![]() Sutton has spent many decades with the Wik people danced with them, cried with them. It’s a rambling old house of stone and timber, everything you would expect an anthropologist’s home to be: rooms filled with books, papers, a large volume of genealogies of Wik families from Cape York among whom he has spent much of his professional life, including some 2000 records of births and deaths. The walls of Peter Sutton’s home in country South Australia are hung with ghosts – black-and-white photographs he has collected from second-hand shops over the years, the long-gone people he calls “poignant strangers”, staring out from the past, without families who want or remember them. Warning: The following article contains images of Indigenous people who are deceased. ![]() Normal text size Larger text size Very large text size ![]()
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