"Long-hidden documents prove that the men who ran that mine, one of Australia’s largest public companies, were aware from the start of the terrible dangers of blue asbestos. They did too little, too late, to protect their workers, as did the government which should have been the watchdog. It was a conspiracy of silence."
My Dad was never in Wittenoom: he was a wharfie in Fremantle, as were two of my uncles. My Uncle Les was also a returned soldier. In the late eighties he was diagnosed with asbestosis. Deeply distressed by this news, I wrote a strange and eerily prophetic story called
"Midnight Shift" about my own father's death. Much more recently I also wrote a prose poem about both men. You can listen to it HERE.
"long after people leave, they dance on the tide"