The Wide Brown Land for Me?

Uluru climbers

(This article was first published in Eremos magazine in February 2001. It was also published on “On Line Opinion” (http://www.onlineopinion.com.au/) on September 4th, 2015.)

It is not uncommon to hear the comment from Australians who have visited the Outback – even from those of no particular religious bent – that it was in some way a spiritual experience. In particular, being in the vicinity of Uluru is often characterised as engendering a special feeling of a more or less religious kind. Having travelled extensively in Central Australia over the past thirty years, I can attest to having had these feelings frequently. Every time I see Uluru, I find it hard not to become tearful.

What should we make of these reactions?

I write this as a non-indigenous Australian. I use the words “we” and “us” to refer to me and my kind.

It could be dismissed as nothing more than Australians, particularly those who live in the cities, getting a bit emotional about anything that provides a vivid reminder of what is distinctive about being an Aussie. Sitting in your car at the traffic lights doesn’t provide that, but seeing a few of those startlingly red sand hills in the Red Centre does. Enjoying a latte at the local caf doesn’t, but unexpectedly getting to sniff a few crushed gum leaves when you’re in some out-of-the-way place overseas does.

I feel certain that this view is too cynical. We do need to have a sense of who we are among the peoples of the world. As non-indigenous Australians, particularly if we’ve been here for at least two or three generations, we lack the national historical identity that comes with being a Greek or a Scot or a Russian or a Korean. But the feeling I’m talking about is not so much one of comparing and contrasting ourselves with others, but rather one of respect and wonderment and a sense of the overwhelming aspects of nature.

English theologian Don Cupitt tells a story of climbing a mountain, and nearing the peak, hearing another solitary climber who was quite oblivious to his approach, say “I’m so grateful”. For me, that goes close to encapsulating the feeling that can be brought on by seeing a gibber plain stretching to the horizon, or the baffling “many heads” of Katatjuta (The Olgas), or the ancient waterless course of the Finke River, or a carpet of poached egg daisies covering a sand hill after rain.

But still, there’s something more. When I look out across a landscape near Wagga or Winton or Wilpena, I have a subtly different feeling to that when I do the same somewhere overseas. It’s not to do with any particular aspect of the vista such as the gum trees or the weather or the galahs, it’s not even to do with whether I’m familiar with the actual area – it’s to do with being at home. I suspect this is an inkling of the Aboriginal notion of being owned by the land.

It was commonly assumed by the Europeans who came to Australia that assimilation was a one-way street: Aborigines had to adapt to European culture, not the other way round. This has proved to be a particularly gross piece of cultural imperialism in respect of attitudes to the land, since the Aboriginal people had had at least 40,000 years’ experience in dealing with Australia’s unique ecosystem. Our tendency to ignore the wisdom embedded in Aboriginal culture – and in general it has been a matter of ignoring rather than evaluating and rejecting – has been a national loss.

It is useful to consider the relationship to the land which the early European settlers brought with them. Britain in particular had virtually nothing corresponding even vaguely to the Australian bush, let alone the outback. Strenuous efforts were made by settlers to reproduce the “home” landscape in Australia (even to the extent of a few rabbits and foxes!) It is only in the last couple of decades that a suburban garden consisting of native trees, shrubs and grasses has become an acceptable idea. The “desert” and the “wilderness”, both of which carried biblical associations of a generally negative kind, were to be either avoided, or conquered and transformed. “Good” land was fertile and well-watered, with a temperate climate.

The eighteenth and nineteenth centuries brought forth a few European advocates for the beauty and value of wild, as opposed to “civilized” places, and these can perhaps be seen as the forerunners of the ecology movements of the late twentieth century. Rousseau argued that modern man should incorporate some primitive qualities into his distorted “civilized” lifestyle. Alexis de Tocqueville, when visiting the United States, expressed a desire to travel for pleasure into the virgin forest, but it was hard to convince his American hosts that his real interests lay in matters other than lumber getting or land speculation. Lord Byron was an outspoken and influential advocate for the solitude of wild places. In the US, Thoreau provided an eloquent defence of the virtues of a blend of refinement and wildness. But such views did not gain wide acceptance until much later.

The European exploration of Australia was driven primarily by a desire to find and exploit productive land. Those who subsequently took up the challenge to farm the areas thus opened up found themselves locked in a struggle, sometimes literally to the death, with the vagaries of weather and the tyranny of distance. The notion of the land as a fickle and dangerous adversary was reinforced. The idea of one’s person being in some way identified with the land was (understandably) not immediately obvious to those who struggled through drought and flood and rabbit plague.

More recent times with greater opportunities for travel have given many Australians a much greater exposure to the Outback – the Australian “wilderness”. There has also come to be a heightened awareness of the nature and value of Aboriginal culture, particularly through the reconciliation movement. Peter Read’s book Belonging: Australians, Place and Aboriginal Ownership (Cambridge University Press, 2000) is a good example of our increasing sensitivity to indigenous issues. He raises a question – relatively unheard of 50 years ago – that as non-indigenous Australians we cannot avoid: “I wonder whether I really belong.”

Even though they found themselves in an environment strikingly different to what they were used to, the British settlers would in the main have had no doubts about this. The country to which they came was in their minds terra nullius. They brought with them, as they thought, a vastly superior culture, spiritual truth, and advanced technology. There was no expectation that any natives encountered would have anything whatsoever to contribute in any of these three areas.

