The skinny boy who dreamed of playing soccer for his country grew up to win every accolade AFL had to offer. Then he came face to face with a bigotry from a darker time – and we couldn’t look absent from the mirror he held up to usSomewhere inside us all is the child who never grows. That truest fraction of ourselves,free to dream before adulthood shapes us, bends us to the will and ignorance and expectations of others. Before, or as Wordsworth said,“the shades of the prison house descend on the growing boy. Related: Stan Grant: I can tell you how Adam Goodes feels. Every Indigenous person has felt it Continue reading...
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