Phillip Coorey is political editor for The Australian Financial Review.
Elizabeth Flux’s writing has been widely published, including in The Saturday Paper, Guardian Australia, Island and Meanjin.
Damien Freeman is the author of Abbott’s Right: The Conservative Tradition from Menzies to Abbott and principal policy adviser at the PM Glynn Institute, the Australian Catholic University’s public policy think-tank.
Dominic Kelly is an honorary research fellow at La Trobe University. He is the author of Political Troglodytes and Economic Lunatics: The Hard Right in Australia.
Celeste Liddle is an Arrernte woman living in Melbourne. She is a union organiser, social commentator and activist. Her writing has appeared in Daily Life (Fairfax), Guardian Australia, New Matilda, Tracker Magazine and Eureka Street.
Hugh Mackay is a social psychologist, researcher and author. His recent books include Australia Reimagined and The Inner Self.
David Marr is the author of Patrick White: A Life, Panic, The High Price of Heaven and Dark Victory (with Marian Wilkinson). He has written for The Sydney Morning Herald, The Saturday Paper, Guardian Australia and The Monthly, and been editor of the National Times, a reporter for Four Corners and presenter of ABC TV’s Media Watch. He is the author of six bestselling Quarterly Essays.
Katharine Murphy has worked in Canberra’s parliamentary press gallery since 1996 for The Australian Financial Review, The Australian and The Age, before joining Guardian Australia, where she is political editor. She won the Paul Lyneham Award for Excellence in Press Gallery Journalism in 2008 and has been a Walkley Award finalist twice. She is a director of the National Press Club and the author of On Disruption.
Lesley Russell is a non-resident fellow at the United States Studies Centre and an adjunct associate professor at the University of Sydney’s Menzies Centre for Health Policy. She has worked as a senior policy adviser on health for the Democrats in the US House of Representatives, for the Obama administration and for the Australian Labor Party.
Laura Tingle is chief political correspondent for ABC TV’s 7.30. She won the Paul Lyneham Award for Excellence in Press Gallery Journalism in 2004, and Walkley awards in 2005 and 2011. She is the author of Chasing the Future: Recession, Recovery and the New Politics in Australia and three previous acclaimed Quarterly Essays, Great Expectations, Political Amnesia and Follow the Leader.
James Walter is emeritus professor of politics at Monash University. His latest book is The Pivot of Power: Australian Prime Ministers and Political Leadership, 1949–2016 (with Paul Strangio and Paul ’t Hart).
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Response to Correspondence
Both a lifetime ago, and only a few months past, I interviewed Scott Morrison in what turned out to be the last hours before he and Daniel Andrews understood there would be a substantial second wave of COVID-19 infections in Victoria. The writer in me appreciates this bit of symmetry. Victoria went into lockdown as I was finalising the Quarterly Essay, and then the state reopened as I crafted this response to the thoughtful and generous feedback you’ve enjoyed in the preceding pages. But it feels cretinous to be musing about symmetry in 2020, when people have suffered.
Australia has fared significantly better than elsewhere in the plague of 2020, largely because of the values our governments displayed in the opening months of the crisis. It was an act of madness for a writer to try to document what was happening in real time while keeping up daily news reporting and guiding my small but brilliant Canberra news team, but I became obsessed with completing that mission. As David Marr notes of my methodology, I wanted to ask, is all this decent?, because I feared that politics being politics, and human nature being what it is, the collegiate spirit, that sense of common purpose demonstrated by our leaders, would peak and then subside. I wanted to capture and share what I witnessed as it happened, knowing that if I documented it later, the same history would be written through a different lens. I would ask different questions.
So, Australia has done well during COVID-19. Better than elsewhere. But most people I know have endured one of the worst years of their lives, and I wanted the essay to respect that sense of a society, of a political class, of an adviser class, being called to draw deeply on reserves. Hugh Mackay is, of course, correct to impose a sense of scale and historical perspective on what the country has experienced this year: COVID is not the Spanish flu, or a world war, and unemployment has not hit the depths of the Great Depression. But living with the virus has been hard, and as a society we are either considerably less tolerant of discomfort than our antecedents, or we have more means and opportunity to vent and agonise publicly about it.
Australians have trudged through winter, Victorians most of all. People have died. People have lost jobs and businesses they spent years nurturing. People have not seen loved ones for months because of closed borders. People who live alone have been isolated in their homes. Our shared sense of what’s normal has shifted profoundly. I now flinch if I see people hugging with abandon on television – this feels like a reckless habit of a pre-pandemic age. Before I get into a lift at Parliament House during sitting weeks, I wonder if it’s a good idea to seal myself in a confined space. I feel anxious at the thought of going to a cinema, which pre-pandemic was one of my great pleasures. There have been very few cases in Canberra for many months, but I still feel more comfortable at home than I do at a restaurant. I wonder how long I’ll feel this way. If a vaccine turns up in the new year, if it works, if it can be rolled out before winter comes around again, will we all forget how this was? Will we revert to the mores of pre-pandemic life with the same delusions of invincibility that existed before COVID, or will we carry the plague with us? Is the coronavirus now etched in our collective consciousness? Will it, and the recession that has punctured Australia’s remarkable three decades of growth, reshape not only our habits, but our collective sensibility?
Perhaps, adaptive and resilient species that we are, we can quickly unlearn the principal lesson of 2020: which was how to retreat. Perhaps the economy will rebound reasonably quickly because this is an artificial recession – a recession induced not by the cyclical booms and busts of capitalism or a credit crisis, but by governments for the purpose of saving lives. This one really was the recession we had to have – although no one was ever rash enough to characterise it in those Keating-esque terms. Perhaps, once governments bring us out of hibernation, we will all revert instantly and exuberantly to the habits of the consumer-driven convenience economy that existed, unchecked, unshadowed, until about the middle of March. Perhaps we will forget what we learnt over these months: that the convenience economy can only be enjoyed at times when the world is not staring down an existential threat. The pandemic also showed us the convenience economy is a function of globalisation, and it is an ecosystem of structural inequality that serves the whims and wants of people of means, with services delivered by an army of people with less rights, less protections and less opportunity than the rest of us – at least it will be, until automation removes even those prospects.
I wanted to document the opening of the crisis because what I witnessed was a succession of moral acts, and by moral acts I mean decisions that gave priority to saving lives. Dominic Kelly fears this insight – and my thesis that Morrison was largely pragmatic rather than ideological during the first wave – is the false narrative of unedifying insider journalism – a common critique of the work of the Canberra press gallery. I’m perfectly comfortable for Kelly to ask if I suffer from Stockholm syndrome, because that’s a question I constantly ask myself. I don’t, by the way. But I’m happy for readers to be the judge.
