Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Here we go folks. For those looking to make a change next year. Labourers Required We have the following position available starting mid-January. We are seeking labourers to commence work in January 2018 on a major construction contract. There are numerous opportunities available but they won’t last. If you can work hard in hot dusty conditions and don’t mind staying at a fully serviced camp contact us at Indigenous Workstars and we’ll see if you’ve got what it takes. Must be able to pass a pre-employment drug and alcohol screen and medical. Requirements are: • White or Blue construction Card • Be able to pass Drug and Alcohol and Pre Medical • Drivers licence or photo ID • Birth Certificate or Passport • Strong Labouring Background The job is in the Collinsville Solar farm to start work in the middle of January. Camp Accommodation provided Roster is 3 weeks on and 1 week off. Rates will be discussed with those who get through pre-screening to the interview stage. DIDO 12 months work. Register on and we can kick start your New Year the right way. Once you've registered call me and let's make a change. TAKE THAT NEXT STEP!!

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Another Australia Day Over

So, I have a lot of positions going at a local meatworks in the south Burnett region (Kingaroy). The main criteria are to be able to pass a drug and alcohol test and have your own reliable transport and license to get to and from work, and be reasonably fit as there is quite a bit of lifting (up to 20 kilos). If you fit the bill there is long term work which pays well and has three different shifts to choose from. We have jobs going on the Slaughter Floor, jobs in packing, jobs in the offal rooms and hygiene positions going. If you would like to apply hit me up and we can get the ball rolling. Not a job that would suit everyone but good pay for those that can handle it. Call me on 0436 009 468 to apply.

