With my grandchildren I walk on a hill on the
Domain. This is an opportunity for me to pretend I know more than them. I say,
“This hill is the place were radio masts were erected in 1911 in order to communicate
with the Antarctic.”
I ask them, “Imagine you are at the other
end of this radio in the Antarctic. What are you going to say?”
Gertrude says, “I would upload a picture of
the penguins.”
I say, “Well you have a good point there.
Because Mawson went there largely for scientific reasons. They did go there to
look at the penguins.”
My grandchildren know the name Mawson
because of the huts on the docks. After much talking, we agree Mawson went to
the Antarctic in 1912 and erected huts in the Antarctic (which are now on our
docks in Hobart) and spoke to Australia via the Domain.
Moving on we head towards some concrete
slabs on the east side of the hill. I
say, “Do you have any idea what was built here.”
They are mute so I inform them, “A number
of defense force installations were built on the Domain.”
Bruce says, “Where’s the big gun?”
“Bruce you’re thinking of a different
place. That big gun (Bellerive) was
built a long time before the buildings over here. The concrete placed here was
for a war against the Japanese between 1939 and 1945.”
Bruce hears the word war which excites him.
“Wow I can use my light sword.” says Bruce.
Bruce swings a branch around as a light
sword. His favourite films include light swords, goodies and baddies. To think
this could have happened up here on the Domain.
I pretend I am a responsible adult and tell
him, “We would prefer to be friends with Japan. To eat sushi and drive Toyota
cars. We both win if we work together.”
Bruce continues hitting plants and de-heading
grass with his stick. He says, “We will defeat them.”
I say to Bruce, “Imagine you are in class
and the teacher ask you to draw a picture. You can fight with the person on the
next table. Break his pencils and rip up his paper. To stop him drawing a
better picture than you. Another option
is that you can work together. Help each other. Which way are you going to go?”
Bruce keeps waving his stick around wishing
it was a light saver. He pauses slightly.
He is torn. He loves drawing with his classmates. And he loves films involving fighting between
goodies and badies.
I tell Bruce, “There was no war on the
Domain. The Japanese never came anywhere near Hobart.”
The politically correct angel is sitting on
my shoulder telling me to tell them the full story.
“Bruce and Gertrude. The Japanese did not
fight a war here. Can you tell me of any war fought anywhere near here?”
That is a rhetorical question because I
know they will not answer it.
My answer to them is that in 1803 Britain
decided to come here and start another colony of the British Empire. When they arrived,
there were already people living here. People had been living here for
thousands of years. There were many differences
and clashes between the two groups of people. Many of these clashes involved
violence. The original people living on the Domain fought to protect themselves
and their way of life.
Gertrude says, “So that’s why we have the
Cenotaph.”
“No, you are not quite correct. The
Cenotaph is a memorial to other brave and courageous Tasmanians.”
Bruce throws his stick away and says,
“Everybody should have drawn pictures together. They should have worked
together.”
They both find the idea of people living on
the Domain for thousands of years difficult to comprehend.
Gertrude says “Where did they live? There
are no houses up here.”
I have to agree. There are no houses on the
Domain. If we don’t count Government
House.
My walk on the Domain tells me and my
grandkids the name should be changed. The
original inhabitants who lived there for thousands of years are ignored. The Queen mentioned in the Queens Domain was
titular head of the British Empire from 1837. In 1860 she handed the Queens
Domain back to the people of Hobart.
The Queens Domain. The present Queen
doesn’t own it. She rarely visits. She has no direct interest in managing the
Domain. Let’s change all the signs and call it what everybody calls it. The
Domain.
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