09/04/2024
I have just finished reading ‘put your feet in the dirt, girl’ by Sonia Henry. It’s the compelling story of the many and varied (or maybe not so varied) experiences of working as a GP in very remote areas in Australia. Her evocative descriptions of the breadth, beauty and harshness of the places in which she has worked were inspiring, and made me want to be there to see and feel the hugeness and remoteness of it all. While the beauty, colour and vastness of remote Australia, left this author feeling humbled, the challenges she faced as a GP working in remote towns and indigenous communities opened her eyes to the reality of the absolute paucity of medical treatment options for the people living in those communities and introduced her to truths she cannot unknow or unsee. I found this to be a compellingly beautiful and interesting read, as well as a disturbingly enlightening read. The author pulls no punches and below is an excerpt which I found incredibly powerful …
‘I am afraid because I am in a place most Australians will never see, and for them it may as well not exist. Except it does exist, this giant crack inside this giant landmass containing a parallel universe with wire fences on either side of it …
There shouldn’t be places built solely for the purposes of housing displaced people, the original owners of the land, because they have been taken from where their homes really are. There shouldn’t be a place ruled by a government act, controlled and determined by white people. …
There shouldn’t be a place where one doctor rolls up every few months, and the nurses beg them to stay, because there hasn’t been another one out there for so long. Where near teenagers have mechanical heart valves, and the nearest place they can be operated on is an entirely different state. Where the quality of living is so appalling that people become desperate and violence ensues. Where women are beaten to death, and the people who come to manage that are big, burly white policemen, who put the people in prison where they can die in custody and nothing happens, aside from a few headlines and royal commissions that appear to affect minimal or no change.
In the supposedly developed country called Australia, there shouldn’t be a place where you are told it’s not safe to walk outside and, if you are to spend a day there, you must stay locked inside a cage, staring at the wall, while the bureaucrats sit inside their air conditioned offices in Canberra and pretend this is normal. NOTHING HERE TO SEE.’