Aboriginal Autobiography

Hello my name is Ariba from the Gunai tribe, in present day Victoria.Life is horrible and tragic here, the white demons have our wonderful land. They have forced us to live like animals and eat nothing but this powdery white substance and this sweet sand like substance. I feel tired and exhausted from eating these substances, as they provide me with no energy at all. I feel lethatgic everyday and feel as if I’ve lost all meaning to live. My precious daughter has been taken away from me and I miss her so much, I am afraid her sickness will worsen and that she will leave the physical world into spirit world. I feel like I am in hell, forsaken and segregated from my tribe and loved ones.

I am in immense pain, caused by these purple lumps of pain which I am covered with. I feel dizzy and I sometimes fall into a state of temporary death. I am growing weary as the long harsh days pass and pass.

I remember that horrible day so clearly, as if it was painfully engraved into my mind forever.

Our tribe and I were feasting on some badagarang (which you now call kangaroo), when suddenly a large pack of large wooden structures with a giant vertical wings came towards us but stopped at the Kurenai beach. The wooden structure was magical, no men had to operate anything and the thing just moved across the water by itself. I have never ever seen such an amazing contraption before, and even more amazing was that quite a few came. We gathered around the coast line to see hundreds of white creatures come of the wooden structures. When we got a better view of them, we realized that they were just like us, but they were white like the clouds in the sky and they were covered in a variety of colorful cloths.

They split us up into groups and tied us up with some long hard silverfish rope that was rather heavy and took us back to the village.

They were so fascinated about us and our village. We were fascinated at them too. They poked and examined us like we were some kind of filthy animals. They took some of us away and got us to unload items off there wooden structure. They were speaking to us, but we couldn’t understand them. That resulted in mistakes, which got us punched and kicked and physically abused. They lock us up at night and don’t let us go anywhere. We have to soil ourselves since we can’t go anywhere