I wrote this article years ago, when I was attempting to document my years as a buffalo hunter in the Northern Territory, back in the 1970s and '80s. We worked in extremely isolated areas, at least eight hours drive on dirt tracks to the nearest hospital. so if...
The ‘build-up’ that year had been toxic. Humidity got to 88% and the air was like soup, the sky heavy with angry clouds. I was nine years old and a shy and watchful child, ever alert to any change in the atmosphere of the household. Hysteria had been nibbling at the...
It's more than a story of injustice and persecution–it's a story of greed, at an astronomical cost to humanity. It’s hard to imagine the pain and horror these women went through – dragged away from their homes by an angry mob, tortured until they made a false...
I was sitting in a bikie hangout, some house that was half wrecked, where I lived and partied with 20 or 30 outlaw-bikers. But I was sitting away from the party, in an old caravan, parked next to the fence, studying English. It was a turning point for me.
When I watched my first episode of ‘Sons of Anarchy,’ I got a cold shiver down my spine. It was such an accurate portrayal of life in an outlaw motorcycle club, it took me back to that time, decades ago, when I rode in an outlaw motorcycle club.
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