Lynus Preston in S02E04 of The Newsreader - Part Two ❤️
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The protest in Fremantle had only been the beginning.
“There’s a march being organised for Invasion Day up in Sydney.” Lynus told Helen. “Now that’s gonna be a proper Blackout. Biggest corroboree we’ve seen in our lifetime.”
He introduced Helen to a filmmaking crew who also found him ‘urgent.’ It turned out that cameraman Tim and Helen had worked together in the past.
“Helen here is trying to convince me that prime-time news is ready for a trouble-maker like me,” Lynus joked to the crew.
“You ain’t going to hear anything from back here. Come on, Bub,” Aunty Tiny brought Helen closer to the circle.
“We’re gonna go to Hyde Park, ain’t we?” Uncle Owie asked at the meeting.
“Well, a few of the mob are still talking about stopping at Hyde Park, Uncle.” Lynus replied, “but we all still hold the view that we think it’s important to carry on the march all the way to Lady Macquarie’s Chair, yeah?”
“The Harbour,” Aunty Tiny clarified.
“Yeah, they’ve set up a tent embassy there. They’ll be waiting for us.” Lynus added. “You know? That’s what we spoke about in our last meeting.”
“Yeah, well, I wasn’t at the last meeting.” Uncle Owie reminded Lynus, Lynus looking away. “But I’m here now. And I think it’s important that we all stick together in Hyde Park. All the clan groups united. One mob.”
“Yeah, but there’s no historical relevance in Hyde Park, Uncle.” Lynus countered. “Look, the point of invasion happened at the Harbour, yeah? That’s where the battle lines are.”
“‘Battle lines?’” Uncle Owie repeated. “You need to play the white man at the white man’s game. You know, if we’re there screaming and shouting and carrying on, they ain’t gonna see us. They ain’t gonna hear us. The world’s just gonna see a mob of angry blackfellas.”
“With all due respect, Uncle, I want the world to see our anger,” Lynus stated, emphatically. “I want them to see our pain, you know? Our humanity. I demand it. I’m done waiting for a chair at their table of ‘democracy.’ How many times have we died waiting for that to happen, Uncle?”
“Stuff their table,” someone called out, and Helen was grateful that she had been invited to theirs.