In 1969, just after graduation from Avondale, Michael Leigh Chamberlain married Alice Lynne (Lindy) Murchison. By 1980, Michael was an ordained minister of the Seventh-day Adventist Church and an assistant to the president of Avondale College. In August of that year, the family decided to visit Ayers Rock National Park for a weekend camping holiday. Taking with them their three children, they camped at the large Uluru campsite.

Their oldest son, Aidan, was six years old at the time. Their second son, Reagan, was only three.

Lindy had given birth to a baby girl, Azaria, only ten weeks earlier (actually only nine weeks and four days). Azaria had been a planned baby. Her parents had wanted a girl; and that is what they got. She was a beautiful child, with no deformities, and had a Biblical name which means “Blessed of God.”

In the winter of 1980, there was about one serious dingo attack on a child at Ayers Rock every week. But with the school holiday season approaching, that fact was kept secret. The tourist dollar is king at Ayers Rock; for it is the leading tourist attraction in the entire Northern Territory. Fear of dingo attacks could cut tourist revenue by tens of thousands of dollars. Although a few signs were posted, telling them not to feed the dingoes, virtually no one was aware of the dingo danger.

(The Australian “winter” occurs during our summer months: June through September. During part of that time, school is out and the desert is not so hot.)

There may have been 2,000 tourists there on Sunday, August 17, 1980. That evening, as the sun was fast westering, Lindy went to their tent, in the tourist camp, and laid little Azaria in her carry basket on the floor. She then went out to where her husband and the tourists were gathered around a campfire. Rather quickly she was alerted by a cry; and she went back to check on the baby. As she neared the tent, she saw something that looked like a dog run out the door with something in its mouth, immediately turn at the tent corner, and disappear. Inside the tent, the baby was gone.

Immediately, she rushed out. “Michael, Michael, the dingo’s got my baby!”

The Australian media called it “the trial of the century.” The most lurid, sensational stories were spread by the press all over the nation: Adventists were said to be a weird people. Someone looked for the definition of the baby’s name, “Azaria,” in the Oxford English Dictionary; but they accidentally (?) obtained the meaning of “Azazel” (the scapegoat of Leviticus 16), which was said to be “sacrifice in the wilderness.” (As mentioned earlier, “Azaria” is a Hebrew word, meaning “Blessed of God.”)

It was said that the Chamberlains purposely went to Ayers Rock in order to slay the infant. Lindy was said to have buried the child in the sand after doing it. —On and on went the wild stories; all of them were untrue. Nearly the entire nation was led to believe that the baby was killed in the desert in an Adventist religious ritual.

The nation was stirred to its core; and a great majority of the people were convinced that Lindy had murdered her child.

Certain things helped bring that conviction about: One was the fact that Lindy was the type that showed little emotion in public. If she had wept openly as most mothers would, it would have helped.

Another problem was that the Northern Territory government was extremely anxious to sidestep the fact that it was responsible for what had happened! That order, to not feed the wild dogs, should not have been given or it should have been followed up by getting rid of the oversupply of dingoes in the area,—especially the one that had become so vicious.

Another problem was the fact that the dingo which took the baby—was known. It was “Ding,” the special pet of one of the staff families at the park. Although born wild, like all the other dingoes, Ding had been partially tamed by members of several families that worked at Ayers Rock Park. But there was one family, the Cawoods, who gave him the most attention and love. Prior to the ban on feeding dingoes, they fed him every evening. They even let him into the house on cold nights, so he could warm himself by the heater. On one occasion, Ranger Ian Cawood had wormed Ding.

Ding was a healthy young male, the same color as the red Ayers Rock soil. He had distinctive markings because he was part dog, was somewhat larger and stronger than other dingoes, and was the pet of about six families at Ayers Rock. Ding was a semi-domesticated creature. And, in his travels from home to home, he had acquired several other names, including “Scarface” and (among aborigines) “Kulpunya”—the devil dog. He was an easily recognized red dingo, with a white band around his neck. With a tail longer and bushier than pure dingoes, he was a large, strong male.

But new rules banned tourists and park staff from feeding dingoes. So Ding had been losing weight rapidly. The problem was that dingo males bring the food to their mates with young; and it is believed that Ding may have sired a litter and, while himself starving, was trying to forage for food to take to both mother and pups. The new no-feed order affected all the dingoes; Ding was the most deprived because he was the most domesticated. Without food from the park staff and tourists, Ding became desperate for food. One photo, taken about the time of Azaria’s death, showed Ding to be an emaciated animal, with his ribs clearly showing.

Crazed by hunger, he began attacking children. The first of these was an aboriginal girl. This attack was never reported to authorities. Then, on June 23, only two months before Azaria died, Ding attacked the daughter of one of the staff families (Amanda Cranwell). But her parents did not disclose this incident until April 1984.
Little Amanda, only four at the time, was dragged out of the family car by the head and neck. Max Cranwell, the father, later said, “I feel we could be in the position of the Chamberlains ourselves. As things have gone on, we have felt that the same thing could have happened to us—and Phyllis [his wife] might now be in jail.”