There is certainly a place for political analysis from a distance. But my task was to furnish a primary-source account of a crisis and a prime minister, and that requires proximity. I watched as days ebbed into nights, filling my notebooks with facts and quotes and transient observations. I remained at my desk, co-located with the decision-makers sequestered downstairs in the ministerial wing. Phil Coorey, political editor of The Australian Financial Review, who drifted in and out of my office seeking sugar and banter, was kind enough to review the essay. Phil spoke about trauma, and he’s right. Some days the story was so huge we were completely overwhelmed. We rattled around the elegant empty spaces of Parliament House, pinging from briefings to press conferences, filing constantly. The wide circulation corridors of Romaldo Giurgola’s magnificent building normally teem with spivs and staffers, but the only sound was our footfalls on the hardwood as we wore the pathways to and from the prime minister’s courtyard and the committee rooms. When Australia went home for the lockdown, the people’s house was funereal and pin-drop quiet, which was at first disconcerting, but then a salve for a reporter battling daily overload.
My colleagues and I watched and listened intently, reported exhaustively, and tried to respond to the public’s hunger for factual information while at the same time managing our personal anxiety and intense fatigue so we could be reliable informants. It’s true we managed those responsibilities better some days than others. I did not witness, nor render, perfection on the part of the government. I did not witness the end of ideology. I did not witness the end of self-interest, or venality, among Australia’s political class – but I did watch and document a group of decision-makers valuing our common humanity, and trying not to fail.
Between the publication of the Quarterly Essay and me writing this response to the thoughtful and generous feedback the essay has generated, I’ve read Bob Woodward’s terrific book Rage, which documents Donald Trump and the US administration’s COVID-19 response. Much of Woodward’s rendering of events felt very familiar to me, because leaders everywhere were facing the same threat, the same unknowns, the same weight of decision-making in the absence of perfect information. The Americans clearly knew a bit more about COVID earlier than we did in Australia, but the timeframes around the critical decision-making, and the inputs, were near identical. The main difference between America and Australia – apart from our political class accepting expert advice and Trump’s dysfunctional White House veering between heeding advice and wild extemporisation – was the concentration span of the person in the top job.
If you’ve read my Quarterly Essay, you will know that I struggled to land a definitive portrait of my fleet-footed and shape-shifting subject, Australia’s prime minister, Scott Morrison. I didn’t use this particular analogy in the essay, but I’ve used it a number of times in sessions with readers as I reflected on the experience of writing a history in real time: our prime minister is like an outline in a colouring book. There’s a bold black outline, a defined shape, but Morrison leaves you to choose your own colours to render him. He allows you to project what you need into his outline. This is a disconcerting quality for me, but it has been a successful strategy for him. In any case, I don’t mention this to re-prosecute my Morrison character study, but to draw a comparison with Trump. Trump is fully hewn. There’s no air gap. The American president is assertively present and fully fleshed out. He’s so ubiquitous and oversized that the experience is repellent for all but the devotees. But what the Woodward history captures is a leader who can’t concentrate at a time when concentration was absolutely necessary.
Our leaders, federal and state, concentrated during this crisis. They worked punishingly hard. They agonised in small groups, with experts floating in and out, trying to get the big calls right. I know this because I saw it. I saw their fear and their fatigue. I saw them running behind a crisis, trying to catch up and cushion the blows. Morrison wasn’t distracted, and neither were the premiers. They were sometimes too slow, or wrong, or not quite sharp enough, or not in perfect lockstep, or they lacked the bandwidth to micromanage every element of every problem – but they weren’t fundamentally impeded by their own narcissism. This sustained focus – combined with luck, with geography, with the fall of the seasons – explains why things have been better here than elsewhere, even though there was a second wave and there could be a third wave, as we are seeing now in the Northern Hemisphere as the winter closes in.
The sense of common purpose in the Australian political class spanned the middle of March through until about July, when the second wave in Victoria fractured the country’s sense of pride and relief at initial success. The second wave heralded the return of partisanship. The Andrews government stumbled in managing the crisis – serious administrative missteps in contact tracing and in hotel quarantine – and went into damage control. The Commonwealth first distanced itself from the reversal, then turned on Andrews, intensifying the ferocity of its attacks to help mask its own failures in preparing aged-care homes for the crisis, failures the Morrison government continues to try to minimise. The country was treated to the perverse spectacle of Morrison agreeing that Victoria should be locked down, then punishing Andrews for following through. Senior Victorian ministers in Canberra carpet-bombed Andrews for his failures, then demanded the premier move faster with reopening, which was a peculiar kind of madness, because Andrews was never going to reopen the state before he felt the virus was contained.
Reopening too quickly would have put lives at risk, and also would have exposed Andrews to more bombardment from federal ministers. Andrews learnt that when things go bad, no one has your back. No one will stand with you in your hour of need. What the federal prosecution squad conveyed to the Victorian premier through their hectoring was: don’t take any risks, because if you do, and disaster ensues, you are on your own. If Canberra wanted the state reopened, the most effective means of achieving that would have been to give Andrews some breathing space, some level of comfort that was a risk worth taking – but no comfort was forthcoming.
This reversion to politics as usual was all pretty depressing, because for a time things had been different. Not perfect. Just different. I’m not entirely certain how we unwind from the reversion to type, given Australia and the world is still mired in the crisis. That crisis still requires goodwill and cooperation to optimise its management. Rather than a government of nine, the federation now presents to the public as a resentful couple staying together for the sake of the children more than as a constructive partnership. But as Lesley Russell notes in her response, the findings of the essay, and the observations in this response, must be regarded as interim, because the long-term consequences of the virus are yet to be understood.
This was my first Quarterly Essay. I found it desperately hard, but the times are important, and I reported honestly, and shared what I saw. I hope the record stands the test of time. I was assisted in the project by many conversations, both on and off the record. Thank you for all the responses, which are beyond generous. I’m grateful to all the readers who have been in touch since publication with thoughts. This is a dialogue I cherish. Thank you to Chris Feik for improving both the thoughts and the words. I hope we work together again. Thank you also to Kirstie Innes-Will, who understood my voice and my objectives. The pandemic meant I was working with an editor and a copyeditor whom I’d never met, but their professionalism made it easy. I’m very grateful to Lenore Taylor, my friend and editor, and to my wonderful Guardian Australia Canberra team, who really didn’t need me pursuing such an absorbing project at such a critical time but went on the journey with me with grace. Evie, Tom, Evan: I love you. Mark: I love you, and thank you. As usual, you went above and beyond.