Monday, October 30, 2017

Be Humble

To whom it may concern, My name is Stephen Passmore. I am a 47 year old Australian Aboriginal man with 8 children and 4 Grandsons. My mother is a Bidjara woman and my father is a Wakka Wakka man. I have ties to many other tribes including Kara Kara, Iningai and Wadja Wadja. I have worked full time since I was 17 in the construction industry including building, water treatment, rail and civil construction. At the age of fourteen I mowed lawns after school when my uncle bought a delivery business and could no longer maintain his mowing and yard care business in the central western Qld town of Barcaldine. Although the work was hard and hot I appreciated the trust that my uncle placed in me to take over a business that he had run for many years with an established customer base and plenty of goodwill. It was hot mowing those lawns in summer. Very hot. Many of the lawns I mowed had been allowed to get out of hand and had the odd surprise such as snakes hiding in amongst them. After a couple of years doing this I got more work in another uncles diner two evenings a week and working most weekends either with the lawns or doing various jobs my uncle had lined up for me. Tearing down stables or levelling and straightening the plaques in the cemetery War Memorial. There were many tasks to keep us busy. Whether is was driving trucks to deliver soft drinks to towns throughout the central west to pushing my mower around in 45 degree cutting the lawns of the elderly in the town. These activities and others were all done in a safe and productive manner. Every job that was undertaken has had an element of danger. Flying debris from the old mowers, use of chainsaws to cut timber for firewood to sell to the townsfolks, whatever the job there where risks From a young age I realised that others could be harmed or affected by my actions or lack thereof. We were taught that the safety of others was just as important as the safety of self. This knowledge was passed on from those doing the job. You never flew into the job, there was always time to sit down and have a look at the job first then figure out the best way to attack it. Whether it was digging out poles or trying my best to tear off corrugated iron sheets off the roofs of stables there was always some uncle or older cousin with me who had done it before, someone who had plenty of experience at the task at hand and would correct me (most times mockingly) when I was doing something the wrong way or in an unsafe manner. This was how it was done. The blokes who had done the job before showed the young pup the easiest and the quickest and safest way to do the job. I never lost any limbs, never broke a bone and was only laughed at when what I was doing was so far off the mark that laughter was the only response that could be expected. At no stage was I allowed to venture into the real danger zone where things could go from laughter to horror in the blink of an eye, the area of taking risks or working in an unsafe manner. This safety net continued even when we weren’t working. Throughout it all we still found family time. I was lucky in the sense that my family was very close. We did most things together, we went bush together at least once a month to hunt and fish and spend time living as out ancestors did, for the weekend at least. When we decided to go hunting in the traditional manner and track our prey for miles until it was found dug in deep under a pile of logs or in the middle of a bluebush somewhere miles from town, it was usually us young fullas that were charged with digging them out. We were always told along the way those things to watch out for and these were pointed out on more than one occasion. We were showed the tracks to follow and those to avoid. Taught to smell when certain prey were in the area and what to look for to stay safe and find a feed. Told which insects to follow. Which animals were good to eat and how to best prepare them to get the best taste from them and not ruin the taste of the meat. If you could find a better way to do things after doing the job for long enough to have a valid opinion you were usually grudgingly acknowledged with a wry grin and a slap on the back. I have known Mitch for about 4 years now. I met his sons first, they were only young men at the time on their first rail project in Western Australia. We first connected over being three Queenslanders in a place which was pretty scarce of Queenslanders. After that we bonded over books and shared views on the way things were and the way they should be. We were talking one night and they mentioned that I had to meet their old man. We had been talking for a while about abstract concepts and safety and all sorts of things. They said that their dad was a lot like me and he was working on a safety system that would work well together with an idea I had regarding safety and the early identification and location of unsafe situations. Well long story short they arranged a meeting back in Qld and Mitch and I met and exchanged ideas. Mitch introduced me to the term Action Research, when I first heard the term I had no idea what he was talking about. Mitch went on to explain the process to me. I remember the exact moment the penny dropped, we were in his kitchen at his home he explained how Action Research worked, he went on to explain how the Subject Matter Experts were in fact the men and women doing the job for years and had seen people doing things in all manner of ways and working through the coal to get to the diamond that was the most efficient, productive way to do the task. I stopped and looked at him and realised he was right. We have been force-fed methods for the last however many years. Procedures and practices which have been deliberated over and developed by people in an office. People who, in many cases, had never been on site doing the job that they were writing the SWMS for. People who had a degree in safety and had been taught by other just like them. Many of these professional safety workers were from backgrounds where following orders without questioning them was not only expected but demanded. Professions where safety was not so much of a way of life as another obstacle which had to be overcome to obtain the objective. A lot of responsibility is lifted from ones’ shoulders when they follow orders blindly. Especially when the shit hits the fan. The blame game seems to come into play. Workers following practices they had no input into and feel no ownership of. Practices which eat up production while literally increasing the likelihood of accidents or incidents. It’s the old story, “How long do you pee on the seat before you realise it works better with the lid up”? Everything Mitch has done blends and complements everything I had been taught about safe working as a very young man. He had taken away the inessentials of safety that only served to confuse and add unnecessary complications to relatively simple tasks which need neither the complication or the confusion. More than this it complemented everything I had observed in nature and with my traditional ways. This simple, effective, organic and inclusive method of keeping everyone safe while getting maximum production in a land that would become a land of horror and punishment for later settlers has at one stage or another been used and lost by almost every race on the planet. Even nature utilises this method as can be evidenced by something as simple and as wondrous as the oldest of the herd showing where permanent water can be found in times of extreme drought. Animals passing on how to clean food to make it edible and gain the maximum nutrition from food which seems useless to any other species. All this has been handed down from generation to generation for who knows how long. Not the actual tasks but the method of learning the tasks. Some of the tasks have been subjected to literally thousands of years of research. Of course it was never really seen that way it was simply a continual fine tuning and improvement of the best way to do things. We never had words like safe work method statement or risk assessment to tell us what to do. There were processes in place of course, processes which had been arrived at through what we now call “Action Research”. We never knew it but we had been practicing this method for generations. More than trial and error it was the logical study and application of the best methods to carry out a job as quickly and safely as possible. It was continually upgraded and at times took huge steps into the modern era. Spears gave way to guns and canoes and walking gave way to Tinnies and Cars. The safety of an individual was always in the hands of that individual though. The fluid nature of the method allowed Aboriginal Australians to not just survive but thrive in a land which has been acknowledged as one of the harshest and most inhospitable on the planet. That is not to say that SWMS and risk assessments and procedures don’t have their place because they definitely do. They are an important part of every work day and will save lives, if they are arrived at in the right manner. If they are created and adhered to by workers who have done the job, who understand the job and who know the best and safest way to do the job. Until now the system used has been flawed. Flawed in the sense that it created more work, created resentment and treated safety as a separate entity from the work being done. It has also taken much of the responsibility for the workers safety off the shoulders of those same workers. The iChase system Mitch has created does more than any safe working system I have seen or used to date. More than just the poor attempts to keep a person safe through the religious following of rules laid down by those mysterious pushers of pencils found in offices far from the worksite. More than the mere marking off and elimination of hazards that has been used and failed us before. Mitch has captured the essence of safety, he has shown the primary reasons why the current system does not work and he has shown the underlying ethos that will work where other systems have failed. Ichase is the most comprehensive and inclusive safety system that I have seen. I spent close to 20 years working in the rail industry blindly following procedures created by those pushers of pencils and watching people injured on a daily basis. Watching people more concerned with looking out for safety blokes than safely carrying out their duties. Men carrying out their duties in the most efficient manner yet found, hindered by the current system which creates more work than many of the jobs needed to be done. Safety has become an industry in it’s own right ridden hard and milked as a money spinner all on it’s own. Safety needs to be reclaimed by the workers whose lives are on the line, the workers on the front line doing the jobs that require that intimate knowledge tht only years of experience can bring. Safety needs to be part of every task not separate from it. iChase brings this unity to the workplace. Blending seamlessly with the task at hand so that ownership is in the hands of the workers and becomes an ingrained part of every task every day.

