I spent three years in Oz long ago. At that time the Aboriginal's had had their first native Australian elected to Parliament, carrying their hopes for change; yet felt let down by him. He had "sold out". He faced his acusers. Still vivid in my memory is one aboriginal guy seeking to give vent to his sense of anger and disappointment. His voice stuttered, his words were inarticulate, muddled even. Finally he just gave up and walked out. I have never heard a greater cry for justice. The memory stays with me and I think has been one for good in my life. The "cry" of those without a voice.