Showing posts with label Australiana. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Australiana. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Australiana: The Eureka Oath


“(Peter Lalor) knelt down, the head uncovered, and with right hand pointing to the standard, exclaimed in a measured tone: ‘We swear by the Southern Cross to stand truly by each other to defend our rights and liberties. A universal well-rounded Amen was the determined reply.”
– Raffaello Carboni (1817-1875), the author of the main eyewitness account of the Eureka Stockade, writing about the oath taken by Peter Lalor, leader of the rebelling miners, on the 29.11.1854, the evening before the assault by Government troops.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Australiana: Cook shoots a local


(A further item from last year's Australia Day).

On 29 April 1770 Captain James Cook first stepped ashore at what is now Kurnell in what is now Australia and immediately shot one of the indigenous population for throwing a stone, setting the tone for black-white relations for the next 238 years until Kevin Rudd said sorry.

From Cook’s journal:

Sunday, 29th.
In the P.M. wind Southerly and Clear weather, with which we stood into the bay and Anchored under the South shore about 2 miles within the Entrance in 5 fathoms, the South point bearing South-East and the North point East. Saw, as we came in, on both points of the bay, several of the Natives and a few hutts; Men, Women, and Children on the South Shore abreast of the Ship, to which place I went in the Boats in hopes of speaking with them, accompanied by Mr. Banks, Dr. Solander, and Tupia. As we approached the Shore they all made off, except 2 Men, who seem’d resolved to oppose our landing. As soon as I saw this I order’d the boats to lay upon their Oars, in order to speak to them; but this was to little purpose, for neither us nor Tupia could understand one word they said. We then threw them some nails, beads, etc., a shore, which they took up, and seem’d not ill pleased with, in so much that I thought that they beckon’d to us to come ashore; but in this we were mistaken, for as soon as we put the boat in they again came to oppose us,

Australiana: Under the Southern Cross I Stand


On a day celebrating all things Oz, and at a time when there is ongoing debate about our flag and anthem (and I place on record that I hate the inane lyric “Our home is girt by sea”), it is appropriate to repeat and amplify an item posted last Australia Day, the victory song of the Australian Cricket Team.  I came across it again as I was transferring old posts to this blog.
The words to the song are:
"Under the Southern Cross I stand
A sprig of wattle in my hand
A native of my native land
Australia, you f***ing beauty"