Requiem for David Ngoombujarra

Early morning, they found you in a park

Lying on the manicured lawns

White folk enjoy

Your black arms stretched out

Feeling for the red, home dirt

Your eyes stare blank up to the skies

Of your dreaming desert ancestors

Cut off from your spirit guides.

You were alone

Where were your family?

Where were your friends?

Where were you tribespeople?

Where were your fans?

The audiences who watched you,

As you walked with one foot

Caught in dreamtime skies

Dragging the other, a crippled limb

Bound to the white man’s world

Maybe you had to go

To be healed

Of the malaise

Given you in return

For your stories

For your dreams

For your spirit

That became so twisted

In time.

The Most Character Building Experience is ......

B'H
To read through a report generated by the GIPA (FOI) from the NSW Department of Education and realise if it wasn't so tragic and some ill-informed comments driven by so much malice and prejudice about one's self, it is hilariously funny. I have material for some of the best comedy skits ever.
I also have now in possession a scanned copy of my NSW teaching certificate which I was supposed to have been awarded in 2004 the exact date is 30/1/04 and the date of issue is 01/02/06. I never received it. Part of the  reason was or the main reason I did not receive it was probably because I made a complaint of discrimination against a principal in September 2005 which resulted in a trail of malicious lies and half truths being perpetuated ad infinitum by a less that competent principal who, as he was fond of informing me (when I was trying to talk to him about strategies to deal with a group of good but difficult students), had 37 years experience in the NSW Teaching Service. Good I say, give the man a wooden spoon and hit him on the head with it, rattle what little brains he had and hopefully they will resettle in a more ordered fashion.
Things I found out through the GIPA are incredible. I found out that the retired principal who did my initial interview for the NSW Education Department obviously from the tone of his comments did not like me. He figured that he would give me casual approval, probably because he could not think of adequate reason to disqualify me.  In the scenario that he had denied me casual approval to teach in NSW he reasoned correctly that I would appeal and then his prejudice would be exposed. I do not know what I did to raise his ire, but he commented that I was confident to a fault.
I do know that the principal I complained against and had my complaint upheld had a real problem psychologically and that is what I did not understand then and to this day I cannot understand how such a person can be put in such a position to destroy the careers of others for no good reason except to protect their own egos.
I have two glowing reports from two female principals and was also highly thought of by the Deputy who was a man at Fairfield High School. I had a rather unpleasant report from Sheena James Head Teacher of English Macquarie Fields High School which is no surprise considering that the Daily Organiser hired me and dumped me on her and she stated as much from my first day in the school and made it quite plain that she did not want me for the position and had had someone else in mind for the replacement position I was filling. I think if I had known what she was going to do to me and the lies and the games, I really should have told Maquarie Fields , thank you very much but the school I am currently at Fairfield High School have offered me a position to the end of the year. The sad truth was that I had taken the position at MacQuarie High School from the 13th of August 2001 and that was in July. Meanwhile I took a two weeks casual job at Fairfield High School. At the end of the second week, the DP asked me to come back and even suggested I tell MacQuarie that I have a position which they want me until the end of the year. I did not, feeling honour bound to fulfil my commitment to MacQuarie. I had already accepted the job and felt that I really could not ring them two days before the 13th and say 'sorry guys, I am staying at Fairfield'. I wish I had done so. My time at Fairfield was fantastic. I had both English and ESL classes.  The staff of 13 in the English faculty were dedicated and professional.  I can say the same of Eskine Park where I taught for a term and Northmead. Sadly the same could not be said of Maquarie Fields. That was my personal experience of MacQuarie Fields which may be coloured by the fact that the HT felt I was somehow 'foisted on her department' and she made every effort to ensure that my time there was uncomfortable to the extreme. She was condescending and excluded me from information that was necessary for my  functioning as a teacher in the system. She bawled me out for no reason in front of students, taking a permanent teacher's word about an incident which smacked of rampant anti semitism and anti Israel sentiment. He was of Lebanese Heritage and he an another Leb teacher would make rather disparaging and vile comments about Israel and Jews when only they and I were in the staff room. Not wishing to make a scene and feeling very uncomfortable I would leave the staff room as afterall it was my word against theirs. And as this James woman pointed out to me, 'who do you think you are? You are just a bloody Temp. And Mxxx is a PERMANENT teacher. Do you know the difference. We should report you to the union.' Report me to the union for what I might have asked, but I was too shocked because I was being bawled out like a naughty junior high school student in front of students and colleagues alike. I was in a rather fragile state due to sickness in the family and other things happening in my personal life so I think I burst into tears. What I should have said to this idiotic Head Teacher who doesn't deserve the title Head Teacher was ,'Right, Ms James, go right ahead and report me and I will also have some things to say about the way I am being treated.' Trouble was, in those days I was too sensitive.
I can't publish a book on bullying but let me write my story out. At least I will have a healing and some others may learn from my mistakes in dealing with my bullying in the NSW department of Education and handle it better.

Currently working on....

