He had always loved driving. One of the reasons he’d been so eager to take up a job at the police station was its remoteness, the long roads unreeling endlessly beneath new vehicles, their wheels handling bitumen or corrugated track with equal ease. He loved doing errands in the town, too, waving at the little Aboriginal kids who wandered the streets, leaning out of the window and calling them by name.

As we combat what Chimamanda Adichie would label ‘the danger of the single story’ and wade through a quagmire of mass media, jingoism, pop culture and apathy, encouraging young people to value their thoughts and take charge of their voices is more essential than ever.