There was a rustle in the bush behind us, I turned around and saw three white faces running towards us with their arms long and open. I felt a hand go over my mouth as I tried to scream and another arm go around my waist picking me up and carrying me. I heard Dacuh scream as if he was in pain and I pushed and struggled trying to get out of the persons grip. I was shoved aggressively into the back of a car and driven to a large building in a town
called Cootamundra. I later learned Dacuh was taken to the Kinchela Boys home after we arrived. We had been lined up with a few other children and they told us to forget our old name, forget our aboriginal culture and our families. Then, they renamed us. English names, mine was to be Anna.
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The Stolen Generation
Historical FictionA short story about a young girl named Yindi and her story of her time in Cootamundras Girl Home. This story is based off the stolen generation in Australian and Aboriginal history where indigenous children where taken from their homes and trained...
