So powerful and eloquent and yet so simply told. I kept crying - with shame, with sadness, because we don't understand what other people suffer through our actions, through our government's actions, through our own inaction. I was horrified to realise that children were still being removed from their aboriginal parents when I was alive. I always thought it was something that happened in the unenlightened times before I was born. No. It could be argued that it was undertaken in the mistaken belief that it was in their best interests, gave them a better chance at a happy childhood, a prosperous and useful life. But I think there was certainly an element of, remove the children from the land and the heritage, and white society can assume control and exploit the wealth and control the traditional custodians far more easily. Archie struck it lucky with his third lot of foster parents, but the disruption and abuse of his very early years away from his real parents had a lingering impact on his life. In the shame and dislocation, in the seeking for connection somewhere, hunting down his family, finding comfort in an alcoholic charge, sharing yarns and companionship in the aboriginal ghetto of whatever city/town he happened to be visiting. The need to support family, to overlook dysfunction and welcome family, support family. Roach says that there's an addictive gene there, but I think it's an outcome of a life of dislocations, where no matter how you try, things slap you in the face and beat you down. Feeling good on a charge or a spliff or putting money through the pokies is some kind of continuity, guaranteed for short term relief of the terrors and disappointments lurking on the edges of your life. Insightful story and without vitriol.