The response to the Uluru ban indicative of white Australia’s selective hearing

After the decision to ban climbing Uluru got far more attention than the statement of the same name, I’m wondering if the ignorance shown is deliberate.

 

 

I realise the angry one-dimensional Abo with an axe to grind changes no minds or engenders no discussion, but I have to wear his shoes in order to ask: what the fuck, Australia?

Seemingly, the discussion held at the foot of Uluru was just a little bit off, geographically. If we stood on top of the rock and forbade White Australia to come and get it, perhaps we’d have had more success. But, we didn’t take that route. We looked to enter a dialogue. The statement in which our best minds grouped to roadmap the future of our people was a great note that fell silent. Clearly, a decision is more important than a statement. Perhaps we should have drawn a line in the sand instead of extending a hand. The fact that Uluru no longer being the tourist trap we know gained far more exposure than the statement is an insult.

Sammy Wilson, Indigenous leader and senior traditional owner, and chair of the Uluru-Kata Tjuta National Park board of management, disclosed his reasoning to the Sydney Morning Herald, stating:

“Some people, in tourism and government, for example, might have been saying we need to keep it open but it’s not their law that lies in this land. It is an extremely important place, not a theme park like Disneyland. If I travel to another country and there is a sacred site, an area of restricted access, I don’t enter or climb it, I respect it. It is the same here for Anangu. We welcome tourists here. We are not stopping tourism, just this activity. After much discussion, we’ve decided it’s time.”

Clearly, the opportunity of future leisure is what we care about more. A potential holiday experience ruined, cordoned off by red tape. Perhaps it’s unfair to lay the division in attention at the feet of everyday Australia. Perhaps if the statement was discussed openly, or even briefly, prior to us consigning it to the bin, the feelings would not be so jagged. Prime Minister Malcolm Turnbull had no ear for the statement, in the same way he had for Clinton Pryor, the man who walked across the continent to prove, and indeed share, a point with the PM.

The ignorance seems if not deliberate, then complicit. What we have is a vision impaired. One eye remains closed. The Government cares about one issue that directly affects their bottom line but not ours, and not another that seemingly doesn’t.

The apathy and duality shown has shaken many heads in disbelief and is quick solidifying the long-held fear that the pinnacle of white Australia does not care.

Despite all this, we’re willing to talk, when you’re finished being childish.

Or, if the current administration has no ear for us, we’ll address the next.

We can wait. We’re not going anywhere.

 

Mellek Steel is a blue-collar schmo who traded the city in for the bush. Alongside his inability to write a gripping bio, he's keen on fishing and whatever footy team is presently losing the most.

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