Published: June 06, 2020
I pulled together a Black Lives Matter march in the regional city where I grew up. And Wagga showed up, in big numbers
“All lives matter – when black lives matter.” That was the chant as it echoed down Baylis Street, the main street of the community I grew up in the heart of Wiradjuri country, Wagga Wagga.
It would have been easy for me to go to Sydney or Melbourne to stand alongside our many thousands of brothers and sisters wanting, demanding, pleading, to see change.
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