99 Word Flash Fiction: Giving a Voice

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This year is the fiftieth anniversary of the Freedom Rides which exposed the violent racism, the living conditions and welfare gaps for indigenous people and stood against strong opposition. These were led for the first time by an aboriginal Charlie Perkins who was also the first indigenous university graduate and went on later to be a member of parliament.

The sixties saw important changes for Aboriginal people as they gained the right to vote in 1967, obtained citizenship (until this time they could not obtain a passport ), equal pay (after a strike at Wave Hill in 1966) and a start was made in winning back their rights to THEIR land and preservation of their culture.

Despite huge inroads being made racism is still evident and more aboriginal people are unemployed and in jail,  although aboriginals represent only 3% of the total population more than 28% of the jail inmates are aboriginal. These figures should cause national shame – instead our present government has decided to cut funding for legal services for our indigenous population hitting the very people that need it most. Do they feel safe doing this because our indigenous don’t have a loud voice?

Patricia stood on the picket line next to Lilly holding her hand. Black in white. It hadn’t always been this way. In the sixties Patricia remembered she avoided Lilly, the bully of  the playground. to avoid the bashing Lilly always gave her. 

Her mother told her “Abbos are born with a chip on their shoulders.”  

Patricia believed her, then. Her Mum was always right. That was until she found out about the violent racism, welfare disparities, stolen generation, no right to vote or land. 

She sighed. Not much had changed. “Stop the cuts to indigenous legal services” she yelled.

 

In response to Charli’s 99 word prompt where Charli invites you to join the rough writers with a short piece or read those that are written. The prompt this week is

March 18, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story to reveal a characters symptoms. It can be something the character is oblivious to, or terrified about. It can be a character concerned for a pet or a motorcycle. The symptoms can be what ails society. Go where the prompt leads. Or sleep on it, and see what a dream brings to you!

Respond by March 24, 2015 to be included in the weekly compilation.Rules are here. All writers are welcome!

 

 

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Sunday Stills the Next Challenge: Rivers and Creeks 2 local 2 nearby

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The Mary River is less than half an hours drive to the North of us at Noosaville as it starts its life in the Sunshine Coast and meanders through the Mary Valley eventually reaching Maryborough where it continues on to sea coming out on the mainland near Fraser Island. It is home to 150 rare and threatened plant and animal species including several frogs, Coxen’s fig parrot, the Mary River Turtle and Mary river Cod, Qld Lung Fish, giant spiny crayfish and numerous butterflys.  One crocodile has made its way to the Mary River but I believe it was captured and returned to the north.

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The Noosa River arises in the ranges of the Great Sandy National Park and meanders through the lake district entering the sea at the Spit at Noosa Heads. This river is a 7 minute walk from where I live and the river is a wonderful peaceful place to be despite this part of the river being popular with boaties, tourists, paddle boarders, swimmers, dog walkers, fishermen and pelicans.

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View of the Noosa River from Mt Tinbeerwah.

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Weyba Creek is my local river less than a minutes walk from my house. It is a dog leash free area so the river is often full of dogs and humans cooling off. It is a tidal creek and arises from Lake Weyba,  a huge lake, and joins the Noosa river before flowing to the sea. At low tide it is possible to walk across to the sand island but at high tide you would have to be prepared to get wet. The channel on the other side of the island is deeper so motorised craft don’t often enter this area of the river. Lake Weyba itself is a very shallow lake which is an important breeding ground for many fish and animals.

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The Brisbane River to our south is the river which flows through the capital of Queensland. It is the longest river in South East Queensland arising in Mount Stanley and entering the sea at Moreton Bay. Brisbane has made superb use of the river with a river park in the centre of the city.

In response to Ed’s Sunday Stills Challenge

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Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge:

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Finally we had the dinner Roger should have had on his birthday. The meal at Pitchfork Perigian Beach was nothing but superb. I have requested of Roger that he replicate the entree and the dessert for us to add to our menu at home. He’ll do that – he is incredibly talented when it comes to cooking and most of our meals are ones we liked at restaurants that he has gone home and replicated. It must be something to do with taste buds. Mine take in an overall taste – great, nice, okay, not so good, bad. His seem to say tarragon, touch of soy, and he’ll list off the ingredients he can taste. He then goes home and puts it together himself and I’m the lucky recipient.

