Plus lots of paternalism I saw. Spent the morning in an aborigine town in the bush and guess who was running the police, the bakery, the store, etc.? Not aborigines. At least in Normanton I bought ice at a store that looked like it was run by an aborigine family. And in Burketown I met a woman who lived there all her life who seemed quite close to some Aborigine friends...but who knows... at one of the roadhouses, the owners were very polite and courteous to the Aborigines who come to fill their cars up with cases of beer (no doubt obliging for $$$), and at the same time complaining once they left how lazy and stoopid and drunk they are, etc. It was pretty surreal.
There are some very big problems involved in the whole thing. There are lots of causes, and probably lots of solutions. But they aren't easy ones. The easy ones have all been tried. "Just sit in Canberra and throw money" has been tried for at least my lifetime. When you just give people money, when they've got no opportunities to spend it in order to make a difference and there're no jobs to help foster some independence and self-esteem and self-reliance, then sitting around drinking beer all day is probably as good a thing to do as any. Sad to say, it's not unique to here. Ottawa throws huge sums of money at Canadian Aboriginal communities, with pretty similar results, or so I understand. One thing I do know, solutions aimed at easing "the White Man's Guilt" aren't working.
It's strange, but yesterday afternoon, when I left this board and had a chance to calm down, I took my youngest to his Grandma's to work in her yard for some pocket money. Mum showed me photos of my nephew and his new baby. Then she showed me a picture that came with a plea for donations towards "indigenous health", a picture of some aboriginal kids all sitting on a log, all smiles. And said something about "aren't they beautiful?" I was wondering if it was a set up; if she'd been reading this thread and was taking the mick - it just seemed very strange, what with the timing. There was a bit of banter and I ended up saying that the only Aborigines I ever knew or hung out with wore suits and ties and were my co-workers in Sydney office blocks.
So what's a real Aborigine? The tourist authority version that the documentary programmes always show, painted up in ceremonial paint, or taking people around the scrub sampling bush tucker? The one's you've seen buying beer and the ones both my barber (hostile to Aborigines) and my mother(sympathetic towards Aborigines) have observed, lying out in the scrub somewhere in Northern Australia, passed out and surrounded by empty beer cans? The ones I know who have jobs in offices in Sydney?
I wish I had some answers. I find that the more I study and look at these issues, I end up with just more questions.