Keith Windschuttle
Editor-in-chief
Editor, Quadrant Magazine
keithwindschuttle@quadrant.org.au
A general hostility to irrationalism, superstition and customary practices reminiscent of the dark past, if not actually descended from it, made impassioned believers of the Enlightenment, such as liberals, socialists and communists, unreceptive to traditions, old or novel. Socialists … found themselves acquiring an annual May Day without quite knowing how; National Socialists exploited such occasions with liturgical sophistication and zeal and a conscious manipulation of symbols.
— Eric Hobsbawm, The Invention of Tradition (1983)
In 2012 I wrote an article criticising the undeservedly flattering obituaries published on the death of the English Marxist historian Eric Hobsbawm. However, I omitted to mention the best piece of writing Hobsbawm ever produced. The Invention of Tradition, a book he co-edited in 1983, has gone through eleven reprints and is still in print forty years later. Hobsbawm, his co-editor Terence Ranger and four other historians presented essays that demonstrated many social and cultural traditions popularly assumed to be hundreds or even thousands of years old were actually invented in the modern era for shrewd political purposes. In a world transformed by the industrial revolution in Europe and by imperialism abroad, ruling elites invented rituals, ceremonies and cultural traditions to help mould the behaviour of their subjects to new environments.
Readers of the book found that the Scottish kilts, bagpipes and clan tartans did not have their origins in the mists of time but were devised by Scottish nationalists relatively recently. In India and Africa, imperial powers invented traditions that helped supplant local structures of authority and legitimised foreign subordination of colonised peoples. The high point of British “invented tradition” was the 1870s, when the parliament finally became politically supreme and devised a new ceremonial role for the monarchy, reviving some long disused older ceremonies and “mass-producing” several new ones as mechanisms to generate loyalty and social unity in an era of rapid change.
Although Hobsbawm acknowledged that the ill-informed subjects sometimes devised traditions of their own as defensive cultural weapons, such as the May Day parades of trade unionists, it was mostly the bad guys of history who resorted to such tactics. Hobsbawm denounced the latter: “The success of nineteenth-century Tory factory masters in Lancashire (as distinct from Liberal Ones) in using such old ties to advantage shows that they were still there to be used — even in the unprecedented environment of the industrial town.”
Then, as now, he argued, it was essential to understand and demystify these tactics so that socialists and liberal progressives could overcome such ritualistic appeals to irrationalism and superstition, and let the light of reason shine through.
Yet in modern Australia, the political Left has taken the opposite turn. Wherever Labor governments have gained power in recent decades they have made it compulsory for every government instrumentality, and many independent organisations they fund, to begin every public meeting with a ceremonial acknowledgement of something very ancient and certainly not progressive: the welcome to country of Aboriginal traditional landowners.
This ritual is now so ubiquitous it is virtually inescapable, from the opening of writers’ festivals, to art exhibitions, academic conferences, school assemblies and functions at the ABC, indeed anywhere those in the public sector gather. Since 2006, the standing orders of the New South Wales Parliament require each sitting day to open with the incantation:
We acknowledge the traditional owners, the Gadigal people of the Eora nation. We also acknowledge the traditional owners of the lands we represent and thank them for their custodianship of country.
The ritual is now performed far more frequently than singing the national anthem or raising of the Australian flag. It was surreptitiously introduced by academic and government bureaucracies without any public debate, let alone public support, and its authors have never been named or their purposes justified. Nonetheless, since the passing of the Native Title Act in 1993, it has been foisted on a mystified public as though it had the sanction of deep indigenous tradition.
Wikipedia, where the entry is mostly written by commentators who brook no opposition, claims the welcome to country is “thousands of years” old. The site nonetheless has only been able to trace any evidence for the ceremony back to 1973. This was its appearance at an Aquarius Festival at the hippie centre of Nimbin, northern New South Wales. That sounds right – the dope-addicted, tertiary-educated, white bohemians of Nimbin would find it no trouble to invent an Aboriginal ceremony to complement their psychedelic fantasies, and to claim it as an inheritance of millennia.
I never knew of the ritual until 1996 when it appeared at a conference of the Centre for Cross-Cultural Studies of the Australian National University. The conference was held at James Cook University, Cairns, and its organisers roped in two women elders from the local community to receive the acknowledgement of country at the opening session. The women looked embarrassed at being the centre of so much attention, and declined to participate in any ritual, or even to speak to those assembled. So the white academics from the ANU Centre had to do it all by themselves. Some of the other local Aboriginal participants later told me the ceremony was new to them too, and was not part of any culture they’d ever heard about.
As the Northern Territory MP, the traditional Walpiri woman Bess Price, later told a reporter from the Australian, these ceremonies were not meaningful to traditional people. “We don’t do that in communities,” she said. “It’s just a recent thing. It’s just people who are trying to grapple at something they believe should be traditional.”
