An Aboriginal Woman's Life Story

My dear, I want to tell you my life story and my family, because the books are not always described correctly.

I was born in a small fishing village on the beach of the warm ocean. My father was a fisherman, like all the men in the village. I was the youngest child in the family. Besides me, I had 2 brothers and 2 sisters. We were all happy until white people came to the village with some papers and started telling us that all the land around them was their property. Because of a different skin color, we began to be considered lower-grade people. We became aborigines, and on the lips of these people these words sounded like curses. And our men took up arms. But how can you fight with bow and sticks against rifles? The confrontation lasted 2 days, until an armed detachment of 30 people arrived in the village and disrupted more than 50 percent of the inhabitants, and they did not regret small children either. I lost my father and grandparents. After 2 days, a sheriff arrived with papers saying that the state took care of us and with the aim of providing a better life for Aboriginal children, they were forcibly taken from their families for subsequent re-education. Although many years have passed, I still have a picture of how children and parents were forcibly taken away. I was shared with brothers and sisters, and only 20 years later I known that they all died from hard work and illness in childhood.