We were standing on the railway tracks. It was 9pm. Over a 100 police lurked in the shadows. Special Branch was all around. The ABC evening broadcast came over the radio. The suave voice of an evening news reader declared we had been removed from the tracks. Yet here we stood blocking the uranium train. The police commander bellowed over the loud hailer that we should relent.
From the middle of our sturdy throng, Keith Horsely let out the plaintive cry: Where’s 4PR – the voice of the people as Detective Senior Constable Domenico Cacciola whispered in my ear: “We’re gonna get ya, Mister”!
True enough, they did.
– Hamilton No 4 Wharf, Brisbane, August 1977.