Katharine Murphy
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Correspondence
We have always known that Katharine Murphy is in the front rank of political journalists, and that we are fortunate to have her in our midst, especially at a time like this: her account of the political response to COVID-19 is documentary journalism at its best. But The End of Certainty demonstrates that Murphy is also a formidable essayist. The broad sweep of this essay, and the sheer quality of the writing, set it apart as one of the finest recent examples of the form. I’m not surprised she chose a quote from Gerard Manley Hopkins early on: there are many flashes of her own writing that could have been inspired by Hopkins – including her fondness for using compounds like “war-game” and “blame-shift” as verbs.
This response will focus on two aspects of the essay: the personality of the prime minister, and the social impact of the pandemic.
Murphy has presented us with some acute observations of Scott Morrison the man. Given her limited access, and the guarded nature of some of Morrison’s responses, her insights and interpretations are impressive, and shed light on some aspects of Morrison’s behaviour whose significance we might otherwise not grasp. For example, her assessment of him as “project manager” rather than a political philosopher or policy-maker may account for his apparent insensitivity to some of the demands of the prime ministerial role, most notably in the bushfire crisis, but also in the early stumbles in his handling of the pandemic.
His irritability is worth knowing about, and his impatience with parliament itself helps to explain his preference for “mates radio” over Question Time, and for wandering around in a baseball cap and high-vis vest over parliamentary debates or robust press conferences. The sight of him scrolling through his phone while Anthony Albanese delivered his budget reply speech on 8 October looked like a sign of contempt for the institution, not just for the leader of the Opposition. (Josh Frydenberg, by contrast, appeared to give Albanese appropriately courteous attention.)
Murphy assures us that Morrison is adaptable and a quick learner, but it’s odd to think we might have a prime minister who isn’t comfortable in the parliament – the most potent symbol of our democracy.
“Scotty from marketing” is a sobriquet Morrison obviously hates, but there’s a good aspect to it: his marketing background has taught him to respect the views of his market and to see his political challenge not as winning the voters to his side, but convincing them that he’s on their side – the classic position of successful brand marketing: “It’s not about you responding to us; it’s about us responding to you.” His assessment of the mood of the electorate, as reported by Murphy, is spot-on. The unanswerable question is whether his pandemic lessons – more patience, more empathy, more sensitivity, more respect for experts (including climate scientists) – will survive the COVID era and translate into a permanent shift. If it does, he could be in the job for years to come.
The big shift in politics during the pandemic has been the nation’s willingness – even eagerness – for governments to play a bigger part in our lives; to tell us what to do; to lead, in other words, and perhaps even to inspire (certainly to reassure). In spite of our much-vaunted larrikinism, we are actually a rather acquiescent society compared with many others – most notably the United States; obedience comes easily to us. But we had certainly become disenchanted with politics before the pandemic arrived, and it’s worth asking why that was. (It wasn’t only politics we were disenchanted with, of course: also banks, churches, mass media, trade unions … it’s been a rough time for institutions, in terms of public respect and trust.)
We become disenchanted with institutions when we feel as if they’ve lost sight of their reason for being: to serve the society that brought them into being or gave them their social licence to operate. We learn to distrust them when we think they are most concerned with serving their own ends – particularly when they are preoccupied with their own power plays – and that’s been a big criticism of Australian politics for many years.
During the pandemic, it seemed that governments – especially state governments – were unambiguously attuned to the wellbeing of the community. And so, against the trend, our trust rose. It will only continue to rise if politicians, including Morrison, understand why we have parliaments in the first place. Perhaps his irritation with parliament and its rituals and procedures means he hasn’t yet fully grasped that it’s our institution, not his: lack of respect for the institution feels like lack of respect for us.
One other thing about Morrison intrigued Murphy: his religious faith. She is clearly sympathetic, as most Australians are. (I’ve reported elsewhere on the phenomenon of “faith envy.”) When Morrison says that Australia “is not a secular country,” he’s right: the last Census showed that almost two-thirds of Australians identify with a religion, including 52 per cent who still identify as Christian. The thing that interests many Australians is not that Morrison has a religious faith, but what kind of faith it is. Though Pentecostalism is the fastest-growing branch of Christianity here and around the world, knowledge of its doctrines is limited and awareness is mostly focused on practices such as “speaking in tongues,” ecstatic swooning, arm raising, and enthusiastic singing of rock-gospel songs.
The thing that caught my attention in Murphy’s discussion of Morrison’s faith was her sense that he is doubt-free, and that’s a worry. Doubt, after all, is faith’s oxygen: if we knew, we wouldn’t need to believe. It’s arguable that faith not washed by tides of doubt is not faith at all. What sometimes passes for faith might be an embrace of dogma, doctrine or prejudice; it might be a strong connection to a faith community, or trust in a religious institution; it might be more about values than beliefs; it might be a commitment to certain practices that bring comfort; but is it “faith”?
Given that this is supposed to be such a central part of Morrison’s life, it’s not surprising that many of us are curious to know what kind of belief system he has. Does he, for instance, believe in an interventionist supreme being who could actually be bothered delivering a “miraculous” election victory to someone in a small country at the bottom of the world, perhaps because he prayed so hard for it? Does he pray for rain, as if there’s a God who acts as controller-in-chief of the weather, turning the tap on or off according to the quantity and quality of human requests to do so?
Does he share the literal belief of many Pentecostalists – though of very few other Christians – in The Rapture (a fast-approaching end-of-time event when Christian believers, both dead and alive, would rise bodily from the earth “to meet the Lord in the air”)? And if so, does that make him more fatalistic and less interested in long-range planning, especially in response to climate change? The answer to such questions could be highly relevant to Morrison’s approach to politics, and to fossil fuels. Perhaps it’s no wonder he ducked the issue of religion when Murphy raised it.
The social effects of the pandemic were lightly touched on by Murphy, yet she seemed reluctant to accept that her reflections on her own experience – of a rejuvenated sense of neighbourhood, in particular – might be more than a surrender to sentimentality. In fact, Murphy’s experience reflected not only what has happened here, and around the world, in response to the pandemic, but also what usually happens to human communities in a crisis.
The first reaction is often unformed and exaggerated fear, leading to panic and outbreaks of selfish behaviour. But nobler responses usually prevail, simply because we know we are members of a social species that can only survive – let alone thrive – to the extent that we acknowledge that we indivisibly belong to each other, bear some responsibility for each other’s wellbeing, and depend upon each other. Murphy’s experience of regularly waving to a neighbour she had not previously acknowledged was one tiny sign of a more general COVID-led trend: not only is government back in our lives; so is the neighbourhood. Perhaps our little taste of social isolation has brought home to us what it must feel like for those who are permanently at risk of feeling left out, such as older people living alone, single parents, people with a disability or those struggling with mental illness.
