Brunswick River

We as the Aboriginal People who have links and ties with the whole of the Brunswick River which flows through the whole of the Area down out to the Sea, we call on all ratepayers living in the Area to stand firm against polluting and disrupting the flow of the Spiritual Dreaming of the Waterways that belong to Aboriginal People that is shared by all ratepayers and people from all walks of life who want to enjoy and see the Naturalness and the Pure Flow of the River Running for all of us to enjoy and live in Harmony with.

There are many Stories that can be told by us through the Traditional Old People that lived, drank from the Running Water, swam in it and enjoyed seeing the clear Running of the Water.

We write these words down with hurt, with concern and worry for the Life of the Pureness of this River and what it has offered to all of us since the Beginning of Time.

The mining companies and all government departments who agree to this destructive act of tampering with Nature are polluting the Running of the Pure Water for riches and profits and creating employment for people who don't love and respect the Naturalness and the Clearness of the Water that runs through and along to the Open Sea which is the Grandmother of all Waterways.

We lived on the Banks of the Brunswick River Waterways. The entire family of the Wallams are dead now but the Spiritual Dreaming of the relations of them, grandsons and granddaughters of the Wallams and the Kellys and the Slavens and the Gillespies, the Corbetts, the Seymores and the Flowers is there, the Family Clans of the area, the Roelands Area, the Beyer Flats right back in and along to the Collie Townships of the white people still exists in the area.

The crossing over of the Brunswick River by riding on horses was the pads of my grandfather, King of the Road Arthur Mippy, and Grandmother Clara Layland, who left the Busselton area to go to Pinjarra.

We worked and stood shoulder to shoulder with the Italians and with the white peoples. Paddy Mafici and his family, Paddy Carbone and Dominic of Bengel and Tony Napoli of Roelands, they was good Italian People to work with. We used to laugh, sing and have a feed at the end of the season of all Paddy's crops. At the end of the day the River was our Home, living and camping amongst the ferns in Bag Camps. The River did us no harm and we did it no harm.

This mining should leave the People alone, Black and white with their Dreams and their Memories. Don't douse out our Future thoughts of not being able to see the running of the River clearly. It should be able to run Freely.