Sunday, June 12, 2011


Hey folks, how's things out in the great big world? We've got N.A.I.D.O.C. coming up again this year. How you mob gonna celebrate? There'll be people coming out of the woodworks again this year. A good chance to catch up with mates and rellys you haven't seen for a while.

We have a new range of t shirts out this year. They can be seen below. We are working on a few other items of apparel including shorts and hats. A couple of surprise items should be out later this year too.


The shirts are $30 each and come in sizes from small through to XXXL. We also have them for toddlers and kids, along with shirts with other printing. If you see something you like give us a yell at and let us know. We'll get in touch and get it happening.

Anyway, have a good time at N.A.I.D.O.C. and remember, if you're gonna drink do it in moderation and don't become a statistic.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

May Day In the Bush

So, big party out in Barcaldine in May. Might be an idea to get along. Bound to be a good time had out there. I'm told last year's old fella's football game was a sight to see. I hear there were tears of laughter and of pain, laughter from the crowd and pain from the players.

Beautiful little town Barcaldine, full of good, down to earth people. There used to be a Black and White tournament in Barcaldine. Way before there was the Indigenous All Star team. The All Stars from those days had names like "David Thompson", "Henry Anderson" and "Norman (Twinkle Toes) Freeman".

I had the honour of playing in the final year of the Black and Whites myself. 1986. Norman Freeman sr. was 53 years old playing fullback and captain for the All Blacks reserve grade side against the All Whites.

Normie asked before the game "Has anyone seen the rubbing alcohol?"
No-one had, or so we thought. Turns out some fool had drank it and not owned up.

53 years old and still stepping around blokes half his age. Maybe not as lightly as he once did but still with plenty of spirit. Those who remember Normie will remember the cheeky grin, the laughter and the clowning around he got up to. Still one of the best players to come out of CQ.

I remember that we lost that game but won the A grade. But the thing was, it didn't matter who won the game. The enjoyment was in getting out there and sticking it to the All Whites while wearing an All Black Jersey. After the games the mateship between the players made you forget all the knocks and bruises from the field. The competition on the field was fierce don't get me wrong, but over a couple of beers all was good again.




Those jerseys made us feel invincible. At sixteen years old and about 70 kilos, I was one of the smaller blokes playing that day, but looking over and seeing those black giants standing beside you in the red yellow and black jerseys seemed to make tackling the All Whites that much easier.

These may not be the jerseys we wore, but they still give you that feeling of pride when you wear them. BlacknDeadly, thats how we felt.

These are the first items in our clothing line folks. Just click to order. Don't forget to include your size and how many you want. Show your pride this year and every year. T shirts $35, we will have polo shirts coming soon as well as Hoodies, board shorts and other apparel.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Black and Deadly Hall of Fame

That's right our own Hall of Fame. If you know someone, living or passed, that you think belongs in the Black and Deadly Hall of Fame leave their name and your reasons for nominating them in the comments box below.

When we have enough nominees and enough votes we'll announce the top ten and place the list on our website. One lucky voter will win a t shirt from B.A.D. creations with the top ten list printed on the back.

So get cracking you mob. Think about all those Black fullas that have inspired us over the years. From Santa Unmeopa to Kath Walker, Neville Bonner to Anthony "The Man" Mundine. Maybe even someone in your family who inspires you. Send in your nomination. You never know one day maybe you'll be on the list.
Click the comments tab below to leave your nomination

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Well we've had another cyclone in Queensland. Floods, more floods, and then a cyclone. What global warming?

You have to wonder about people who cut the lungs from a planet and then deny that the planet is suffocating. Apparently now the Amazon rainforest is giving off more Co2 than it is absorbing. The dead trees, as a result of drought, are decaying and giving off Co2. The balance has been tipped. All downhill from here folks. just over two hundred years it took. Two hundred years of industrial revolution to turn the earth from a lush gem of life floating in the universe to a dying planet choking on the filth produced by one species. Outstanding.