Reading 3: Jack McPhee & Edward Eyre

Jack McPhee

The ramifications of the choice about seeking exemption status are well described by Jack McPhee, who speaks of the period in Western Australia between 1939 and 1941. The doctrine at the time was 'integration' rather than 'assimilation', but the principles as they applied to the seeking of exemption were to remain very much the same until the 1970s. Jack spoke of his experience as follows:

I went into Nullagine town to see if I could hunt up a different kind of work (from prospecting) and while I was there I got into trouble with the Aborigines Department again. The policeman said to me, 'You' re Jack McPhee, aren't you?'
'Yes'
'I've had a report that you own land and stock.'
'Yes.'
'Do you have any rights?'
What?'
'Are you exempt from the Native Affairs Act?'
'I don't think so, I don't think so'

'Have you ever been given an Exemption Certificate ?'
'Well Jack, that means you've got no rights according to the laws of this country. Because you're a native it' s illegal for you to own land or stock. You can only own those things if you're made exempt by the government. You see, if you' re granted an exemption certificate, it puts you on the same level as a whiteman. It means you can do these things and not get into trouble. I think you'd better put in for it, you strike me as the kind of bloke who wants to get on in the world, and you won't without it.'

The policeman then went on to explain to me that having an exemption might also make a difference to the wages I was paid ill ended up working for someone. You see in those days people could pay blackmen whatever they liked and get away with it. Some were never paid at all. It was either cheap labour or free labour in those days. I told the policeman I would have to think about it as I couldn't see why it was necessary. Why did I need an Exemption Certificate just because I was a different colour? It made no sense to me at all. You could tell it was the government' s idea, they were always thinking of things that didn't make any sense.

While I was in Nullagine I heard a rumour about a thing you could apply for called Maternity Allowance. I thought I might be able to apply for it for Susie for our last child. I made some enquiries and was told that I would have a much better chance of getting it if l had an Exemption Certificate.

It seemed I couldn't get away from that bloody certificate, so in the end I decided to write away to Mr Neville (the Protector of Aborigines) and offered to buy one from him.

Neville then wrote to me ... and said before he could grant me an Exemption I had to meet certain requirements. He advised me to go to Nullagine and see the policeman there...

I went and saw Mick Liddlelow, who was the policeman in Nullagine, and he was very helpful. He told me that if my Exemption was granted I had to promise not to do certain things. I wasn't allowed to associate with the ngayarda banjutha Aborigines, I wasn't allowed to live in a native camp, I wasn't even allowed to take part in a corroboree, I wasn't even allowed to associate with any Aboriginal people who didn't have an exemption. In return, the government would allow me to have drinking rights, as long as I showed my exemption if l was asked for it. I would be allowed to sell stock and land, and I would be on the same standard as a whiteman ... if I broke any of my promises I could easily lose my Exemption, in which case I would become a native again.

Out of all those things what really got me was the bit about corroborees. I had such fond memories of dancing with no clothes on, of being decorated, of hearing the women and men singing. I couldn't see anything wrong with that at all. It meant I had to give away all that my mother belonged to. I felt upset about that. I didn't think I should have to make the choice, but I agreed to it all because I wanted something better for my family, and at the time that seemed the only way to get it...

While we were at Cooke' s Creek a policeman was sent out to check on our living conditions. Somehow Neville had got word that I was associating with Aborigines. To tell you the truth, I had been. I often had other Mulbas around my camp. They'd call in, stay a few days and leave. Some of them were my friends and relations and I was just being friendly like anyone would. Luckily they'd all gone when the policeman came out...[the policeman reported that the living conditions were all right but he mentioned that Jack and an Aboriginal man (whose exemption certificate turned out to have been cancelled) were in a business partnership]... This got me into more trouble because Neville sent me a letter saying that I shouldn't associate with Clancy ... [or] share a business with him. Clancy was like a brother to me, I found that very hard to take. Neville said that unless Clancy and I split up he would cancel my Exemption...

When war was declared I tried to join up but they wouldn't take me because I only had one good eye, so I tried to support the fund raising as much as I could... there were some very good people in Nullagine at the time and they didn't draw a distinction with us being Aboriginal or anything like that. They classed us like them, they didn't class us as bush blackfellas.

It was a good time for me and I enjoyed it, but I still felt torn between the white people and the Mulbas. I knew that if I let on to the white people that my heart was really with the Mulbas, I'd be falling out with them. It was very hard to be a blackman and a whiteman. It seemed you had to choose one way or the other, no-one would let you be both. The problem was, if you chose to be a Mulba you and your family never had any rights at all and you could kiss any hopes of getting on goodbye. Yet if you chose to be a whiteman, you had rights, but you couldn't mix with everyone. It was very, very hard.5

Source
Royal Commission in Aboriginal Deaths in Custody
National Report
Volume 2
Chapter 10
Australian government Publishing Service Canberra 1991
Full report available on the web.