Thursday, August 4, 2016

will the real australian please stand up?


The last 6 months in the Kimberley region of Australia have been a bittersweet enrichment. My child health clinics in very remote areas allowed access to bright and dark elements of Australia’s fabric. There is an incredibly rich and historic culture that spreads across the desert, freshwater and saltwater people. It is punctuated by spiritualism, identity and family. Stories of creation and great warriors soak the bold landscape. Long stretches of bushland have been described to me as a vast network of highways, having been travelled by foot for thousands of years.

How then, does a living 50 000 year old culture suddenly have to fight for sustenance? There is a broken spirit, despairing for a dismantled past and stolen future. Respect has been forcibly removed, and a path back has not been mapped.

Graduates of the Australian school system will be familiar with European settlement, the occasional rifle vs spear battle and the “close the gap” campaign. There are breaks of generally unknown gruesomeness in our recent history. Massacres of Aboriginal people are documented across Australia, with the number killed often just noted as “hundreds”. Most sites are now a residue of history, with evocative names like Skull Creek. I am unsure why we are taught more about Roman emperors than this difficult aspect of Australian history. It is shameful that the massacres occurred, and it is shameful that they are poorly acknowledged. The weight of history must not be underestimated. These issues have an ongoing direct impact on the lives of Australians, as I found out in conversation with local Aboriginal men on the verandah at Fitzroy Crossing.

Recent events have once again propelled Indigenous policy into the minds and media of general Australia. For those who have any connection with the affected areas, the issues are not revelations, they are reminders.

The vast majority of Australians are horrified when we hear about Indigenous suicide/sickness/insert latest media article. Media stories can drive a discussion which occurs in lunchbreaks around the country. Discussion leads to education and opinion, and I believe this is where our approach to Indigenous Australians needs to improve.

How do we provoke discussion? Indigenous issues jump into the mainstream if there is a human element to a story. An enthusiastic statistical discussion is not going to happen, but questioning the reason guards shackle an Indigenous child is more thought-provoking. Seeing the people behind the statistics creates an impetus to learn more. We need exposure to those affected to understand the actuality of “closing the gap”. Seek out indigenous journalism, find out the name and beliefs of your local mob, and start a discussion.

It is easy to look away from the intense glare of a horrible reality. We need to adjust our eyes and face the truth. With education, exposure and acknowledgement, we will be able to improve lives and appreciate the full richness of Indigenous culture.


Wednesday, March 23, 2016

aeromedical retrieval

The prospect of doing aeromedical retrievals across the Kimberley was another strong motivation to work here. My first retrieval did not disappoint. The pilot dodged plumes of stormclouds and shocks of lightning illuminated all corners of the cabin. Below us, rivers converged into huge deltas and canyons were filled in with jagged shadows. We covered a lot of land. The total distance was greater than a return flight between Sydney and Melbourne.



Leaving Broome. Cable Beach in the foreground.














Thursday, March 17, 2016

outreach trip 2: fitzroy crossing and bayulu community

The Fitzroy Valley has shifted seasons since I was last here. The daytime temperature has reduced from 43 degrees to a mild 35 degrees. Broad storm fronts have caused the Fitzroy River to swell and rise up the banks. Grasshopper plagues peppered the windscreen and filled up the gaps in the front grill of the car.

“Drive for 15 minutes up the highway, then turn right at the big hill

Once again, I was privileged to visit a small Aboriginal community. A group of four year olds led me to the clinic, then went back to their stick and rock games. There was a lot of laughter, possibly induced by my new broad-brimmed hat. It was a fantastic paediatric clinic. The cheeky kids and proud mums gave me the impression that Bayulu is thriving.






The Fitzroy River in full flow


The black kite probably met the same fate as its lunch.