Old Man and White Kangaroo
‘I’ve been to the front entrance of the Old Man’s place, right to his front door. My cousins, my brothers took me there to introduce me, kinda without me knowing. But after maybe about half an hour I realised. WOW, REALITY. It’s so true, here I am, no more fantastic stories about all the old men all over our great big island, with little islands all around (Australia) and not only that, but this old man is my old man and my brothers, our families, our ancestors. I feel so proud, and at the same time also afraid, for there was about 10 or more windmills for pumping water for cattle, all in one area, all were smashed, bent, destroyed, like a cyclone came through this area, but it was our old man. Seeing is believing, he is very powerful. To see his entrance, it was a work of art, so fine, and intricate, maybe some of this is in me, meaning my painting. At last, he is not some myth I once thought, no, he is real, he saw me that day, I did not see him. If ever I go through then I will see him. I love him and he loves me, this my brothers told me. Thank you Ngarte, creator forever.
The White Kangaroo, 1983, Amberlindum Station. Yes, I was there face to face with my friend, who in our culture is the Kadatji Man. Ngarte’s Sherriff, on horseback, looking, staring at each other for at least 10-15 minutes, culture says not to look, but run. He made me so sick, many boils on my kidneys. Really got me good. Doctors in Alice Springs hospital were baffled, didn’t quite believe me. But they had never come across boils on kidneys. Quite an experience for all. One month in hospital. These moments in my lifetime this time round, wow Ngarte thank you. Believe or not, just like the angels, one day brothers, sisters of the earth, you will see, Ngarte will show you. Just go within.
I’m ancient, we are all.’
-Cameron Ross Kemarre