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URGENT COMMUNITY NOTICE. ANOTHER BLACK DEATH IN CUSTODY.

SHAUN COOLWELL DIED IN POLICE CUSTODY AT LOGAN ON THE 2ND. OCTOBER.

THE FAMILY HAD CALLED FOR AN AMBULANCE AS SHAUN NEEDED URGENT MEDICAL ATTENTION. HE WAS LOSING BLOOD FROM A CUT ARTERY.

TEN COP CARS TURNED UP. SHAUN NEEDED HELP. HE WAS SMASHED TO THE FLOOR AND HANDCUFFED AND ARRESTED. BY THE TIME SHAUN WAS TAKEN TO THE HOSPITAL IT WAS TOO LATE. HE WAS DECLARED DECEASED.

JUSTICE FOR SHAUN COOLWELL.
STOP BLACK DEATHS IN CUSTODY !!!

SATURDAY 24TH. OCTOBER.
RALLY AT PARLIAMENT HOUSE AT 11AM.

MARCH ON THE POLICE HQ AT ROMA STREET AND WE WILL DEMAND AN URGENT MEETING WITH THE POLICE COMMISSIONER.

chris maverSUPPORT THE FAMILY. THE COOLWELL FAMILY ALSO LOST ANOTHER SON ( BRADLEY ) FOUR YEARS AGO IN SIMILAR CIRCUMSTANCES.

PARLIAMENT HOUSE GEORGE STREET AT 11AM. MARCH TO POLICE HQ AND THEN TO MUSGRAVE PARK.

WE DEMAND JUSTICE FOR SHAUN.
THE COPS MUST BE CHARGED WITH CRIMINAL NEGLIGENCE.
STOP BLACK DEATHS IN CUSTODY !!!

phone – Sam Watson ( 0401227443 )
Music
The Young Dancer is Dead by Kev Carmody

8 responses to “URGENT COMMUNITY NOTICE. ANOTHER BLACK DEATH IN CUSTODY.

  1. Brisbane Aboriginal-Sovereign Embassy

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  2. If I throw a stick, will you leave?

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  3. Rally against police killing of Shaun Coolwell (Part II)

    Members of the Brisbane Aboriginal Community spell out to the politicians and police what we want to stop aboriginal deaths in custody.

    Sam Watson – welcome to country and introduction.
    Fred Coolwell – stop police killing our people!
    Murri woman – stay strong, be black!
    Lionel Fogarty – advice to people about struggle against deaths in custody and poem

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  4. Eat the Sky, Drink the Moon

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  5. Lionel Fogarty poem

    For I Come – Death In Custody

    I
    in a jail.
    Even a Murri wouldn't know
    if him free.
    The land is not free.
    Dreamtime is not free.
    No money needed.
    See that scarred hand at work
    that's cutting away
    to freedom
    Freedom.
    Jail not for me
    but a lot of my people in jail
    White jail are cruel
    Set up the family, stay away
    come to see your Murri
    look big and grown
    in learning, of our gods teaching.
    What they give you in here?
    Away from the corroboree
    In the fuckin' jails
    Murri get out, so we can fight
    like the red man has done
    Lord them a come.
    My brother die there
    in white custody
    And I hate the way the screws patch up
    and cover up.
    He died at the white hands
    it was there, in the stinkin' jails
    up you might blacks
    Him not free
    For when white man came
    it's been like a jail
    with a wife and a family
    black man can stay in jail
    like it's home.
    Fuck, they hung us all.
    by Lionel Fogarty
    (For brother D.L.)
    

    http://www.poetrylibrary.edu.au/poets/fogarty-lionel/for-i-come-death-in-custody-0214033

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  6. We have no country

    Shaun Coolwell was born on 12 June 1982.

    He was a twin, a loving uncle, brother and son. He comes from the formidable Coolwell clan from country near Tambourine Mountain.

    Along with the Sandi’s and the Thompson’s, the Coolwell’s are part of the strong Mununjali mob from Beaudesert. For example Sam Watson’s great grandad was a Coolwell, born in 1850. A strong man who lived in a ring barking camp and would come to town in Beaudesert with his countrymen, give the locals in the pubs a hiding for stealing their land and go back to working in the bush. Hard work.

    At Shaun’s funeral yesterday his niece and nephew, uncles and aunties, sisters testified to his loving spirit. They wore T shirts which said ‘Our Land’.

    I strongly encourage people to attend supporters of justice to attend the rally at parliament this Saturday 24 October and to march with the family and their supporters in their demand for justice. Police murder must stop.

    We have no country
    We are refugee, aborigine
    This is a country of words
    Cell door, concrete floor
    Pay respect to old people
    Who lost life in struggle
    Original owners of the land
    Turrubul here, Jagera over there
    Mununjali down Beaudesert way
    Quandamooka over on Straddie
    All who managed country for millennia
    We sell our labour
    When we hurt, old or sick
    They lay us off
    Don’t even see it coming
    Is happening all around
    Join the union when we can
    Get dirt money or sick pay
    Pension if we lucky
    Big money days are over
    If we fight they use laws
    To crush our union
    We have no country
    We are refugee, aborigine
    This is a country of words
    Cell door, concrete floor
    Land and sea give us hope
    Our dreams, our dreaming
    Each morning the sun it rises
    Ruined land can be fixed
    Broken bodies can be mended
    If we lose our minds
    Take refuge in spirit
    Our mob, union
    This is the life
    We have no country
    Cell door, concrete floor
    But we are gonna get it back
    Always was, always will be
    Pay tribute to those who died or were injured badly in struggle: John Pat, Eddie Murray, Daniel Yock, David Gundy, TJ Hickey, Mulrunji, Lyji Vaggs, Greg Matheson, Phil Perrier, Sheldon Currie, Bradley Coolwell, Ruby Hunter, Uncle Country, Julieka Dhu, Sheila Oakley, Nathaniel West, Kevin Vieritz, Shaun Coolwell, Dundalee

    Ian Curr
    23 October 2015

    Music
    Warumpi band – My Island Home (1987)
    [George Burarrwanga on vocals and didgeridoo, Gordon Butcher on drums, his brother Sammy Butcher on guitar and bass guitar, and Neil Murray on rhythm guitar and backing vocals. George Burarrwanga passed away in 2007 of lung cancer.]

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  7. Gareth William Smith

    Justice for Shaun indeed over this yet another appalling death in custody. Aboriginal deaths in custody must be made the issue that blocks Australia from securing a place on the UN Human Rights Committee.

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