Nan Dear Quotes in Rainbow’s End
Act 1, Scene 1 (A) Quotes
GLADYS listens in rapt silence to the voice of Queen Elizabeth II on the radio. […] The radio fades out as NAN DEAR enters.
GLADYS: That valve…Where’s my white gloves?
NAN DEAR: Gloves? Don’t need white gloves to pick beans.
GLADYS doesn’t react.
You’re going into town then, for all that hullabaloo. Think of inviting me?
GLADYS: You? I know how you feel about royalty. Even if she is the ‘first reigning monarch to visit our shores.’
Act 1, Scene 1 (B) Quotes
NAN DEAR: What hessian?
GLADYS: The hessian they lined the road with. The hessian that I couldn’t get through and couldn’t even peek over.
DOLLY: What they do that for?
GLADYS: Stop the likes of her seeing our humpies.
NAN DEAR: Dolly, bring the wood in.
DOLLY sighs and exits.
GLADYS: If they’d given us better houses…But hessian! Like a band-aid over a sore–– […] Oh Mum, doesn’t it bother you?
NAN DEAR: What good is it if I get het up? My job is to get food on the table––
GLADYS: But decent housing, Mum––
NAN DEAR: Gladys, get off your high horse. Least here we do things our way––no one’s breathin’ down our necks. Not like those last days at Cummeragunja.
Act 1, Scene 2 (A) Quotes
NAN DEAR: […] You put ideas into that girl’s head.
GLADYS: She needs to know the world is bigger than just this.
NAN DEAR: She doesn’t need to know any more than she does.
Beat. She is holding up a rabbit.
I’m taking this over to Ester’s. Seems they’re in a bit of a spot. She’s with child again…
GLADYS: Oh, I didn’t know––
NAN DEAR: …and she woke up with an [mimicking BOB DYER] ocular contusion…from that whitefella husband of hers.
GLADYS: I hadn’t heard.
NAN DEAR: If you spent less time on them quiz shows, you’d know more.
GLADYS: Yes, Mum.
Act 1, Scene 3 Quotes
DOLLY is rummaging at the town tip. […] The lights change to a dream sequence. A well-groomed SALESMAN appears.
SALESMAN: [poshly] May I be of assistance, miss?
DOLLY: [poshly] Why yars, I’m after new linoleum.
SALEMAN: We have a wide selection.
DOLLY: This pattern.
SALEMAN: Exquisite! Thank you for shopping at Daish’s once more.
The lights change back to reality.
DOLLY hoists the lino roll over her shoulder as the SALESMAN fades away.
DOLLY walks past the cork trees. She sees someone in the shadows.
COUSIN: [offstage, slurring] Hey, Delores. You look real pretty today. […] Why don’t yah join us? […]
DOLLY: Nah, I’m busy.
[…]
As DOLLY staggers along NAN appears, going in the opposite direction.
NAN DEAR: […] [Suspiciously] Which way did you come? […] If I catch you going past those cork trees––
[…]
DOLLY: Nan, […] them goomees are harmless.
NAN DEAR: What did you call them? Shame! They might be drinkers, but they’re still our people. […] Show some respect, girl. They’ve had it hard, those lads.
DOLLY: How, Nan?
NAN DEAR: Never mind. They just have.
Act 1, Scene 5 Quotes
ERROL: Why do you live out here?
DOLLY: Where else would we live?
ERROL: In town?
DOLLY: Nan likes to be near all the other families. And Mum does too but––
ERROL: The other families…?
DOLLY: You ask a lot of questions. Can’t you find the answers in there?
She points to the encyclopedia.
RENT COLLECTOR: Your arrangements will need to be re-evaluated, with the impending new arrival. […]
NAN DEAR: That’s not of your concern.
She gets the eggs out of the basket.
RENT COLLECTOR: It is very much of my concern. Everything to do with the habitation of the establishment is my concern.
NAN DEAR: This is Aboriginal Housing… [under her breath] not your own private kingdom.
[…]
RENT COLLECTOR: Given your obvious flouting of the rules, I think––
NAN DEAR: I don’t care what you think! You and your visiting hours. Your rules. No singalongs after dark. Your spying. You, mister, can go to blazes! I’ll give you ‘one’…
She raises an egg as he turns.
Two…Oh hell, three.
He runs. NAN DEAR chucks the eggs, one after the other, at his departing form.
Act 1, Scene 6 Quotes
INSPECTOR: Well, I don’t know how you do it. Your whites are so white! With river water, no less!
GLADYS: Just boiled up in a kero tin, with Velvet soap and a blue bag, same as everyone.
INSPECTOR: Yes…As a result of my report, things will change, Mrs. Banks. Things must change. The sanitation arrangements for one. […] And you need interim housing to ease you into townships. Are you aware of the concept of assimilation, Mrs. Banks?
GLADYS isn’t sure how to respond, or even if a response is required.
GLADYS: Yes, but we––
But NAN DEAR elbows her.
