any years ago, my uncle, Gerry Bostock, rang me late one night and told me about how he had met a non‑Indigenous woman called Thelma, who had the same family name as ours. She was an avid genealogist who had traced the Bostock family back to the late 1600s in England. I imagined Uncle Gerry’s eyes twinkling with delight as he said: ‘Guess who our white ancestors were?’ I was shocked when he said, ‘They were slave traders!’ He then erupted into a loud belly laugh and added, ‘Imagine that! A couple of