Ding was clearly identified in that attack. Other attacks were against tourists. In that two-month period of attacks, no dingo was shot, except for the alleged “shooting” of Ding.

The morning after Ding attacked Amanda, Ian Cawood told Max that Ding had been “dealt with.” Word spread among the staff that Ding had been shot. Keep in mind that the Cawoods, more than the others, had for over a year provided a special home for Ding. Although (like all the others) they obeyed the no-feeding ban, they did not want to kill their pet.

So Cawood drove Ding to a slaughterhouse at Curtin Springs Station, about 60 km [37.3 mi] east of Ayers Rock. He was well-fed there. It is known that an aborigine (Nipper Winmatti), from Ayers Rock, later recognized Ding at the slaughterhouse.

Thinking he had gotten lost, the aborigine may have brought Ding back on his truck. Or perhaps, missing his families, Ding went back by himself. Either way, once back at Ayers Rock Park, he rapidly began starving again. There are photos which confirm this. (The aborigines were the original natives of Australia, when the British first arrived and settled the land.)

There were nine confirmed sightings of Ding alive after Cawood claimed to have “dealt with” him—several by the staff houses. Therefore we can have certainty that Cawood had not shot him before the attack on Azaria.

Because he had earlier attacked the two children, as well as several tourists, all the workers knew that half-starved Ding was dangerous. It was their responsibility to shoot the animal, but none did; even though, from the sightings they knew he was still alive. They knew it was the pet of some of the families.

It is known that Ding walked about Ayers Rock village for about 12 hours that day, before the baby was taken. Among those who saw him was the aborigine, Nipper Winmatti, who knew the dingo well.

A few minutes before Azaria disappeared on that fateful evening, a dingo was seen walking toward the Chamberlain tent. A mother with a busload of children from Sydney’s Newington College saw it—and described it as a big red dingo. When shown a set of dingo photographs, she identified one as the dingo she saw. It was Ding.

A social worker, from the Australian county of Victoria, and a Victorian Trainee schoolteacher also saw a dingo walking toward the Chamberlain tent. When separately shown a series of 15 dingo photos, both selected a photo of Ding as the animal they saw.
At about 8 p.m. on August 17th, Lindy put Azaria to bed; she first rubbed her bottom with a lanolin-based cream. Lanolin is a fatty substance extracted from sheep’s wool. It may have attracted the dingo.

Just before putting the infant to bed in the tent, Lindy had been talking to Greg Lowe, a Tasmanian tourist, at the barbecue site. Because he did not know which tent was the Chamberlain’s, he watched as she went to it. From where he stood he had a clear sighting, from the side, and saw her back out of the tent, after laying the infant down. She had both arms free. (This was important, because the later accusation was that she carried the infant to her car and killed it.)

She put her left arm around her six-year-old son, Aidan. Her right arm was in full sight of Greg Lowe; and it was holding nothing. Then, wearing the same floral dress she earlier had on (not the tracksuit trousers the Crown alleged she changed into), he saw her walk toward her car. About four-and-a-half minutes later, he again saw her; and he and his wife, Sally, conversed with her at the campfire. She had been out of sight of the other campers for about 10-12 minutes.

During that time, she was later charged with having (1) changed from her floral dress to a tracksuit, (2) taken Azaria to her car, and (3) killed her there, using a pair of scissors, and (4) changed back into the floral dress. —All in a space of 10-12 minutes.
Yet Lindy was only out of Greg Lowe’s sight for about four and a half minutes.

Her oldest son, Aidan, was six years old at the time. He was with his mother the entire 10-12 minutes she was away from the campfire and with Azaria in the tent. But he did not testify in the court trial, because Lindy did not want him emotionally hurt by what would have been a grueling cross-examination.

Lindy rejoined her husband around the campfire; and, as they stood there conversing with Greg and Sally Lowe, a life-changing event was taking place.

Looking for food, Ding crept into their tent. Reagan, the three-year-old Chamberlain child, suddenly awoke with Ding standing on top of him. Like Amanda Cranwell, he had nightmares for years afterward. Although too young to address the court, the boy never changed his story: “The dingo stood on top of me.”

It is of interest that, if Azaria had not been in the tent, the dingo would have attacked Reagan and probably killed her.

Les Harris, president of the Dingo Foundation, later said that Ding would not have been able to tell the infant Azaria apart from any other small animal—a rabbit or a bandicoot. Harris explained that he would have picked her up and then killed her with a violent shaking, breaking the infant’s neck.

Azaria’s last cry was heard around the campfire. It was between 8:02 and 8:03 p.m. “That was bubby crying!” said Aidan Chamberlain to his father, who was talking to the Lowes. Turning to Lindy, Michael said, “Wasn’t that bubby crying?” Immediately, Lindy went to the tent.

