If you are going to meet Wik people in Aurukun you may well be directed to the mango tree outside an auntie’s house.
It was beneath the shade of this tree that the Wik people gathered and mobilised to fight their native title claims. Under trees, in tents, driving thousands of kilometres across dusty potholed landscape in rusty old cars to get to camps to try to find a collective voice. Elder Robert Holroyd would arrive on his tractor with his fierce dogs.