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Transcript of Stan Grant's Speech: NSW Department of Education
Transcript of Stan Grant's Speech: NSW Department of Education
Speech
Transcript of Stan Grant’s speech delivered during the last IQ2 debate of 2015: Racism is Destroying
the Australian Dream.
Thank you so much for coming along this evening and I would also like to extend my respects to my
Gadigal brothers and sisters from my people, the Wiradjuri people.
In the winter of 2015, Australia turned to face itself. It looked into it's soul and it had to ask this
question. Who are we? What sort of country do we want to be? And this happened in a place that is
most holy, most sacred to Australians. It happened in the sporting field, it happened on the football
field. Suddenly the front page was on the back page, it was in the grandstands.
Thousands of voices rose to hound an Indigenous man. A man who was told he wasn't Australian. A
man who was told he wasn't Australian of the Year. And they hounded that man into submission.
I can't speak for what lay in the hearts of the people who booed Adam Goodes. But I can tell you
what we heard when we heard those boos. We heard a sound that was very familiar to us.
We heard a howl. We heard a howl of humiliation that echoes across two centuries of dispossession,
injustice, suffering and survival. We heard the howl of the Australian dream and it said to us again,
you're not welcome.
We sing of it, and we recite it in verse. Australians all, let us rejoice for we are young and free.
My people die young in this country. We die ten years younger than average Australians and we are
far from free. We are fewer than three percent of the Australian population and yet we are 25 percent,
a quarter of those Australians locked up in our prisons and if you are a juvenile, it is worse, it is 50
percent. An Indigenous child is more likely to be locked up in prison than they are to finish high
school.
It reminds me that my people were killed on those plains. We were shot on those plains, disease
ravaged us on those plains.
I come from those plains. I come from a people west of the Blue Mountains, the Wiradjuri people,
where in the 1820's, the soldiers and settlers waged a war of extermination against my people. Yes,
a war of extermination! That was the language used at the time. Go to the Sydney Gazette and look it
up and read about it. Martial law was declared and my people could be shot on sight. Those rugged
mountain ranges, my people, women and children were herded over those ranges to their deaths.
The Australian Dream is rooted in racism. It is the very foundation of the dream. It is there at the birth
of the nation. It is there in terra nullius. An empty land. A land for the taking. Sixty thousand years of
occupation. A people who made the first seafaring journey in the history of mankind. A people of law,
a people of lore, a people of music and art and dance and politics. None of it mattered because our
rights were extinguished because we were not here according to British law.
And when British people looked at us, they saw something sub-human, and if we were human at all,
we occupied the lowest rung on civilisation's ladder. We were fly-blown, stone age savages and that
was the language that was used. Charles Dickens, the great writer of the age, when referring to the
noble savage of which we were counted among, said "it would be better that they be wiped off the
face of the earth." Captain Arthur Phillip, a man of enlightenment, a man who was instructed to make
peace with the so called natives in a matter of years, was sending out raiding parties with the
instruction, "Bring back the severed heads of the black troublemakers."
My people were rounded up and put on missions from where if you escaped, you were hunted down,
you were roped and tied and dragged back, and it happened here. It happened on the mission that
my grandmother and my great grandmother are from, the Warrengesda on the Darling Point of the
Murrumbidgee River.
By 1901 when we became a nation, when we federated the colonies, we were nowhere. We're not in
the Constitution, save for 'race provisions' which allowed for laws to be made that would take our
children, that would invade our privacy, that would tell us who we could marry and tell us where we
could live.
By 1963, the year of my birth, the dispossession was continuing. Police came at gunpoint under
cover of darkness to Mapoon, an aboriginal community in Queensland, and they ordered people from
their homes and they burned those homes to the ground and they gave the land to a bauxite mining
company. And today those people remember that as the 'Night of the Burning'.
In 1963 when I was born, I was counted among the flora and fauna, not among the citizens of this
country.
Now, you will hear things tonight. You will hear people say, "But you've done well." Yes, I have and
I'm proud of it and why have I done well? I've done well because of who has come before me. My
father who lost the tips of three fingers working in saw mills to put food on our table because he was
denied an education. My grandfather who served to fight wars for this country when he was not yet a
citizen and came back to a segregated land where he couldn't even share a drink with his digger
mates in the pub because he was black.
My great grandfather, who was jailed for speaking his language to his grandson (my father). Jailed for
it! My grandfather on my mother's side who married a white woman who reached out to Australia,
That's the Australian Dream. I have succeeded in spite of the Australian Dream, not because of it,
and I've succeeded because of those people.
You might hear tonight, "But you have white blood in you". And if the white blood in me was here
tonight, my grandmother, she would tell you of how she was turned away from a hospital giving birth
to her first child because she was giving birth to the child of a black person.
We're better than this. I have seen the worst of the world as a reporter. I spent a decade in war zones
from Iraq to Afghanistan, and Pakistan. We are an extraordinary country. We are in so many respects
the envy of the world. If I was sitting here where my friends are tonight, I would be arguing
passionately for this country. But I stand here with my ancestors, and the view looks very different
from where I stand.
We have our heroes. Albert Namatjira painted the soul of this nation. Vincent Lingiari put his hand out
for Gough Whitlam to pour the sand of his country through his fingers and say, "This is my country."
Cathy Freeman lit the torch of the Olympic Games. But every time we are lured into the light, we are
mugged by the darkness of this country's history. Of course racism is killing the Australian Dream. It
is self evident that it's killing the Australian dream. But we are better than that.
The people who stood up and supported Adam Goodes and said, "No more," they are better than
that. The people who marched across the bridge for reconciliation, they are better than that. The
people who supported Kevin Rudd when he said sorry to the Stolen Generations, they are better than
that. My children and their non-Indigenous friends are better than that. My wife who is not Indigenous
is better than that.
And one day, I want to stand here and be able to say as proudly and sing as loudly as anyone else in
this room, Australians all, let us rejoice.
Thank you.
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