![]() ![]() I laughed along with the joke because I didn’t know what that word meant and I didn’t want to appear stupid. Me and my sister were half-Koori and half-Polish – black Poles, as my mum and dad lovingly referred to us.Ī boy named Shawn told an Abo joke while we were in Italian class in primary school. My mum and dad would tell me how I believed Mum was chocolate, Dad was vanilla and I was caramel. I never foresaw that people would think they understood my story before they heard a word pass through my lips. I didn’t know that people would define me as ‘not looking that Aboriginal’, as if it were a compliment. I didn’t know that people would eventually cross the street to avoid walking on the same path as me. ![]() I didn’t know I was black till I was seven years old. ‘Abo Nose’ by Zachary Penrith-Puchalski is one such account. From well-known and new voices, Heiss has brought together a compelling range of experiences and perspectives in this collection. Growing Up Aboriginal in Australia is an important new anthology edited by Anita Heiss. ![]()
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