This book packs punch after punch, brutal truth after truth. A confronting, challenging, uncomfortable read, as a White reader in these unceded lands.
This book is not written for me, or other White Australians, but for fellow Blackfellas. It's their truths, their fight, their power.
A very generous, revealing, real examination of what existing, fighting, being, working, competing and living is like in this country where Blackfellas were actively eliminated, continually silenced, not counted, passed over, through all means of oppression. A frank account of the act of being sovereign. It's power.
This is a must read, and not really for me to add words to. So, there is this passage:
"Hope has not helped us. It is killing us because for too long we've invested in the idea of waiting for it. I'm no longer waiting on, or celebrating, incremental forms of progress, so-called well-intentioned steps in the right direction, which always seem to fail. This failure, we are told, should be met with more hope, as though it is our fault for not having enough of it, as though one can wish oneself out of oppressive structures..."