Saying Sorry.

If we can be proud of our history, we also need to accept the shame of our history.

I'm only 33, but I remember Aboriginal children with white adoptive parents at my primary school, and two of the children were just a few years older than me. They weren't from the local Kurnai families with whom we played hockey. Were they stolen from their families? I don't know. I just assumed that their parents were dead and they'd been lucky to be adopted, like something out of Joan Aitken or Dickens. I didn't wonder any further about why they would be so far away from their families until years after I had finished high school.

So, to those children in particular, and as an Australian, in general, sorry.

Let's hope this is just the beginning.