Red Dust Entry Four: Kicking Up Dust
“This is how we do it,” Aunty Nandy would tell me, teaching me to make island scones or cook enough rice and yam for a horde of hungry dancers.
Red Dust Entry Three: Sticky Fingers
It’s amazing, the confidence of these children to physically communicate with absolute strangers.
Red Dust Entry Two- Bright Skin and Sky Eyes
In the communities, you will hear people refer to themselves as black or white skinned. It’s generally not meant in a derogatory way, but simply as a straight-to-the-point way of speaking, common to the region.
Red Dust Entry One: Wet Season
In Queensland, it seems the further north you go, the slower things become. The people run on what we call ‘island time’.
Time for more than recognition
Nasuven Enares calls on the Australian Government to offer Australian South Sea Islanders the same benefits as Indigenous Australians, minus land rights.
The beauty of bush foods
Do you eat lilly pillies off hedges in the street? Or sprinkle lemon myrtle in your cooking?
150 years – survival
Dennis Bobongie talks about his family history of kidnap and slavery and how his grandfather’s will to survive led to cultural illiteracy.
Reconciling a slavery past
Shennie Yasserie discovered her family’s slavery past when she found shackles in a cane shed.
Found but teetering and still enigmatic
After an absence as a confirmed living presence for at least 101 years, the Night Parrot has granted us a sighting.
Winking at land rights: the 1982 Brisbane Commonwealth Games
It was to be the last day of September 1982 when the XII Commonwealth Games, ‘The Friendly Games’, bounded into town in the pouch of a giant plastic marsupial and put Brisbane at last on the proverbial map.