Bluff Rock: Autobiography of a Massacre
Fremantle Arts Centre Press, 2005 - 268 Seiten
The past is a problem for us. We know certain events happened, sometimes exactly when and yet our sometimes longing for certainty cannot be satisfied . . . We tell stories about where we come from and so who we are. We change these stories sometimes minutely, sometimes radically depending upon our audiences and our task.
Bluff Rockis organised around the key question- how do we know the past? Using historical material (letters, memoirs), a tourist brochure, and local histories, it focuses on the ways that the massacre(s) of Aborigines at Bluff Rock, in New England during the 1840s has been recorded and remembered.
It is the author's ability to lay herself on the line that makes this a courageous and even controversial text. Schlunke, who grew up in New England area, takes this one story from early colonial Australia and looks at the many ways it is organised as a memory of Indigenous/non-Indigenous relations.
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I remember that my mother told me nothing about Aboriginal people. ... I
remember my mother's cooking, the smells of cake, the smells of dinner, but I can'
t really remember my mother's smell, although I remember being hugged and
held in her ...
Her mother was, in the vernacular of genocide, a 'hidden child',- that is, she
survived by being hidden in a forest. As a part of this story my friend visited her
mother's village (then part of Poland) and the death camp that had been set up
She was the mother of Charly , a small boy ( noted for his ' familiar and friendly
way ' ) whom Davy had tried to save — but ' he would go along with mammy ' . 56
Charly was killed , but his mother , according to other evidence , 57 was picked ...
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IT HAPPENED ALONG THE HIGHWAY
WRITING AND READING THE LOCAL
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