What a morning…

… I woke in a hospital bed – sore as buggery on the inside, but brighter then day on the outside. Damn that feeling hope!

Kevin Rudd… a politician he may very well be, but this morning actually caused a little ‘wetness’ to appear in my eyes. Must of been the pain I was feeling. But no, my Mum called me on the dreaded mobile and she had been watching Kevin Rudd, and was now watching Brendan Nelson – and she started to cry. That, was it for me… I had tears flowing freely, and was barely keeping my emotions in check. Do you realise how much your damn abdomen hurts after you’ve had bit’s playing around in there (Damn those gall stones!) – and your trying to keep things in? Ouch!!!

Brendan Nelson – I feel for you mate… it’s such a shame you missed the point entirely. John Howard and his government had their time, and in my opinion, set us back 20 years. That you still based your parties reply around much of the same rhetoric didn’t really surprise me, as much as saddened me. It must have tripped over every ‘black armband’ cliche that ever fell out of John Howard’s mouth. You had yourself an opportunity to put you and your party beliefs above that of your predecessor – and move forward, clean of the bulldust John Howard kicked up for you. You didn’t, and whilst this wasn’t a surprise s such – it was a real shame. I guess your party simply didn’t want to put any of it down – it sure seemed Wilson Tucky wasn’t impressed – but there’s no surprise there.

I felt actual admiration for our Prime Minister for the first time today – but I fear they are setting themselves up for the same fall, given the way they again want to shape progress for Indigenous peoples of this country – making promises wrapped up in resources that we again don’t actually have on the ground, nor the understanding or education necessary to use these things the way mainstream Australia and mainstream politicians will expect them to be used in these communities.

Promises, promises… as my father says – these are the things that Bob Hawk tripped over. Be bloody careful Kevin Rudd, you hold our hope in your hands… and my mother has shed enough tears, lost enough family members, given up most of her cultural values and lived in more fear then you could ever possibly imagine. She did this here – in our country – Australia. THIS is the reason for the word “Sorry” and why it was needed on this country. I felt that you were sincere in this at the very least.

You have within you Kevin Rudd, the power to shake the tree of racism in this country, and knock a bit of the bad fruit out. I wish you well on this journey, and I hope your resolve remains firm. There are a swag of Non-indigenous people who are banking on you as well – without these peoples – we’d never stand a chance in hell. My thanks go out to all peoples who support this change in our country. My family knows that with out a ‘you’ in this picture – there is no ‘us’ – and we’d be hung out to dry, all over again.

I’m going to hope now. I’m going to hope that those Australians who are the nay sayers, can look past this and move on. I hope they can learn from those of you out there – already leading the way.

Thank you…

Belongum – Out!