Australia Day keeps circling the same argument and no one seems interested in finding a way through

Every January, the country walks back into the same argument.
The same positions.
The same anger.
The same sense everyone has said this before and nothing has shifted.

Australia Day is held on 26 January because it marks the arrival of the First Fleet at Sydney Cove in 1788 and the beginning of British colonisation. This history sits at the centre of the debate. For many Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people, 26 January marks invasion, dispossession, and the beginning of harm that continues across generations. Calling it Invasion Day reflects lived experience rather than provocation.

At the same time, some Australians hold tightly to 26 January. For them, the date represents continuity and belonging. Changing it feels personal, as though something familiar is being taken away. Others move through the day without much thought beyond a public holiday, yet still find themselves pulled into an argument that demands a position.

What strikes me is how little effort goes into finding a way through this. Disagreement isn’t unusual in a country like ours.

What is unusual is how willing we are to let the issue sit unresolved. There’s no shared story about 26 January, no careful listening, no attempt to imagine a future that isn’t stuck replaying the same fight.

Instead, the debate gets funnelled into the same places each year. Social media. Talkback radio. Morning television. Volume replaces curiosity. Language sharpens. People dig in. By the end of January, many people feel bruised and unheard, and the country feels smaller rather than stronger.

From the outside, this reads less like a national conversation and more like neglect. Neglect of history. Neglect of people who carry its weight. Neglect of the responsibility that comes with living together on contested ground.

Other countries with difficult pasts have taken different approaches. They separate remembrance from celebration. They create space for truth to be spoken without rushing people toward agreement. They accept that shared life asks for patience and sustained attention over time.

Australia avoids that path. Australia steps around what living together requires. We argue about 26 January, defend our ground, and return to our corners. The deeper question rarely holds the centre.

What kind of country are we trying to be, and how do we want to live with each other?

Until that question leads the conversation, Australia Day will keep returning as a fault line. Each year it exposes the same cracks, not because the issue lacks answers, but because choosing the easier option has become routine.

And next January, the cycle will begin again.

When Advocacy Turns Dangerous: The Moment You Can’t Stay Silent

What makes a person cross the line from advocate to whistleblower? This blog explores the defining moment when conviction becomes compulsion, when the need for truth grows louder than fear.

This blog is a thought dump, something I have been ruminating on since I  became the civics reporter for our local newspaper and began to see how easily bureaucrats in local government can shut down dissenting voices, or try to. In my case, the newspaper felt compelled to go along to get along.

The breaking point came with this story. I had spent six months on it, spoken to all the parties, and was confident that the issues I and a local councillor were raising were serious and deserved investigation. The council had no right to demand its removal. When the paper gave in, I walked away from that vehicle of advocacy.

Since then, my Citizen Journalism blog has become a space for thousands of people to read and respond to the issues our community cares about. But lately I’ve been asking myself, where to from here? How far can advocacy go before it reaches a wall? And what happens when you decide to push past it?

That question is why I’ve been keen to connect with others who have stood at that same edge: people who have taken cases to court, who have become whistleblowers, who simply refuse to walk away. People who, like me, want justice not only for themselves but for anyone who comes after them.

High-level advocacy can be a lonely place. It begins with belief, the simmering conviction that systems can be persuaded to do better through reason, patience, and persistence.

From there, some advocates manage to draw others in. When their message resonates, it gathers momentum. That is where activism begins, when one voice becomes many and a shared sense of purpose forms around it. Watch the awesome TED talk here on how to start a movement.  Activism is the collective expression of outrage and hope. It is visible, energetic, and public.

Yet in the current climate, that step has become harder. Many people now see advocacy itself as risky. They fear reputational damage, professional backlash, or online attack. So even when they agree, they hesitate. The advocate who might once have built a movement often finds herself standing alone, waiting for others who never quite arrive.

And when isolation hardens and injustice continues, a few take the final, irreversible step , into whistleblowing. That is the moment when persuasion gives way to exposure, when silence becomes impossible.

These three stages, advocacy, activism, and whistleblowing trace the arc of conscience. Each asks a little more of a person’s courage, and each carries a greater cost.

What interests me most is the point where people cross that line, the moment where activism turns inward and becomes whistleblowing. What pushes someone that far?

For some, it is moral dissonance, the unbearable tension between what they believe and what they see. For others, it is rage, not the shallow anger of frustration, but the deep, shaking kind that comes from witnessing something profoundly unfair. One person in our group described it as rage becoming bigger than fear.

That is the moment when the need for justice outweighs the instinct for safety.

At first, it can look like vengeance, the wish to see something set right or someone held to account. But beneath that, there is something quieter and more enduring: the belief that truth matters, even when it costs you everything.

When people cross that line, they might become a dissident, standing openly against authority. Or a truth-teller, refusing to be silenced. Or an igniter, sparking courage in others. Sometimes they become all three. Each word describes a different face of the same decision, to tell the truth, whatever it brings.

