Letter recovered from the estate of Mrs. Catherine O'Meara, Waterford, 1891. The recipient has not been identified. The letter was carried out of Van Diemen's Land by a merchant seaman and forwarded through intermediaries; it did not pass through the colonial postal system. Provenance authenticated by the National Library of Ireland.
Campbell Town, Van Diemen's Land August, 1850
I write to you in the third year of what the Crown calls my ticket-of-leave arrangement. I am permitted to reside within a defined district. I am not permitted to leave the colony. I am technically free to correspond, though I understand that the mail is read. This letter therefore travels by another route.
I want to tell you what I have learned here, because I think it matters more than anything I knew before.
They sent us here to end us. Trevelyan wrote somewhere — I have seen a copy — that a transported Meagher would not be heard from again. He was correct that transportation was intended to silence. He was wrong about the outcome, though he cannot know that yet.
What they did not account for is what has been accumulating here for three years before I arrived. The ships from Cobh and Cork and Liverpool, the assisted passages from the Commission, the men and women stripped of their quarter-acres under the Gregory Clause and sent south and east when the American routes closed — they are here. They are in New South Wales. They are at Port Phillip. Two million of them, or close to it, and the thing Trevelyan did not understand is that they brought with them something that survives dispossession: a precise knowledge of what was done to them, and by whom, and why.
I have met men in this colony who can tell you, without hesitation, the date the Gregory Clause was passed, what it took from them, which magistrate signed the eviction, the name of the land agent. They do not have land anymore. They have that knowledge. And they are not, as Trevelyan imagined, broken by the having of it. They are organised by it.
There is gold in Victoria. You will have heard this. The rush has not yet fully come, but it is coming, and when it does, these men will not be docile labourers. They will be men who already know what it means when a government tells them their lives are an inconvenience to imperial arithmetic. They will know it because a Parliament said so, in explicit language, and took their land to prove it.
I intend to be there when it happens.
I am writing this letter on a Tuesday evening. On Saturday I will ride my permitted roads and look at my permitted horizon and think about the other side of it. I am told the Bass Strait crossing is difficult but not impossible for a man with the right assistance. I am working on the right assistance.
Do not write back to this address.
T.F.M.