Moreover, rather than being a symbol of reconciliation, many of its utterances are, on any objective assessment, disrespectful. Most of those who make them never take the trouble to discover the actual name of the local clan but simply acknowledge nameless “elders” or “the traditional owners”. I have heard this so many times by so many people that it is probably unfair to single out Maurice Newman, chairman of the ABC during the five years I was on its board. Over this time, at only one of the many public functions where he performed this ritual (at Broome) did he ever mention the name of the local clan. Indeed, at one ABC staff function in Brisbane he acknowledged the traditional owners “whoever they are”. To any genuine Aboriginal elder, the real message of such treatment is that the speaker’s sentiments are not sincere.
In other cases, the ritual can be even more insulting when the speaker gets the name of the local group wrong. From 2001 to 2007, when he presided over graduation ceremonies, the Chancellor of the University of Sydney, Justice Kim Santow, routinely acknowledged the Eora people as the traditional owners of the land on which the university stood. However, the real name of the original local clan was not Eora but Cadigal. Moreover, had Santow consulted the writings of Australia’s most scholarly linguist on this topic, Arthur Capell (a former anthropologist at his own university), he would have found that “Eora” was not even the name of a clan or social unit but the local word for “people” (Oceania, 41, 1970, 20–27). Hence, throughout his tenure, Justice Santow had been welcoming graduands and their parents to the land of the People people. His successor, Marie Bashir, took better advice and more accurately acknowledged the Cadigal people. (NB Dominic Perrottet: the Aborigines who described themselves in 1788 as “Eora” were not using the name of their “nation”, as your Parliament’s opening statement believes. Your standing orders need amending, or better yet, some heavy trimming.)
In February 2008, Prime Minister Kevin Rudd opened the forty-second Australian Parliament by hosting a welcoming ceremony by the traditional Aboriginal owners, the Ngunnawal people. I have been to plenty of functions in Canberra that staged welcome-to-country ceremonies and/or acknowledgements of traditional owners. In all cases where names were given, the Ngunnawal people were credited as the true landowners. In his 1974 book The Aboriginal Tribes of Australia, the anthropologist Norman Tindale provided a map that showed the southern boundary of this group contained the land on which Parliament House now stands. At the time, Tindale’s book was the most authoritative on tribal boundaries.
However, in 2001 Ann Jackson-Nakano wrote The Kamberri: A History of Aboriginal Families in the ACT and Surrounds. It is a scholarly work, a 200-page monograph published by the journal Aboriginal History, and the fruit of a huge amount of research. Jackson-Nakano argues persuasively that Tindale got it wrong, as did the local sources on which he relied.
She discovered that modern usage of the name Ngunnawal did not come from Aboriginal tradition but from a park in the town of Bowning, near Yass, named by white people as Ngunnawal Park. A sign bearing that name was erected at the park in the 1960s, dedicated to Aboriginal people of the Yass district who the townspeople thought had died out in 1848. Some locals who identified as Aboriginal subsequently saw the sign and adopted it as their username.
Jackson-Nakano argues the traditional owners of the land where Parliament House stands, and indeed most of the ACT, are the Kamberri people, after whom the first white landowner, Joshua John Moore, named his land grant in 1824. If she is right — and her book is the most thorough analysis of the subject — then the Australian Parliament was acknowledging the wrong people, or at the very least using the wrong name for whoever actually qualifies as the descendants of the local Aboriginal people. This is hardly a show of respect for Aboriginal people, as its originators claimed. For those with Kamberri genes, it’s an insult by omission.
You would have thought that the federal parliament would have had the resources to research the question properly, and that the Prime Minister’s office would have ensured they did, before allowing Rudd to go ahead with the blunder of using the wrong name at the opening of his first parliament. Today, in 2022, the Parliament has rectified the situation but has only got things partly right. It now includes both Kamberri and Ngunnawal names in its ceremony, despite the latter’s dubious claim to authenticity.
If Australian leftists want to continue inventing Aboriginal traditions, they obviously need to lift the quality of their research. In fact, we would all be better off if they gave away the whole tawdry game. Most of the white dignitaries who speak these rites are merely going through the motions and, as Bess Price says, genuine Aborigines don’t recognise them as part of their own traditions. No one can seriously claim they contribute to inter-racial respect or reconciliation.
The truth is, the welcome to country is a demeaning ritual, embraced by urban Aboriginal activists and their white supporters for the same reasons Hobsbawm attributes to the authoritarians and social engineers of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries: to mould the behaviour of their subjects to the preferred political position through “liturgical sophistication and zeal and a conscious manipulation of symbols”.
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