What can I tell you, son of mine? I could tell you of heartbreak, hatred blind, I could tell of crimes that shame mankind, Of brutal wrong and deeds malign, Of rape and murder, son of mine; But I'll tell instead of brave and fine When lives of black and white entwine, And men in brotherhood combine This would I tell you, son of mine.
We Are Going, "Son of Mine" (1964)
Do you know, Mr Menzies, that where I come from you could be gaoled for supplying alcohol to an Aborigine?Kathleen Jean Mary Ruska
No more boomerang No more spear; Now all civilized Colour-bar and beer.Kathleen Jean Mary Ruska