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Preface ix
Figure l. Augustus 11
Figure 9. B. King 91
Acknowledgements
Preface
Each culture creates its own dreaming -myths which evolve and revolve
around memories of social origins. Imm igration, the status of being an
immigrant, has always fascinated, partially because of the expcrience of
uprooting, of exile from a familiar orientation of culture and social meaning.
Sketched out as a particular shared experience of geographical displacement,
the 'migrant dreaming' encapsula tes, contains and enguJfs even greater
distances, distances of class, gender, and ethnicity, as well as of diverse
individual pasts, their presents and divergent futures. For immigrants to
Australia during the post-World War 11 immigration boom, the shared
moment of entry into their 'second life' has clustered around a few vivid
images and trigger words. One of these is, or has become, 'Bonegilla'.
By way of introduction, it is perhaps enough to say that Bonegilla was an
Immigration Centre opened up by the Australian Department of Immigration
in 1947. It was located about eight miles from the nearest town Albury, at
least a six.-hour train joumey from any of the main urban population centres.
Its role was integral to the development of an Australian post-war
immigration programmc aimcd to counter population and labour deficiencies.
Aftcr the war, and u ntil its closure in 1971, its majar purpose was lo house
non-British migrants. More than three hundred thousand people from all parts
of the European continent passed through its gatcs during this lime.
Bonegilla was in sorne ways unique. It was to be used as a 'staging camp'
for 'processing' migrants. Voluntary and refugee migrants who had exchanged
two years of their labour for assisted or free passages could be railed from
Bonegilla to remole areas of the Australian continent, to be placed in jobs
Australians did not want to do, away from mettopoJitan centtes and in 'critical
areas of the economy'. It would also be a place where these migrants were to
be 'Australianised', given training in the English language and familiarised
with the Australian way of life, ali of which was to talce place within a period
of six weeks. In actuality the nature of Üleir experience of Bonegilla varied;
for sorne, the time there stretched out to months, for others, it may have been
x. Bonegilla 'APlace of No Hope'
a matter of only a week. What they all had in cmnmon was Bonegilla -as
a place where their fates, at Jeast in the immediate future, would be decided
for them. The 'Reception and Training' Centre was effectively to be a site
not only where accommodation would be provided, but where migrants could
be stratified into certain social and occupational classifications: classified
generically as 'New Australians', and occupationally as 'labourer' or
'domestic'. An infonnal policy of 'non-confrontation and dispersa!', and of
keeping these groups largely isolated from urban Australian society,
maximised the immigrants' potential as a directable and controllable pool of
labour. It is this role which left its imprint on the lives of the majority of
those who passed through.
As the period in which Bonegilla operated became incorporated into
the assimilation era of immigration history, so its role in shaping the
nature of the 'migrant experience' for those who had passed through its
gates was increasingly underplayed or forgotten. Seemingly silent, yet
quite vocal inconsistencies, such as the pronunciation of Bone/gilla,
Bo/ne/gilla, in fact suggest that the very word hides a complex series of
histories crucial to our understanding of the possibilities of an
ethnically non-homogenous Australian society. Depending on its
preferred pronunciation, [Bone/gilla (the Australian version), Bo/ne/gilla
(the 'migrant' version)], the idea of Bonegilla has been co-opted into the
realm of immigration myth, as wen as constituting a majar part of the
immigrants' re-ordering of their reality, much as the Immigration
Department itself had used it to construct its own image of a successful
immigration programme. Yet all these significances, these voices, have
largely remained silent, out of earshot of mainstream Australian
history. It is my generation - the later generation -who is picking
up on the theme. And the theme - because it has no existence
within an official version - is 'extracted' from the 'originals', from
those who were there.
Certainly the physical reality of Bonegilla as an Immigration Centre
no longer exists. Neither does its Australian interpretation as BoneJgilla
- it has been decoded and recoded to have meaning for a new
'multicultural' Australia rather than the old 'new Australian'. The one-
time 'migrants' ' recollections of Bonegilla, their isolation from any shared
community input of historical awareness, in the majority of cases until
approached by an eager oral historian, would seem to suggest that
Bonegilla should have died a natural death with its physical closure. Yet
the word BonegiUa is becoming increasingly prominent and recognised by
Australians and ex-inhabitants of the camp long after the peak of its own
infamy. The idea of Bonegilla has created its own comm unity -
those who know about Bonegilla as distinguished from those for whom it
signifies nothing; and then from those
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The Policy
The other focus of public appeal was a concem for 'the nation', that is its
economic welfare. The interests that 'the nation' may have represented wcre
ambiguously stated and summed up as the health of the GDP and the state of
industry. In an attempt to co-ordinate immigration with specific employment
needs, surveys were to be undertaken aimed at discovering the capacity of each
state to 'absorb' migrants during 1947. These surveys would also discover
what facilities were suitable for the temporary or transit accommodation of
migrants. By February 1947 it was further decided that the states would set up
'reception depots' near ports of disembarkation. Ex-military establishments
which could house a few hundred at a time were sought in the outer suburbs
of principal cities.5 The Commonwealth Employment Service would
cstablish offices there to assist the quicker and simpler absorptíon of British
migrants into the workforce.
