The Pilgrim Year 7 class has just completed their Library unit on the Stolen Generation. During the course of the unit, we looked at various types of literature including three film clips, the Archie Roach song, Took the Children Away, Janeen Brian’s non-fiction text Pilawuk and the picture book Down the Hole by Edna Tantjingu Williams. These are the poems the children created as their final reflections.
Stolen Generation Perspectives
Parents
What are they doing?
I don’t understand.
I feel like I need to hit one of them.
Please, please don’t.
What are they doing?
I don’t understand.
Why do THIS!
My children are safe here.
Not there.
What are they doing?
I don’t understand.
Policeman
Screaming is all I hear.
They’re innocent.
What am I doing?
What have I done?
The father took a swing at me.
I hate my job.
What am I doing?
What have I done?
I took them away from their mum and dad.
But all the children should be with their families.
What am I doing?
What have I done?
Children
Don’t take me away!
What have I done?
I want to stay here.
Will they hurt me?
Don’t take me away!
What I done?
I love my family more.
I don’t like this
Don’t take me away!
What have I done?
Jonathan Penney
Policeman:
It is for the best
That’s what I’ve been told
You will thank me
As you grow old
Families look at me
As if I’m doing something wrong
Why can’t we leave them?
To live how they live
Instead of doing this
And ruining one’s soul
Child:
Here we go again
Another child gone
My sister screams
All I hear is a thud
The engine I hear
Then I see
My sister
She’s no longer next to me
Here we again
Another child gone
Mum:
Why must they take them
When they are my own
It breaks my heart
To see them go
But still they are taken
To be put in someone’s home
If only they knew
The pain they us through
Then maybe just maybe
They would let us go
Sam Michael
Mum
I’m in my house, trying to stop them taking my children away.
They take them anyway.
I’m on the floor crying.
I can’t stop.
I want a say in this.
It’s unfair.
Why are they doing this?
Dad
I’m holding on to my children.
I turn around.
I see my wife on the floor crying.
I say that they’re not taking them away.
They don’t listen.
They put them in a truck.
I run after it.
I run out of breath.
I have to stop.
They will come back.
I know it.
Children
They’re here!
They’re going to take us away.
I see dad and mum crying as they put us in the truck.
Dad is running after it.
I know he won’t catch up.
He stops he is crying on the floor.
I say to him. “I will find you someday I promise”.
Then I’m gone.
Izzy Proctor
Policeman
I’m only doing my job
I never knew why
My heart sank
I went out with my partner
I came from Europe to work
The trouble had started
I took a child
And saw their face
Crying, confused
All I think about was…
What have I done…?
Why?
Dad
Why?
What if it was your child taken away from you?
I can’t explain it It’s too much to bear
As I shove him away,
A gush of blood runs down my face
Why?
As I look over to my wife…
Tears pour down my face.
Then I realise that my eyes are watering too
Why?
Child
No
What?
Father told me they’re here
In OUR village?
What did they want?
Why have they come?
I see white men
With their guns
Pointing at my mother and father
He’s about to fire
BANG!
Tears run down my mother’s face like a waterfall in spring
The white men look around.
One of them spot me in the bushes
He yells “found one!”
I run
I run as fast as I can,
But by the time I stop,
They’ve got me surrounded.
As they throw me into the truck,
I weep
And I whisper, “I will come back mother, I will.”
The engine roars noisily
The men laugh loudly
Gone
Lilly Morton
Children:
MUM!
I’m scared
Help
Sad
Heartbroken
Stolen
Gone
Policeman:
It’s my job.
I don’t mean to hurt you
I am doing what’s right
Or am I
Maybe I shouldn’t
But I have to
It’s my job
Parents:
Where are the kids
Quick hide them
Don’t touch my kids
Please, don’t
How would you like it?
I am begging you….
Everything will be alright, I promise
I love you
Foster family:
I’m sorry
I’m your mum now
Don’t be scared
Everything will be alright
It’ll be fun
I’ll take care of you
This is your new family
Ella Topham
Children
Happy, playing, laughter
One minute I’m in my mother’s arms
The next, I’m screaming crying
Dad’s chasing furiously after the policeman
The policeman shakes him off while I’m still screaming
I’m brought to a new home
White people surround me
I meet my new family
I’ taken to this place called school
Lonely, sad, left out
Dad
Talking with my friends
Suddenly I heard a scream
I race over to my wife
The policeman is taking the baby
I think, “This can’t be happening!”
I’m running my legs off after him
He’s too fast for me
I lose him
I run back to my wife
I comfort her
I start crying too
Mum
Playing with the baby
A car approaches
A policeman steps out
He steals the baby
I don’t know what to do
I scream for help
My husband comes racing over
My friends comfort me
I’m crying my head off
Only child I’ve had
Why are they doing this?
Our child is gone
Tobin Dolman
Police
Another day at work…
Taking kids away.
I don’t want to do it.
I have to.
It’s my job.
Taking them away
Can’t I help them?
Why must I do it?
I don’t want to steal their kids.
Parents
Where are the kids?
I can’t find them.
Are they safe?
Where are they?
I see people walking away?
They are missionary workers.
They’re here…here to take them.
I try to save them.
I can’t.
I tried.
But they’re gone.
Gone.
Children
Every day is different…full of change.
What is going to happen today?
Am I going to be safe?
Or am I not?
What will I do if I do go?
Will I see my parents again or not?
I’m scared.
Afraid.
Help.
By Sophie L
Policeman:
New order,
“Take the Aboriginal Children”
Got into the truck
Drove
Got out
Ran for a hut
Stopped
Why must I do this?
But I’d better
Or else I will be fired
Otherwise I can’t live
Anymore,
Ran in,
Got punched,
Pushed the father,
Grabbed the child,
Ran,
Drove away,
Job Done,
Why did I do this?
Father:
Normal day,
Heard a truck,
A shiver of fear,
Heard gun fire,
Screaming families,
I hid my child,
Man came in,
I punched him,
He pushed me,
Took my child,
I ran,
I tripped and fell,
He was gone,
Never came back.
Child:
Eating,
Dad pushed me,
Away into hiding,
Dad punched the man,
Dad got pushed by the man,
The man got closer,
Got closer,
And closer,
He grabbed me,
I kicked,
I screamed,
He still had me,
I saw dad running after,
He tripped,
And fell,
The man was in a sprint,
Up and down,
Up and down,
I almost shook free,
Gone,
He took me,
I ended up in somewhere strange,
Very strange,
Where are my parents?
Ethan Gill