My Great-Grand-Uncle General Sir John Monash (born John Mussolini in Australia).
2023
Monash, formerly John Mussolini at birth, before his adoption. My Great Grand Uncle (my Grandmother’s Uncle).
The lack of factual information in publicly available records about my ancestors and family, particularly on the internet, can be very frustrating, to put it mildly. I have decided to clarify some details, regardless of how the people who read what I write react to the text.
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I am General Sir John Monash’ Great Grand Nephew. He was my Grandmother’s Uncle, and my Great-Grandfather’s brother with the same father. There are small but important details about him being historical family of mine that are very frustrating to attempt to explain.
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My Indigenous Australian Great-Great Grandfather’s name was Alessandro Mussolini (below left), who was a native of Gippsland. He had three sons with three separate females, including John below right.
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Vinsente, Sir John (above Right), and Benito. All Yarra-Yallou Gunna-Kurnai community boys at birth, here in Latrobe Valley, Gippsland. The “old City of Yarragon pre-1858” area. When Benito was born, Alessandro was married to his mother. When Benito was young Alessandro decided to emigrate to Italy with his wife.
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My Grandfather Ioseb ("Stalin"); My Predecessor Kaiser Adolf (My Great-Grandfather); My Great-Grand-Uncle Benito Mussolini (John's Brother).
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Vinsente (my Great-Grandfather) decided to stay home in Gippsland with his indigenous relatives. He changed his surname (legally) from Mussolini to the surname Lingiarri, for cultural reasons. Lingiarri is a term associated with the “Daddy Long Legs Spider”.
Indigenous Australians moved from what is now Antarctica to Australia (which was uninhabited by Humans at the time) over 60 thousand years ago. The move was caused by a "crust sphere shift" on Earth, that was the result of a meteorite (or series of them) hitting Earth's crust. Many cultures have similar ancestral recollections of the same event. The crust sphere shift event at the time caused a complete "polar shift". Where everything on the planet shifted around 180 degrees (with a variance) North to South (or South to North). Antarctica and Australia were in the northern hemisphere before the meteor(s) hit, with Australia at the North Pole and uninhabited by humans, and Antarctica next to it. Both ended up the either way around in the southern hemisphere after the polar shift movement stopped. Antarctica slipped into a majority polar night scenario (approximately - probably in the southern hemisphere), the following morning. Everything had to be moved! Including all the animals and plants. The "Daddy Long Legs" species of spider got a ride on my direct ancestors’ bodies to get here, amongst other species of course. Different combinations of animals and plants moved, depending on the ancestors. It must have been very confusing for people who lived near the equator. To suddenly feel strangely vaguely upside down and on the other side of things. Or spun around on the spot 180 degrees. And everywhere in between to the total of the shift around the equator. Perhaps some of them decided to sit down with their legs crossed and wait to be flipped again.
Vinsente married a female called Deborah from the Yorta-Yorta (Murray River North-West Victoria) community, leading to my direct ancestor, my Grandmother Myrtle Lingiarri (the Mussolini - Sir John Monash’ Niece), who had two indigenous parents. General Sir John Monash had one indigenous Gippsland parent, Alessandro.
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Alessandro intended to emigrate to Italy with both John, and his son to his current wife - Benito. They prepared to do so. When they contacted Italian authorities about emigrating to finalize the details, they were told that Alessandro could only take his child to his current wife, and would not be able to bring any others to previous relationships with him, due to Italian immigration laws.
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In the meantime, a couple called Mr & Mrs Monash had emigrated from Europe specifically to run a boarding school and orphanage in the City of Melbourne. They immediately moved into it to familiarize themselves. They were from the Poland-Germany region and became well known in the local Jewish community.
