For Their Own Good

Diary of a Mad Law Professor

By Patricia J. Williams

This article appeared in the May 17, 2004 edition of The Nation.

April 29, 2004

One of my favorite little films is a satirical documentary titled Babakiueria. Only about thirty minutes long, it was made by the Australian Aboriginal community to commemorate the bicentennial of British rule. It's hard to find these days, so you'll have to trust my best recollection, but it opens with a long shot of a happy family of contemporary white Australians having a nice relaxing barbecue on the beach. Into the frame chugs a boatload of Aborigines, dressed in army khakis, "discovery" in their eyes. Their haughty leader steps off the boat and asks in the slow, hyperarticulated way some people reserve for speaking to the retarded or the hard of hearing "What... do...you...call...this...place?"

"Why, it's a barbecue area," the father of the family replies, with surprise and a welcoming innocence in his voice. "Nice native name," murmurs the Aboriginal leader. He nods to his men. "I like it." Then he assumes the stentorian intonation of one inaugurating a new regime: "I call this place: Babakiu-eria!"--and plants a flag.

The rest of the film follows the white family as they fall into more and more desperate circumstances because of the well-intentioned but misinformed policies imposed by the Aboriginal occupiers. They block a veterans' day parade because they think it a barbaric glorification of war. The Minister of White People's Affairs, an Aborigine with a perpetual smile of gentle condescension, displays actual footage of real-life Australian soccer riots to prove white people's love of ritual violence. Polluted cities are shown as proof of white primitivism. Over white complaints about disruption of their "ancient trade routes," highways are torn up and strips of "lovely" green grass and trees planted in their stead. White people are "taught" the ways of Aboriginal civilization by forcibly removing them from their homes, breaking up extended families and ultimately dropping them off in the middle of the outback to fend for themselves. "I wish I'd had such an opportunity," sighs the avuncular Minister of White People's Affairs.

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About Patricia J. Williams

Patricia J. Williams, a professor of law at Columbia University and a member of the State Bar of California, writes The Nation column "Diary of a Mad Law Professor." Her books include The Rooster's Egg (1995), Seeing a Color-Blind Future: The Paradox of Race (1997) and, most recently, Open House: On Family Food, Friends, Piano Lessons and The Search for a Room of My Own (Farrar Straus and Giroux, 2004.) more...
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