A Special Kind Of Lady

When Gundungurra Aboriginal Elder, Aunty Val Mulcahy, describes her life growing up on a mission reserve, she’s not complaining, she’s merely telling it how it was. And neither will you find her feeling sorry for herself; she’s a fiercely independent and proud Australian woman.

r0_0_2896_1944_w1200_h678_fmax
Velma (Aunty Val) Mulcahy at the Order of Australia Awards

I first met Aunty Val after seeking help with the cultural aspects of my new novel, Black Bones, Red Earth. Set in 1950s rural Australia, the story follows the life of Katherine, an English child migrant and her relationships with Aboriginal station hands. I never intended this novel to be about black Australia; it is, after all, the story of an English orphan. But I soon found similarities between Katherine’s story and those of the Aboriginal stolen generation, and that led me to learn more. As the writing progressed and characters emerged, I found it impossible to overlook the hardships suffered by Aboriginals as a result of government policies. As a result, the novel delves into a traumatic period in the lives of First Australians who were taken from their families and separated from their ancestral homes by British and Australian governments.

Aunty Val and Family
Aunty Val (right) with family at La Perouse mission

Eighty-four-year-old Aunty Val was born and raised under protection law on the Aboriginal mission at La Perouse, south of Sydney. After being taken to live on the mission, the Protection Board separated Aunty Val’s mother, Ida, and her children from her husband, Reg. He was arrested and beaten every time he tried to see his family. Val saw her brother ejected from the mission when he reached 18 years of age. Life on the mission was difficult, and racial prejudice rampant when the residents strayed beyond the reserve.

207-La Perouse Reserve 1930s.lightbox
La Perouse mission reserve south of Sydney

‘We had different rules to white Australians,’ Aunty Val told me. ‘We didn’t have freedom of movement. We didn’t have a vote. We weren’t allowed to go to see a doctor or go to the hospital until Thursday. If you were very sick and it wasn’t Thursday, you died.’

If you were sick and it wasn’t Thursday, you died

Aunty Val says that babies died in numbers on the reserve because of gastroenteritis. ‘Women were not allowed to breast-feed on the mission. Instead, they were given bottles of milk to feed their babies. But they didn’t teach them how to sterilise the bottles, so babies got sick and died. Schooling was inadequate. We got to paint pictures, listen to bible stories, and sing hymns. There was no reading or writing, and we were not allowed to talk our own language or talk about traditional ways.’

9991794-3x4-700x933
Aunty Val’s parents Ida Amatto and Reginald Russell in the 1930s.

Aunty Val had no idea why she and her family had to live on the mission. ‘My mum told me we had to stay because we were special. It was only when I was older that I learned the truth and that we had been forced onto the mission. I was sent out to work when I was thirteen, and that’s when I discovered we were treated differently to white kids. Even at work, we had different rules; we had to give all our wages to the mission, and they gave us sixpence back.’

26b1db75-perouse
An early photo of the La Perouse mission house

Despite coming out of the mission, ill-equipped for the world, Aunty Val vowed to gain a university education. She was fifty years old when she achieved her dream, studying at the University of Sydney for her degree. Aunty Val worked in Aboriginal health and services and is passionate about educating others. ‘Education is the key for our people if they are going to thrive. If you’re not getting children educated, they will always be disadvantaged.’ Aunty Val has seen too many kids coming out of school, unable to read or write. ‘They need jobs, but they don’t stand a chance if they’re not getting educated.’

My mum said I was special

Aunty Val was awarded the Order of Australia for her work in the community, but she says there’s so much more to be done. I asked her if she was bitter about the treatment she and other First Australians have suffered. ‘I’m not bitter,’ she says. ‘but I get angry at governments that refuse to move the country forward. We can’t change the past; what’s done is done. We’re not stupid; we know we can’t turn the clock back. But Australia needs to recognise the truth and admit what happened in the past. This land was not empty when the whitefellas came. It was our country and had been for thousands of years. What happened was an invasion, followed by genocidal attacks on our race, segregation and outright discrimination. The protection laws were brought in to breed out our Aboriginal blood. Until Australian history recognises what really happened, and until we start teaching it in schools, we can’t move on, and our people will continue to suffer. We need a treaty, and we need to be recognised in the constitution. Then, maybe, we can have a chance at reconciliation and start to heal.’

20190701_113811
Having a yarn with Aunty Val at the community centre she helped create

Aunty Val would be the first to say her story is unremarkable; she’ll tell you that every Indigenous Australian has a story to pass on and that there were a lot worse off than her. But after listening to her tales, and learning of her past and her accomplishments, I can say without a doubt that her mother was right, Aunty Val is indeed very special.

