Racism is a disease in society. We’re all equal. I don’t care what their color is, or religion. Just as long as they’re human beings they’re my buddies.
As I walked out that door toward my freedom I knew that if I did not leave all the anger, hatred and bitterness behind, that I would still be in prison.
The land is my mother. Like a human mother, the land gives us protection, enjoyment and provides our needs – economic, social and religious. We have a human relationship with the land: Mother, daughter, son. When the land is taken from us or destroyed, we feel hurt because we belong to the land and we are part of it.
You will not be punished for your anger. You will be punished by your anger.
This earth, I never damage. I look after. Fire is nothing, just clean up. When you burn, new grass coming up. That means good animal soon, Might be goanna, possum, wallaby. Burn him off, new grass coming up, new life all over.
For the next few moments, just breathe… allowing yourself to be… just as you are
We cultivated our land, but in a way different from the white man. We endeavored to live with the land; they seemed to live off it. I was taught to preserve, never to destroy.
The only person you should try to be better than, is the person you were yesterday.
And now I’m trying to do the little things, to get me through the day. I don’t know who I can tell, or how to talk about the ways, I’m not okay. Is that okay to say?