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The killing times were barely over in the Kimberley. What I knew, even as a small boy, was that no-one argued with a whitefella. People talked in whispers. I was still so small. This is the story of the early years of my life. The story of a boy who was taken away from his mother and his family forever when he was just six years old. He had no say in it. His family had no say in it. With honesty and unexpected graciousness, Byrne tells an Aboriginal history of Australia's north-west. |
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