{"id":28660,"date":"2015-06-13T16:34:05","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T06:34:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nofibs.com.au\/?p=28660"},"modified":"2019-04-23T20:22:02","modified_gmt":"2019-04-23T10:22:02","slug":"a-myall-in-my-shoes-burgewords-reports-on-the-frontierwars","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.nofibs.com.au\/a-myall-in-my-shoes-burgewords-reports-on-the-frontierwars\/","title":{"rendered":"A Myall in my shoes: @burgewords reports on the #FrontierWars"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Dancers

Dancers at the head of the Myall Creek Memorial track (Photo: Michael Burge).<\/p><\/div>\n

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Now, the dead are ready to have us remember them.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

IT has taken me a lifetime to get back to Myall Creek, a typical watercourse that traverses a remote country road like thousands of others in NSW\u2019s New England district.<\/p>\n

Here, between the towns of Delungra and Bingara, a corrugated iron hall by a long-disused pair of tennis courts has been a place of dances, Christmas parties, cricket meets and a century of community gatherings.<\/span><\/p>\n

As kids, me, my siblings and school friends played on iron swings that were already old by the time we clambered over them, while our parents enjoyed social tennis.<\/span><\/p>\n

On the sidelines between one of those matches, my mother parked herself next to me on the swing in her tennis whites and told me a story.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She gestured along the creek that snaked its way close to the shed, across a field dotted with pepper and willow trees, and whispered how, long ago, white settlers had driven Aboriginal people over the edge of the gully to their deaths.<\/span><\/p>\n

The injustice in her tone got my attention, but also her reticence to tell me publicly. In all the years since, I have wondered if she\u2019d been told about this crime, casually, over a lemon barley water on the other side of the court, when some long-term local updated this city girl on the region’s\u00a0history.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mum got essential details wrong at that first telling, but what she told me remains one of the most indelible events in Australia\u2019s Frontier Wars \u2013 the Myall Creek Massacre<\/a><\/strong><\/span>.<\/span><\/p>\n

Life took my family away from the New England region less than two years later. Over the decades, we drove across Myall Creek many times travelling to family events, never stopping.<\/span><\/p>\n

But the story of the massacre stayed with me, cropping up in school projects and writing efforts. Eventually, I did some research at Sydney\u2019s Mitchell Library, and read for myself the newspaper accounts of the Myall Creek Massacre trials, replete with the often quoted eye-popping racist responses from Sydney Morning Herald<\/i> readers incensed at the white perpetrators being bought to justice.<\/p>\n

The day I return with some of my family for the annual June Long Weekend Myall Creek Memorial, the paddocks around the hall are full of cars.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\"The<\/a>

Myall Creek tennis courts.<\/p><\/div>\n

I find my way back to the tennis courts, now covered by grass. The swings are still there. I spy the bridge over the creek, and the same gully my mother gestured to almost forty years ago.<\/span><\/p>\n

By the time the crowd has moved up to the memorial site itself, it\u2019s as though we cannot help but stand in racial groups. There is a hesitation about mingling. We don\u2019t know anyone else. They don\u2019t know us. We\u2019ve all returned to Kamilaroi country because we remember.<\/span><\/p>\n

Two Aboriginal men, helped by their kids, light a fire for a smoking ceremony. The sound of boomerangs being clapped together calls Aboriginal dancers into action. Smoke rises, wrapping around us, bringing us together.<\/span><\/p>\n

The air is heavy with a scent that wakes us into joining the respectful queue that forms at the head of the track leading into the memorial, and hands reach up to draw the white paint across our foreheads.<\/span><\/p>\n

Now, the dead are ready to have us remember them.<\/span><\/p>\n

The Myall Creek memorial is a short walk through scrubland typical of the region, with its basalt soils \u2013 chocolate-brown and ochre red \u2013 and the knee-deep sea of sandy coloured grass, lapping between stands of trees.<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s also granite country. Small boulders lie everywhere, like markers, and as we walk, school students, some of them Aboriginal, read the plaques set into the stones while we progress.<\/span><\/p>\n

Each tells part of the story of the killing of 28 unarmed Aboriginal women, children and old men in June, 1838. Most were felled by swords after being chained together, one chapter of the long conflict between European settlers and Aboriginal people.<\/span><\/p>\n

The track leads us to the massacre site, a massive boulder set on the edge of a high place overlooking the remnant of the old Myall Creek Station.<\/span><\/p>\n

In the distance, cattle feed and call. This was the land granted to squatter Henry Dangar, whose patch was eventually subdivided to create the nearby farm my parents worked in the late 1960s and 70s.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Professor<\/a>

Professor John Maynard addresses the gathering (Photo: Michael Burge).<\/p><\/div>\n

The familiarity of the farm noises comforts me, but when guest speaker Professor John Maynard speaks of the Aboriginal contribution to the wars Australia fought on foreign soil, his voice carries protest at the way Aboriginal history has been whitewashed. It\u2019s a much-needed jolt of reality.<\/span><\/p>\n

At the ceremony\u2019s end, the next generation is encouraged never to forget the crime. Watching white and Aboriginal kids led by their elders, I am struck by what it must be like to not know about the Myall Creek Massacre.<\/span><\/p>\n

Plenty of other massacres happened across Australia during the\u00a0Frontier Wars<\/a><\/strong><\/span> \u2013 in other places, many more Aboriginal people were killed than at Myall Creek, in a variety of ways, from poisoning to shooting. Myall Creek stands out only because it was the first crime after which the bulk of the European killers were brought to justice.<\/span><\/p>\n

Did the oral histories run deep amongst the white farmers because our ancestors were hanged for their crimes?<\/span><\/p>\n

When American\u00a0writer\u00a0Bill Bryson<\/a><\/strong><\/span> came in search of the massacre site in the late 1990s, he found nothing.<\/span><\/p>\n

By 2000, the place had been identified and marked. Occasional vandalism since has not dulled the growing spirit of reconciliation which will never be stymied by faceless racism. Now, a fundraising effort is behind a planned onsite education centre<\/a><\/strong><\/span>.<\/span><\/p>\n

During the\u00a0thoughtful walk back to the car,\u00a0cautious divisions start falling away. We walk as\u00a0one group. One people.<\/span><\/p>\n

On the way to visit our old farm, we pause at a high point along the road where another farmhouse became derelict long ago. Very soon, other cars arrive, bearing various descendants of the other families who farmed down the same lane. They were all at the massacre memorial too.<\/span><\/p>\n

Although we are all different ages, live across two states and our lives have followed varied pathways, one thing unites this group of relative strangers meeting on a tract of the Kamilaroi nation on this particular day \u2013 every one of us\u00a0has always known about the Myall Creek Massacre.<\/span><\/p>\n

This strong oral history has been handed down through generations and does not come with judgement, shame, or pity for white killers.<\/span><\/p>\n

It comes with an unforgettable knowledge of what injustice really means in this country, and the desire to pass that message on.<\/span><\/p>\n

Michael Burge is an Australian writer and journalist with an upcoming podcast and book about injustice\u00a0in Australia \u2013\u00a0Questionable Deeds<\/strong><\/a><\/span>.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a9 Michael Burge, all rights reserved.<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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