I'm gathering these reflections on a beach in Darwin, the last great Australian city.
'Great Australian' things are inherently problematic. I once heard an entertainer reflect that there aren't many countries in the world that you can be 'un' in, and Australia is one of them. Un-Australian. Un-American.
Why would I label Darwin this, or use such problematic words for a place that doesn't exist in a way that seems framed as favourable? Well, there are layers to love. But if one is to love them, then they must be loved atop the proper foundations.
Larrakia is the proper place name to use for Darwin. It is 'proper' because it is its oldest name and the name shared with its people- those who are Larrakia as much as are from it. You cannot know a place nor speak for it unless you are grown from and with it.
Children of modernity no longer understand this. We have been brainwashed by the promise of objective reason.