or foster families where they received a lower standard
of education or none at all. In addition, they were told to forget their
language and heritage. First hand stories, aside from the obvious trauma of
loss and separation include neglect, isolation, deplorable living conditions,
abuse and molestation. I’ve met Aboriginal people who went to primary school
and were not even looked at as human, with the government classing them as
Flora and Fauna.
The result of these policies is seen today with vastly
reduced Aboriginal numbers, huge levels of disadvantage, drug use, obesity,
alcoholism, broken families, domestic violence, early pregnancies and despite
being 3% of the population, they make up 30% of Australia’s prisoners. So many
of the young people I've worked with through my own youth program have no issue
with spending time in jail. In fact, they expect it. Its part of growing up.
With the complete lack of mandatory education on this subject, you can’t help notice the attitude of many White Australians when the
topic is brought up. I cannot tell you the amount of times I’ve heard, “They
should just get over it”.
Something else I've noticed is the number of bumper stickers
that express interesting opinions on immigration. Considering the vast majority
of the country is made up of people who have roots from all over the world, a
common banner emblazoned to the back of pick-up trucks or Utes is, “Fit In or
Fuck Off”.
Sage advice, 150 years too late.