To the Lucky Country, again II

It was a pleasant late October day when the Pan Am flight finally landed at Kingsford Smith Airport in Sydney. I found my way to a train to Burwood and walked up the hill to Broughton Hostel which would be my home for the next few weeks. Along the way, I made note of the Burwood Hotel, the milk bars, and the bake shoppe where something call Lamingtons were presented on a large plate at the window. Little did I know how important each would become to me during the next few years. The hostel was the first step in the immigration process for the Europeans, Canadians, and Americans who roomed there. You may have noticed that I did not mention Africans or Asians. The White Immigration Policy, which had been slowly dismantled in the 1950s and 1960s, was not totally disregarded. Racially-based selection for immigrants would not be formally made illegal until the mid-1970s. About the same time that the Aboriginal child removal policy, now called the Stolen Generations, would completely end.