How the tragic death of a surfing hero led a community to take action

First Nations people are taking their lives at double the rate of non-Indigenous Australians. With the power of the ocean, survivors and family members impacted by suicide are fighting to change that.
It was 8am on a spring Saturday when Amber Hamer’s plans came crashing down.
For months, she had monitored the maps, observed the direction of the wind, and hoped for waves big enough for a surfing competition to honour her late father.
“The ocean will always remind you that you’re not in control,” she said.
Amber was standing at the same beach her father brought her to the day she was born.
With her younger brother, James, by her side, she remained cool and calm — just like the ocean was, as they called off the annual Naru Surf Gathering competition.
“Everything is challenged, like most things in life, but we have to push on,” Amber said.
The previous day, carloads of families had arrived at Saltwater National Park, south of Taree, filled to the brim with camping gear, surfboards and smiling kids.
The anticipation of winning the surfing title wasn’t the only attraction; it was the warm feeling of mingling with mob from different parts of the country, too.
Behind the smiles and hugs, buried beneath the surface, was a tragedy rarely spoken about.
Like Amber, many people here, including children, had been touched by it.
This empowering grassroots event was about the strength of connection, because its origin started with a heartbreaking loss.
WARNING: First Nations readers are advised that this article contains the name and image of someone who has died. All readers, please take care when reading; this story references suicide.
The legacy of ‘Naru’
Amber’s bond with the ocean runs through her bloodline, but her love for surfing is a gift from her father, Eric Mercy.
“Dad was just obsessed with surfing,” the proud Biripi, Worimi and Bundjalung woman said.
Eric was a Bundjalung man who grew up on Gumbaynggirr Country in Coffs Harbour.
He didn’t fit the mould of Australian surfing culture in the 80s and 90s, but this was his driving force in nurturing the next generation of surfers.
He shared his passion with others, shaping surfboards out of a shed under his label “Naru”, which stems from the Gumbaynggirr word for water: “Nalu”.
From ocean awareness workshops to surfing camps, he was known for his “big heart” and “passion for the younger crew”.
Eric captained one of Australia’s first all-Aboriginal surfing teams, “The Originals”, which took him to the mecca of surfing — Hawaii — in 1995, where he represented Australia on a cultural tour.
But this trip changed his life after a friend on the same tour was killed in a hit-and-run accident.
Eric returned home never the same, and two years later, he took his own life.
“As soon as I heard the tone of [mum’s] voice, I knew he was gone,” Amber reflected.
“The reality of never seeing my dad and never speaking to him again was foreign to me and that took a very long time to process.”
What followed were more deaths in the family, compounding the trauma and grief.
“We went from having somewhat of a normal childhood to going to funeral after funeral,” Amber said.
“It was hard to hear the phone ring and not know what the conversation would be on the other end.”
Out of the heartache, a special bond was born between Amber and James.
“Mum was processing her grief and going through the motions, so I appreciated having my brother there because he was someone to work through it and surf with,” she said.
“I’d keep an eye out for him, and he’d keep an eye out for me.”
In 2017, on the 20th anniversary of Eric’s passing, the siblings started Naru Surf Gathering to honour their father and tackle the taboo around mental health.
“There is stigma talking about when you’re struggling or life’s getting too hard, but having these conversations is important,” Amber said.
“If this had been here when Dad was around, maybe it would have helped keep him here for a bit longer.”
Eric’s death is a stark reminder of the suicide statistics haunting Australia.
Over the past 15 years, the suicide and self-harm rates of First Nations people have steadily increased.
The latest statistics show this cohort are taking their lives at more than double the rate non-Indigenous Australians.
I’m not only Aboriginal; I’m a human being too
Back on the camping grounds under the canopy of an old fig tree, Aunty Veronica Saunders sat down to reflect on her life.
At first glance, her trauma is well hidden.
Smiling from ear to ear, her warmth radiates to everyone she meets.
Aunty Veronica’s work as a teacher, nurse, and advocate for children in the out-of-home care system demonstrates her deep love for her community.
As she unpacks decades gone by, she talks about one of the toughest chapters in her life.
