There were heavy penalties for travelers caught leaving the gates open 72 days in prison if the fine was not paid and for anyone found traveling along the fence maintenance track pound fine. A fence west of Fence No 1 was constructed later and its line is crossed just east of Cunderdin on Highway 1. No 3 fence was later built out of Geraldton to meet No 2 fence and deter emus from invading the agricultural areas. By the three fences were looked after by a staff of Twenty five of these were fence runners.
There were three rabbiters and two camel drivers. Opposite was the Burracoppin Hotel, a structure of brick against the older building of weatherboard which was now given up to bedrooms. To the left was a line of shops divided by vacant allotments. Behind Bony, beyond the railway, were other houses, a motor garage, and the school, for the railway halved this town.
As a fence runner Arthur Upfield had to look after miles of fence line from Camel Station to Burracoppin. He had a dray pulled by two camels. The pace was slow. Upfield would walk along side the dray. He had to clear fallen trees, replace rotted fence posts and repair damage to the netting. The incredible walk took the children through hundreds of kilometres of rough outback territory in the state. More than children died at the Moore River camp where Daisy and her sister were transported, many succumbing to treatable respiratory and infectious diseases.
At the time, Western Australia had a policy of removing children from Aboriginal parents and taking them into state care for "integration" into western society. Tens of thousands of Aboriginal children were forcibly removed from their families until the s, an era known as the Stolen Generations. And they did. Tributes have flowed in the community for Ms Kadibil, who died in Jigalong last month but will not be buried until the end of June.
Community organisation Kanyirninpa Jukurrpa advisory director Sue Davenport described Ms Kadibil as an incredibly strong and determined woman. She said she passed her knowledge of her Martu culture to her own children, teaching them to hunt and look after the culture, and respect the Martu Jukurrpa Dreaming.
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Neville, the Australian in charge of removing such children from their parents and played to perfection in an understated fashion by Kenneth Branagh, lectures a group of genteel white women about the goals of the policy. Pointing to three large pictures of Aboriginal children on the wall--a full-breed, a half-breed and a quarter-breed--he explains coolly that in another generation all the "blackness" will have been bred out of them.
At the residential schools, not only would they learn proper English. They would be taught useful skills, such as how to clean the houses of their white Australian masters and care for their children. The three children are determined to resist these beneficent plans with every fiber of their body. After they are wrested from their family by the cops and dumped off at the Native Settlement School at Moore River, north of Perth, they begin to plot their escape immediately.
Waiting for the first rainy day, so as to better hide their tracks, they make for the nearby outback in pursuit of the rabbit proof fence. Although the prospect of walking miles in the Australian wilderness might seem daunting, the three girls, especially Molly the eldest, felt like they could rely on exactly those skills that people like A. Neville considered out-dated and necessary to purge:. It would be difficult for an adult without the most thorough knowledge of bushcraft not to become disoriented and lost in a strange part of the country where the landscape is filled with thick undergrowth and without the sun to guide the way.
Well, Molly, this fourteen-year-ld girl, had no fear because the wilderness was her kin. It always provided shelter, food and sustenance. She had learned and developed bushcraft skills and survival skills from an expert, her step-father, a former nomad from the desert. She memorised the direction in which they had traveled: it was north by car from Perth to Mogumber siding, then west to the settlement. Also, she had caught a glimpse of the sun when it appeared from behind the rain clouds at different intervals during their tour of the place on the first day.
That enabled her to determine that she was moving in the right direction.
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