I was always told I was a white girl
But knew deep down my own inheritance
An Australian Indigenous, said my parents
Constantly criticised on my appearance
Who are you to say I’m not aboriginal
Because the colour of my skin is white
And I myself don’t believe in who you call Christ
Educate your kids Australia
Get them to change their behaviour
Mother of land is who I believe in, regardless of my skin

Lily Turner

Sitting on the sand dunes, my eyes widen as a giant raft cuts through the waves. My heart was beating out of my chest because I had no idea what the humongous object sailing over the horizon was. I had so many thoughts rushing through my brain, they were like a rapid river. Out of the corner of my eye all I saw was my family racing out of the bush to see what the giant object was, they were all shocked. The raft got bigger and bigger as it got closer to the land. I saw the raft slow down and all I heard was the clunking of the raft and the creaking of the old rusty parts. The humongous raft was a beast lurking towards our land. They were like a colony of ants spewing out of the beast’s mouth. They all marched towards me and then there we were face to face.

Conner Alcorn

As I walk around the dusty path I can see my kids running around cheerfully while they play tag. I start to hear an engine and then I start to see a big brown wooden wagon starting to approach us. I throw a rock at the shadow of the wagon to see if it was only my imagination. Suddenly I hear a “Thump”. I then franticly call out to my kids then one of them run into my arms and scream “My sis is gone”. I then feel a weight on my back I turn around and it was my son Tim in the background. I hear a worried scream I start to tear up as I notice the scream is saying don’t take me from my mum. I start to glare at a tall white man in a black cotton and polyester suit with black shiny boots with white laces. I stand and I feel a grasp of my kids I fall to the ground in a puddle of tears and see the wagon drive away as I scream in tears “My kids are gone.“

Hannah Clancy

As I walk around the dusty path I can see my kids running around cheerfully while they play tag. I start to hear an engine and then I start to see a big brown wooden wagon starting to approach us. I throw a rock at the shadow of the wagon to see if it was only my imagination. Suddenly I hear a “Thump”. I then franticly call out to my kids then one of them run into my arms and scream “My sis is gone”. I then feel a weight on my back I turn around and it was my son Tim in the background. I hear a worried scream I start to tear up as I notice the scream is saying don’t take me from my mum. I start to glare at a tall white man in a black cotton and polyester suit with black shiny boots with white laces. I stand and I feel a grasp of my kids I fall to the ground in a puddle of tears and see the wagon drive away as I scream in tears “My kids are gone.“

Hannah Clancy

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Stolen Child
My child has been stolen
I feel empty
It happened when the sky was golden
There was pain a plenty
I tried to save him
But my world concaved in
I thought to myself
“Is this real?”
I can’t believe my child has been stolen
I have to get him back
I am nothing without him
As I search the city for days
And nights
We found nothing
No traces
Nothing!
As I fell to the ground
Balling my eyes out
I will never see my son ever
Again

Mason Oborn

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The Arrival of the First Fleet

One day my two brothers and I were sitting at the beach, playing in the cold, wet sand. Then a big raft came, cutting through the small tough waves. When the big raft reached the shore heaps of people like us, but white, came piling out. They held mysterious sticks on their waists. I closed my eyes and turned around as they walked towards me. I heard them walk right past me, but then one of them came up to me up to me and asked something, but I didn’t understand. So he walked off with the rest of them. They came back with stick and with a bit of colourful cloth on it. They dug it into the ground and stood there and looked at it. The next day I was sleeping and I woke up to a big bang! I walked outside to see the people using their mysterious sticks, fire came out and a small rock came out and hit my Dad in the chest. I ran back inside in shock and told my two brothers. We held onto each other as we waited for what would happen next…

Madaline Dunker

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The Arrival of the First Fleet

One day my two brothers and I were sitting at the beach, playing in the cold, wet sand. Then a big raft came, cutting through the small tough waves. When the big raft reached the shore heaps of people like us, but white, came piling out. They held mysterious sticks on their waists. I closed my eyes and turned around as they walked towards me. I heard them walk right past me, but then one of them came up to me up to me and asked something, but I didn’t understand. So he walked off with the rest of them. They came back with stick and with a bit of colourful cloth on it. They dug it into the ground and stood there and looked at it. The next day I was sleeping and I woke up to a big bang! I walked outside to see the people using their mysterious sticks, fire came out and a small rock came out and hit my Dad in the chest. I ran back inside in shock and told my two brothers. We held onto each other as we waited for what would happen next…

Madaline Dunker

The Stolen Generation

As the humongous wooden beast pulls up on shore as the sky shades grey. The white ghost come out and tell us to move to another location. They stole all our young ones, tucker and nature. They built tall structures that you could see from very far away. A few weeks later there was no land left for us at all. We lost everything we once had. Most of us were used as slaves for the rich white ghost. We felt used, this destroyed us as aboriginals.

This is what we call the stolen generation.

Mitchell Patterson

C0NTACT
OPPRESSION
LONELY
OBSERVE
NATURE
INDIGINOUS
SIGNIFICANT
AUSTRALIANS
TEXTS
INVADE
OCEANS
NATIVE

BRIDIE PIERCE

C0NTACT
OPPRESSION
LONELY
OBSERVE
NATURE
INDIGINOUS
SIGNIFICANT
AUSTRALIANS
TEXTS
INVADE
OCEANS
NATIVE

BRIDIE PIERCE

Our leader said “ Go fishing at the beach” so I said “Yes” so I went to the beach but then I saw a huge scary raft had came out of the mist. These things looked like us but they had fully smooth fur clothes, they were white and they had huge sticks. So I ran away back to my tribe, went to the chief and said “There…. There are huge and scary rafts with weird looking people they had big sticks and fully clothed smooth fur on them!” Then the chief said ”If they bring harm then kill them but if not then stay away” I walked to the tribe I even saw the massive raft with a smaller raft. I went down there then it opens so it looked like the water hole when it is summer filled with animals.  

Nathan Pont

In 1788 captain cook and the first fleet landed on the coast of what we now know as Botany Bay, Sydney. This frightful day that completely changed the lives of so many indigenous and Europeans people forever. The 26th of January 1788 Captain Cook and the first fleet landed on the shore of terra nullius, now known as Australia and claimed it as British land, and also the day the Indigenous lost their freedom, culture, rights, land and many lost their families and children. For this reason in the past years “Australia Day” has stirred up a lot of concern. All the aboriginals lost their rights to their land and not even 1 percent have gained back the rights of their land in New South Wales according to a study in February 2019. It wasn’t until 1967 when 90% of Australians voted in favour of the Indigenous Australians' rights. But still to this days some aboriginals still have to fight for their rights against the racism from many Australians and politicians. In the past many Indigenous have been denied jobs and education and still to this day a lot of aboriginals and Indigenous Australians can’t afford an education and don’t go to school, according to statistics only 10% of aboriginals graduate year 12. This could also be because of the high amounts of racism that some students and on the rare occasion teachers, show towards them. And more often than not it can cause people to kill themselves, most likely because of racism and bullying for being aboriginal.

Samantha Aspinall