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Alessandro decided to emigrate anyway, only being able to take his wife and their son Benito, who was born in my hometown at birth, the town of Yarragon in Gippsland. They decided to place John in the orphanage run by the Monash couple before leaving, and abruptly emigrated, leaving John behind in the orphanage, with the bags they had packed for him to take him to Italy. Before suddenly leaving, they managed to get word to his half-brother Vinsente that he had been left behind in an orphanage, in Melbourne. Benito cried all the way to Italy, after assuming his brother John would be coming with him. Vinsente, on the other hand, was excitedly thrilled to be re-united with his brother, absolutely ecstatic he had been left behind, with hugging and cheering. Not completely oblivious to him being in an orphanage, but cheering anyway. John was lucky enough to have an ongoing personal relationship with his half-brother Vinsente when growing up.
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The Monash’s eventually made the decision to shut the orphanage side of the business down. They mass adopted all the children that were in their care at the boarding school that were associated with the orphanage in some way, that had not been adopted from the orphanage out to new carers. All the children involved gained the surname Monash, including John (who was originally a Mussolini).
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John grew up as John Monash, studying various subjects during his formative years, and eventually joining what became the Australian Army (obviously), as the old Yarra-Yallou & Gunna-Kurnai Gippsland army was no longer officially available.
Benito went on to study in Italy and became the Prime Minister of Italy in October 1922, approximately, bizarrely enough. The Benito Mussolini of Italy. He was abducted, abused, murdered, and replaced with an impostor in Italy during World War 2. I have a definite hunch a certain fake physicist was involved for sure. Unfortunately, the impostor can be easily seen strung up dead in a town square in Italy (as if the real Benito dead) using a simple internet search, with the vile images appearing without any warnings. It is still labelled as if the real Benito.
Vinsente (my Great-Grandfather) and John (his half-brother) were in regular contact with each other during their youth, on a lot of occasions via truancy and other issues.
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John was a single Homosexual man when World War 1 was officially declared. His official Next-of-Kin was his brother Vinsente, my Great-Grandfather, made official before John left to serve in World War 1. He was involved in operations in Turkey, France, and Egypt, as everyone knows. A foreign military official once described John as the “Greatest living Australian”.
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As an indigenous Australian, John was repeatedly promoted to the final rank of General in the Australian Army. He had university degrees, owned property, but was ineligible to vote or run for parliament after “Federation” created “Australia” in 1900 to 1901. Federation into the nation Australia wasn’t all good. Indigenous people were stripped of the right to vote or run for parliament in the new constitution. The "newly branded nation" still had INDIGENOUS PEOPLE AS THE VAST MAJORITY OF IT'S ADULT POPULATION at the time. Only a small percentage of adult citizens were eligible to vote afterwards. A complete outrage that was not rectified until a referendum in 1967. Some indigenous people view old parliament house in Canberra as a symbol of that oppressive belligerently moronic mindset. There were incessant elections and referendums with multiple questions before 1967 to annoy indigenous people. At least the referendums were held with the elections. Rumours that all elections since 1967 have been rigged are par for the political course here to procrastinating morons, who claim rigging won't stop until something more segregated and racist is in place, and indigenous people are stripped of the right to vote again. They lost that war a long time ago. A remnant of pre-1967 is people who are like vibrating electrical equipment that just do anything to annoy indigenous people (and other Australians) as a reflex action, when awake and not focused on doing something else (that could annoy too in some cases).
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As part of Federation into the new nation of Australia, everyone born before Federation was given a new “Australian” Birth Certificate to replace the old ones. Anyone who was already officially categorized an Indigenous Australian got one marked to identify those people as Indigenous (Aboriginal). It may have been a large “I” in a circle, like the current symbol for “information”. That was done so that if it was produced as identification, it could be used to deny those people the right to enrol to vote or run for parliament, amongst other things. “Should I hang a sign instead?”. Those new Federation birth certificates had something do with a spate of tens of thousands of people, mostly part indigenous, who had their place of birth incorrectly listed on their birth certificates between World War 1 and World War 2. My father Kevin, for example, who was General Sir Jon Monash’ Grand-Nephew (and an eligible Habsburg Duke and Lord). My father Kevin’s birth certificate stated he was born in the town Trafalgar here in Gippsland. He was really born in a St Kilda birthing mini-hospital in Bayside Melbourne. One of the hospitals that looked like the "Stork" out of the cartoons.
