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4 - Nana’s Story (5)
'The whole family came together for meals'
'When we got to the grave a song caught on around the gathering'
'She wouldn't tell us a lot of stories but when she did we all listened'
'She took so many stories with her to the grave. Stories of her life, our traditions, our heritage, who I am… gone'
'Sometimes the joy of being there enough to forget, even for the briefest moment, the reason'
6 - Story Of A Father (2)
'Sometimes I find myself crying in the dark alone'
'The pain comes in and I cry and cry until I can't feel anymore. Numbed. Nothing'
9 - Black Skin Girl (3)
‘Naia gigi warunguldul’ I will be strong always
'Letters of the alphabet appear on her dress'
'She attempts to evade the letters by removing her dress'
10 - Invasion Poem (4)
'I invited them in, they demanded respect'
'One took a handful of my hair and led my head to their knee'
'Silenced by a single wave of a stick'
'I lie painfully sleepless'
12 - Murri Gets A Dress (4)
'Waving a nice big pump-you-full-of-holes semi-automatic gun in the air'
'Keep an eye on the black one'
'You get a lot of attention, special treatment when you're black'
'I'm still black and deadly'
13 - Aunty Grace (3)
'She was stuck up and wasn't really family'
'I never saw her cry the whole time she was with us'
'Crying, at last, crying'
14 - Mugshot (3)
'Delivered in the style of a court report with no hint of emotion'
'Intercepted' and 'went to the ground' as a euphemism for police brutality
'People called him Boonie! He was known as Boonie…'
15 - March (5)
'A peaceful march, a silent march'
'Defiant Aboriginal march'
‘We come from a long tradition of storytelling. If this is the only way we can get our story told…’
'We're not fighting. We're grieving'
'Don't tell me we're not fighting! Don't tell me we don't fight most of our lives'
18 - Story Of A Brother (2)
'They wanted one of my brother's friends… you know how we all look alike'
'Sticking up for his Bungies'
20 - Suitcase Opening (2)
‘The Woman grieves over the photographs'
‘Music fills the space. There is a feeling of catharsis and release’
23 - Plea (1)
‘These are my stories. These are my people’s stories. They need to be told’
24 - Walking Across Bridges (2)
'They've written sorry across the sky'
'I guess we can't go back now'
Cook’s Death (2)
‘I held her head, he watched her lips. We cried’
‘With her gone nothing could keep me there'
Chapel’s Death (1)
Sanders Junior wanted to ensure Chapel ‘would be made an example of to discourage further runaways’, and decided to ‘administer 200 lashes’ as punishment
Whitechapel ‘betraying the whereabouts of [his] son’ (1)
‘The house slaves cast me such disdainful looks’
Great Granddaughter’s dream of Africa (3)
‘That’s how I know I’m back where I belong’
‘I fly through the air and land in a place I know is Africa’
Whitechapel's great granddaughter not ‘recognizing the food’ and ‘dream[ing] about something [she] doesn’t know’
Whitechapel refusing to dream of Africa (2)
‘He never talked about Africa' since it 'promoted day dreams and insolence on the plantation’
‘He said Africa was his past and not ours. If anyone had the right to dream about it, he did and he chose not to’
Chapel writing to The Virginian (3)
In an 'articulate letter' he argues that 'these pages should carry stories about slaves told by the slaves themselves'
The Virginian public answered with a 'resounding no' to this suggestion
‘The Virginian’ dehumanises African people by referring to them as ‘primitive’, and urges its readers to ‘remember where they came from’
Chapel learning to read and write (2)
Chapel 'can open a book and sound like the master'
'When Mr Whitechapel discovers Chapel has been taught to read and write, ‘he ordered Lydia out’ of the room, then proceeded to ‘[draw] his belt’ and threaten to send Chapel away ‘to a place where slave boys die of hunger, hard work and the whip’
Sanders Senior abusing Cook (1)
After Sanders Senior ‘laid his hands’ on Cook, she ‘wanted to die’
Whitechapel’s grief and guilt over Chapel’s death (5)
Whitechapel becomes a ‘self-governing slave’ and ‘thinks freedom is death’
‘He is a ghost we all see and ignore because he killed his only son’
After his son was whipped to death, Whitechapel ‘shrank in stature’ and became known as ‘sour-face’
Whitechapel wished he could die sooner, believing he’s ‘seen enough for one life, several lives’.
Whitechapel is isolated in his grieving after ‘betraying the whereabouts of [his] son’