I have the impression that gradually – very gradually – we are assimilating aspects of Aboriginal culture and spirituality, a process that could be encouraged and accelerated. Although we may have difficulty verbalising it, we do feel a degree of oneness with the land. This is most likely to be felt in bush or outback areas, because it’s mainly here that we have the chance to see sizable domains of nature unadorned by human artifice. It’s a kind of return to Eden, with maybe a sense of prelapsarian innocence. It feels like having front-row seats at the Creation, before the addition of Coke cans and plastic wrappers. The mind is gradually cleared of the clutter and urgency we normally load into it. The blazing night sky can make the finer points of sectarian theology seem totally inconsequential.

Identifying with Australia is made easier by virtue of it being an island. Even though I am Sydney born and bred, I feel the land which owns me stretching to the tip of Cape York, and to the edge of the cliffs along the Great Australian Bight. (Tasmania presents a small problem. What if it seceded?) French people and Americans may have difficulty with this concept, since their nations have arbitrary borders which have been varied in relatively recent times. Our land is an ancient entity.

I’m sure that for some, a respect for the culture of the Aboriginal people who have lived in this land for thousands of generations can provide an inkling of what it means for us to be owned by the land rather than the other way around. And what a land it is that owns us!

To my mind, this growing respect for the validity of Aboriginal ways provides an argument in favour of a treaty (Makarrata), which could do much, quite apart from the potential benefits to Aboriginal people, to establish legitimacy for our relationship with indigenous people, and hence our right to feel “at home”. There is surely a sense in which we cannot reasonably claim to be at home in Australia until such a treaty exists.

I am reminded of an incident a few years ago when I took a group of Aboriginal people from Broome who were visiting Sydney for the first time for a drive to Sydney’s North Head. We walked from the car park to the lookout along a formed path through the dense native vegetation. The sign in the car park advised us of the penalties for breaking any of the numerous local rules, including the prohibition on removal of any flowers or vegetation. My “visitors” didn’t read the sign, and, as they walked, plucked a few liberal sprigs from some of the shrubs and examined them closely. I felt awkward, but sensed how ludicrous it would have been for me to tell them that this was against the law! I was conscious that relative to them, I was not at home.

Encounters with indigenous people who maintain a traditional relationship with the land are always inspiring. A visit to the remarkable Dalhousie Springs in the north of South Australia a couple of years ago was made memorable by the opportunity to chat at some length with the Aboriginal custodian, who was much more concerned to preserve the springs from the insensitivities of visitors than to collect the park fees.

Of course, some would agree with David Tacey: “We have not only stolen Aboriginal land, destroyed the tribal culture, raped the women and the environment, but we now ask for their spirituality as well.” (Edge of the Sacred, HarperCollins, 1995, pp. 132-3) But given that the events of the last two centuries are not going to be reversed, surely the best option is to look for a path of mutual appreciation and drawing closer together. Assimilation of aspects of Aboriginal culture and spirituality by non-indigenous Australians does not deprive or disadvantage Aborigines any more than my becoming a Hindu would deprive or disadvantage existing Hindus. Rather, it is an acknowledgement of the worth of the culture of the first Australians.

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About dazzlerplus

Writing about the things that interest me helps me to discover what I think. One of my loves is the Australian Outback, and I travel out there often, and when possible take friends with me.
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13 Responses to The Wide Brown Land for Me?

  1. Tony Dew says:

    WOW!!! A powerful article!

  2. Carmel says:

    Beautifully written. I really enjoyed this.

  3. Kate says:

    Thanks bobby dazzler. I liked hearing about your sense of being owned by the land – and how that sensitivity to the awesome power of being held by and in country is humbling.

    This fundamental principal of belonging rather than ownership seems to be just one branch of the complexity of Aborignal and Torres Strait Islander lore. It would seem at this time in history we would do well to start fully listening and learning.

    Always was, always will be.

  4. Chris says:

    Great article, may your axle stay clear of mud and your tires stay full of air.

  5. Great post. I too have felt the sacred spirit of the outback. I’m Australian but a very new one. I think any human being must be in awe in these wide open spaces. It touches a fundamental nerve. For me, it was only when I had seen the red centre that I started to have an understanding of indigenous culture.

    • dazzlerplus says:

      Thanks, Deb. And, as I’m sure you’ve discovered, part of the secret of really appreciating the Outback is to get away from the “improvements” — the luxury resorts, the sealed roads, etc. so that you can soak up the isolation, the antiquity, the vastness, and grow to love it. Bobby Dazzler (aka Rob Brennan)

  6. Reblogged this on Big Red Bit and commented:
    I thought I’d share this powerful article with you. Anyone who has been into the red centre will understand what Bobby is saying here. The outback is like nowhere else on earth. It inspires awe and wonder, and for Australians – both indigenous and more recent settlers – a fierce pride.

  7. Walking around the base of Uluru felt like a religious experience. I am so happy to hear that others felt the same way!

  8. richard kessling says:

    You might enjoy some thoughts on aboriginal Britain. Feller called Ray Mears:-

    As a child of triple displacement (with a dilletante’s interest in pre-history), I am, perhaps particularly, concious that concepts of gods and ownership and belonging are, in the scheme of things, as transient as a Dulo or a Zhou dynasty, but more particularly as that of an empire on which the sun never sets, or indeed more fleetingly on a thousand year reich. We expunge contemplation and knowledge born of belonging to country, by subsuming ourselves to ideology, faith, and/or nation, and engaging in the battles thus engendered.

    Sic transit Bunjil.

    Faith in the goodness of most.

    Richard

  9. Mandy says:

    Rob, this article really resonates with me and gives some reasons to why I stay here on the farm when droughts and other torments drag me down. It is that oneness with the land.

    Also this would be a powerful article to see in mainstream media given all the Adam Goodes hype in recent weeks.

    Thanks for sharing

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