Early in the course of the pandemic, I encountered two young men via a webinar, who were both new to their neighbourhoods – one in Melbourne, one in Sydney. Both were living alone. In both cases, early in the lockdown, they put notes in the letterboxes of all the houses in their street, offering to help out with shopping or other chores. Their deeply human instinct was to connect.
Zoom, and an ever-growing family of similar platforms, quickly emerged as a way to “connect” for people deprived of social contact. The age of video meetings, online parties, webinars and “virtual” events of all kinds was suddenly upon us. Zoom and its siblings seemed like the techno-saviours we needed, until we discovered – surprise, surprise – that, just like social media posts, Zoom-type links run a distant second to the real thing; better than nothing, but lacking the crucial ingredients for social connection: eye-contact and actual, physical presence. While the technology gave us a brilliant stop-gap, it also served as a persuasive reminder that “connected but lonely” is a perfectly possible situation: lots of messaging, but no presence.
As Murphy’s quote from Jodie McVernon of the Doherty Institute put it: “The social measures we are taking also have health impacts.” Chief among those impacts are the health hazards that arise from widespread social isolation increasing the incidence of loneliness. It’s not only anxiety and depression that are likely to increase in response to social isolation: there’s also an increased risk of hypertension, inflammation, cognitive decline and addiction. That’s why psychologists are now saying that social isolation is a greater risk to public health than obesity. The federal government’s increased attention to the mental health consequences of the pandemic is therefore welcome.
Another positive human instinct on display was our willingness to accept the restrictions on our individual lives in the interests of the common good. We all have the capacity to show compassion, kindness and respect towards each other – even towards total strangers – and when there’s a crisis, that tendency is far more evident than the reckless individualism of a minority of citizens.
Murphy correctly points out that one effect of the pandemic is to expose our vulnerabilities as a society. The question is whether the pandemic will jolt us into a more compassionate response to homelessness, for instance, or to the destructive shift in the labour market towards insecure employment. At least any stigma attached to unemployment has now been washed away, but we are still remarkably reluctant to acknowledge that, even when things return to “normal,” we simply don’t have enough work for everyone who wants to work.
We’ve been here before, of course. The Great Depression was a dreadful period for our parents or grandparents to live through, yet they looked back on it with a kind of gratitude: it was a time when their values were forged in hardship, and their priorities were clarified. Counterintuitively, many of them described themselves as “lucky” for having been tempered by such adversity, and they typically claimed that the lessons of the Depression never left them.
This points to the only two aspects of Murphy’s essay where I beg to differ. When she says that “crises are tipping points where societies are consumed by the worst of their collective impulses” and refers to our “unmoored humanity,” I find myself rushing to the defence of humankind, based on such evidence as Murphy’s experience in her own street. Crises are, more typically, episodes from which we learn important lessons about what it means to be human and how best to preserve social cohesion in the face of catastrophe. Communities affected by this year’s bushfires certainly didn’t report an outbreak of bad behaviour; quite the reverse.
It’s the same for individuals who deal with personal trauma – relationship breakdown, serious illness, retrenchment, bereavement. The typical (though not universal) response is to look back on such events as times when we faced questions like these: “What really matters?” “Am I living the kind of life I really want to live?” “Am I being true to the values I claim to espouse?” Adversity is often the trigger for self-discovery, and the pandemic certainly provided plenty of opportunities for self-examination.
One obvious social consequence of all this disruption and introspection is that many of us are determined to restructure our lives; to be more flexible about our working arrangements; to cut back on pointless busyness and the stress it induces; to be less inclined to rush hither and thither; to rethink travel plans; to value home and family – and neighbourhood – more than we did.
The other point of difference: I suspect that Murphy somewhat overestimates the scale of COVID-19’s impact on Australia. Every avoidable death is a tragedy; the economic costs are huge – but let’s keep it in perspective. At the time of writing, we had had about 900 COVID deaths out of a population of 25 million. The Spanish flu of 1919 killed about 15,000 Australians out of a population of 5 million – mainly because we didn’t then know what we now know about infection control. World War I caused about 60,000 Australian deaths, and another 26,000 Australian lives were lost in World War II. Unemployment was far worse, in scale and consequences, in the Great Depression than now – and social security provisions were even less generous.
By contrast with those cataclysmic events, and thanks to radical counter-measures, the pandemic’s direct impact has been mild, even though its social and political consequences could turn out to be far-reaching. Of course, it seems so much worse because, thanks to our famous twenty-eight consecutive years of economic growth, we had been lulled into a state of dreamy complacency, as if we could always rely on our luck to keep us out of trouble.
Finally, the essay’s title, The End of Certainty. It might have been borrowed from Paul Kelly’s seminal book of 1992, or perhaps drawn from the conclusion of Jodie McVernon’s quote: “The dilemmas are very real. There are no guarantees. There is no certainty.” But, as I read it, McVernon was not suggesting that COVID-19 marked the end of some mythical period of certainty. Rather, it was another reminder that, when it comes to human affairs – biological, psychological, political, social, economic or cultural – nothing is ever certain. The pandemic hasn’t ended certainty for us, but perhaps it has reminded us, as crises and catastrophes always do, that the very idea of certainty is a seductive delusion.
Hugh Mackay
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Correspondence
I’m writing this response to Katharine Murphy’s essay The End of Certainty the same day that the Victorian premier, Daniel Andrews, has announced what is effectively an end to the Melbourne lockdown. In mere minutes, for the first time since June, I will be able to see my parents, two of my siblings and one of my nephews, in a space where all of our new 25-kilometre radii overlap. Although I am just weeks away from completing my Masters, I may actually get to set foot on campus. In three weeks, my partner and I may be able to celebrate our anniversary at the very pub we met at. We’ve been in each other’s hair for seven months straight, but despite this, we still very much feel like celebrating us. Yet to be honest, it feels surreal, like I need to see it happen to believe it, because if I have learnt anything this year, it’s that situations can change so quickly. A healthy degree of cynicism is not just wise, it’s essential.
Murphy’s essay has provided us with invaluable insight into Scott Morrison and his government’s responses up until August; perhaps this comment will be more of a postscript to things she foreshadowed in the closing chapters – the tension between Morrison and Andrews, for example, as the second wave took hold in Victoria. And nationalism – why it seemed more important in a global pandemic and how it was manifesting.
