Australian Left Review

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Letters: ALR105

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As early as the age of 10, I can remember embracing one of those more or less rules of life through which we lend to view the world. It came via my sister who, during a dinner-time family argument, whispered earnestly, “don’t trust anyone older than twelve". This seemed like good advice at the time, as most of the conflict around the place certainly came from those the other side of twelve.