Although I’d applied for a job in a jail, I was in no way prepared for the reality. For one thing, I was surrounded by more Aboriginal women than this city girl had ever seen in one place. Indigenous women made up one-third of the inmates according to the stats, but it seemed like three-quarters to me. Suddenly, after over twenty-five years of living in Australia, a deep sense of this country’s racism came rushing into my mind. After everything this country had been through with its people, why were these women still in slavery? Was this OK with everybody here