It is highly significant that Aidan, Michael, and Sally all heard the baby cry while Lindy stood beside them—after the time when the prosecution alleged that Azaria had already been murdered by her in the car. Sally Lowe described the cry as being a “cutoff” cry and an urgent one.

The dingo came out of the front opening of the tent just as Lindy came hurrying to the front entrance. But, because of a shadow cast by a wooden fence, she could not clearly see what was in its mouth. As the dingo came out, it was shaking whatever was in its mouth, which Lindy initially thought to be a “sandshoe.”

(It should be mentioned here that Chief Constable Frank Morris later testified that, when she was interviewed by him at 8:30 p.m. that evening about the death of her baby, she said she actually saw the baby in the dingo’s mouth. But Lindy denies this. Throughout the trial and all that followed, Lindy was always very careful to only speak the truth as she knew it.)

The description she later gave of the animal exactly fit Ding. Suddenly, in great fear for the safety of her children, Lindy ran to the tent. As she did, she noticed a dingo standing near their car. (It very likely was “the second one” which was to follow Ding.)
A quick look inside told her what had happened; and, shouting, she ran to the group. “Michael! Michael! A dingo’s got my baby!” Judith West, who was reading in a nearby tent, heard her shouted words.

The Chamberlains quickly shouted the problem to everyone standing around; and Michael and Greg Lowe ran from the barbecue area in the direction where Lindy saw the dingo go.

(The front of their tent faced west, the direction of the campfire. When Ding came out of the tent with the baby, it went to the tent corner, turned and ran east.)
There were two dingoes by the Chamberlain’s tent; one was Ding. As the people began shouting, both animals ran east from the campsite, knowing it was the quickest way to hide.

About a hundred yards east of the Chamberlain tent was a lengthy sandridge, which ran north to south. Upon reaching it, an animal could disappear over it and not be seen. But even without it, a dingo could be hard to see among the desert brush.
Michael and Greg chased after one dingo which headed due east. They were close to it; but, when they saw that it was carrying nothing, they gave up the chase and began searching among the brush.

The second dingo, which was Ding, ran southeast with no one immediately after it. It ran about 150 meters [164 yd] and then stopped. But a Victorian schoolteacher, Murray Haby, was trying to track it. To the left (north) of him were the other men; so the thought came to mind to change directions. Turning a full 90o to the right, he searched along the sandridge toward the south, hoping to find where that second dingo’s tracks cut across the sandridge.

Murray found the tracks! He later described them in a Channel 10 interview as “rather deep, as if the dingo was carrying something.” His evidence was later corroborated by two native tracking experts.

Following those tracks, Murray arrived at a spot where there was a cloth impression in the sand. The tracks went around it in a circle that was about three or four meters in diameter. From there, the tracks headed south. Murray followed them until they disappeared on the edge of a tourist parking lot.

A tourist rushed in his car over to the Police Station; but no one was there. Running next door, he banged on John Beasey’s home. John opened it and told him to go across the road and tell the ranger (second in charge) what had happened. It was Cawood’s home; but no one was there. Returning to Beasey, he demanded help. John went next door and woke up Senior Constable Frank Morris. They were the first park staff to learn what had happened.

(It should be noted that there were three homes clustered together by the police station: Beasey was only a mechanic. The other two were Morris, head policeman, and Cawood, the second-in-command of the park rangers. One or another of this cluster of buildings will repeatedly enter into this story.)

Then Beasey headed south, alerting the rangers there, while Morris went north, alerting other park attendants. Morris found Ian Cawood and Ranger Iain Marshall drinking at the bar at the Ayers Rock Chalet.

Cawood later testified in court that, as soon as he was notified, he drove directly to the campground to help in the search. But Iain Marshall later told private investigators that Cawood first drove to his home. (He later testified that he did not spent the last part of the night at home; but he was searching known dingo lairs during that time.)

Meanwhile, Anna Marshall, the ranger’s wife, ran in and told Roberta Downs, the full-time nurse at Ayers Rock, “A child has been taken by a dingo!” Then there was silence for a time, as the two women looked into one another’s eyes. Both knew what had happened. It was Roberta who only a few days before had argued with Anna about the dingo attacks, telling her, “Do we have to wait till a child is seriously injured or killed before we do something?” (Roberta was to become a close friend of the Chamberlains.)

The searchers were told by staff to go to the Sunrise Hill parking area. Sunrise Hill is a paved portion of that long sandridge. It is customary each morning at dawn for tourists to go there and, with the morning sun behind them, watch the brilliant red sunrise on Ayers Rock to the west. From Sunrise Hill, the tourists were fanned out in a wide-ranging searching party. By this time, all the tourists knew they were searching for a dingo which had taken baby Azaria. Not one of them had the slightest suspicion that the baby’s mother had killed it. That theory was a later government fabrication, foisted on an ignorant, gullible public.