Below is a letter that we wrote as part of a school project as we learned about the Lost Generation of Australian Aborigines …
The Protector of Aborigines
The Aboriginal Protection Board
George Street, Sydney, NSW
Dear Sir,
When I was 8 years old, I was taken to a mission. I obviously didn’t won’t to go because I’ve heard what the can do to you. I went only because they said that if I didn’t go that they’d kill my family and myself.
At the mission I was “looked” after by 2 maids. They then changed my name that used to be Tubby but changed to Caleb. The maids also worked me very hard. I had to make meals, polish the floor, feed the animals, and clean the house. It was so hard and tiring.
I was then moved to another place to be put to work. This time it was a farm. Now I had to pull weeds and harvest crops instead of doing house jobs. The farmer only sat back and relaxed while watching me work. If I wasn’t doing a good enough job though, he would come and whip me 15 times. I also had really bad food and had to sleep on the hard cold floor in the barn. I now just wanted to go back to the way it used to be. Relaxed, composed, and effortless sort of life. Not the way that I was living right now.
The farmer then took me to this school type thing and said that I needed to learn English and the culture, Christianity. They taught me horribly though. Whenever I got a question or word wrong, they would whip me at least 5 times. It was atrocious! I couldn’t wait until I got home. Unfortunately I don’t now when that would be.
10 years later I was free! Free! Free! It was a glorious day to be free and get to see my family again.
I hope you can just stop taking kids away from their families so they can live a dandy and contented life. If there still is any children still in the missions, please let them be free. Please don’t do any thing like this again.
From Tubby (Caleb)
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