My second play The Birthday Party I wrote in 1958 - or 1957. It was totally destroyed by the critics of the day who called it an absolute load of rubbish.
I was brought up in the War. I was an adolescent in the Second World War. And...
I sing a little bit. I got a guitar for my 16th birthday.
We gave up some of our country to the white men thinking that then we could have peace. We were mistaken. The white man would not let us alone.
