Saturday, April 13, 2013
Caiwarro and the Sacred Watering Hole
The sacred watering hole on the Paroo.
I did not know what to expect at Caiwarro. Again, another part of our Cotter history. Greg from Kilcowera said " I recall the clearing sale at Caiwarro". "there was a beautiful billiard table there and the only way they could get it out was to run a dozer through the wall of the home".
There is nothing really left. The homestead has been bulldozed into a few piles and fenced off...
The main fireplace is all that remains of the Pise built home.
Frankly I felt a bit grim about this. There is evidence of all that hard work, from the remains of the workshop, the managers cottages, the tennis court to the stock yards and meat room.
Its as if, what these men and women did, does not count in our history. Again I acknowledge our first Australians, and again I acknowledge that they were invaded and treated badly, ( well worse that that). However, as I walked through the ruins and looked across to the sacred watering hole, I did not see one of my brothers camping, fishing or enjoying the Paroo.
However, I did see, back in Bourke, quite a few enjoying the other white fellas watering hole called a pub. It was a long weekend too.
So, whats this all about? I witnessed feral cats, goats and pigs. I saw only one ranger vehicle, I saw no brother "black-fella"(and I mean this in the sincerest terms- brother)
I think its time we, as Australians stand up and acknowledge the "invasion" of Australia, and acknowledge that its irreversible. Be proud of just how hard the men and women worked, to create the wealth that we enjoy today. It was the sheeps back until the 1970's. Today its mining.
The workshop. Note the ramp in the background.
Its my view, that we are being hi-jacked by the left. Made to feel guilty, that what we achieved, is wrong. We are encouraged to eradicate all that we have done. Can I claim my indigenous rights back in Bantry Cork? I doubt it.
Can I claim to be proud of the pastoral history of Australia? You bet I can. Do I feel deeply about the utter destruction of the Aboriginal history along the river? You Bet I do.
The sheep/cattle yards.
As I drove away from Caiwarro, I realised that we have both "lost out". Both my indigenous brothers, and my pastoral family.
I hope its not too late to reclaim our rich heritage. Embrace our brothers and sisters and work towards real reconciliation. Not just a hollow "oops! sorry."
I hope , one day that I too can stand along the Paroo, and talk of my family in Wilcannia, to a "clever man" and share that experience.