With National Reconciliation Week in full swing, it’s a good time for all of us to reflect on how we feel about this topic.
Not the reconciliation aspect but certainly the word “sorry” that is so heavily wound into its fabric.
Aside from the fact that I personally am not aware of participating in any act that has harmed indigenous people in this country, and that the majority of the atrocities occurred in the past, I wonder – if I had lived back at a time when the atrocities took place, would I have stood up against this act of tyranny?
Probably not. I probably wouldn’t be as well educated as I am now and I wouldn’t have history to help me make an informed decision.
Which is not to excuse the actions of the past – it’s just me trying to understand them.
Maybe this is the reason I feel we as a nation shouldn’t be saying “sorry”?
No, that’s not it.
It is because I loathe the imagery that the word sorry paints – a picture of one feeling sorry for someone or sorry for oneself.
It does nothing to inspire the spirit.
I feel we should acknowledge the injustice that was perpetrated because it’s the right thing to do, and to learn from our mistakes and progress as a nation. We shouldn’t perpetuate blame and should remove the sorry attitude altogether. We should be way past the stage of saying and feeling sorry.
Should the indigenous population feel sorry for themselves?
Should we feel sorry for them?
The great thing about history and making mistakes is that they to help us learn. For one example, we understand that taking children from their families causes significant damage to everyone within that family – let’s never repeat the same mistake.
Thinking back to when we first celebrated National Reconciliation Week in 1996, have we made progress as a nation?
I feel as though we have.
Screw sorry, “sorry” is such a…sorry word.