On 8 July, BBC television showed an outstanding documentary called The Boy from the Block. It is about Australia and opens with a picture postcard view of the Australian beach and its board riders and bikinis, and progresses to the popping of corks at a smart Sydney art gallery.
Here is the Australian bourgeoisie at its most relaxed: drinking good wine, partaking of culture and making money. A young woman is asked what she likes most about Aboriginal art, which the gallery is featuring.
"Oh, it's a great investment," she says. "For me, it's like superannuation." The camera pulls back to show the Aboriginal artist, the guest of honour, surrounded by white art lovers. Everyone is smiling. If you are Aboriginal and like the artist, says the voiceover, everyone wants to be your friend. If you are not like her, almost no one wants to be your friend. The reporter is David Akinsanya. I heard about his film when I was in Sydney earlier this year. He is a black Briton with a way of reporting that is devoid of television's cliches and veiled insincerity. In his film, he achieves what his Australian equivalents rarely do - that is, the few who try. He tells the truth about the heartbreaking, shaming treatment and abandonment of Aboriginal Australia.
On a hot, steamy morning last February, only a few miles from the Harbour Bridge and the Opera House, Thomas Hickey died. Seventeen-year-old Thomas, or "TJ" as he was known in the Aboriginal community of Redfern, was chased by police, lost control of his bike and was impaled on an iron fence. The police deny that version, and not a single Aborigine believes them. The Block is an Aboriginal ghetto where the police impose a siege; few Aboriginal youngsters walk down his street without being stopped; almost all of them have been arrested.
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