Now people are scared to talk about this. People are sleepwalking in peace and love and privilege, and they forget that one morning there were ships in the water and in a jocular fashion the Native people were given axes, blankets and mirrors for their land and then the Black Line came, then Blackbirding. Beards were shaved in a spirit of friendship and commerce and capital punishment. Displaced by war, massive head wounds, fences, Native people kept house, chained to the verandah, learning the new language; accept tobacco and damper for labour, labour for tobacco and damper. Now everyone is sleepwalking in peace and love and privilege, applauding a basic recognition as it slides into place, a final victory; whilst justice waits like a rock in weather, like a word guarded by fire.