'This is a difficult piece to write. It cuts closer to the bone than most of what I have written; closer to my bones, through my blood and flesh to the bones of truth and country. There is truth here, not disguised but in the open, and that truth hurts. As I caress the truth with my blood and bones I find it increasingly hard to breathe. At the core is a discussion I had with my dad, Graham Coleman, a Noongar man and a member of what some of us have come to call the ‘Hidden Generation’' (Introduction)