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General Sir John did not return from World War 1 until well into 1919. As a General, he was involved in all the after operations residual duties and work, like all Generals. When he did finally return, there were official public welcome homes. John’s brother, my Great-Grandfather Vinsente, was still his official Next-of-Kin. Vinsente attended, but did not get to spend any large amounts of time with his brother, more involved in the very large public welcome home.
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After he started trying to settle back in, General Sir John became seriously ill. He was single, Homosexual, and placed in an empty house provided by the Australian Defence Forces in Melbourne, and almost disappeared. He had almost nothing but his personal belongings to his name, apart from some items supplied by the Australian Army when attempting to “repatriate” service personnel back into the Australian society.
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His brother Vinsente from Gippsland was one of the few people to check on his welfare, after having extreme difficulty finding out an address to visit his brother at after he settled back in Melbourne. Vinsente could not get an address to check on his brother’s welfare, and became quite distressed, as nobody seemed to have any update on how he was doing. He tried repeatedly to get an address, and was repeatedly told his brother was indigenous, therefore not eligible to enrol to vote. Then that the electoral roll was the only place they could look to get an address, with apologies.
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Vinsente ended up in a formal meeting at a government department, trying to get the address they had placed his brother in, and seemingly getting a more empathetic response from the liaison personnel. After a long sympathetic conversation, he was told they could help. Then with a nasty little pause, they said that unfortunately they would need proof that he was General Monash’s brother. My Great-Grandfather Vinsente then quietly produced (from a document satchel) both his and his brother John’s old pre-Federation Birth Certificates, and both newer “Australian” birth certificates. Then his brother John’s adoption papers, which changed his surname from Mussolini to Monash. His own change of name documents proving his name legally changed from Mussolini to Lingiarri, and the official Australian Defence Forces documents proving he was General Sir John’s official Next of Kin, amongst other documemts. He was provided with an address for a “repatriation house” in Melbourne.
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When he did go to investigate, he found his brother John seriously ill sitting in the Lounge Room of the house. His luggage with his personal belongings were open on the floor around him, with minimal evidence of food that had been eaten. He was almost completely unresponsive when trying to communicate, but physical contact helped. He was clearly unable to cope with daily tasks, which led quickly to his hospitalisation in Melbourne after Vinsente had arranged a doctor’s visit. My direct ancestors Vinsente (my Great-Grandfather), his daughter Myrtle (my Grandmother), and some of their relatives, were the only immediate family John had when he returned to Australia.
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My Grandmother Myrtle was a teenager when he was hospitalized. Myrtle had two indigenous parents and was naturally light skin toned due to being Albino. Unfortunately, she was illegally confiscated (or stolen if you like) from her indigenous parents Vinsente and Deborah when she was a child. There was a revolting law passed in the state of Victoria banning half European children from being able to live at indigenous reserves, camps, communities, and “missions” with their indigenous parent. My ancestors lived in an indigenous reserve area called Allambee (including Childers), near Yarragon in Gippsland. Myrtle was not half European, but she had “light” skin tones due to being naturally Albino, so they just pretended she was half European and took her with the rest. As a result, she had to use the unnecessary foster care adopted surname Cooke when growing up. When Myrtle and her father Vinsente were nursing Sir John back to health, she also got to spend a lot of time with her father Vinsente when they were with John. There was a lot of hugging and crying.
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Myrtle helped literally spoon feed and nurse her Uncle Sir John back to health after he was hospitalized, with help from her father Vinsente. General Sir John often commented she was “like an angel”. He needed assistance like from a carer for an extended period of time. She was often with her father Vinsente when helping nurse Sir John back to health, the three of them spending a lot of time together when Sir John was recovering.
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Sir John eventually recovered enough to move back to Gippsland, was eventually given the job of running the New State Electricity Commission and the new Yallourn Open Cut Lignite mine. General Sir John formed a personal sexual relationship with another homosexual man who was park Turkish, who became his partner. A small irrelevant point that intellectually deranged types pounced on for harassment purposes, as if it was “some kind of post war treachery” for him to be in a sexual relationship with a man who was part Turkish after his involvement in Gallipoli.
