Week 7 - Food for thought

Unless you are gay or Aboriginal or have something about yourself that you can’t change but makes you inherently you that society doesn’t understand that, you wont get it.

Today my boyfriend and I joked about our experiences as children.

“I had big ears and kids teased me”

“I have a birthmark and was made fun of because of that”

“I thought you were white when I first met you”

And that’s where the jokes stopped and reality was back.

As a child I hated my appearance and to an extent, disliked my ethnicity. I was the only “black” child at my school. My mum taught the kids about Aboriginal culture (as well as firefighting but that’s another story).

I was the other and I wasn’t cool with that.

As a child I found it difficult to be the only non-caucasian child in a small school. I even “hated” Aboriginal studies, only embracing my culture and my family when I was home.

Now, as a 27 year old woman, I have made peace with my identity. I am a light-skinned Aboriginal woman. I don’t speak my language, I don’t really live on my traditional lands and can only really tell you that I can name up to 20 of my relatives (whereas “normal” blackfellas can trace family throughout this great country). I am not what you expect an Aborigine to be.

But I am an Aboriginal person. I am first nations. I am me and no-one else is me.

I, like a lot of light skinned blackfellas spent much of my twenties “faking it til we make it”. Now I’ve made it.

I’m glad I’ve found my happy place when it comes to myself, my history, my culture and my people. I stand taller and stronger these days because of this.

Always was, always will be - Ebs - shutting shit down and breaking down barriers.