“My father was Aboriginal. I didn’t know him. My mother was not. She was an amazing woman, a white woman living on the camp with a blackfella. Not only one, but two. I mean the fella she was living with was a black fella. I always knew him. But never knew my own father. But he was Aboriginal too. She was over there living with him and she had an affair with my father and that’s me, that’s how I got to be. She was a good woman, ahead of her time!”

– Aunty Barbara Nicholson, 12 March 2016

Photo by Nina Kourea