After 150 years of white development it’s time for environmental justice in the southwest Gulf, for fair treatment and meaningful involvement of Aboriginal people with respect to development, implementation and enforcement of environmental laws, regulations and policies in their ancestral lands. The goal must be a fair distribution of the environmental benefits and costs.
I want the government and mining companies to know that we are still here. We aren’t going anywhere. We aren’t dead yet. We are still here, feeling the country. Jacky Green, Darwin, August 2017
The Darwin Festival has failed local visual artists. Spending money on a roving class of interstate creatives and acts is capital that gets drained out of the local culture making economy. There is no substantial quota for local engagement, there is no compulsion that local creatives get engaged and employed. The current festival model fails to connect with and engage the local culture makers. Even the influx of DF production crew in August are like carnies - here for the month then off again to fleece another community with their generic arts festival business model.
I left 'Broken' thrilled, challenged and horrified all at once. You couldn't hope for much more on a night out in Darwin--unless you pop down to Mitchell Street's red-light zone on a Friday-fight-night for a pint, a fuck and a punchup.
Stipendiary Magistrate Peter Maley at 100% Darwin: "I’m currently a magistrate, I don’t know for how long."
Jack Charles v The Crown at the Darwin Amphitheatre - no pathetic-junkie-tale here. No poor-bugger-me blackfella either. Just a great tale from an artist almost lost to us.
Lorna Fencer Napurrurrla was non-conformist, original (and) abandoned conventions, revolutionary, independent, mercurial, unrelenting, tough, funny, flirtatious (and) seriously dedicated, go it alone, irreverent, talented, energetic, confident, irascible, feisty, loud, imperious, cranky and her imperial majesty. She was prolific, chaotic and partial to intellectual stoushes, wicked, impish, forcible and would brook-no-opposition, a dab hand at getting others to do her bidding, tough, overbearing, born-to-rule, with a strong sense of self belief, a strong sense of self worth, bossy, wicked, (with a) rapier sharp wit.She was a loner, eccentric, individualist, over the top fearless, go it alone, against the grain, (and) very, very funny.
My dad spent so much time out bush and we barely saw him when we were growing up. He was always out on a community. And you know now when I go to the most remote little community place all kinds of people come up to me and say “Oh Kumanjayi sorry for your dad”. Just yesterday at the Art Fair here in Darwin someone said to me...and my Dad died ten years ago... an older woman came up to me “Oh I'm sorry for your father that Kumanjayi”...it is an immense honour and incredibly humbling when people talk to me about my father as they do.
One book I have to catch up with is Chloe Hooper's The Tall Man. The other book I've been reading a lot recently is the Macquarie PEN Anthology of Aboriginal Literature. It is a mix of fiction and non-fiction. There are a lot of early letters, letters from Bennelong to a Mr Philips, Lord Sydney's steward.
Give me about a half a teacup of bass (bass riff) Now I need a pound of fatback drums (drum riff) Now give me 4 tablespoons of boiling Memphis guitars This goin' taste alright (guitar riff) Now just a little pinch of organ (organ riff) Now give me a half a pint of horn (sax riff) Place on the burner and bring to a boil. That's it, that's it, that's it right there. Now beat, well