When I was young I realised my blood was both white and black. Where did I fit in the whole scheme of things?
Name: Gavin Ritchie
Age: 45
Lives: Sydney
Turning point: My parents separating when I was 10 months old
After housing costs has to live on: $306 a week
I’m going to miss the opportunity writing these articles has given me. As an Aboriginal man I’ve always felt that not many are interested in what I have to say or do. I’ve never really felt validated by broader society. Through this process I have learned that people are listening. So now I am going to talk straight.
When I was a small child I never heard anything positive about being Aboriginal and I also didn’t realise that it related to me. I always knew who my father was but I didn’t understand that I was black until I started school. In infant school I would run home in tears because some older kids were calling me abo, nigger or coon. I didn’t understand. My mother would take me back to school and it always felt like I had done something really wrong. The principal would say to my mother that I had to stop running away and my mother would tell her that she wanted the racist taunts to stop. It was at this point I realised that being me was an issue. Having a black father meant I was black too. I was the only Aboriginal in my entire school.
As I grew I encountered other Aboriginal children who told me I was
just like them and I had to choose a side. All I knew was I am a person.
I realised there were “sides”. This became much more pronounced in high
school. The battle lines were drawn and I felt compelled to participate
in something I personally did not comprehend. My blood was both white
and black. Where did I fit in the whole scheme of things? I got the
impression that fence-sitting would not be acceptable. I felt myself
being forced to choose and I didn’t think that was fair. As I learned
the history of Australia and encountered more racism, my morals took
over and chose a team.Age: 45
Lives: Sydney
Turning point: My parents separating when I was 10 months old
After housing costs has to live on: $306 a week
I’m going to miss the opportunity writing these articles has given me. As an Aboriginal man I’ve always felt that not many are interested in what I have to say or do. I’ve never really felt validated by broader society. Through this process I have learned that people are listening. So now I am going to talk straight.
When I was a small child I never heard anything positive about being Aboriginal and I also didn’t realise that it related to me. I always knew who my father was but I didn’t understand that I was black until I started school. In infant school I would run home in tears because some older kids were calling me abo, nigger or coon. I didn’t understand. My mother would take me back to school and it always felt like I had done something really wrong. The principal would say to my mother that I had to stop running away and my mother would tell her that she wanted the racist taunts to stop. It was at this point I realised that being me was an issue. Having a black father meant I was black too. I was the only Aboriginal in my entire school.
I was in year 10 when two classmates asked me why I try and pass myself as a white Australian. This cut deep and it took me a few hours to respond. I went to one of the two and told her I didn’t want to deny my Aboriginality. It gave me something they had. I belonged. I thought that was the end of that issue. Little did I know that it was going to be a lifelong struggle.
As a young adult I moved to the city and immersed myself in my culture and studied dance at Naisda – Australia’s premier Indigenous training college for performers. I had dreams of being the best contemporary dancer ever. The cultural content at this college broadened my understanding of self and bolstered my stance. While I had a perspective, I was repulsed by the whole black versus white thing and viewed my view as human. That’s what I am, right?
I started to engage in discussions about Indigenous rights on a national and international level and found myself being stonewalled at every opportunity because people shut down, they don’t want to listen. It was like talking to a brick wall.
Why? I can only imagine that the reason is that the truth doesn’t paint a rosy picture of the “dominant race”. Anglo-Saxon Australians have lied to themselves for so long, they believe their lies. As I have Anglo-Saxon blood running through my veins, it would be easy to toe the line.
I have told people that while I am mixed race I am one human and that human is quite clear in his opinion. He sees everything that has happened in Australia since 1788 as immoral and unconscionable from a human perspective. I just feel like we’ve been ripped off and that no one seems to accept responsibility, and I’ve always felt like I’ve been fighting a battle as opposed to living a life.
A friend from Melbourne said to me once that what happened in Australia is a crime against humanity. Initially I was a bit unsure but after much consideration I am inclined to agree. However it is only through this crime I came to be, and it’s a personal conflict of interests if I view myself as a person made of two distinct parts.
Fortunately I see myself as one whole person with one conscience. That conscience is all about fair versus unfair and it tells me what is right. My conscience has no race.
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