Australia Day: a celebration for some but sorrowful reflection for others

During the day, I feel overwhelmed by a wall of sorrow that doesn’t shift, a weight on my shoulders that doesn’t lift. I think about the ancestors, locked in chains and shunted to reserves and missions. I think about the harsh treatment they endured and of the great damage done to a community through intolerance.

It is right that people organising Australia Day events should invite Indigenous Australians to take part, but people generally understand when I refuse invitations. Nonetheless, I would encourage organisers of Australia Day events to acknowledge members of the local Indigenous community to take time to think and learn about the history we share as Indigenous and non-Indigenous Australians.

Consider ways in which you can foster reconciliation in your community, and in your schools and workplaces. Where local events are held, acknowledge the local Indigenous community and the honoured place of the First Australians.

Even better, incorporate a special ceremony into local events which acknowledges injustices in our nation’s history.

For me, Australia Day isn’t about fanfare and celebration.

On 26 January, I don’t listen to the radio or watch TV because I don’t want to share my space with anyone – even my son, who understands and accepts the way I feel.

I have spent Australia Day in the same way since I was a teenager, and as I get older my resolve to keep doing it is strengthened by the fact that this day is very personal for me and spending it the way I do is an important, symbolic act for me.