The biggest change II
The issue was looked upon very differently in those days.
We knew about the Line and the rounding up of ’em and it was spoken of as a thing of ridicule. A thousand men on foot from the north end of the state, way down… By cripes, fancy trying to catch ’em in the bush they’ve been livin’ in forever. Knew it like the back of their hands, they did.
Makes you wonder what they were thinking. Probably not much.
There were all the names and the jokes back then, too. You know: shoot ’em if they don’t work. That kinda thing.
But they were all gone back then. Now there’s thousands of ’em. Not sure what happened there.
~ by Daniel Townsend on August 4, 2013.
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Tags: Aboriginal, Black Line, creative writing, genocide, indigenous, short stories, short story, Tasmania