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Five reasons why Yarralin must be returned: The battle for land rights at Yarralin, Part 3

Five reasons why Yarralin must be returned: The battle for land rights at Yarralin, Part 3

From the early days, young Aborigines were trained and used as labour on VRD and the number of white men, according to Big Mick, was very small, often only the manager, head stockman and cook. In those days the Aborigines received no wages, only rations of dry bread and beef, sugar and tea, and at the end of the season were given small amounts of tobacco, flour, sugar and tea: Dr. Partick McConville.

They never gave up the fight: the battle for land rights at Yarralin, Part 2.

They never gave up the fight: the battle for land rights at Yarralin, Part 2.

This article first appeared in the July 2015 edition of Land Rights News, published by the Northern Land Council and edited by Murray McLaughlin. WHEN the Federal government makes good on its commitment to hand back land* at Yarralin in the Victoria River District, it will have turned the last page of a long history […]

Jack Doolan, the VRD walk-off and the battle for land rights at Yarralin, Part 1.

Jack Doolan, the VRD walk-off and the battle for land rights at Yarralin, Part 1.

This article first appeared in the July 2015 edition of Land Rights News, published by the Northern Land Council and edited by Murray McLaughlin. JACK DOOLAN (14 June 1927–29 January 1995), a Patrol Officer with the Commonwealth Department of Aboriginal Affairs, was a friend and champion of the Aboriginal workers at Victoria River Downs station who walked off […]

They call me Jimmy Wavehill – that “famous man” reflects on a life in the saddle

They call me Jimmy Wavehill – that “famous man” reflects on a life in the saddle

That head stockman and my father had a good go in the yard. He wanted to beat my father but my father been too good for him. After my father knocked that bloke out he got a rope and jammed that bloke in the bronco panel – made that head stockman squeal. (laughs) My father and I pulled out from there. Got his swag, put me in the saddle-bags and we went walking towards Larrimah way.