B'H

It has been over a month since I posted on my blog. Shows how frantically busy I have been. The politics surrounding LION FM seem to be settling down. Shoshanna and I have had three successful shows. We have had my old teacher to speak about the Festival of Shavuot and then we had Gemma Wines speak about Autism and that was a very good and very informative show. This week we visit the Shomron to hear from Lea Goldshmit who is part of a four generations of a family living at Itamar a town of approximately five thousand there. We have many shows planned and hope to gain a regular following of people.
I have to rejoin the VWC and to get my entry in for the E.J. Brady competition and Glimmer. I have two stories on the back burner and need to edit and to refine and write more.
There are also many things to do with my son's learning that I need to continue with if he is to make improvements on a constant basis. I am quite sure now that his hearing loss from the age of 8 months to two years had more to do with his learning difficulties than any real intellectual impairment which I do not believe that he has.

The dance

He dances, spinning and jumping as

Sparks fizz from the fire

Singeing points of light

Fly up into the dark woollen knit sky.

He moves crisply

In time with the group

Ever watchful to be like them

He wants to be absorbed by them

But unique, just like the rest

He somersaults and stands on his hands

Momentarily saying, ‘Look at me!

I am here too!’ He is happy to be

One with the group.

Rav Shimeon bar Yochai watches smiling

To see these young Jews

Move and dance as one

Am Israel Chai

In hope that the dance

Will be mirrored in other ways

Throughout the day and the year

To come, we need to move as one.

Falling leaves

It is the time of autumn falls again


Dappled leaves change


Greens yellowing to fiery flames


Dancing on branches


Whipped by winds and rain


They flood the gutters and foot paths.


Children run and kick up the piles


In delirious joy, they fall and roll


Together in the leaves, scarves flying


So securely, they are attached


To life, binding together the good times


With little thought or careful planning


While others age


Their memories wither and die


Like leaves falling from trees


Yet unlike the trees,


Their minds will not blossom anew


In the spring turgid with green buds


Sprouting those broad flat leaves,


But remain starkly branched limbs


Breaking off pieces continually


Stretched and pleading for mercy


Against a bleached blue sky


When words shrink and shrivel to nothingness


For some, becoming aged is to die


A thousand deaths in one life.

Jeremy Rapke QC and former DPP resigns and it has all the signs of mobbing Bully Behaviour

B'H
It appears that QC Jeremy Rapke's only real crime was to hold the judiciary to account on their treatment of victims of crime, to call for more adequate sentencing for drug offences and for child abuse crimes as well as rape. I googled him and came across an unspeakably offensive site that attacks his personal life and casts dispersions on his conduct in a most vile way. He has made some serious enemies. You can be sure,, from this aspect I would say that he was doing the right thing and upset a few of the criminals.
The fact that Robert Richter QC who defends some of the worst types for a price, is critcal of Rapke is more than an indication he probably was fulfilling his role as DPP in an honest way. Much more so than Richter, who I would hazard a guess, is a sort of legal prostitute. The only difference between him and one of the streetwalkers in Fitzroy Street, St. Kilda is that he operates from a luxury office paid for with drug money and sells his intellectual expertise helping lawbreakers stay out of prison.  She unfortunately pays for her drugs by selling her body and will end up either over dosing in some gutter or in prison or homeless. They have the same criminal mentality and the same morals.
I also wonder at the Chief Justice Warren rebuking a prosecutor who is best serving the interests of the victims of crime rather than the criminals. I mean, be damned, how dare the man have the audacity to think that the law is for the public interests and not for those that flaunt and break the law where ever possible and use violence, both physical and psychological, to achieve their aims? Whose interests does Chief Justice Marilyn Warren represent? it does not appear to be that of fair justice and the public.
Just from what I have read, it seems like Rapke is a victim himself of mobbing 'bully behaviour. If you can't beat them, you destroy them using criminal means and slander them. The very fact that he had to resign when he obviously wanted to achieve so much that was in the best interests of the public justice system, seems a daunting indictment on the whole system currently in place. If you wanted an honest system and an ethical one, you would think that they would keep him on.
http://www.news.com.au/jeremy-rapke-fights-for-victims/story-e6frf7kx-1225936490990

Hamesh Orot

Hamesh Orot


Five lights on a hill

Flicker, extinguished here

They flare up in a different sphere

Bright in the night

Light in the deep darkness

They burn eternal flames,

G-dly sparks carried within.

Amalek, rises to break our will

Our land, we do not forsake

Despite those you kill.



Hamesh, five souls departed

But their lights remain

In this worldly home

And the next one

Despite the blood that stains

The floors of the home

Which was their family abode.

The light it grows strong

Because it knows where it belongs.

Five lights on a hill

Burn, beacons to the world beyond

Of humanity destroyed by brutal beings

Who have no excuse to give,

For their deed but to proclaim

Their lust to kill is greater than

Natural compassion for a sleeping babe,

Rudely awakened in her parents’ blood,

She wails and a monster with a knife turns back

Pitilessly to slit her throat

Ending a three month sojourn.

She is a small blue and white sack

Among four others

Cut down without mercy

By Evil Angels bent on destroying

The peace of Shabbat.

Master of the Universe,

Where were the Good Angels?

Were they late in coming?

Because there were many to save that night

Even as an Arab woman is delivered

Of a live baby girl

By the same medics

Who took three month old Hadas z’l

Shroud wrapped from a home on a hill

Light as a toy

But a heavier burden none should have to bear

Who tried to save young Elad

When two evil angels walked to destroy

Hamesh, the number of books in Torah

Five lights on a hill

Will burn bright

Remembered

Because you cannot break our will

Despite those you may kill

G-D the ultimate Judge, decides

Who is worthy and

Who breaks the peace that others build.