Because of her we can

Inez Priestley

by Lineesha Johnson

You and Grandad signed exemption papers to leave Woorabinda to create a better life for your nine children and bringing the eldest child, my mother, into this world. This isn’t all your story but just a small snippet. I thank you for your courage, strength and wisdom. Love you Nan Inez Priestley née Blanket (dec.)

Leann Wilson

by Kerry McGrath

I have had the privilege of working with Leann Wilson since 2007, when she worked in senior Red Cross leadership roles, leading our Indigenous strategy in Queensland and Australia-wide and as a leader on the Queensland Divisional Advisory Board. Leann is also my mentor, and has provided strategic and practical guiding voice to our work in Woorabinda. She is also a partner in our Wellbeing co-design project which has commenced in Broome and Darwin. She is brave, wise, supportive, generous, patient and principled. She has taught me so much about our shared painful and confronting history and the strengths, achievements and resilience of our First Nations peoples.

Aileen Johnson

by Lineesha Johnson

You were taken from your family to Cherbourg at the age of 2 years old, until your later teens when your met Grandfather. You brought 7 children into this world and my father being the eldest. You were the gentlest, caring, loving person and I thank you. This isn’t all your story but just a small snippet. Love you Nan Aileen Johnson née Singho (dec.)

Vicky Welgraven

by Sarah Soteriou

Vicky Welgraven is a proud, strong Adnyamathanha woman, from the Northern Flinders Ranges in SA. We first met at the UN Association of SA breakfast on World Humanitarian Day in 2017. I feel inspired by Vicki’s passion for Aboriginal women’s rights. To name just a few of her amazing accomplishments, she is a ‘White Ribbon Advocate’, was nominated for the 2017 Australian of the Year and represented the National Aboriginal & Torres Strait Islander Women’s Alliance at the UN Commission on the Status of Women in New York. I’m proud to call her a friend.

The Abreu sisters from Yarrabah

by Kerry Klimm

Mum Judy, Aunty Carol, Aunty Josie, Aunty Paula, (missing: Aunty Trudy).

To mum and my aunties, the Abreu sisters from Yarrabah,

You may not have known it at the time, but your courage, strength, resilience and determination to fight racism, discrimination and sexism has given me the courage, strength and resilience and determination to continue your legacy for all that you have done and for those that will follow.

Because of you I will.

Nicole Yarran

by Kathy Narrier

My daughter Nicole Yarran lost her 18-month battle with cancer on 29 August 2017. In 2015, Nic presented with severe weight lost, bleeding from her bowel and pain in her back relating to her liver. These symptoms are associated with liver and bowel cancer. Nic presented to the surgery several times and yet Nic’s then-GP refused to acknowledge that they were symptoms associated with cancer, with comments such as “you are too young for bowel cancer” each time Nic visited the surgery. Nic sourced a second opinion and was told it was celiac disease – no screening, blood or stool, just their word.

In 2015 Nic became pregnant with her third daughter, Alavi. It was during the routine ultrasound for her pregnancy that they discovered the eight golf ball–size tumours on Nic’s liver. On Christmas Eve 2015, Nic received the devastating news that she had stage four liver and bowel cancer. While most people were celebrating Christmas, my daughter and granddaughters, Alkere and Aaylah, were dealing with the prospect of the inevitable.

On Boxing Day, Nic and her twin sister Sasha flew to Perth to commence the cancer journey. Nic was pregnant and although was advised that a termination would be an option to start her intensive treatment, Nic’s attitude was, "hell no, it’s not an option”. So rather than terminate her pregnancy to survive, Nic risked her life to allow Alavi the opportunity of her life. Many may think that it was selfish because Nic had two other daughters, but to Nic, there was no option. She gave her life so that Alavi could have hers.

To me there is no other perfect story than this, because as theme states “Because of her I can”, Alavi can say it with pride, because my mother sacrificed her life to give me mine. And as Nic’s mother, I admit I was angry at Nic’s decision, but I realised my daughter was twice the woman I am, because she wanted her daughter to have life and if it meant hers, then she believed it was the right thing to do. Unfortunately Nic lost her battle August 29 2017, 18 months after her diagnosis. So to me there is no person more deserving of this year’s NAIDOC theme than my daughter Nicole Raechelle Yarran resting in paradise. ‘Because of her we can’

This is a short version of my daughter's story. The ABC's 7.30 Report actually did a story on her and Nic’s story raised awareness of young people developing bowel cancer under the age of 30 and the Cancer Council are now introducing screening if people present with symptoms, so my daughter was always my hero, but now she has left an legacy that helps young people be recognised as suffers and victims of bowel cancer, because as we know cancer does not discriminate, it knows no barriers of age, colour or religion.

Jessie Roberts Karlnunjung

Jessie was born on Elsey Station, Mangarrayi Country, near the township of Mataranka, Northern Territory, in 1937.

Elsey Station was the basis for the book “We of the Never Never” by Jeannie Gunn, which was made into a movie that Jessie and her sister Sheila acted in.

In 1974, Aboriginal families began leaving Elsey Station, and the Jilkminggan community began taking shape. Jessie and Sheila were a driving force behind this and are highly regarded and respected in the community.

Jessie and Sheila worked on Elsey most of their lives. Now both are great-grandmothers, gentle and friendly, singing and talking about old times with a mixture of humour and nostalgia.

“That was very hard. We used to knock off around half-past eight, you know, washing up the dishes and cleaning the kitchen. And then we'd finish and go back to the camp.”

The camp was four rough shelters by the side of the road, about a mile from the homestead. There was one rainwater tank, with a leaky tap, to service a community of 120 people. As it dripped, the tap turned the black soil under the tank to deep, sticky mud.  

Jessie, right, with her sister Sheila.

Jilkminggan was just a name; there were no houses, no tap water, no electricity, nothing.

“We started building with tin and paperbark. In those days we didn't have any tarps rigged up against the rain. For nearly three or four years we didn't have buildings here, we just made paperbark humpies. Me and my sister used to get up early in the morning with our husbands. Five o'clock we used to walk down to Elsey Creek, gather paperbark and take it up, and when DAA came down they'd help us cart it back.

“We had a big job doing this, all day long, the whole community, and cut down paperbark trees and bring in paperbark, drag it three and four kilometres by hand, to build bough shelters and buildings. That was the start of it, a whole community involvement.”

Over the years, the Mangarayi people watched the Elsey lease change hands many times. In 1991, they finally got the chance to buy it themselves.

Jessie remembers their excitement at buying the station back. Elsie station is now recognised as one of Australia's best managed Aboriginal Stations with 10,000 brahmans.