INSPECTOR: The Aborigine needs to be absorbed into the community. But how can he be absorbed until he learns to live like us? I will recommend assimilation, in my report. It is a vexed issue, to be sure, but someone must take leadership. First, the housing problem must be fixed... […]
GLADYS: They won’t take her. […] I think he was impressed at her schooling.
NAN DEAR: Maybe. And how clean it was?
GLADYS: Definitely. Oh, Mum…But I’d like to see that report of his––I’d like to know what he says about us.
NAN DEAR: [an outburst] And what bloody good would that do?! Daydreams!
Crankily, she thumps the radio to life.
GLADYS: [to herself] They’re not really daydreams…
Because she intends to make them come true.
Act 1, Scene 7 Quotes
GLADYS: They’ve got in mind Aboriginal housing. […] Sounds beaut, doesn’t it, this ‘new deal’? They say the houses’ll have running water…
The lights change for GLADYS’s dream sequence.
A tap appears from nowhere and from it flows blue jewels in an approximation of water. NAN DEAR’s words break in and bring the fantasy to an end as the lights change back to reality.
NAN DEAR: But Daish’s is the town tip. They already decided that in ’47.
GLADYS: He’s––we’re––going to have another go at it. I might even go on the committee.
NAN DEAR: You? Don’t ever get too clever, my girl.
GLADYS: Just a thought. […] I’ll get you comfy with the radio.
She fiddles with the radio.
RADIO ANNOUNCER: [voiceover] Ajax foaming cleaner. Because Ajax contains bleach, you’ll stop paying the elbow tax––
NAN DEAR: Honestly, they’re mad about whiteness.
Act 1, Scene 8 Quotes
DOLLY: What do you want from me, Mum? Do you want me to walk like them, talk like them, wear a twin-set like them? Pretend to be one of them?
GLADYS: Are you finished?
DOLLY: No. And yet we live like this…out here.
NAN DEAR: At least here we sink or swim on our own. Not like the Cummeragunja days, always at the mercy of the manager––
[…]
GLADYS: You ask me what I want. Well, I want what any mother, black, white or brindle, wants for her daughter. That’s all.
GLADYS stares at them defiantly, before she goes into the humpy.
DOLLY: Nan…why don’t we have a normal life?
NAN DEAR: This is normal––
DOLLY: Getting flooded all the time––
NAN DEAR: It’s just the way it is. That’s nature.
Act 1, Scene 9 Quotes
DOLLY: It’s me that gets stones thrown at her when I walk down the street. It’s me that gets snide remarks.
GLADYS: You think I haven’t had my fair share? Or Nan? Even Papa Dear––not even he escapes it. Don’t think he doesn’t get put in his place.
Beat.
You have to learn not to let them shame you.
DOLLY: Have you, Mum? Have you learnt not to be shamed by them?
Beat.
I thought not. You’re always telling me to stick up for myself, but when do you, eh?
Act 1, Scene 13 Quotes
ERROL: I want you to come away with me. […] To the city. We can get married. […] That’d have to be better than the river…
DOLLY: I’d have to leave the river… […] I’d have to leave my family.
ERROL: Well, we could catch the train up once or twice a year. […]
DOLLY: You want me to leave here, for ever?
ERROL: I’m offering you a better life.
DOLLY: A better life?
[…]
ERROL: The point is, you could live in a real home, for the first time. […] We could even save for wall-to-wall carpet…I want to spoil you. You deserve it. You deserve better.
[…]
DOLLY: A real home is where there are people looking out for each other. […] This is my place. I’m staying right here with my mum and my nan.
Act 2, Scene 3 Quotes
DOLLY: She wants me to go for that bank job.
NAN DEAR: You told her that’s silly?
DOLLY: Of course. How will I ever get a job now?
NAN DEAR just looks at her thoughtfully. […] She joins DOLLY and begins shelling peas into some newspaper […]. They work in companionable silence […].
Act 2, Scene 7 Quotes
DOLLY: You should be up there making the speech, Mum.
NAN DEAR: Gawd no, that’s men’s business.
DOLLY: Not always, Nan. What’s women’s business, anyway?
NAN DEAR: Family business, that’s what.
GLADYS: Your Majesty, Queen Elizabeth the Second. We demand suitable housing for the Aboriginal people. [To herself] Yes, we got Rumbalara. And I’ll be the first to admit, the idea sounded good. But––have you seen it? Concrete. No doors inside––so, we don’t need privacy, not like regular folk, is that it? We want decent houses. Mrs Windsor, would you live at Rumbalara? Then why is it good enough for us? Why do we have to prove we can live like whitefellas, before we get the same opportunities? And, to boot, we’re watched over like a bunch of cheeky kids…We’re second-class citizens in our own country. No, we’re not even citizens. Heavens, and this is the fifties! We demand the right to control our own destiny. […] ‘We, the undersigned, demand to be the equal of anyone. And we will fight for that right. And keep fighting.’



