Yesterday we had indigenous culture day. We went down to the beach and met up with some aboriginals to talk about their clan and about their ancestor’s lifestyle back in the day. I especially liked the part about the “men’s business”. He talked about much about his life as a male back in the day and showed us many of the tools that they would use as everyday objects. These were all made out using traditional methods, consisting of mostly trees and rocks. He talked a lot about his family and how that people of today are racist, people saying all the jokes about him. The thing though was that they were all real things about him so he didn’t care what they said. One racial slur was “spear thrower” as such but it was water of a ducks back and he kept on with his day.

The thing though that really stuck in my mind is that family runs deeper than blood. This saying that they don’t have to be related to be family and this made me think a lot about my uncles and aunties. Half though aren’t related as such but I’ve known them as family my whole life you wouldn’t think any less of them. He knew his family; he knew who his ancestors were and who he was. I, on the other hand, don’t know as much of where I come from and where my “nature” lies. I intend to find out more about my family and more about the bond I have with the land or where exactly the land I come from is.

Kirk - Mt Clear College