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Dear Diary,
MY life as an aboriginal girl is a tough and excruciating one.There were many times where i felt that i had to sacrifice so much only to receive the basic human rights that we all deserve.I always felt the need to be something more and to break free from this which all us aborigines were subjected to.The life i had led had no time for indecisiveness and no time to judge others opinions.One of the many things i,along with my sister and cousin,were subjected to was that we were sent to Moore River,where the people there had conformed us into a life of uniformed and a tightly controlled community of aboriginal children.The three of us were harshly snatched and forced away from our family in Jigalong by an uncouth man in the force of which was against us.The extremity of it all struck me only upon our arrival at Moore River,where,while we didnt suffer to the extreme,we were placed in an unrecognizable space and we had no choice but to accept the conformity.I was having none of it. I felt that i could not go on without my family and friends back at Jogalong.It was a tough decision but i had planned to set out and escape from the Moore River detention one day.
The Moore River Detention held few but significant memories,those of conformity and an aligned lifestyle of which none of us were used to.To get accustomed to the detention,we were handling chores and schedules of which we had to complete accordingly. :) I felt the need to lead my sister and cousin as i was the oldest.With a long way home,we followed the RABBIT PROOF FENCE which as its name suggests,kept the rabbits out of an entire section of Australia. This fence ran through JIGALONG because the Jigalong Depot happened to be smack in the center of the long rabbit proof fence across Australia.We met up with people who were kind hearted enough and had the will to help us out thoroughly. Many of which were lost as to why we were trying to get away as fast as possible and far as we had nothing but the clothes on our backs.
After a whole lot of drama, we kind of made it back home, only thing was that my cousin did not as she got caught on the way home as she was a careless and she never returned to Jigalong.
Oh what a long dramatic .life i led as an aboriginal girl from Australia.
:)
Love, Molly.
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by simone brittney YOH
MY life as an aboriginal girl is a tough and excruciating one.There were many times where i felt that i had to sacrifice so much only to receive the basic human rights that we all deserve.I always felt the need to be something more and to break free from this which all us aborigines were subjected to.The life i had led had no time for indecisiveness and no time to judge others opinions.One of the many things i,along with my sister and cousin,were subjected to was that we were sent to Moore River,where the people there had conformed us into a life of uniformed and a tightly controlled community of aboriginal children.The three of us were harshly snatched and forced away from our family in Jigalong by an uncouth man in the force of which was against us.The extremity of it all struck me only upon our arrival at Moore River,where,while we didnt suffer to the extreme,we were placed in an unrecognizable space and we had no choice but to accept the conformity.I was having none of it. I felt that i could not go on without my family and friends back at Jogalong.It was a tough decision but i had planned to set out and escape from the Moore River detention one day.
The Moore River Detention held few but significant memories,those of conformity and an aligned lifestyle of which none of us were used to.To get accustomed to the detention,we were handling chores and schedules of which we had to complete accordingly. :) I felt the need to lead my sister and cousin as i was the oldest.With a long way home,we followed the RABBIT PROOF FENCE which as its name suggests,kept the rabbits out of an entire section of Australia. This fence ran through JIGALONG because the Jigalong Depot happened to be smack in the center of the long rabbit proof fence across Australia.We met up with people who were kind hearted enough and had the will to help us out thoroughly. Many of which were lost as to why we were trying to get away as fast as possible and far as we had nothing but the clothes on our backs.
After a whole lot of drama, we kind of made it back home, only thing was that my cousin did not as she got caught on the way home as she was a careless and she never returned to Jigalong.
Oh what a long dramatic .life i led as an aboriginal girl from Australia.
:)
Love, Molly.
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by simone brittney YOH
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