History high school has failed us, my daughter agrees: “Sugar coated stories that just glorify the colonists, not telling the truth about the indigenous” She is getting to know the land discussed in this book, and I’m so pleased to share this book with my family. Meticulously researched, this book should be on high school/tertiary reading lists.
The real story of how Melbourne came to be, the murky stories behind this birth show many confronting issues. Central to this is William Buckley, a gentle giant, a convict charged for ‘handling stolen Irish cloth’. I felt a great affinity for the man, as the story is told over decades. The strong labouring man from Cheshire with the world at his feet.
He had arrived.
If his new friends weren't quite yet to his taste, the same can't be said for his new environment, which when he arrived was turning on its spring bounty. It was ruggedly beautiful yet perfectly and purposely nurtured, a landscape graced by countless generations who had moulded and cultured it into a home.
Beautiful!
Living alongside the Wadawurrung for over 30 years, after courageously fleeing his desire for freedom so great; almost to perish. Welcomed into the clan, regarded as a ghost and living harmoniously, a wonder to them all. This was never to be a forever story, as the colonists encroached settle lands they did not know, annihilating indigenous food sources that had been so perfectly aligned for generations before.
This story can’t be joyful, but there were moments of light with natural language creating enjoyable pockets. The posse and War was declared when one of their own was killed.. it represented a threat to themselves, the monied squattocracy. And this, referring to Buckley’s small wife, I loved.
When they walked out together, she couldn’t reach his arm, so he tied a handkerchief to his elbow, ensuring she would be attached.
Well used up by his white kinsman as the go between with the indigenous to trade land for goods, to maintain unattainable promises, and to provide guidance on a land never to be understood. Arthur, of course, had his ear to the ground and was advising Batman accordingly.
I love this!
To snuff out the waft of rebellion, some wild ideas were at the fore.
Out there, the convicts were told, you'd be taking your chances with man-eaters. It was one of the best pieces of propaganda the British - and, indeed, most Europeans - had ever invented, a fear so indelibly stamped into the convict psyche that it was rarely questioned.
Highlighting the mutual respect:
The nervous, quiet giant suddenly took command.. Gellibrand saw a new light come into Buckley’s eyes. He called out the names of places and greeted the land as the horses rushed past. Sometimes he was speaking in English, at other times the local tongue.
..once they saw the unmistakable white giant, started running towards him. The children made for him first, screaming at the top of their voices…
It was a collision of love. Buckley was picking up the children and throwing them gently on top of each other, wrestling with them in the grass, and singing to them in the grass, and singing to them in a language Gillibrand couldn’t understand. The lawyer stood transfixed, watching Buckley being smothered in adoration.
My aim here was to impress upon you William the man, and the brilliant way Adam Courtenay bought it together on the page for me. Thank you Adam, for my physical copy. A new author to add to my repertoire of knowledge.