Two women.
Two cultures.
One love.
The vision is shaped through the eyes of my two grandmothers.
One Gamilaraay/Wiradjuri, one English-born Australian.
Their lives show that connection, unity and love are possible, even when history says it shouldn’t be.
Nanny Gill:
My “White” Grandmother
My Nan, “Nanny Gill”, was born in England.
When she was 12, her family came to Australia in search of a better life.
They arrived at Central Station with no money, no food and nowhere to go.
After searching all night, they eventually found a place to stay in Manly, a rough, flea-infested apartment.
That was her start in Australia.
Nan’s story is one of resilience and rebuilding from nothing.
Nanny Kim:
My “Black” Grandmother
My Nan, Kim, was born in Dubbo, NSW.
Not far from Burra Bee Dee Mission, where her mother, aunties and uncles were taken during the Stolen Generations.
With the mission and removal of her family so came the fading of our clan’s stories, our lore, and generations of knowledge that should have been passed down.
That was her start in Australia.
Nan’s story is a testament to cultural survival, a line interrupted yet still standing.
Two Women. Two Cultures.
One shared connection.
Different origins.
Different histories.
But never enemies.
They both faced hardship on this land.
They both lost parts of who they were.
Yet they both passed down strength, love and resilience.
Their journeys meet in me, a grandson carrying two histories that once stood on opposite sides but no longer need to stay divided.
the vision
A future where both of my grandmothers’ histories no longer sit across from one another but stand side by side, finally together.