I can’t help but feel let down by our political leadership. This pandemic and the formation of the National Cabinet could have led to some of Australia’s finest moments – it certainly provided opportunities for cohesion and growth – yet I don’t think this has been the case. I’m not an expert. I’m not an epidemiologist, nor a forensic pathologist. I’m a mere commentator rather than a journalist, and my COVID “comfort spending” credit card bill attests that I am definitely not an economist. I do, however, possess a keenly trained eye when it comes to social policy and political leadership. Despite this, Murphy reminded me of why I felt so incredibly confused back in March, when all of a sudden we were locked down. Political leaders had failed to inform the public properly about the threat of this terrible virus, and I myself made comparisons to the flu based on what I’d heard. Indeed, while videos circulated on social media of supermarket shoppers fighting over toilet paper and canned tomatoes, most of us sat back and laughed at people we deemed “doomsday prepper fools.”
Perhaps it is the progressive Melbourne bubble I live in, but at the beginning, the Morrison–Andrews situation felt very much like an interplay between a middle-aged white man viewed as an incompetent national leader and another middle-aged white man viewed as a competent state leader. Many Victorians saw the Andrews government’s moves for stronger early containment measures as a sign of strength. So, sadly, we said a temporary goodbye to our live venues, our pubs, our restaurants, our cultural scene, our sporting scene (even though these are the things we like to wave smugly in the faces of other Australian capitals) for the greater good.
Likewise, although Murphy is completely correct in highlighting just how unprecedented it was for a Liberal government to vastly increase welfare payments, I think many in Victoria saw the horrifically long queues at Centrelink and viewed the increase as long overdue. Probably more notable was that the Victorian government appeared to be looking after those the federal government had forgotten. Homeless people, for example, being housed in hotels, or the emergency payments made to international university students who’d been left without support and not much more from Morrison than a “go home.” It was rough, but we flattened the curve, rejoiced and then headed back to our (now completely seated and spaced-out) pubs for a celebratory pint.
It clearly didn’t last. In July I seized the opportunity to go to country Victoria for a break and just as we were leaving, the postcode lockdown and housing commission tower detention began. By the time I got back, all of Melbourne had plunged into Stage 3 restrictions, and Stage 4 followed weeks later. And here begins my criticism of the Andrews approach, but the writing had actually been on the wall several months earlier and I had failed to note it. Back in April, it had been reported that the majority of non-compliance fines for lockdowns were not being issued in the wealthy suburbs such as Toorak, whose residents were bringing the virus home with them from their international skiing trips. The fines were being issued in working-class outer areas with a higher proportion of migrant communities, and unfortunately, this divide between rich and poor, white and brown and black, continued. Perhaps what Murphy observed about government use of “nationalism” has even morphed into “Victorianism” (for want of a better term) at times.
The Andrews government was not responsible for the attacks on Asian students in February and March, when unthinking people read memes on the internet and set out to blame anyone they believed looked remotely Chinese: Australia remains a deeply racist country, shaped both by the fiction of terra nullius and its old friend the White Australia Policy. The Andrews government did, however, play a role in the demonisation of the Black Lives Matter rally in June. This is not just because a “senior government source” leaked a fake report to The Age that attendees planned to spit on police, but also because, despite all the efforts the diligent organisers made to work with community health organisations, provide personal protective equipment to attendees and ensure that messages of distancing were repeated throughout the protest, they were still slapped with large fines. Not a single case of COVID community transmission was recorded due to the rally, yet the waters were so muddied by the government and their police service that many ordinary Victorians came to believe it was the cause of the second wave.
When it became abundantly clear the rally had not caused the second wave, government messaging seemed to focus on families having “large gatherings.” This was taken by some as a dog whistle allowing racists to blame ethnic families or Eid celebrations. The ground-work had been done to ensure mainstream society would give the required hegemonic assent to the lockdown of multicultural postcodes and commission towers, which housed a high proportion of impoverished migrants. The baddies were those “other people” and it was for Victoria’s own good that police were guarding their every move.
What we weren’t aware of then was that the government knew where the second wave had come from, and it wasn’t those “other people.” It was its own quarantine program. Findings of the commission into the quarantine program are due to be handed down soon, but we already know this: that the government elected to use private security guards, even though publicly funded options were available (for example, the police or Army Reserve); that the three companies it contracted the security to then sub-contracted out to other companies, which then contracted out further until some security guards were engaged via WhatsApp messages; that, notwithstanding reports in certain publications regarding security guards engaging in sex with guests, the first person infected was a hotel duty manager; that the infection spread from low-paid, insecure workers in one industry to low-paid, insecure workers in other industries, such as meatworks, aged care and factories. Eighty per cent of second-wave transmissions were happening in the workplace.
This was when the government script flipped from blaming “others” to “individuals.” Regardless of sentiments expressed at the daily press conferences, I’ve never felt we were “all in it together.” The quarantine outbreak and the infection chain that followed exposed deep systemic problems, but the key messaging at the press conferences was about “individual responsibility.” Sure, government directives on masks, restricting contact and movement, and getting tested even with the smallest of symptoms were prudent health policy. But when I heard that fines for “breaking curfew” – a government measure based purely on easier policing that had not been recommended by the Chief Health Officer or the Police Commissioner – had been worn disproportionately by Sudanese and Aboriginal people, or that residents in the locked-down commission towers and poorer, multicultural postcodes were forced to translate health directives for themselves with the assistance of NGOs, the sentiment of all being in it together seemed rather hollow. The towers were locked down with four hours’ notice and the “detention” measures were criticised in a scathing letter from the UN’s former special rapporteur on adequate housing.
What’s more, social media has been a particularly vicious place to “live” during lockdown. When I wasn’t seeing blatantly racist materials blaming Black Lives Matter for the second wave or comparing the premier to everyone from Mao to Hitler, I was setting my clock by the daily chants of #IStandWithDan as people reacted to criticism of the government from the right-wing press. An online cult of personality grew up around Andrews, with journalists demonised who directed tricky questions his way. When quality publications such as The Saturday Paper, The Guardian and The Age are publishing valid criticism and sections of the left on social media are treating it all as an affront requiring punishment of the journalists, I have real concerns for open and honest political dialogue.
COVID is going nowhere fast. The Andrews government knows this and has a plan leading to Victorians living a “COVID-normal” life. We’re in this until a vaccine is developed or the virus dies out, as SARS did – whatever comes first. In a recent opinion piece, Virginia Trioli put the question to the Victorian government: “Victorians have done our bit to suppress COVID. Premier, have you done yours?” She asked whether the Department of Health and Human Services had been bolstered, whether more contact tracers had been engaged, whether “infection protocols” had been strengthened and supported in high-risk areas such as hospitals, aged care and meatworks. I want to know all this too. The toll of the second wave on Victorians, particularly Melburnians, has been immense – economically, socially, physically, mentally and mortality-wise. We don’t want to end up here again.
