'I HEARD NEWS OF the death of my close friend and mentor, Jack Charles, while watching the inescapable coverage of Queen Elizabeth’s death. Wherever I surfed, from channel to channel, the Queen was there, riding a stallion across the expanse of one of her landholdings, waving to a crowd in front of Buckingham Palace from a horse-drawn carriage that resembled a giant pumpkin, and lying in state at one palace or another. Whatever my personal feelings about the Crown and its fading colonial empire, I was struck by the gross display of parading a dead body around the country. When an Aboriginal person dies, we are motivated to bring peace and rest to their spirit, as opposed to restlessness and noise.' (Introduction)