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Azaria's ghost can be heard as you pass the big red rock

Original Source: THE AGE: SATURDAY 03 MARCH 2012
Martin Flanagan
March 3, 2012 Opinion
Lindy Chamberlain and her daughter, Azaria, shortly before Azaria's disappearance.

THE treatment of Lindy Chamberlain was the closest I have come to seeing a witch being burned alive.


Recently, I read a remark she made when asked about the abducted English child Madeleine McCann, the treatment of whose parents by the English tabloids shocked the Leveson inquiry. ''The people want answers,'' she said, ''and if they haven't got them they'll invent them.''


The most incredible fact in the Chamberlain case is that for 24 hours, the police, the other people in the camping ground and the Aboriginal tracker agreed with Lindy Chamberlain in believing that a dingo had taken her baby Azaria. Then another mind got involved, European in origin, based in cities and largely divorced from the land.

For a period thereafter, Australia was like a European village in the Middle Ages. Lindy Chamberlain had a strange religion (she was a Seventh-day Adventist). A photo showed her baby dressed in black. Who dresses a baby in black? She didn't show emotion. What sort of mother doesn't show emotion after her baby is killed?


I still remember the speed with which the rumour that the name Azaria meant ''sacrifice in the desert'' swept past. It was like an express train carrying the (false) news to all corners of the land. People said the mother should be hanged. Instead, after a barrage of ''expert'' witnesses hostile to her, she was sentenced to life imprisonment with hard labour.


Did the venue matter? You bet. Uluru is an everyday Australian symbol, but one that has active Aboriginal meanings and powers. In a significant irony, its whitefella name, Ayers Rock, comes from a whitefella who never even saw the place. Uluru has a dreaming about a dingo who is hostile to humans and eats babies. The story is part of the Aboriginal knowledge of the place.


In the mid-1990s, I was at Kiwirrkurra, a Pintupi community about 500 kilometres north-west of Uluru. Only 10 years earlier, a family had walked into Kiwirrkurra from the desert, where they had been living a traditional nomadic lifestyle - this was their first contact with whites.


At Kiwirrkurra, I met a white woman whose daughter went missing in the surrounding desert. She had watched, impatient, as an old Pintupi man spent hours studying a mass of tracks where the child had been playing, unthreading the footprints one from another like strands of a rope. Then he headed off into the desert and found the girl.


The Pintupi man told the child's mother a dingo took Azaria Chamberlain. Then people who know about such things told me that the people at Mutitjulu - that is, the local mob at Uluru - never doubted that a dingo took Azaria. A fourth coronial inquiry now being held in Darwin is expected to arrive at the same conclusion.


Lindy Chamberlain says maybe now people will understand dingoes are dangerous.


Last week, walking in the bush, I nearly trod on a snake. There's nothing like a snake to remind us that the land has another nature, a nature apart from our own.


Lindy Chamberlain is a story of the land like the story of the explorers Burke and Wills. They headed off with every advantage mid-19th century technology could bestow. They set off to conquer the Australian interior and never returned. Burke and Wills have a unique place not only in the history of Australian exploration but in the Australian psyche. Lindy Chamberlain has, too.


To quote an old Australian song, she and her baby are like ''ghosts who can be heard'' as you pass by that big red rock in the centre of our land.


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