Several great documentaries, and more than a few brilliant songs.

While it wasn't universal, it's the sort of thing that fragments communities. How do you believe you're part of a nation when that nation denies your basic rights? (Oh, look, gay subtext again!) To be fair, there was this wacky belief that the Aboriginals were a dying race. I remember school in England where we were taught the Tasmanian Aboriginals were extinct. Then I came here, went to Tasmania, and met a few who were very definite that having the odd whitefella in their family tree did not invalidate their existence.

(It's just below the top of my hips, so not short short by any stretch, but I was expecting a couple of inches more at the end of the process.)