There's dead silence first, there's nothing.
And then you hear the screams coming
I close my eyes, and like, I could see these horses coming toward me
On the 10th of June, 1838, 12 white stockmen rode into Myall Creek Station.
There was a mix of young children, women, men
just going about their lives.
They led them away, tied together.
Stabbed by bayonets.
They tore the limbs from babies.
That's all they had, bits and pieces of skulls.
They let them to rot.
I am Sue Blacklot. I am a descendant of the survivors.
My name is Myles Jerrard. I am a descendant.
One of the 12 white men was John Blake.
And I am the great-great-grandson of John Blake.