My Grandfather, Ron Castan
“A thirty-seat plane sat on the runway, its propellers spinning hypnotically in the darkness. The engine roared, a deafening thunder that threatened to blow my six-year-old body away. As my grandfather and I sat in the tiny gate lounge, fluorescent lights flickering above, I held his hand tighter, excited yet intimidated by the adventure we were about to embark on.
This is one of the few precious memories I have of my grandfather, Ron Castan, the famous barrister and champion of Aboriginal land rights …”