You know, there are times I do despair.
Every time I see photos of aboriginal kids, their faces so bright and full of life, is one of them.
Because I know where all that promise and potential is going to end up. Because I know that they'll be wrecked as people by the time they are fifteen.
I am so sick and tired of white middle-class compassion junkies being more than happy to let this go on indefinitely so they have a "sacred victim" onto which they can project their needs to feel good about themselves and prove what Mahatmas they are.
I am sick to death of an urban aboriginal elite who have profited from promoting the failed policies that have led inevitably and predictably to this point.
The entire rights and separatism agenda has been a manifest failure for years now, but it continues to be pushed by those with an institutional stake in its disastrous continuance.
And yet meanwhile the lives of yet another generation of kids is being ruined as we dither and dick-around with talk of land rights, native title, apologies and preambles to the constitution.
All good stuff for those who like to discuss how enlightened they are while enjoying a fine New Zealand pinot noir on the balcony of their inner city townhouse.
But at least they care! Yup, they care a lot
Pity though about the people left to rot in the middle of nowhere.
Noel Pearson also despairs about the fact that K R Puff'n'Fluff and co haven't got a clue about what they are doing.