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| Truth and Lies |
| State of Confusion |
| The Journey Still Walkin' Uncertain Beginnings Being a State Ward Truth and Lies Never Fitting in Your Aboriginal Assimilation Love of Two Mothers A False Father Adoption My Art Links |
| Childhood really is a place of innocence. One simply accepts what is, that is presented to them. No questions asked most times. At least that is how it was for me. Each day I woke I felt as though I was bathing in a rainbow. Each day brought with it more discoveries in the world I lived in. I can quite honestly say I loved being a kid. The most blatantly obvious things to others, I, was absolutely oblivious to. It really wasn't until I was a mother myself, and spent time in reflection of my childhood that I saw many lies covering the truths. Being told I was Fijian is but one example. I had grown up being told I was a Fijian Princess. I never questioned it. It never occurred to me to question it. Maybe if I had, then other truths further down the track, may not have been so shocking for me. I use to ask why would they tell me that? Why? In the journey of discovering my identity, I realised why. Racism! I could have chosen to be angery with my foster parents, but I found that instead, I could understand their motives. I didn't agree with them, but I sincerely understood. Even when I didn't know what its all about...that ugly energy followed me as a dark hovering shadow. As it has for all of us. The most well intentsioned motives, rooted in racism, are damaging. Next >> |
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| Childhood Memories in the Blue Mountains |