Stan Grant - On Identity
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Stan Grant is a self-identified Indigenous Australian who counts himself among the Wiradjuri, Kamilaroi, Dharrawal and Irish. His identities embrace all and exclude none. He is a multi-award-winning journalist and foreign correspondent who has covered the worlds biggest stories of the past three decades. He has worked for the ABC, SBS, CNN, Seven Network and SKY News. Grant published the bestselling Talking to My Country (2016), which won the Walkley Book Award, and he also won a Walkley award for his coverage of Indigenous affairs. In 2016 he was appointed to the Referendum Council for Indigenous Recognition.
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Stan Grant
MELBOURNE UNIVERSITY PRESS
An imprint of Melbourne University Publishing Limited
Level 1, 715 Swanston Street, Carlton, Victoria 3053, Australia
www.mup.com.au
First published 2019
Text Stan Grant, 2019
Design and typography Melbourne University Publishing Limited, 2019
This book is copyright. Apart from any use permitted under the Copyright Act 1968 and subsequent amendments, no part may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted by any means or process whatsoever without the prior written permission of the publishers.
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Printed in Australia by McPhersons Printing Group
9780522875522 (paperback)
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T here are women behind me and I can hear them talking.
Im sure Im related to him, one says.
Yes, replies the other, through your grandmotherthat was his grandfathers sister.
Its me theyre talking about. I have come here to a place where my father and grandfather were born, a place that I could call my countrya physical space and a state of mind. It is a place far older than what we call Australia, so old that my kinship doesnt run in a straight line but moves in ever-widening circles. I am here to talk about identitywhat it is to belong. And it starts with family.
When I turn around they smile and, even though I have never met them, I see faces I have known all my life.
Im your Great Aunty Ems granddaughter, one says.
The other is the granddaughter of my Great Aunty Liz. Elizabeth Knight and Emma Merritt were both my grandfathers sisters.
These women are doing what people I call my own always do, something that is hardwired in us: mapping our family, connecting me to them. Put two or more of us together and it is the first question asked: Where are you from, who are your people? It is genealogy, but it is more than that. It is survival.
We all do this in our own waypeople everywhere. It is the family crest, the clans tartan, a sepia-tinged photograph, a convict ships manifest, a long-dead soldiers pocket book, the tattooed wrists of the death campstangible proof, because we so need it. We are not just alive now but alive for all time. Once a distant ancestor would have carved the outline of an animal on a wall or traced her handprint, so that some day someone would see it and know that who was here mattered. We do this because we know the truth: all things must pass; time and death are unstoppable. We live with impermanence, we will go, all of us, and so we seek to cheat it all, to tell ourselves that we were here before and will be here again.
The science that has given us the power to obliterate humankind has also given us the gift of eternity. Now we can push back even beyond shared memory, following our bloodline into all corners of the globe. We have decoded the human genome, a scientific book of Genesis that reveals who begat who until we reach our mythical Adam and Eve. We buy DNA kits that tell us we are never who we think we arethe Italian woman who discovers she is Ashkenazi Jew; the Scotsman surprised that he has long-lost relatives in Kenya; the African-American who is as much Norwegian and Navajo.
There are three billion letters in our genetic code and almost all of them are identical. The scientific truth is 99.9 per cent of our DNA is similar to everyone else. Think about that, all of our difference, all of the things we hold trueor at least we think they arecontained in that fraction of a per cent. What horrors we have committed in that tiny space between us: those wars, slavery based on race, conquest and colonisation. But that tiny space between us has given us such beauty too: art and language and music, new words for God, new ways of explaining our universe. All that brings colour to a grey world.
Michelangelo knew something when he painted the Sistine Chapel. He left a space between those outstretched hands of God and Adam. Before scientists had measured the distance, Michelangelo gave us that space to find ourselves. That space we call our world is the phenomenological world of philosopher Immanuel Kantwe bring into being only what we know, it is through our experience we understand. But the world can also be too much for us. Albert Camus knew this world as the absurd. Understanding the world for a man, the French philosopher and author wrote, is reducing it to the human. Camus wondered of who and of what can we truly say, I know that. I know my heart; I can feel that; it exists. He said, This world I can touch, and I likewise judge that it exists. There ends all my knowledge, and the rest is construction.
And the rest is construction.
We have entered the world of identitythat fraction of DNA, that space between the hands of God and Adam. That space holds the battle for power, our politics or ideology, our faith or our atheism, all our love and hate. In that space we become strangers, even strangers to ourselves. In that space, says Camus, is all of our absurdity, and the absurd becomes God and the inability to understand becomes the existence that illuminates everything.
In a perfect world I would have no need to write of identity, but the world is not perfect and identity is one of the reasons why. It consumes me. It is the thing I must write about if I am to be free to write about anything else. There is no other way; identity was foisted on me before I could even choose what I wanted to be. There were names for people like meAborigine, half-caste, Aboriginal, Indigenousand many more that I wont repeat here because to do so would only give them power and those names have caused enough damage already. It is enough to know that I am none of those things, even if at times I have had to be all of those things.
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