After the war even Britain and many other industrialised nations were
suffering labour shortages. These more favoured migrant 'source' countries
were loath to give up their workers when they were so desperately needed at
home. Although there was an unlimited fund of Displaced Persons available
for the purposes of providing workers, these were people Australia, initially,
did not want to accept, despite UN picas that Australia take a fair quota for
humanitarian reasons.6
A more concened attempt to try and encourage the immigration of
'suitable' types was made in May 1947 with the adoption of the Empire and
Allied ExServiccmen's Scheme -soldiers of Dutch, Norwegian, Belgian,
French and Danish 'extraction' were to be enticed by the opportunity of re
settling in Australia.7 But, in the same month, sorne CIAC officials were
surprised to receive word that Calwell's department was now making
overtures to join the International Refugee Organisation (IRO) which handled
the resettlement of the Displaced Persons. Although Calwell was not so
casily dcterred in his desire for particular types of immigrants to constitute
the backbone of his immigration plan, at this point the importance of the
immigration plan itself overwhelmed the detail of its ethnic and cultural
makeup.
The imperatives dictated by labour shortages were such, thal in June,
Calwell felt it necessary to undertake a world tour to study the question of
shipping and immígration, and to examine the IRO's own resources for
transportation. Over the following months another agreement was made with
the IRO. Twelve thousand Displaced Persons {DPs) from camps in occupied
Europe were to be resettled in A ustralia in lhe first year. Only an
experimental number, it was soon increased to 20,000 even befare the first
arrivals.8
'A Place of No Hope' 3
The Camp
That week Heyes and Calwell had together visited the camp 'to see Balts
being Australianised', learníng songs such as 'Three Blind Mice' and 'lt's a
Long Way to Tipperary', reading poetry from "fhe Man from Snowy River',
'I Love a Sunburnt Country', and to be the delighted observers of a concert
demonstrating the migrants' cultpral accomplishments presented in Calwell's
honour.6 They wcre both satisfied at the manner in which improvements
were being undertaken, and quite confidently reported that the migrants
themselves were 'very appreciative of what had been done for them.' Any
conflicting opinions were quickly, and confidenUy, dismissed.
PART II: PASSING THROUGH - 1947-1951
A ug ustus
Lady, read on local paper your nocice abouc che Bonegílla Camp, hope
my writings could help you for a page?
Landed in Melbourne, 18-8-1950 from che Fairsea MV from
Germany , straight Germany, Port Said , Suez Melbourne about 2000
Displaced People from lhe shrinking to lhe East Europa. Po/es,
Hungarians, Yugoslavs, Czechs, Roumanians, Italians etc. Train was
second class with seats not timber ones, Europa we had t hird class, sort of
'lift' to moralefor a start.
Reached Bonegilla by bus (jrom Albury ), it was dark. At the sort o/
arrival-room, looked to the lightglobe swarming with mosquitoes afirst drop.
Sorne how we gol our shed , galvanised iron walls, roo[. timber frame. Jusi
to
look al it. no masonite lining well we gol our 'bed' and linens. Sure 'linens'
after migrant camp (only 9 months for me. years for others) was a Lift -
pleasant one.
Opened my eyes, light was streaming in. My nose gave a signa/ , as
'temperature', gave a blow and a steaming column went up. Is this 'warm
Australia?' Well it was winter here.morning lined same huts.went to
breakfast: chops, porridge, marmalade, slice of bread , some cheese. Well
bread was not much as we mosl live on bread, hut helped myse/f on cheese;
mutton chops, well most o/ us gave them a miss.
We were divided. lluts most far nationalities. Was told it was an ex Army
camp. It was a first drop into classic galvanised-iron roofs, timber frame
buildings, I had to find as a classic in this /and. Today I am still a great
believer in galvanised iron roofs, they're good for catching water.
We had the day free to settle down. By way of life I am an inquisitive
minded person. There was a young boy (J was 30 , single), my age who /
knew /rom the ship and decided to get out the camp to see the place. We
were wa/king still inside the camp, when by chance J looked to the ground
-
there was something , a BIG Brown Penny. I picúd it up looked to my
'treasure', yes, THAT was ALL the money I could count on. Not had /or a
few yards walk. Strangely myfriend did not look around much, his nose was
down. Well Ostralia is a rich land we were told. He went back. I went on, on
to the open spaces. J /ove them, then J was struck. You will never lhink o/
this simple fact , my ears were geuing used to rhe sounds about , and smiled.
Cattle mooing, dogs barking, sheep, bees, hirds, well THEY were 'talking' as
in Europa. /t lifted my morale.