The reason this has made it into odd ball is because the green persian fairy floss made me immediately think of a person – odd.

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Shadow Shot Sunday: Playgrounds of the Old Fashioned Type

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This is the playground equipment of my youth. I can remember holding onto the bars that are under the domed hat and running like mad, gathering speed until eventually there was no need to run. We’d bend our legs at 90 degrees at the knees and fly around until eventually it slowed and we again had to put our legs to the ground and run. Always in the playground you would hear childish screams of delight as you went faster. Only in Queensland would you expect to see these old-fashioned playgrounds, this one steeped in shadows.

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Roger said he could still do it but as the area under the hat was solid he couldn’t get under to hold the bars.

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This one in Queensland is a smaller version of the one we used to play on in New York as children in the fifties. (below)

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I was impressed with the clever use of the lay of the land in the placement of this slippery dip. These are still able to be seen in most playgrounds.

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Even in the fifties as we returned from New York to Australia via Britain the ship “The Strathnaver” had a slippery slide to keep the children happily occupied.

In response to Shadow Shot Sunday 2

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Silent Sunday: Imbil

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Fresh Food in three countries

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(11 photos) I took this photo last weekend at our local Farmers market in Noosa Australia. It is a hive of activity and community. People buy their organically grown meat, fish and veggies whilst others meet for some of the wonderfully fresh food and coffee that is also sold. Some do both. For us it is a three-minute walk through the park and many Sundays will find us here.

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On the island of Tanna in Vanuatu we remembered what life was like before refrigeration. In our early days we had a gas bar fridge not large enough to store meat, fish and veggies so we bought or caught everything fresh as required. We’d take dinner orders at lunch to give us the time to do the necessary catching of lobsters and fish or slaughtering of chickens. The market, held twice a week, sold only those fruit and vegetables currently in season. This differs only from other fresh food markets in that there are no supermarkets to obtain the food not available at the market. Potato season was my favourite and we were sad to see it go.

 

In Vietnam the markets were much more confronting with eyes staring out at you, heads ensuring there is no doubt what the meat once was and long scraggly legs.

In all three places the markets are a place of community, chatter and laughter and a place where fresh is best.

Prepared for weekly photo challenge

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Friday Fictioneers: Sharing the Load

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“I’m sick of lugging wood for the barbie. I have to get it from the gully. I’ve picked up any nearby. It’s too hard. I’m not doing it anymore. You want a barbecue you get the timber.”

Hamish listened, nodding as she ranted. “Okay. I get your point. I’ll think about it.” Months passed. There were no barbecues and the moss grew on the unused bush kitchen and fountain.

“We’ll barbecue tonight.” he said. “Meet you there.”

She waited. Still no wood. A donkey pulling a cart of firewood  entered the clearing, followed by Hamish smiling broadly.

In response to the above photo prompt posted by Rochelle for this Friday’s 100 word prompt. All welcome to enter and even more welcome to read the other entries.

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Skywatch Friday: 20th March 2015 Noosaville 5:47 pm

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International Happiness Day: Let’s Sing a Love Song

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Happiness is essential for well-being and is recognised by the United Nations as being essential for our well-being although our society has increasingly developed a lifestyle which is isolating to people . Money and Possessions don’t make people happy. It is their connectedness to other people.

Some good tips are given in the happiness pack which I am sharing before looking at one problem — drug addiction.

People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

__ Maya Angelou

Ten Ways to Make yourself Happy  – a GREAT DREAM and easy to remember.

Give, Relate, exercise, Appreciate the world around you, Try out new things

Direction (having purpose), Resilience, Emotion, Acceptance (of yourself), Meaning (be part of a community)

Today Take Some Action:

Do something kind for others

Volunteer your time, energy or skills

Get to know neighbours better

Understand each other’s Needs

Look for the good in those around you

I have written posts on Happiness here and here and here but today I’m going to write on something that we could do to  make a difference to not only one sector of society but I would argue to society in general. That is how we deal with our growing drug problem. I read an article (sadly I neither remember where or what the article was called as I would like to reference this) where the sentiments expressed I have not forgotten and I’d like to pass on to you on International Happiness Day a way forward into the future. 