“I wanted to die; I didn’t want to be here anymore,” she reflected.
The 65-year-old grandmother attempted suicide twice.
“I felt alone. I felt like there was no-one there for me.”
The strength that Aunty Veronica embodies today stems from overcoming battles — some as early as childhood.
She still remembers the fear in her mum’s voice when the “welfare cars” visited Purfleet Mission. Hiding quietly under the stairs as they inspected the house, she was terrified of being taken, like those before her.
“Mum would tell us to hide or run down the bush, and she’d sing out and tell us when to come back. That was scary because my mum was part of the Stolen Generations,” she said.
Life under the NSW Protection Act has created lifelong trauma that Aunty Veronica and many other First Nations people are still battling with today.
“It’s too hard to talk about but it was horrible some of the things we went through,” she reflected.
“I regularly see someone (a psychologist) because they’re still taking away our kids, they’re still treating us like second-class citizens, and sometimes that makes me feel like I’m a nobody.
“I’m not only Aboriginal, I’m a human being too,” she said.
Family, country, and the support of a psychologist at her local Aboriginal Medical Service (AMS) helped her heal.
“I go to the beach every day, sit down for a few hours and listen to the waves,” she said.
“Even after what I’ve done, I realise I am a strong woman. I’m still here for my kids, my grandkids and my community and that’s all that matters.”
As children’s laughter echoed in the background, she remembered life before technology and social media, where Country was the classroom, and Elders were the teachers.
“The way I was brought up by my Elders made me feel stronger,” she said.
“I want our kids to have those values and beliefs so they feel good about who they are.”
Lessons on Country
Naru Surf Gathering was a glimpse of the years Aunty Veronica reminisced about.
There wasn’t a device in sight, and phone reception was patchy.
Signs, usually in English, were swapped to the Biripi language.
Sitting around the campground, stories of the “old days” and highlights from across the weekend were shared.
Uncles made public service announcements like: “Collect your rubbish, you’re on sacred lands,” followed by “Anyone got any teabags? The aunties have run out.”
Visitors near and far visit the national park for picnics and good surf, but for the Biripi people, this has always been a special gathering place.
Deep within the park are cultural sites where women would come to have their babies and boys would go through their initiation process.
The trees are sacred too — one that bends like an arch has witnessed marriage ceremonies over the decades, and another called “the tree of knowledge” towers over the camping ground like a protector in times of need.
Everyone here, including young kids, knew about these ceremonial sites.
“You feel so at peace at this place, you know the ancestors are here, you can feel them,” Aunty Veronica said.
The cheeky bush turkeys roaming freely around the grounds are part of the family, known to some as “the old ancestors”.
“We still talk about our Elders, and we try and keep them alive because they were so special to us,” she said.
On the banks of the lagoon, carrying the weight of a group of young children was a venerable tree.
One after another, they launched off a rope and somersaulted into the water as hours passed.
Breaking barriers
It was nearing the end of the Naru Surf Gathering when one of Australia’s much-loved NRL players arrived.
Everyone gathered in anticipation under a large marquee to hear how he overcame a struggle that almost cost him his life.
A Daly M Award-winner, Preston Campbell was at the height of his career in the early 2000s.
Away from the stadium lights, cameras, and roaring action, the proud Gamilaroi man was struggling with depression.
“I did my best to keep it undercover and it’s one of those things that is so ‘sinister’, we don’t want people to see that we’re suffering,” he said.
“You put so much energy into [hiding] it and it was tiring.”
A coaching staff member helped Preston get professional support, but that wasn’t the only challenge he had to confront.
“Talking to people outside that counselling room was probably the hardest thing for me,” he said.
“Mum and Dad didn’t realise I attempted to take my own life.”
While Preston has overcome that chapter of his life, he uses those lessons to empower others to look after their mental health.
It looked like he was running a footy skills clinic, but it was quite the opposite.
For the first round of activities, footballs were passed to each member of the group, with the directions changing every couple of minutes.
There was one rule: you’re not allowed to talk.
Taking away the fundamental communication skills even impacted the group’s most talented footy players.