Considering all this, the most striking takeaway from Murphy’s essay is that this tale of Australian political leadership is “to be continued.” For me it’s been an educational journey – I now know a lot more about a conservative prime minister in whom I’d previously shown little interest. I have indeed, at times, been surprised by his pragmatism and innovation while still gnashing my teeth at federal failures. Similarly, though, I have watched a much-admired Labor premier be punitive, fuel fear and division and be buffered in these problematic tactics by sections of the community who should know better. I want to be clear here: I am not saying I have not supported the Victorian leadership at times. I am saying that if we end up in this situation again and we do truly want to be “all in it together,” then we must be more critical and call for more accountability. We must be able to trust that our elected leaders, whether federal, state or in the form of a National Cabinet, are speaking to each other, that the various ministries collaborate and that they make the right decisions for the entire community, particularly supporting those who need help most. Simple hashtags deifying leadership while demonising reporters just ain’t going to cut it.
Celeste Liddle
THE END OF CERTAINTY
Correspondence
Katharine Murphy’s essay on Scott Morrison and pandemic politics is the first of likely many to explore how Australia’s government leaders have responded and continue to respond to the coronavirus pandemic and its associated impacts.
Her findings must be regarded as interim, with the long-term health, economic, social and international security consequences of this new viral foe yet to be fully demonstrated and understood.
Just as there is no recognised playbook for how to respond to this new pandemic, neither is there an agreed yardstick for measuring the success of the response. The most obvious questions to ask are:
Has Australia followed the best, most up-to-date scientific advice and evidence?
Has Australia done better than other, similar countries?
Have fewer people died in Australia than elsewhere?
Has the economy been less adversely affected?
There are factual answers to these questions; for example, a recently published analysis finds that if Australia had gone down the same path as England and Wales in March and April, there would have been 16,000 more deaths. In contrast to the United States, where First Nations people have been disproportionately affected by COVID-19, Indigenous Australians are significantly under-represented in the nation’s cases despite a higher-risk status.
These answers cast Australia in a positive light, but they must also be seen in the context of ethics and fairness:
What has been the impact on peoples’ trust in government and support for government decisions?
Have there been disproportionate impacts on some population groups?
Is there community empathy and support for those who have suffered the most?
Have government resources and taxpayers’ dollars been used effectively?
On balance, with the second wave of the pandemic seemingly under control but so many unknowns ahead, Australia has done well. Yes, there have been mistakes made, some of them serious and – in retrospect – unnecessary. The extent to which Morrison can claim credit for the positives and be blamed for the negatives is up for discussion.
As the essay points out, the pragmatic, rational, science-based approach of the prime minister and his advisers meant that Australia has not gone down the disastrous paths of the United States, the United Kingdom and parts of Europe. The early warning signals from these countries were duly noted and acted upon in ways that – for the most part – were timely, appropriate and encompassed the whole population.
Australia faced the epidemic with some inherent advantages, including high-functioning health-care and public health systems which, together with the health-care workforce, were capable of the needed expansion and flexibility to deal with the pandemic; the ability to close international borders; and community and government trust in an excellent national cadre of scientific and medical experts that generally meant a willingness to follow official advice and directives.
These were boosted by the nationwide, bipartisan approach from governments, the ready and free availability of testing and the necessary tracing and follow-up efforts, and, most particularly, the financial and employment supports that are essential corollaries of lockdown, business disruption and social isolation.
The essay’s findings make it clear that Morrison’s early leadership on the pandemic response was based as much on his need to atone for his failures during the bushfires as it was on his self-described “fixer” approach to governing. He established the National Cabinet arrangement as a way to project himself into the centre of crisis management and appear in control, although it also facilitated cooperative action and the best use of the available federal levers. And his concerns have always been more about the economic and market consequences of the pandemic than the costs to society and the emotional toll on individuals and communities.
However, the nation was the beneficiary of his ability to wrangle strong-minded premiers with their own agendas (at least this was the case early on), the willingness of all heads of government to listen to and act on the expert advice they received, and the fact that the conservative coalition Morrison leads was willing (at least temporarily) to change its political stance and deliver a “non-ideological conservative” financial response to the pandemic.
(As an aside, it’s interesting to speculate on the role of Treasury Secretary Steven Kennedy in the economic response. He was uniquely qualified for this advisory role, having been a nurse before he switched to economics and having conducted research on the economic impact of a pandemic.)
The hard work of government leaders and the health-care workforce and the sacrifices of working Australians and their families have brought us to what is hopefully the end of the second wave of the pandemic. Meanwhile the United States and the United Kingdom seem to be headed into a third wave, a situation aggravated by the arrival of winter and irrational leadership from President Donald Trump and Prime Minister Boris Johnson (leadership informed neither by science nor even by their own personal experiences of infection).
Most Australians look on askance. Surely some self-congratulations are in order? Perhaps, but as the coronavirus pandemic moves from an acute national disaster to a chronic policy dilemma, pre-existing problems remain and new ones loom. Morrison says he likes problem-solving – but now the problems are difficult and expensive, requiring long-term vision and sustained commitment.
As it has everywhere, the pandemic in this country has exposed the weaknesses in social welfare and health-care systems, and socio-economic inequalities, and threatened the inclusiveness of a multicultural society. Too many Australians and people resident in Australia have not received needed financial assistance, frontline workers have been deprived of necessary personal protective equipment and support for their physical and mental wellbeing, communication with culturally and linguistically diverse communities has been poor, and vulnerable people in aged and disability care have died because of failures of staffing and infection control. The burdens have been doubly imposed on those still reeling from the summer bushfires.
It seems Morrison now has little interest in understanding or addressing these issues. He is not the uniter-in-chief; there is no longer any attempt to convey a national unity approach from National Cabinet. He is happy to play state premiers off against each other and second-guess their decisions. The federal government refuses to accept responsibly for the aged-care catastrophe, and there is an almost punitive approach to certain population groups needing help.
Morrison has made a series of significant coronavirus funding announcements, but much of the funding is yet to flow where it is needed. Moreover, although the exigencies of the pandemic have highlighted new ways of working, educating and delivering health care, Morrison and his cabinet have shown no interest in promulgating reforms.
This is exemplified in the 2020–21 federal budget. With its focus squarely on the economy and jobs, this is not a reforming budget, it is not a “build back better” budget (to borrow from Jacinda Ardern and Joe Biden). Former treasury secretary Ken Henry was quoted as saying, “They’ve delivered a stimulus budget. Which is fine, but they haven’t delivered reform.”