It is now over 100 years since drugs were first legislated against. We’ve been waging a war against them ever since and we are now informed by the United Nations that over 200,000 people die each year from drug addiction. World Health Organisation has predicted that this will only increase as the developing world takes on a more and more western style society. What can we do to stem this tide of meaningless deaths and the associated cost to society.  Is our current strategy that is obviously not working the right strategy? The question we need to ask is “What causes drug addiction to start?”

This is easy to answer for of course  the answer is drugs. Take drugs for a number of days and the chemical hooks of the drug will grab you and, if you try to stop you will have cravings and you would be addicted.

This was shown to be true in an experiment carried out on rats in the sixties. A rat was put in a cage with two water choices. One pure water and the other water laced with drugs. The results were that ninety percent of the rats tested drank the drugged water until they died. This experiment was used for years to show the dangers of drug taking.

In the seventies another scientist Bruce Alexander saw flaws in this experiment and set up his own. He had noticed that life in the rat cage was solitary and boring. He set up Alexander Rat Park where the rats had playmates, items to play with, stimulation and the best food possible in addition to the two choices of water. He found that although the rats tried the drugged water their life was too good and they shunned it, consuming less than a quarter of the drug than the isolated lonely rats.

At the same time there was an equivalent although unintentional human experiment occurring. The Vietnam War. It was feared that the 20% of American soldiers who became heroin addicts whilst stationed in Vietnam would pose a huge public health risk on their return to America. This proved not so. 95% without rehab shed their addiction on their return. They had left the bad cage for the good cage and no longer wanted the drugs.

Alexander went on to run further experiments. He isolated a rat in the boring cage and after an addiction of 57 days replaced it in the good cage to find that after minor withdrawal symptoms the rats no longer chose the drugs and returned to a normal life. He concluded that it is not the brain being chemically addicted but rather which cage you find yourself in as to whether you will suffer with addiction or not. A good cage can save you.

This can be seen too by the medical use of pain killers. A patient may be given drugs for several months and on return home they don’t carry an addiction with them and go out trying to buy the drug illicitly. They return to their life. This is in comparison to a street user who will be addicted in much less time.

This has huge implications for addiction generally. A psychologist, Professor Cohen says we all need to bond and form connections. If we can’t connect we will connect with drugs or a poker machine.

The solution therefore is not to wage a war against drugs. Rather it is to offer human connection to the addicted person. I can hear you saying “but the chemical hooks?” Where I ask you are the chemical hooks in a poker machine or a roulette wheel, in a dog or horse race? Why do only a small percentage of smokers manage to give up cigarettes despite supplying the chemical in the form of patches?

It is time that we rethink our treatment of drug addiction. Forget putting people in jail (the bad rat cage) but rather aim treatment at reforming human connection. We need to ensure affordable housing, and jobs to give back purpose to their lives. We need to be warm and welcoming. Portugal who has decriminalized drugs has seen after an initial slight rise a decrease of around 50% in drug use.

It won’t be easy. Firstly, the politicians need to be convinced. For them to be convinced we have to change our attitudes. We have to open our hearts and learn to love those addicted, working to social reform. That is their only hope and possibly the only hope of society generally as we live in a more and more isolated environment. Forget the war on drugs. Instead of chanting war songs, lets sing the songs of love.

 # international happiness Day

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Black and White Sunday: Tribe

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We lived on the island of Tanna (that has just been severely hit by Cyclone Pam) for several years in the nineties. The local peoples lives were certainly lived in tribal (family ) groups each headed by a Chief. The circumscision ceremony was held when the boys returned to the village after having been held in the bush for three months with only the men for company. The procedure is performed by the ‘Clever’ (witchdoctor) with a sharpened piece of cane when the boys are three to eight years old. My time on Tanna is the subject of my memoir  Nightmare in Paradise which is in its last edit.

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In response to Black and White Sunday

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