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My Father Kevin Webb was born to Sir John’s Niece Myrtle and her husband James Henry Webb the Habsburg. James was the Son of Prince Sebastian Habsburg. James was an immigrant to Australia as a citizen of Austria (Hungary, and possibly Scotland via his mother). James Webb (my Grandfather) was Emperor Franz-Joseph 1 Habsburg of Osterreich-Ungarn’s (Austria and Hungary) Grandson. Coincidentally, it was my Great-Great Grandfather Emperor Franz-Joseph 1’s nephew Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife being assassinated (by the “Black Hand” – a terrorism group that included Albert Einstein) in Serbia that caused the first official declaration of World War 1. Strange, but true. One of Einstein's younger half siblings was involved in the assassinations (allegedly?).
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My father Kevin was born on June 24, 1930. His mother Myrtle took him to visit her Uncle Sir John on several occasions when he was an infant. He held him, spoke to him, spent time with him. Myrtle was also listed officially as a Next of Kin for General Sir John after she turned 18.
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General Sir John Monash died in 1931 when my father Kevin (who was his Grand-Nephew) was around 15 months old. As I said, my father and his ancestors and relatives were the only family Sir John had when he returned from World War 1.
As such, my ancestors mentioned here were all in Sir John Monash’ “Guard of Honour” at his state funeral along St Kilda Road in Melbourne, which drew somewhere between 300,000 to 500,000 people. It ran past the Shrine of Remembrance, which Sir John helped lobby for, design and build (with a little help from his brother Vinsente and other relatives of mine).
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There is a "theory" that they offensively pretend there was only 3 indigenous military personnel serving during WW1 to "keep the crowds down" at the memorial services, because the crowd at Sir John's state funeral in 1931 was over 300,000. That is despite the electoral rolls to enlisted personnel lists comparison. If somebody points that out, there can be claims of "no civilisation was present". When an indigenous person attends a memorial service (including a dawn service), the other people usually get unavoidable descriptions of strange smells from the indigenous person. Everything from Pyramid surrounds to Aviation fluid to poisoned Bacon. A murmur goes through the small crowd to "watch out for the Bacon smell description (etcetera), another indigenous person has attended". Don't be put off attending by them. My Grandmother Myrtle, my Uncle Ian, and my farther Kevin Webb being carried by and adult at 15 months old, can all be seen in archive film footage of Sir John's state funeral in 1931. They were directly behind his covered coffin travelling down St Kilda road in the guard of honour reserved for family. There is also a statue of him in the Shrine precinct, depicted on horseback. Respect for family is a struggle for some people in this country. My Grandmother Myrtle was Sir John's official Next-Of-Kin when he died, as his niece. My father thought she was "very brave" at his funeral, including because she was vision impaired and was following the sound of the horse drawn cart. The military in this country is still majority part indigenous people. In retrospect, my ancestors histories meant that if for some reason I had joined the military, I would not have even been allowed to coherently do up my shoelaces without interference. Two school "acquaintances" joined. I even saw one leave on the train at Warragul station. If it was an attempt to lure me into "joining too" so they could haze the life out of me, it was pathetic. I had my own issues to deal with from a much younger age. Being Prince Imperial of my Hohenzollern Royal Family from just under six years old, for one. I wasn't in a healthy enough state to take on anything seriously physically strenuous from teenage age, due to what they were doing to me and my father Kevin starting the early 80's.
