This is a B.C. podcast.

Nina money, Nainai, Tiana,

Nagananari Gungabina.

Hello, are you good? My name is Tiana. My Ghana name is Gangabina, which means the caring one.

To begin, it's important that we acknowledge the country that we are on.

I'm on Ghanaian to the lands of the Ghana people of the Adelaide

Plains. We would like to pay our respects to the custodians, to the ancestors that nurtured the land and the elders that have led the way for

generations. This is your land, this is your country, it has always been Aboriginal land. And as this is a podcast whose reach is far and

wide, we would like to extend our respect to the elders of the lands this recording might reach.

Yes, girl power.

This is the story of Queenie Mackenzie, the girl who became a living treasure.

Red by Ragerie poet and artist, Jazz Money.

And if you're an Aboriginal or tourist-strait-islander person,

we want to let you know that this episode contains the name of someone who has died.

Shh, Queenie's mum hissed. It's them. They're coming.

Queenie ducked under the big wooden table in the kitchen.

The room was dark, just how they needed it.

Her mum scurried towards her, something black in her hand.

Stay still, Garag Grag, her mum said.

Wiener's heart was pounding so hard she thought it might rock her whole body.

She closed her eyes and stayed still, deathly still. Heavy footsteps crunched over dirt, up the creaky stairs, then a knock.

Her mom moved her hands quickly, smearing charcoal into Queenie's face, every inch of

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