I'm hoping this book makes it into every library in the country. From the title I was expecting a kinda kick to the pants & heck, I'd gotten sick enough of the racism of my upbringing & the privilege of my (white) life that I figured I might just deserve it. But Heiss disarmed me on the very first page. She made the political personal, she showed the effects of racist comments (by Andrew Bolt & followers) on her family & particularly her mother. And she allowed this book to be the gentle memoir of a woman growing up a concrete Koori in Australia, exercising her Westfield Dreaming and writing 'choc lit'.
She also managed to correct some common (mostly white) misconceptions & offer the beginnings of an education. I was embarrassed to find I hadn't realised the Government was trying to change *the anti-discrimination laws* in order to execute its recent Stolen Generation Mark 2.0 (i.e. the Northern Territory intervention). Note to the government: if you're thinking about changing anti-discrimation laws in order to execute a course of action against one particular group of Australians - well, don't. It's just really obviously wrong, isn't it? I'm trying to think of a situation where it may not be wrong & I can't.
As Heiss described her journey towards political activism, I felt my own activism growing. I moved from passive to active support of reconciliation & reparation reading this book.
Plus, Heiss made me think it was possible to say that I am white & often quite ignorant - but I'm willing to learn. And if I ever come out with some patronising comment about reconciliation beginning with everyone 'hugging an Aboriginal woman today', I am assured she will correct me with compassion & care! *LOL*