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Lunatics can seem like over-enthusiastic amateur actors just looking for a theme and some costumes. Give them too them and they aren't shy about being a bigotry billboard if they think everyone else involved will dress up too. "My Grandmother Myrtle wigs" have been the insane version of "stalker fashionable" for a long time here. Post-Federation compulsive lies in this country are still right up there with things like the fake history of my Grandfather Adolf Hitler. I am glad I have a true sense of family. This country uses almost "utopian" looking attempts at legislation syphoned out of someone with good intentions (and sports corruption) to provide a masking "curtain". The "People get too disgusted at how pathetically weak the bulk lowest common denominator sludge is to even talk at times" routine. They think that one means indigenous people never talk at all. If that is what it looks like, whoever they are trying to deprive of the ability to even talk out of absolute disgust must have done something right. It means the "Aussiewood wannabe tabloid dress-ups" types who talk every time they breathe out regardless of whether they think about it or not end up reading the good stuff "altruistically" out loud to the "public", including to see if someone worthy of credit gets jealous. The "we'll take it a step further and out ourselves as looking completely abhorrently evil if you don't play along and pretend it's organized crime heaven" play. If they pretend they'll go one step further to absolutely abhorrent and move their foot, maybe everyone will pretend to be completely happy with it they way it is already. It's a "wealthy country", and a difficult one to live in for a variety of reasons, some of them external. My experiences here are no travel or immigration brochure by any means. I'm a tourist attraction, and the price is wrong.
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The Shrine itself has a clear theme of personnel from “regional Victoria” in its four directional surrounds. A disproportionate number of WW1 service personnel were from Gippsland (old City of Yarragon), Ballarat, Bendigo, Geelong, and the Murray River towns.
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Hecklers tried to ruin Sir John's state funeral with homophobic slurs and stupid accusations of treason like treachery because he was personally involved with a part Turkish man after World War 1. They didn’t really succeed, but those types still almost routinely attempt to desecrate his statue at the shrine of remembrance in Melbourne semi-regularly.
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I have similar hands, legs below the knees, vocal tendencies, and facial features to Sir John, who was my Grandmother’s Uncle. In truth he was an indigenous Gippslander, unexpectedly left at a Melbourne orphanage/boarding school as a child (run by the recently emigrated Mr & Mrs Monash). They provided him with an obviously thorough education after his adoption (in the mass adoption).
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Public rumour entries claiming he was a Polish Jew who emigrated from Germany after birth are complete fiction and very offensive. He was familiar with the Jewish community via his adopted boarding school-orphanage parents Mr & Mrs Monash. His adopted mother Bertha Monash was his adopted mother, not his wife. He had a close relationship with his brother Vinsente most of their commensurate lives.
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There are plenty of things named after him, obviously. Including local roads and parks here in old Yarragon (Gippsland). I try not to go the proverbial “blue in the face” about the publicly searchable information.
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To be blunt, I am biologically related to all World War 1 & 2 Army Generals from this country, probably without exception. Also the person referred to as the "father of the Australian Navy".
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The Aboriginal Flag was designed by indigenous military personnel (families and family descendants). It was designed to remind people of the “electoral rolls” used at elections here, which require a horizontal pencil line recorded in them - between square brackets - when someone votes in an election, referendum, or plebiscite here. Voting is still compulsory in Australia, probably a product of pre-1967 electoral segregation. Trying to get as many of the enrolled voters (with indigenous people ineligible to enrol) to vote each time. There is also the round Yellow-Gold circle, which observant types recognize as being reminiscent of the gold Australian Army hat badge, particularly the old “ANZAC” one.
Officially Indigenous Military Personnel who served in this country’s military bodies between Federation and 1967 were not eligible to enrol to vote, or run for an elected position in government at any level. It is really simple. Military enlisted personnel lists (active service or enlisted) have the names of everybody who joined the military between Federation and 1967, particularly for World War 1, and World War 2. The records for WW1 & WW2 have been carefully maintained. Anyone on those lists who was not enrolled to vote was around a 95% chance to be an Indigenous Australian.
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Over 70% of military personnel who served during World War 1 were not on any electoral roll for any election before, during or after. That percentage dropped a little for World War 2.
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People trying to check on (or get updates about) their indigenous relatives, friends and loved ones serving in the Australian Military were monotonously given the same insipid excuse. “Oh, I’m sorry Mr and Mrs Whatever. Your Aboriginal Sons that joined the Australian Army aren’t on the electoral roll because they are ineligible to vote, so we can’t give you an update on their whereabouts or state of health at the moment”….
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