Bookworms

My father once gave me a dictionary for my birthday; I couldn’t find the words to thank him. Boom, boom! Sorry, that really is a lame dad joke, but I couldn’t resist the temptation.

ben-white-128604-unsplash
Photo by Ben White

It was on my dad’s lap that I first fell in love with books. One of my earliest memories is sitting with him by a blazing winter fire, as he read to me the adventures of Toad at Toad Hall. There were always pictures to accompany the magical tales, and I would be transported to fantastic worlds beyond reality, before being carried to bed to dream. Books have the ability to do that, to make us dream, and to carry us away to far off places. I remember receiving the first volume of a children’s encyclopaedia, A to B, and being mesmerised by the chapter on Australia, never imagining at the time that I would one day live in that strange and wonderful land. It was another book I credit with stirring in me the hunger to travel. On my first day at school, not yet five years old, our new teacher read from a book while we sat cross-legged on the classroom floor. She told of a boy and an elephant, and an exotic place where they lived, called India. The pictures painted by the teacher’s words were inspirational, and from that day onwards, I was determined to see the world and all its wonders for myself.

Books have the ability to make us dream

fahrul-azmi-586479-unsplash
Photo by Fahrul Azmi

 

Somewhere along the way since early childhood, rock music, parties, booze and friends took precedence, and there seemed little time to spend reading books; after all, the exuberance of youth needed my complete attention. Work and family responsibilities took over where parties left off, and once again, reading was pushed to the backburner. It wasn’t until I began travelling for business that I rediscovered books and their incredible power. Long flights and too many airport lounges were made bearable by packing a paperback, and from there, there was no turning back; my appetite for the printed page became insatiable.

john-michael-thomson-555276-unsplash
Photo by John Michael Thomson

Someone once said that the invention of tablets and kindle type devices would mean the end of printed literature. Didn’t someone say that about computers once, that we were going to live in a paperless society? In the meantime, paper use has gone up 120% since 1997. Instead of 92million tons per year, consumption is now 208 million tons annually. Take into account that we don’t write letters and put them in the mail anymore, and we get most of our news from the internet instead of newspapers these days, and the results are even more surprising. The fact is, we all own a computer; there’s one at every desk, but we still print everything out just so we can read it properly. There’s an inherent need for hardcopy, even when everything is saved to hard drive. There are many who have embraced digital reading technology, but according to industry book sales data, digital has plateaued at between 25% and 30%. Those reading for pleasure, still prefer paperbacks and hardbacks to digital. I’m one of those diehards, though I’ve tried digital and do read the occasional novel on my Kindle, but there’s something mystical about hardcopy books that you just don’t get from the digital format.

I can’t help turning the pages

clem-onojeghuo-178229-unsplash
Photo by Clem Onojeghuo

I find it hard not to read books in one long sitting; I can’t help turning the pages. I can’t sleep without a few chapters at bedtime, meaning books are consumed very quickly. I finish one and can’t wait for the next, which can get expensive, so I buy lots of second-hand books as well as new. I can’t bring myself to throw books away. Books are tactile and timeless things to cherish. I love to look at them and hold them. A great cover gets me every time and I’ve a small collection of antique books that I began collecting while on my travels. I think about the people who’ve read them and wonder what they thought of the words. I picked up one such set of treasures from a little antiquariat in Minden Germany.  The first English translation of Arabian Nights Entertainments. There are four volumes in all, and they are dated 1704. In each volume, there is a handwritten inscription that reads: Lady Anna Maria Stanhope’s Book, Feb 19th1760. Later research brought to life the owner’s identity as the Duchess of Newcastle, great-great-granddaughter to Charles II of England. Her second husband, Lieutenant-General Sir Charles Gregan Craufurd, was an officer in the 1st Dragoon Guards. He studied and served in Germany and Austria during the war with the French. I’m guessing that he took his wife’s books to Germany for his off-duty entertainment, and left the books behind there. I read those books occasionally, and imagine the Duchess reading them to her friends over tea at court, or her husband taking time out from the front line in Europe, and reading those very same stories to take his mind off the battles.

20190228_145023
Photo by Rick Lee

Like the books themselves, libraries and bookshops are places of pleasure. Browsing can take hours. It’s just not the same, trolling through book listings online. Some of these venues have places to sit and read, coffee shops and surroundings that encourage one to sit and take the time to enjoy. Pleasure from books comes from kicking back and relaxing on a beach, in a lush green park or by a cosy fire while the snow whips up around the windows. Try it with a Kindle and you don’t get that same satisfaction somehow.

ben-white-131241-unsplash
Photo by Ben White

There’s so much to say about books, I could write a book about it.