Warning: This article contains historical records that use racist and offensive language, and descriptions of events that will be distressing to some readers. It also contains references to Indigenous Australians who have died
Malcolm McKinnon remembers poking around under Great-Uncle Bill’s big old house in Brisbane while the adults were having afternoon tea. Once he found a pile of rusty old chains. Some had big loops, one was a breastplate of some kind. He thought they looked strange.