There has undoubtedly been a significant financial commitment to addressing the immediate impact of the pandemic and rebuilding the economy – total emergency spending now amounts to $397 billion – but this is insufficient for the greater need. The JobSeeker coronavirus supplement has been extended to March – at a reduced rate – and beyond that may revert to a rate that makes paying for essentials such as food and medicine a struggle. Failure to properly subsidise child care affects the career prospects of many women. There is nothing to boost employment opportunities for older women.
There is nothing here to tackle the reforms in public health and health-care delivery, workforce and financing that will be so necessary to address the expected burdens of “long COVID” (the manifold, long-term consequences of the infection), the burgeoning rate of mental health disorders, and the mounting problems caused by delayed access to cancer screening, effective management of chronic conditions and growing waiting lists for elective surgery. Not to mention the preparations that should begin now for the next pandemic that will surely arrive.
The government chose not to react to the Productivity Commission’s report on its mental health inquiry (which it is yet to release) and the interim reports from the Royal Commission into Aged Care Quality and Safety. Reforms have been urgently needed in both these areas for decades and the pandemic has magnified this. There was nothing to tackle social housing needs and homelessness. At a time when the value of academic expertise, analysis and research is highlighted daily, Morrison and his cabinet have instituted changes to the university sector that will see thousands of jobs lost, teaching standards decline and funds for research dry up.
The coronavirus pandemic has brought the complexity of policy-making in the context of scientific uncertainty into sharp focus. Communication and decision-making in such exceptional times require courage, clear thinking, consultation and humility. The complexity cannot be made to disappear with a surfeit of confidence; neither is procrastination an option. Policy must change as new evidence and data are generated and the cases for such changes must be effectively made to all stakeholders.
On my analysis, based on Katharine Murphy’s excellent essay and Morrison’s subsequent actions, Morrison gets a pass grade for the initial months of the pandemic response, but he has failed to sustain this and has reverted to his true form – more partisan, more narrowly focused and much less visionary than the country needs or deserves.
Lesley Russell
THE END OF CERTAINTY
Correspondence
A crisis is always both a challenge and an opportunity: an opportunity not only for a leader to demonstrate capacity, but also for an astute observer to capture, as Katharine Murphy puts it, “a prime minister in flight, at a critical moment.” Since Murphy has become a go-to commentator on and analyst of contemporary politics, adept at illuminating individual qualities, it is an enticing proposition. I’ve always relished Murphy’s wonderful encapsulation of Peta Credlin as she departed mainstream politics, “refusing to shrink, rolling on, stoking her own mythology like a little sustaining campfire, owning a persona she invented for a purpose, refusing to defer.”
Her subject this time is Scott Morrison, about whom she has already written extensively. Will pandemic politics provide the summative moment in which she can now capture the Morrison persona, showing it to be “invented for a purpose,” and explain what it presages for meeting the crisis we confront?
First, the nature of the challenge. The essay title encourages one to accept the supposition that this is a moment of unprecedented uncertainty. While that is uncontested, it might also be said that the pandemic has laid bare the untenable costs of the risk society that has long been with us.
Over recent decades, both Coalition and Labor governments have progressively shifted risk from the state to individuals. They privatised public services where possible (for example, energy services), contracted out “client services” to private providers (witness JobSeeker and aged care), “marketised” higher education while diminishing public funding and withdrew support for social housing, to name a few instances. They relied on regulatory oversight rather than direct engagement to ensure the public good. Citizens were expected to be capable of informed decisions in a context where they had now to deal with commercial entities rather than accountable public institutions. Morrison and his colleagues have, until now, been fervent exponents of this paradigm.
Polls have shown for near twenty years how unhappy the public is with this process. Yet since the major parties were complicit in the transition, electoral options for change were limited. Now the pandemic has starkly exposed costs that were evident well before it arrived: inadequate regulation, the precariousness of gig employment, the sapping of consumer confidence in the face of wage stagnation as “markets” privilege profit and shareholder returns above workers, the disadvantaged being treated as problems demanding case management rather than as casualties of circumstances beyond their control, homelessness and, in Murphy’s words, “the terrible indignity of ageing, high levels of youth unemployment, the fragility of a world-class university sector.”
How did the Morrison Coalition government respond? It recognised that in most cases (apart from that of the universities), these costs could not, for the moment, be ignored. The vulnerable homeless are a threat to public health and must be housed. Unemployment (and casualisation) must be addressed by keeping people connected to the labour market lest the demand for benefits overwhelm the system. Business and unions must find common ground. Consumption had to be maintained, both to shore up businesses and to sustain aggregate demand. Private health providers must work with public hospitals. And many restraints on freedom of movement must be introduced to halt transmission of the virus.
The Coalition listened to health experts on flattening the curve of infection and, in adopting means to stabilise consumption and demand, responded to the advice of a public service of which it had long been sceptical. The government also realised the importance of national, cross-party teams by engaging with state leaders, sought to establish common purpose between business and unions – and avoided mimicking the approach of allies in the United States and the United Kingdom, whose management of the crisis has proved disastrous. In many respects, it reversed approaches thought integral to the Coalition DNA.
Many have commented on these remarkable changes, but Murphy is especially good at outlining the stages and timelines of development as seen by insiders, and by Morrison himself. Was it, then, a new beginning, driven by a pragmatic, “shape-shifting” leader who was growing in the job, capable of adapting to radical change and bringing his party with him? Murphy would like to think so: a recurrent theme in her argument is that of a leader learning from experience, of Morrison watching others and reading the room for what is needed, of a pragmatist who is “protean” and hard to get a fix on. “This guy,” she remarks, “can be anything he thinks he needs to be.” She leaves us with that image of mutability: “He hasn’t landed yet … He’s still journeying to the core of his own project.”
This is not entirely persuasive. One can read the evidence Murphy so usefully presents as confirming persistent elements of Morrison’s operational mode. The habit of giving away as little as possible, telling only what he wants to convey rather than engaging with an inquiry, was captured by many commentators, including Murphy, before the 2019 election. Here, she remarks that in agreeing to an interview, “Morrison’s objective is not to be understood … So don’t expect much sharing,” and refers to his preferred method of communicating via a circle of broadcasting “mates.”
It is an approach that accords with the carefully crafted ScoMo persona, the “daggy Dad” whose very ordinariness suggests that he understands your interests without having to go on about things. This too was a persona invented for a purpose. It served well to shield him from questions and to obscure the calculating politician in delivering the “Morrison Miracle” election victory of 2019. Now it implies the caring dad, responsible for the health of the nation. Of course, every politician wants to manage their image, but Morrison’s preoccupation with control, screening any intrusion, is what seems to make him hard to read. Yet there are telling indicators, which Murphy captures, even while resisting certain conclusions.
