I wrote or transcribed this speech for Colin Griffiths while he was staying at my house. We had known each other since we were teenagers. By this stage he was increasingly fragile, and often seriously unwell. He would not last out the decade.
My kids had no idea what to make of this strange, toothless, ravaged old man who would show up at my door in Sydney’s inner-city suburb of Redfern. He was very nervous about the speech, which was why he enlisted my help. I understand it went well.