“It’s about helping people understand that being uncomfortable is normal. Once they realise, they can do it, they start to grow confidence,” he said.
As the Sun’s rays pierced over the group, everyone hot and sweaty after the game, gathered under the tent to debrief.
You can hear the wisdom and strength in Preston’s voice that can only come from defeating a difficult time.
“The point of the game is to help you realise you need people on your team. In life, we isolate ourselves so much, and sometimes we don’t even realise it,” he said.
It was a lesson that resonated with 16-year-old Biripi teen, Warner Saunders.
“It can get overwhelming sometimes so it’s very important to look after your mental health,” he said.
“I try to talk and stay close to people I feel safe around. When I’m out on Country, it feels like I’m connected to something bigger, and it feels great being out here.
“You gotta look out for people because you don’t know what they’re going through. Just let them know, ‘it’ll be right,'” he said.
Preston asked the group what they found most difficult.
“No talking,” replied a few.
“That shows the importance of communication and the language we use,” Preston responded.
He shifted the conversation to address the use of the word “shame”, which could be heard when someone fumbled the ball.
“Shame was a punishment back in the day, a fear of disconnection,” he explained.
“A lot of people are stuck in shame, and they’re getting sick.”
In today’s context, he said sitting in “shame” after making a mistake hinders growth.
“We don’t grow while being shame, we stay in our comfort zone,” Preston said.
As some nodded and agreed, he shared some wise advice from his grandfather.
“You have to be like a creek, keep moving because what happens to water when it stays still? You become stagnant, very toxic,” he said.
“Things around it die like vegetation, no animals come there, it’s a very unhealthy environment.
“You gotta think of yourself as a creek or a river, constantly moving,” he explained.
Power of Vitamin Sea
Physically moving helped Bundjalung man Sam Wilson get through the grief of losing his best mate.
Growing up in the “surfy village” of Lennox Heads in northern New South Wales, there were only a couple of shops and a pub, which made surfing an important outlet to keep young people busy and away “from violence.”
But it took on a new meaning when Sam rode the wave of emotions after receiving heartbreaking news.
His best mate of 20 years had taken his own life.
“That last conversation haunts me because I now know what he was going through,” he said.
“He came to me and said, ‘Hey, Sam, I’d love to catch up with you. Maybe we could have dinner and cook some food?'”
“I never took him up on that and two months later we found out that he’d taken his life.”
Swept up in grief, Sam began to isolate himself.
“I was just in disbelief. I was tormented; I was angry with myself; I was angry with him and sad for his family,” he said.
Then a text came through from a mate: “The waves are good. What are you up to?”
“Friendships get you through hard times and it’s so important to talk, especially for boys,” he said.
Surfing had always provided a “natural dopamine hit,” even when he couldn’t express his feelings.
“Often you paddle out with a friend, and sometimes you don’t even talk. It’s weird, it’s not like other sports, but we’re all just experiencing it and living in that moment,” he said.
“I’ve never come out after a surf and felt worse, and I’ve had some shitty surfs.”
Surfs up
Surfers — young and old- spread across the shore — to hear Amber and James’s new plan.
With the ocean still flat and calm, it made the perfect opportunity for a group paddle around the cliff face to the other side of the beach.
A moment to catch a break from the frantic buzz of a competition and slow down.
Some say Eric’s spirit could be felt out in the ocean.
“I know there’s been a few times where a wave will come, and I thought that’s Dad. I often feel very close to him out there,” Amber said.
And just as luck had it, the swell picked up just enough to break a few waves as the group came around the bend, making the home stretch back to the shore.
This year’s Naru Surf Gathering looked different from those in the past.
But life is unpredictable, and the only certain thing is that there will be obstacles along the way.
With a little change in direction and a splash of perseverance, it shows destinations can still be reached — just in a different way.
“We got to explore other amazing elements of connection with each other. Paddling around the headline was just phenomenal and something that will stick with us for a very long time,” Amber said.
“Dad would be really proud.”
Credits
Words and production: By Tahnee Jash
Photographs: By John Gunn and supplied.