The bush orphanage : recollections of a British child migrant and the truth about Australia's human trafficking past

The author of 'The Bush Orphanage' John Hawkins, himself a 'forced migrant child' from Britain tells in his book about the crimes against humanity that were committed by both British and Australian government authorities and social workers at Australia House in London and how they were engaged in criminal neglect in the frenzy to get British children to fill Australian orphanages, fast. John Hawkins' book contains the most compiled and documented history surrounding this disaster that has ever been presented. There is no documentation to be found in Britain that reveals the appalling actions undertaken by the two governments. The author however during his many years of research, legally obtained evidence that was probably never meant to see the light of day again, and reveals how both governments shirked their legal and moral responsibility for the lives of these little innocents. Between 1922 and 1967, up to 10,000 children, many as young as six, were literally plucked off the streets in Britaintaken from orphanages or snatched from the arms of single mothers or foster parents, and sent to Australia to help boost population. These children, with only a birth certificate (often false) as identification, with wrong names and birthdays to make tracing by their families impossible, were processed in the hundreds by corrupt officials within the Department of Immigration. What did these little children experience? Cruel institutionalization, loss of family and childhood, neglect and exploitation. brutality, and sexual assaults and rape. These victims lived their lives with intense feelings of fear, loneliness and confusion, low self-esteem, not knowing who their parents and siblings were, but not even knowing who they really were. From the deck, I watched England grow smaller and smaller until the last vestige of land became a mist-shrouded speck then disappeared. Only seagulls followed, swooping and diving along the ship's wake. A long white river was carrying me away from my world. My mind shut down, collapsing inwards