Giant stride slows to shuffle

As a kid, I had seen an Aboriginal woman begging milk to feed her child at the back door of a boarding school kitchen where my mother worked. I found the woman cowering in the college woodheap like a beaten dog. I saw the good brothers drive her away. Later working in Canberra, I shared houses with and learned to love an Aboriginal woman from Darwin and, through her, met a young friend from the same city. Both had been stolen from their mothers as children and, please, don't tell me otherwise - Terry Sweetman