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The story of the 1946 Aboriginal Pastoral Workers' Strike. Eight hundred aboriginal station workers walked off sheep stations in the north west of Western Australia, marking the beginning of a strike which lasted more than three years. The strike was more than a demand for better wages and conditions, it was a struggle for basic human rights.
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The story of the 1946 Aboriginal Pastoral Workers' Strike. Eight hundred aboriginal station workers walked off sheep stations in the north west of Western Australia, marking the beginning of a strike which lasted more than three years. The strike was more than a demand for better wages and conditions, it was a struggle for basic human rights.
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Genre:Documentary
Written By:David Noakes, Paul Roberts
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Runtime:72 minutes
Studio:Friends Film Productions, Market Street Films Ltd
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