We spoke, too, of those who have taken that step in ways that changed the national conversation. David McBride, the former army lawyer now imprisoned for exposing alleged war crimes. Richard Boyle, the ATO officer who revealed unethical debt-recovery practices and faced years of prosecution.

Both paid dearly for their integrity. Their stories remind us how fragile the bridge is between advocate and whistleblower, and how often the system punishes those who defend its principles most fiercely.

From “I” to “We” Again is That is the paradox of courage: it begins alone. The person who keeps standing becomes the “I on the hill,” not because they want to be there, but because everyone else has stepped back.

Another person we should  add to the list of whistleblowers is Brittany Higgins. Her story is different, but at its heart, she too became a whistleblower,a young woman who tried to speak truth to power. What followed, the way it was handled by the police, government, prosecutors, and the courts, seemed to build her rage to a point of no return.

It’s devastating to watch someone move from being brave enough to speak up, to being broken by the very systems meant to protect her. From a  compensation payout to, by all reports, the brink of bankruptcy.

As one of my colleagues put it, for me it is the “fuck it” line, when all of the reasons to tread carefully and be risk-averse or conflict-avoidant suddenly become worth it, because to stay silent means you are complicit, part of the system of politeness that sustains the rotten status quo.

There’s a lesson in that for all of us. It reminds me how vital it is to have those steady, wise people in our lives, the ones who act as a foil to our anger, who help us stay patient when the world feels cruel. Sometimes good things happen to good people. And sometimes we need someone beside us to help us bear that truth without letting it consume us.

Our hope, as a growing network of community voices, is to change that, to build connection around those who take the risk so no one stands alone in the wind.

Because courage, like truth, is contagious. Once lit, it spreads.

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Packed House, Untold Stories. How Kiama Is Rewriting What We Know About Australian History”

L to R Aunty Dr Joyce Donovan, Sue Eggins and Dr Tony Gilmour 

The Kiama District Historical Society’s October event drew a full  house, standing room only, as locals gathered to hear Aunty Dr Joyce Donovan and Dr Tony Gilmour explore the deep Aboriginal history of the local area.

The crowd loved the didjeridoo performance by Quinten Dingo-Donovan – a moving tribute that connected the past and present.

The audience, mostly baby boomers, was visibly engaged and moved by what they heard. Many said afterward that they had learned more about the South Coast’s Aboriginal history in one afternoon than in all their years of schooling.

Aunty Joyce, a Wodi Wodi Elder and local hero recognised for her work in Aboriginal health and education, and Dr Gilmour, historian and Vice President of the Kiama District Historical Society, presented a powerful overview of Wodi Wodi Country, focussing on Kiama, Jamberoo, Minnamurra, and Gerringong. They described how the area’s saltwater people lived along the coast and gathered at Kiama to trade salt, arrange marriages, and pass on law; how Jamberoo and Minnamurra were key meeting and birthing places; and how Aboriginal names like Kiama (“where the sea makes a noise”) and Minnamurra (“plenty of fish”) connect the landscape to its stories.

Aunty Dr Joyce Donovan is presented with a certificate by Kiama District Historical Society president Sue Eggins, marking her appointment as the Society’s first Aboriginal Elder Patron — a recognition of more than 15 years of collaboration and contribution to keeping Kiama’s shared history alive.

They also revisited the history of King Mickey Johnson and Queen Rosie, whose lives in the late 1800s and early 1900s show that Aboriginal people remained part of community life long after colonisation. Their stories now form part of a new, evolving display at the Pilot’s Cottage Museum, a living history project that welcomes new knowledge, corrections, and contributions.

“This is a living history,” said Aunty Joyce. “We’re still learning, still listening, and still adding to what we know. History belongs to everyone, and it grows stronger when we share it.”

Dr Gilmour agreed, describing the project as a way of completing the story of Kiama rather than rewriting it. “We’re not taking anyone’s history away,” he said. “We’re filling in the missing chapters. The story of this place didn’t start in 1797 when explorer George Bass landed in what is now Kiama harbour. And it hasn’t stopped. It’s a continuing story that connects us all.”

The energy in the room suggested more than nostalgia. It reflected a wider hunger for understanding and a recognition that history told only through rose coloured glasses leaves us poorer.

As one attendee remarked.

 “It’s time for Aboriginal history and culture to become a genuine, continuous part of the curriculum, not an elective reserved for the senior years. In a global world, young people are hungry to understand where conflict comes from and how empathy begins with truth. It isn’t about rewriting history. It’s about completing it.”

Around the world, societies are re-examining how their histories are told. When people study the past honestly, whether it’s the brutality of Europe’s religious wars or Australia’s frontier conflicts, they begin to see why divisions persist and how understanding grows from truth.

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