There are eulogies being written and reviewed, revised and downloaded for Sinead O’Connor and the ancient aching rage that was always there between the breaths will get digitised, recast, commodified in a way she would probably have never approved. She was always a protest singer to me. The night she declared she was singing Nothing Compares to You, for the last time, I was under the starlit night of a March Womadelaide sky, having some kind of trickling tear find its way down the back of my throat with such gratitude of being able to see her perform. Like so many of my favourite moments, you know you will never see them again and the ephemeral elemental power of the moment is sacred. I felt like that too seeing Johnny Clegg. So much gratitude to these performers giving beyond themselves to come to our far away shores. I also felt like that seeing Mavis Staples (but I have been lucky enough to see her a couple of times). All three protest singers … my roots in music from Peter, Paul and Mary, Pete Seeger, Woody Guthrie, Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, Joni Mitchell.
Speaking truth to power was an essential quality of Sinead O’Connor’s cultural and artistic life and this is a feature of all protest music. Redgum, Goanna Band, Yothu Yindi, Midnight Oil, Archie Roach, Kev Carmody followed for me post the initiation of those North American singers. When the kids were growing up the home had these records on high rotation and I am pretty sure some of the sounds seeped into their subconscious, given their musical choices. Spores sown in fertile soil – surely this is how all things begin?
We are preparing for a national conversation which will revolve around one simple question to propose to alter the Constitution to recognise the First Peoples of Australia by establishing an Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander Voice. Do you approve of this alteration? Voters then write Yes or No. I’m banking on the generation who grew up listening to Midnight Oil, that made Treaty a top ten hit in 1990 for Yothu Yindi will be writing yes. I am also banking on the PM announcing the date of the referendum at the Garma Festival next week and the following ten weeks or so being a sprint to the ballot box, where the privacy and intimacy and goodwill of Aussie voters will be writing the word YES in their millions. We are being given a unique moment to right another wrong and rise to the occasion as a nation. The word yes itself is derived from old English – so be it. When I have a so be it fiat, I usually say Amen, a definite acclamation of completion and recognition.
Maybe you are not quite ready to say yes? Maybe you are hearing if you don’t know, vote no. If that’s you I say: If you don’t know, find out. As we head towards the referendum, I am learning more and finding out what works best to help people learn, understand and get to yes. So here are my three top recommendations:
- Read, buy, borrow a copy of Thomas Mayor and Kerry O’Brien The Voice Handbook
- Check out the resources at Passing the Message Stick
- Read and listen to the Uluru Statement from the Heart
If you want to join a Yes campaign – join GetUp, or Yes23.
Let’s move beyond the protest to the part where we all get to act in solidarity and create a new way of being a nation, with all that deep connective tissue that binds us together visibly and invisibly, to form the word yes writ large and collectively on ballot papers throughout the country. There is no better way of RSVP’ing to the invitation of the Uluru Statement that writing back with a yes.
In the undergrowth where all those spores are lying dormant, the rains have now arrived and its time for mycelium to connect and bear a fruit called yes. You are in good company and we are ready to take another step in our Australian story with a clear voice, speaking truth to power, and bringing our best selves to the ballot box. Write Yes.
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