For me, Invasion Day is a chance for reflection. Is Australia as a nation all it should be?


This invasion day I am as far from Australia as I can without leaving the country.

I’m on my land. Wiradjuri country. Ngurrambang, in our language. Here I can stand in the place of my ancestors. With my Miyagan, my family.

I can greet my father by saying good morning marang ngarin.

Here we kept ourselves alive. We have fought wars. We are locked up and separated. We are excluded.

But we’re here. Every morning I wake up early and walk down to the river, past the trees and the watchful eyes of the kangaroos, and sit on the bank to feel this land around me.

I know I’m home.

It’s always important. Especially this year.

The Voice referendum already feels not just like a vote on whether we are heard in the Australian Constitution, but a vote on us as a people.

Space to play or pause, M to mute, left and right arrows to search, up and down arrows for volume.

Debate continues to grow over the details of the Indigenous vote to parliament

It’s hard to get through this debate.

It feels alienating.

Some people write about us as if we weren’t there. They speak about us or about us.

Tell us what’s good for us.

Politics is inevitable. But politics has a way of belittling us.

The Voice is definitely calling us to a higher bill.

The foundation of who we are

For me this is a spiritual question. A matter of the soul of this nation.

As an Aboriginal and person of God, I know that politics alone cannot save us.

These are not esoteric questions. They go to the foundation of this nation.

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