Chapter 1

‘It’s bad enough that I’m mixed... Australians for Australia HA! Assholes for Australians is more like ... but I’m not Abo. I wonder what I can do about that?’ Abby thought. She snapped her fingers. ‘Court. I need to petition the Court. I have DNA evidence. ‘ (Sunny Corner. Chapter 19)

Because David had been devastated by the loss of his wife, his next door neighbor, Jim Mac, had been running David’s life. Jim Mac’s chosen lawyer, Jenny Wren, having run the professional gamut of University, Pre- Law, Intern, Law Clerk, Solicitor, Barrister, Practitioner, and Prosecutor, for the previous fifteen years, had been tapped for the Judicial by the Executive branch of Federal Government. For the past three years she had been moving up in the judicial hierarchy and was appointed to The Family Court.

Judge Jenny had a particular dislike for the Aboriginal Child, Family and Community State Secretariat, the not-for-profit organization funded by the NSW Department of Family and Community Services.

The Aboriginal Child, Family and Community State Secretariat and their minions had been, for the past century, the sole arbiter in all matters concerning the removal and placement of Aboriginal children in Church sponsored homes. “To better adjust the child to the benefits of civilization.”

The Aboriginal Child, Family and Community State Secretariat had taken Abby at birth and David had to resort to the Court to gain possession of his sole progeny. The Court had ordered DNA authentication to prevent governmental chicanery. Abby was absolutely her father’s daughter ... and had not a smidgen of Aboriginal blood.

BUT! The only written records had been submitted by the Church and the Court operated on the premise IF IT’S NOT WRITTEN DOWN, IT NEVER HAPPENED.

The Church ... to protect it’s pedofile priests and ministers ... had falsified a great many records and that discovery years later had cast doubt on the validity of Church documents. It was time and passed for Abby to set the record straight.

“Might I speak to Judge Jenny, please?” Judge Jenny was known nationwide. She had made a few landmark decisions over the years and was no respecter of person, place or thing ... guilty was guilty and innocent was never guilty.

“Tell her it’s Just Abby Austin’s daughter.”

“Hello, Abby. I’ve been expecting your call. What took you so long?”