In our class we have been learning about the stolen generation. The stolen generation was when Australian aborigine children were forcibly taken away from their families according to their skin colour. If you had pale skin you would be taken away from your aborigine family and get given to a white family.
I think that what they did to the aborigines is wrong and I felt very sorry for the people who went through that. The stolen generation went on from 1910 to 1970. We read about some of the people who were part of ths stolen generation. Here is one of the experiences. It is about Bill Simon. We read about him in our class.
‘It was winter 1957, seven o’clock in the morning. The sun was up and the sounds of birds drifted down into our small kitchen. My brother Lenny was sitting on the floor, eating toast; my brothers Murray and David and I, rubbing our eyes in a state of half sleep, were waiting for mum to smear Vegemite on our bread before we dressed for school. A routine day in the Simon household.
‘Someone rapped loudly on the door. My mother didn’t answer it. We hadn’t heard anyone come up the path. The knocking got louder, and finally my mother, who was reluctant to answer any callers when my father wasn’t home, opened the door and exchanged words with three people. We strained to hear what they were saying. Three men then entered the room.
‘A man in a suit ordered my mother to pick up Lenny and give him to me. My mother started to scream. One of the policemen bent down and picked up my brother and handed him to me. My mother screamed and sobbed hysterically but the men took no notice, and forced my brothers and me into a car.
‘My mother ran out onto the road, fell on her knees and belted her fists into the bitumen as she screamed. We looked back as the car drove off to see her hammering her fists into the road, the tears streaming down her face…’
Simon was ten years old when he was taken to Kinchela where he remained until he was 17 years old. The abuse he suffered left him unable to have healthy relationships and trying to numb his rage and violence with drugs and alcohol. Simon was in his 30s when he finally met his mother again. But it was too late, his mother, re-married with other children, rejected him.
When I read that story, and I didn’t understand until now how much pain and hurt they went through. I read most of the stories and for me that one was the saddest.