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Kevin James Cook ‘Cookie’: 29 September 1939 — 25 July 2015, goodbye to a great friend and inspiration.

Kevin James Cook ‘Cookie’: 29 September 1939 — 25 July 2015

Inside the chapel there was the mournful sound of a didgeridoo, outside, a sudden wind had sprung up and was roaring down the Illawarra escarpment under a lowering sky. Kevin, Cook, ‘Cookie’, had been brought home, the Wandandian man had returned to his people and the place where he was born south of Sydney.

It was a funeral, a farewell for the members of his extended family, his comrades, his union mates, his friends, former students and staff of the Tranby Aboriginal College, and the many people he had touched all over the world. By definition a funeral is a day of sadness. But nobody who knew the one-time union activist and first Aboriginal head of his great passion,Tranby College, could reflect on his life without also celebrating. For Cookie reached out to many people and many people reached out to him in the farewell and celebration of his life and achievements.

Everyone who met him had a story to tell of his involvement in virtually every social and political issue involving Indigenous Australians and Torres Strait Islander people since the seventies, of his support for liberation movements throughout the world, his immense skill in bringing together disparate people to work for a common good, his sense of humour, his modesty, his internationalism.

There was a telling reminder at the time of his death that what he had dedicated his life to — the fight for equality for Indigenous and Torres Strait Islander people — is not over. A national battle was taking place in defence of Australian Rules footballer and Australian of the Year, Adam Goodes following his racial vilification by some fans. The usual media and political voices lined up to condemn Goodes for his angry and despairing response, urging him to “cop it”. Goodes, as an elite athlete with a high profile,was being attacked precisely because he would not “cop it”.

Cookie also gave a voice to those who would not “cop it”. In the early days of Tranby College this voice was heard in the fight for an education for those Indigenous Australians who had slipped through the net of the mainstream system. He gave it through his support and remarkable organisational abilities to the Deaths in Custody battles, the Long March for justice, freedom and hope, which forcefully reminded the nation and the world during the official bicentenary celebration of British invasion and settlement, that for Indigenous Australians this was not something to celebrate. It culminated in a massive gathering in the centre of Sydney. He also gave his voice and skills to innumerable other organisations. The many things he achieved were with the support of other dedicated and talented people, because that was his greatest gift, the ability to bring different men and women together in common cause.

I think Cookie would have been gratified by the many voices, black and white, that were added to the chorus in defence of Goodes, what he was for, and what he was against. Cookie knew that the fight was not over, but he also knew that in his lifetime progress had been made and everyone who knew him is aware of the immense contribution he personally made to this.

His voice is now silent, and too soon. But other voices are being raised.

Cookie was no more a saint than any other man or woman, but throughout his life he waged a principled fight for those who haven’t rather than those who have.

He is mourned in his passing and celebrated for what he achieved and how he lived his life.




  • Kevin, in my experience, is of vitality and good humor. This remained true when I last visited him with Barry Bell, of MASH Moore involvement. This was three years back during my last visit to Sydney.

    My lasting image is Kevin at his desk in Tranby, a phone in each ear while smoking a cig. Love that memory. The persons on the other end of the phone could well have been Neville Wran and the worker at the Tempe Tip. Kevin was such an outward going person who was on first name terms with everyone.


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