Às mães e aos pais, aos irmãos e às irmãs, pela ruptura de famílias e comunidades, pedimos perdão. Pela indignidade e pela degradação assim infligida a um povo orgulhoso e a uma cultura orgulhosa, pedimos perdão
They told my grandmother that they were going to be taking us to the circus. (…)
We never ended up in a circus – we ended up in a police station. I remember the bars.
From there, another car picked us up and drove us. We never got back to our grandmother.
When I first met my foster people, the lady took me to their house and said, ‘This will be your house, and the people in this house you can call mum, dad, auntie or uncle’.