Years ago I saw the excellent movie Rabbit-Proof Fence, and GR friend Brendon reminded me that it was based on this remarkable book.
Doris Pilkington wrote this memoir after hearing the stories of her mother, Molly, and her aunts, Gracie and Daisy. Pilkington begins the book by sharing some history of the Aboriginal people in Australia, and over the generations we see how the British colonialists stole their land, killed them, starved them, and forced the natives to move into government-approved zones. (Similar to how the American settlers forced the Indians to march along the Trail of Tears to their relocation area in Oklahoma.)* The history was well-explained, and it gave context to the plight of the half-caste children, those who had British fathers and Aboriginal mothers.
"The common belief at the time was that part-Aboriginal children were more intelligent than their darker relations and should be isolated and trained to be domestic servants and labourers. Policies were introduced by the government in an effort to improve the welfare and educational needs of these children. Molly, Gracie and Daisy were completely unaware that they were to be included in the schemes designed for children who were fathered by white men. Their mothers were accused of being promiscuous. A few critics were honest, however, when they said many white men satisfied their lustful desires with the native women until they were able to return to white society."
In 1931, when Molly was about 14, she and her younger sisters were rounded up and taken to a Native Settlement in Western Australia, which was more than 1,000 miles away from their home in the desert. The description of when Molly was taken away was gut-wrenching. Her mother and relatives wailed and moaned, and Molly also wept. The settlement, which was basically an internment camp, was operated by the government as a way to educate the mixed race Aboriginal children. So the half-caste children were taken away from their native families and forced to assimilate to English ways, all for the privilege of someday doing menial labor.
"Instead of a residential school, the Aboriginal children were placed in an overcrowded dormitory. The inmates, not students, slept on cyclone beds with government-issue blankets. There were no sheets or pillow slips except on special occasions when there was an inspection by prominent officials. Then they were removed as soon as the visitors left the settlement and stored away until the next visit. On the windows there were no colourful curtains, just wire screens and iron bars. It looked more like a concentration camp than a residential school for Aboriginal children."
Molly, who was both smart and brave, figured out a way to escape and return home: she and her sisters would follow the rabbit-proof fence, which were coast-to-coast barriers the government built in the early 1900s to try and control the rabbit population. Molly and her sisters walked more than 1,000 miles, barefoot and with little food, and made it home to their families. Molly was a good leader and knew the land well; she was skilled at making camp, at hunting for food and at covering their tracks. The sections on the girls' escape and journey were gripping, and even though I knew the ending because I had seen the film, I was completely engrossed.
"Now the question is, how does anyone keep traveling in a northerly direction on a dismal, grey day without a map or compass? It would be difficult for an adult without the most thorough knowledge of bushcraft not to become disoriented and lost in a strange part of the country where the landscape is filled with thick undergrowth and without the sun to guide the way. Well, Molly, this 14-year-old girl, had no fear because the wilderness was her kin. It always provided shelter, food and sustenance. She had learned and developed bushcraft skills and survival techniques from an expert, her step-father, a former nomad from the desert."
During their trek, Molly and her sisters were given food by other natives they met and even by some white farmers, although several of those folks also telephoned their location to the government official who was trying to recover the girls. But the sisters managed to stay ahead of the officers and made it home safely.
Pilkington includes an epilogue that tells what happened to the sisters (they had long lives and big families) and a helpful glossary of Mardujara words, which was the language Molly and her sisters spoke. I would highly recommend this book to anyone who wants to learn more about the history of Australia, Aboriginal culture, or if you just like a good story about a prison escape and a walkabout.
*Short rant about friggin colonialists: Look, I am a reader and a sociologist and I know it's the way of the world, Might Makes Right, You Can't Stop Progress, blah blah blah, but it is SO DEPRESSING to read about all the times that indigenous people and cultures have been crushed by invaders who wanted the land and/or slaves. As a German-American, I am sensitive to how the Native Americans were massacred by the early European settlers. Just as the British are probably touchy about how their ancestors colonized every other continent. "Rabbit-Proof Fence" reminded me of the heartbreaking book "Things Fall Apart" by Chinua Achebe, which was about how the villages in Nigeria were destroyed by British colonialists and Christian missionaries. And if you want to get really depressed, check out Dee Brown's "Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee," about all of the injustices committed against the Native Americans. Yes, all of this history is soul-crushing. But it's also important. In the sociology class I teach, I have an in-depth lecture on racism throughout world history, and I'm often amazed at the number of college freshmen who didn't know that racism wasn't just an American problem -- it's a global problem. It's a human problem. I read these books to bear witness.