10 Bonegílla 'APlace of No Hope'
Reached a bilumen romí and walked as it sort of followed Ihe lake, the
/Jume Reser voir. A car stopped , a family inside, the driver told me
'something', I said 'no inglish'. they smiled , and went on. The words were
impressed. Back in the camp /ooked to the dictionary, and laughed. They
asked me if I want a lift. Well to Ostralians people do not walk much on
roads, long distances.
We had a hall meeting where the Camp Director told us how we were
/ucky to have huts, his ancestors did not have that luck just tents if any.
In the evening borrowed sixpence and got an airletter sent to my mother,
as l
was here and well.
/t was a starry night, bit o/ moonlight, if 1 remember. Walking to the
post o/fice could not help but see the Southern Cross, so large. lt was
another 'lift', l'm a bit romantic.
Next days went around there was the range for gunnery, a tank shell with
still marks of jiring. War was over, learned time after hcw the boys of years
be/ore went up North to fight Japs. I was an ex-enemy , in enemy
land. Goodwill and my techhical education were my wealth and hopefor
the/UJure. On the Weir I could not help but see the water rushing out o/
the pipes.
Such a waste o/ energy, l asked a friend . 'Why don't they put in a
turbine?'. 'Oh. they have plenty of power here'. I remembered in the offices
drawings o/ electrical applíances with X's on them, getting power could
not have been that easy, but maybe getting things easy was a way of life
here.
The camp's speakers calls ended with 'thank-you' - it told me this
land
was at least civilised -at the camp,farmers. people , were coming to
select 'manpower'. The address system calling out names to go to the
o/fice mates were going to the railways. J hoped to get there. l did not
know what sort of life they went to, they got a tent, bed, light, a pan , sure
it was pioneering conditions. One day we got our first pay, sorne shillings,
as difference from what they gol lo keep us and saved. I felt a rich man,
sorne nights we even got picture shows. And staring up at the screens,
there was the Humanity of Europa , and on lheir faces you saw what they
sujfered lo survive. But the younger ones had sparkling faces, pretty faces,
ali talking their own language, german the most common.
Sornebody tried to put out their national costumes.
F orgot. A few days a/ter our arrival we were called out al sort of
railway station where our baggage boxes were, had a suitcase, rucksack
and a bag, sorne young o/ficer in plain clothes was looking in our
baggage, when it carne my turn l opened my suitcase, books were in there
he ran through the pages and out carne a branch o/ Oak ami a blue
flower. He took lhem and tossed them into a sort of incinerator. l was
ready to blow. The branch of Oak and the flower were Europa to me. l
took them the last lwurs befare l
Passing Through 1947-1951 11
left. There in Delmenhorts the last hours before going on ship. 1felt to walk
out of the camp. There were green fields, it was a misty-blue sky, flowers,
birds, pretty houses among trees. l tried tofill my eyes and Soul to the ful/.
Will 1ever see them again?
So l took a branch of oak
and a flower there. That
young Ostralian officer could
NOT
know what he did to nJ.e :_. ....,
/ One day my name carne on the
speaker. There in the office
they asked if l wanted to work
in the PMG. Well, telephones.
S h u r e, so my life started to
roll on. I gol the job passed
the e:caminations got marríed
(HAD to impon a girl) J built
my home, shure the Úon is
galv iron and it sing when rain.
Year ago I met an Ostralian he
too was in Bonegilla Camp. l
asked him if then the huts were
lined, shure not, so we did not
have worse than them and he
dropped. We did NOT have hot
water; we had to get cold
showers, I could not believe it
myself. M e, ex-enemy , hot
water showers, and Ostralians
cold -water.
Well l am 34 years in this
Land , 30 European; Austrian
by old traditions, romantíc ,
me /odie , musical , I am
including a photo made on my
arrival. M y surname was dif!
erent , Italians forced my
father to change the original. l
gol it back when J became a
citizen of this land -even my
suitcase proved my dreams. Figure 1.
"No One Penny -No lnglish.'
12 Bonegilla 'A Place of No Hope'
Figure 2.
Port Melbowne 1949
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The nurnbers catered for at Bonegilla are so great, and the area so
vast that it functions alrnost as a town in itself; one of one's
rnost vivid first impressions is regarding its size, and the regular
bus service withín the camp is a necessity. As a visitor 1 had
probably a differenl impression of the camp from that which a
Ncw Australian might have on arrival, and it may be that many
e:>: perience<l a sene of i ola tion in being situated so rnany miles
from the nearest town . . . . The appearance presented by seores
of huts is not prepossessing, but an effort has been rnade to
brighten the Civic centre and the three Centre administration
blocks with bright gardens, and, in sorne blocks, gardens have
becn tended around the huts also. The view bcyond the camp to
the surrounding hills and the wcir is a magnificent onc and 1
understand that New Australians have comrnented upon this
feature also. It would provide sorne measure of cornpensation for
the inconvenience of camp life . . . .It is difficult to give
anything beyond a 11eneral impression after a brief stay at
Bonegilla, far in so large a camp a considerable time is
necessarily spent orienting oneself. 1