The System is the Crime
The following writing is inspired by a post written by Gabrielle Rahman, a beautiful djugan/yawuru/jabirr-jabirr
July 13, 2025
- Walking ArchivesWe carry more than we realise. In the quiet of our bones, in the rhythm of our hearts,we hold generations upon generations of knowledge and experience.We are walking archives, living, breathing USB sticksof everything our people have seen, felt, learned, and survived. We may not know the names of those who came before us,or the […]
- The Village we ForgotIn that village, boys grew into men not by accident, but by being shown the way. A way lit by stories at dusk, by firelight reflections, by the steady guidance of those who had walked before them. And girls grew into women through the care of aunties and grandmothers, who taught them how to tend […]
- The Space BetweenThere are moments between people, especially those who care deeply, where something invisible, yet powerful, rises to the surface. It isn’t always logic, or intention, or even the heart’s desire that leads the way. Sometimes, it is the body. The past. The imprint of what came before. The space between.
- The System is the CrimeThe following writing is inspired by a post written by Gabrielle Rahman, a beautiful djugan/yawuru/jabirr-jabirr woman living in Broome in Western Australia. I stayed with her family whilst in the area and was gifted with connection and embraced into the land via their care, sharing and walking Country together. There are direct words from Gabrielle […]
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