Pauline Hanson Storms Out of Senate, page-70

I wonder if aboriginal fathers still sell their daughters for flagon of plonk as they did in the 1950's?

"'And the difficulties have become much clearer to me since I've been at Jigalong.' 'Yes. It's the same old story, really. We lived on a reserve outside a town. My father sold me many times, to white men, when I was a kid.' She says it in a matter-of-fact voice, without anger, without bitterness. 'That's terrible,' I say, barely comprehending what her life might have been like. 'It was. The price they paid for my body was a flagon of sherry.'