Dying Rose is not an easy read, nor should it be. This book lays bare the heartbreaking reality of how Indigenous young women are perceived and treated within the Australian legal system. What struck me most was the constant thread of institutional assumptions, how quickly authorities move to label a tragedy as a choice, rather than a failure of protection. The unconscious bias embedded within policing, coronial processes, and broader government structures creates a system that is not just flawed but actively inhospitable to the very families seeking answers.
Reading this, I found myself frustrated, not just by the injustices described, but by how hard families had to fight simply to be heard. The emotional toll of grief should never have to coexist with bureaucratic resistance. And yet, in story after story, that’s exactly what happens.
While I didn’t always connect with the writing style, the importance of the story far outweighs any stylistic critique. This is not a book you read for comfort and entertainment, it’s a book you read because silence is complicity. Stories like this must be told, and more importantly, they must be heard.