It horrifies me to learn at 46 years of age, to understand that I live in occupied lands. The horrifying part is that I am part of that occupation.
This is not going to be some gigantic attempt at an essay, just a marker. A marker of acknowledgement for myself.
The land of the Wurundjeri, the land in which I currently am, is illegally occupied by ‘The State of Victoria’ on behalf of ‘The Commonwealth of Australia’ but both of these governing bodies were founded on documents of deceit.
I have been enslaved into the systems of these ‘Governments’ under the guise of ‘citizenship’ and ‘civilised’ living. To be ‘civil’ in this occupation, means to rely on a way of living that exploits native human and non-humans. Civilised living is occupied living.
The land is Wurundjeri, as are its people and non-people, always was, always will be.