“Sometimes when we were beaten…we’d just lie on the earth and say “I’ve had it, I need you to hold me. And then she would. The mother would hold you.”
Uncle Bob Randall was taken from his mother at seven and sent to a mission a thousand miles away.
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Beautiful portrait of you and Barbara. And once again you beautifully explain/expose the hypocrisy of our way of caring (which is not caring at all). And the other way of caring wihich is all encompassing and loving, thanks again for your words and love Uncle Bob.
Thankyou for your words they are simple and unique we all are joined within one family of nature, the land and our Mother Earth
I will miss you Uncle Bob, rest assured I will make sure Kanyini lives on in my books and Artworks dedicated to you and all the Aboriginal people of Australia who are still suppressed and abused through the so called Health Systems..
RIP MY BELOVED UNCLE BOB!
Love, MIng