grace, gentility, respect, humility and quiet to the North West and you will understand what true
wealth is. Having won a great battle this is the challenge that you leave us with. Lurrujarri is a model
for all of us. It is not a place to cordon off, not a national park, it is a place of spirit, culture,
education, knowledge, discipline, intelligence, ceremony, life and family. Learn here and go back
home and practice what you have learned; not only in the North West, but across this great land and
well beyond it shores. Here at Lurrujarri we may truly ponder the narrow-minded, plundering gallop
of industrialization, the clumsy management of land and sea, the boring plain-same-ness of cities,
buildings, hotel rooms and resorts, laws made with votes of hands not the collective beats of hearts
and so many places without spirit or heart. Our eyes are opened to the beauty of this land, to
museums more wonderous than any made by man, to monuments a thousand times older than the
ancient pyramids, to the great draw of the moon and the greatest tidal movements on earth, to the
primordial patterns of land and sea creatures – these are the greatest classrooms and learning
chambers, more precious than any tangible product the human brain can imagine or realize. The
challenge of those who have lost these things is to regain them, the challenge for those who still have
them is to protect them at all costs. Thank you so much for this awareness grandson.
As we look across the world at this time, the warring tribes of Eastern Europe fight again, the
tensions of East Asia and the nuclear catastrophe at Fukushima are ominous, the great flows of
people seeking refuge and peace, the creeping industrialization and worrying exploitation of the
resources of the world – all these things - implore us to make things right in our own backyard. In
2014 the enduring will and testimony of you, Mr. Roe, maja, grandson is that we must recognize the
Aboriginal ontology of land that is there like a shining light in every one of our communities. It can
guide us and help us to live wisely and truly. It can help us to face up to the problems of the world. It
shows us how we can live in this land with grace, light and dignity. There has been tragedy, injustice,
exploitation and cruelty across all of the lands of this great southern continent. The sorrys and band-
aids are not enough. There must be a determined effort to make things right as best as can be, not
at a minimum, not in keeping with ignorance or what is politically possible, but as best as can be.
Grandson you have been so humble and honest you implore us to make this effort. None of us
mainstream Australians can know the torment of the wise Aboriginal men and women across the
wide Kimberley and beyond. All faced the greatest tribulations, sadness, all faced pillage, disease,
death and mercenary assault. All had to try to apply ancient concepts and ideas as miners, machines,
towns, police, administrators and courts pressed. There were very few points of convergence. Our
culture exploited the land and left little in return. The job of dealing with us new comers was, with
few exceptions, thankless, hopeless and absurd. That is why your victory, grandson and grandfather,
is so profound. This is why your heroic legacy can only grow and become stronger. It is like an
unstoppable force blowing through time to finally touch us and make us understand. There is still
much to think about and question. This is understandable. For this was a time of innovation and
majic. For some who knew Ghandi and Mandela as mortal men, their achievements were impossible
to comprehend. It is perhaps only from a far that your great achievement, grandson, can be
appreciated. As well as a challenge, you leave us with an obligation. For it shouldn’t have been so
hard. It should not have been so solitary. It should not have been so lonely. The ceremonial
exchanges and points of contact have been so badly disrupted. In a wise country that did truly
recognize the authority and knowledge of so-called “traditional owners”, great resources would be
placed in the hands of the maja, to make things right. The term traditional owner betrays our own
ignorance. Elders who master and learn the ceremonies and songs and live what they mean are truly
men and women of high degree. They are spiritual leaders and guides, they are statesmen and
women, they are the keepers of law and order, they are protectors of land and the purveyors of peace. It falls to all of us, who have made our livings and have settled our families and our children
on these great lands, in the spirit of Wirnin, to make resources available to protect and revive the
ancient rights of the people of the lands. If governments will not do it, then the responsibility falls to
us as individuals and citizens. This is our responsibility, our debt which must be paid. We will know
things have been made right when there are no more early deaths, no more stress to the bone and
no more unnecessary suffering in the hearts of old men and women, no more ignorance about the
laws and ceremonies which hold everything and everyone together. Without the ceremonies and
the discipline of managing and learning about the land, without lives devoted to learning the song
cycles, we are all lost and lose so much. In 2014 maja’s tribulations implore us to establish a national
endowment across this country that allows learned traditional elders, men and women, to pass on
their law, conduct ceremonies and to teach the young as a learned profession. Secret law, public
law, outside law, inside law – whatever it may be within the 300 Indigenous communities in Australia
– we all need to understand that its practice is as vital to our future as any learned or political
practice that takes place in our parliaments, universities, schools or market places.