this is just some writing i am dumping here for open learning as I start to figure out angles for the podcast. feel free to chip in but note none of this is tightly held, is probably error prone and likely to change and morph
Unpack the synchronisties which lead to being in the car at that particular moment
- little ill after first week of kindy
- happen to have rented a car over that period
- happen to have moved back to narrm / melbourne months earlier than anticipated
- happen to have been here for NAIDOC week
- happen to be in a car
- happen to be listening to the radio
- happen to be there on the day that this radio programme is on
- happen to be on for the 20 mins that Laniyuk is speaking
Laniyuk helped me break a Wrong Assumption
Laniyuk is a Larrakia, Kungarrakan and Gurindji poet, living in #melbourne / #naarm . She was recently awarded with the First Nations Writer’s Residency in the 2017 Noted Festival, and Overlands' Writers’ Residency in 2018. She is a contributor to the book, Colouring the Rainbow: Blak Queer and Trans Perspectives.
In the spirit of the theme of #NAIDOC Week, "Because of her, We can", she talks about the strong and important women in her life, and the power of the arts in healing and imagining better futures.
http://www.3cr.org.au/spoken-word/episode-201807120900/spoken-word-laniyuk
Prelude
In truenames are unintuitive I am riffing on the the idea that the notion of something precious which is difficult/impossible to recover once lost and that that something is also a doorway through to other capacities and capabilities is an unintuitive one. A piece of poetry yesterday completely ruptured my frame of thinking about this and I am trying to piece back the shards to see if this is actually true.
We are used to recoverability. Bank cards, identity documents, passwords. Mummy, daddy, state-bureaucrat, mrs. banker - here are the forms and hop skip jump can you wing a replacement through these hoops for me, thank you sir, yes masssir. pop goes the letter box, yay the replacement, oh what's this - oh an overdraft bill, bummer.
The nearest that we have are material belongings. We lose those coins in our purses and they are gone to the back of couches of eternity or the drains of time. But even this doesn't really work - perhaps individually - but the central bank, the central reserve, the mint can always print more on demand. Banks continue to be able to make errant entries into spreadsheets unthethered. No real loss there at a systemic level.
Perhaps there are some analogies to be drawn from places such as secret societies such as the masonic lodge. You have a ring, a handshake and a password. What if you were beaten, the ring taken and you lose some of your memories and forget the handshakes and the passwords. I wonder if this scenario is covered in the masonic handbook... I am guessing that there would be a social net of recovery. Peers would vouch for this person perhaps. So this analogy doesn't seem to work.
Remember your Name
https://hooktube.com/watch?v=7g4QGhMzkQ4
Remember your Name
Remember your Skin
Remember your Tribal Land
Sweet Child of mine
cos your going awaydont know why it has to be this way
we tried our best to hide
sweet child of mine
tried to hide you away
dont know where you're going to
dont know what your going to have to do
don't know if you'll live or die
but before you goRemember your Name
Remember your Skin
Remember your Tribal Land
Sweet Child of mine
cos your going away
song
Skin Names and the attempted erasure of violent colonisation
As I mentioned at the head of this meander I found myself listening to Laniyuk through a series of intricate synchronisties.
In the show she shares a poem/story about her Grand Mother's Mother being taken away by the state and before she was taken, her mother made sure that she knew her skin name, she would have been taken when she was around three or younger. But she must have sat there and repeated over and over to remember your name, remember your name, remember your name - this is your name, this is your skin name, this is your skin name. Years later when she grew up she was able to return to that space with only her skin name she was able to track down her family and find her family. Auntie June wrote that song, to honor that story. Important story to honor as it was due to those efforts that the family line was able to stay within their culture.
having her daughter stolen from her by the State. All she is able to impart to her daughter is her Skin Name. She repeats it over and over and over. The daughter is taken away, to grow up in adoption or care
As part of the NAIDOC week programming, the spoken word
Listening to Skin Names there in something there in the erasures.
We speak of tales of fables of old - these are of of the old oral architectures and not of the erasures of the white frameworks. White is not an ethnicity but a power structure which some have access to and others not to.
links:
cc: #truename #skin-name