I go back to my grandfather. He was born into a tribe on the Queensland–Northern Territory border and ran around naked with the rest of the black kids. The people who found him managed Westmoreland. They were Charles Tonner and his wife Millicent who had the lease on the property. The blacks came regularly to the station and that’s where my grandfather was discovered. “I think I’ll take that little boy,” Charles Tonner said. “We don’t know who he belongs to,” said one of the blacks. “His mother has abandoned him, so you can have him.” Charles promised: “I’ll bring…