She demonstrates effectively that Morrison is a power politician, not a persuader, a man who “isn’t well liked in politics. He plays to win.” But then she remarks that it is hard to identify any abiding objectives, asking, “What hill would Scott Morrison die on?”
Unlike Murphy, but drawing on the evidence she presents, I suggest the answer is twofold: an artful connection of power politics with religious conviction. Morrison makes no secret of his faith, but implies it is private, not a political issue. One can accept, as Murphy does, that Morrison’s faith is significant. How, though, is one to reconcile his commitment to the teachings of Jesus with the lack of compassion in so many of the policies for which he has been responsible? Morrison would not be the first believer to consult his conscience about such quandaries, only to find that his political instincts were right (Alfred Deakin springs to mind). The particularity of his commitment, however, is key: he is, as a politician, consistently reading the room, but he is, as a believer, also “sizing up which side you are on,” with, as he expressed it in his maiden speech, recognition of “an unchanging and absolute standard of what is good and what is evil.”
If you are not “one of us,” therefore, expect no mercy: it is a recipe for reversion to partisan intensification. Further, this religious sensibility can accommodate the methods of the power politician without hypocrisy. The man who, to paraphrase pioneering political psychologist Harold Lasswell, steers by power chances, now has an added benefit: he has God on his side. He will die on a hill that he determines, after prayer, is “right.” But however he persuades himself and rationalises it for others, it will be about fighting to maintain power. It is not a matter of adherence to specific principles: he can dismiss the mantras of some colleagues as “boring, tired, tedious and claustrophobic,” and appear to be the fixer and project manager, pursuing “non-ideological conservatism,” but it may be a mistake to forget the ruthlessness incipient in such righteousness.
Morrison is not so deluded as to think he can do what is needed alone – this is the limitation on what Murphy calls “trying on the Trump suit.” He recognises he needs others: experts, public servants and, in current circumstances, the state leaders. Yet here, too, is a power chance – a deliberative mode that “makes the upper echelons of the government drill concepts into submission,” and the creation of a leadership team, in the National Cabinet, that dispensed with staff and officials, became more important for a time than his own cabinet, muzzled the more ideological voices inside the Coalition and rendered his Coalition partner, the National Party, “a total irrelevance.” Now, in the National Cabinet, which is expected to continue, he has a top-down instrument, largely free of parliamentary scrutiny and remote from officialdom. Surely this is an accentuation of executive power of which Murphy might have said more?
Of course, Morrison did not have it all his own way in negotiating with other strong leaders and dealing with the capacity of states prepared to go their own way. Yet circumstances allowed him continually to assert that he spoke for the nation, while others who would not comply were endangering the national interest. As tensions and disagreements accumulated, it was all too easy to revert to partisan targeting of supposed miscreants – such as Daniel Andrews (in which the Murdoch press provided him robust support). If, as Murphy suggests, he can be “anything he thinks he needs to be,” why was he not able to be a team builder when this was needed? Because he is not a persuader and has always played to win.
And so here we are again. The opportunities that so many saw as inherent in the crisis management of the pandemic to shift the national conversation away from the dead ends of the past decade, to address the untenable costs rendered so clear by its arrival, are in danger of being frittered away. The helping hand extended to the most disadvantaged has a sunset clause: social housing, for instance, will not be a priority; the gig economy will not be addressed. Tax cuts return to the top of the agenda, despite a majority of economists arguing that other forms of stimulus would be more effective. Tim Colebatch and Ross Gittins remark that the 2020 budget rejects the advice of economists in favour of boosting support to key Liberal Party constituencies: business and middle- to upper-middle-income earners. Culture wars are cranked up again as universities become a particular target for intervention and diminution. The public sector, so essential in managing the crisis, is again to be relegated: private-sector leadership is to be our salvation. The opportunity to encourage investment in renewables and storage in building a more reliable and cost-efficient energy sector is forsaken as gas-led recovery is mooted as integral to industrial revival and new infrastructure development. Peter Hartcher has commented: “After a couple of years of extraordinary short-term measures, the government, post-pandemic, plans to go back to essentially the same program it had pre-pandemic.”
Does Morrison look like a shape-shifter now, capable of forging a new way forward and carrying his party, and the country, with him? Or are we seeing a reversion to tribal habits, a default to familiar settings that were inadequate even before the crisis from which we are yet to emerge? It looks like the same ScoMo to me.
James Walter
THE END OF CERTAINTY
Correspondence
Katharine Murphy begins her essay by explaining that she wants to document what it has been like to be prime minister at a particular moment. She is doing this, she says, partly in order to record and analyse some extraordinary times, but also in order to capture a prime minister “in flight.” In the process, she reflects on the nature of pragmatic conservatism, modern leadership, the place of religion in democracy, and, ultimately, the end of certainty. These four ideas deserve to be unpacked a bit more because Murphy’s approach to each influences the way she captures this prime minister in flight. A different understanding of these ideas might lead to a somewhat different understanding of the way the prime minister flies.
Murphy understands that Morrison is a conservative leader, and that conservative leaders aim for a form of pragmatism in their policy-making. She advises that “it is helpful to think of Morrison as a project manager rather than the keeper of an ideological flame,” and that “he’s a doer – not a bard. He wants solutions, not seminars.” Morrison told her that JobKeeper and JobSeeker reforms were not about ideology, that “it wasn’t a leftie thing. It was the tool needed to do that job. That’s why it was done. There was no ideology behind it at all.” He is a “nuts-and-bolts political animal, heavy on the party research, light on the Edmund Burke.” Murphy concludes that:
his political philosophy is hard to pin down, because it is predominantly trouble-shooting. By instinct, as we have seen, Morrison is a power player and a populist, not a philosopher; a repairer of walls, not a writer of manifestos. If there’s consistency to be found, it’s this: Morrison looks for opportunity to show voters he’s practical.
As I explain in my book Abbott’s Right: The Conservative Tradition from Menzies to Abbott, Edmund Burke’s conservatives are not ideologically minded. Conservatives have a deep commitment to the shared values of their tradition. To say that they believe in pragmatism does not mean they leave no place for values in their decision-making. It is to say that they have a non-ideological approach to values. It is true that extraordinary circumstances can lead a conservative to rationalise “a cascade of what many regarded as centre-left policy responses” in a way that would be grossly problematic for an ideological liberal. Nothing in this, however, is incompatible with the conservatism of Edmund Burke. Although Burke was critical of the radical change that the French Revolution embodied, he was also critical of the reactionary policies of the ancien régime. The Burkean conservative is not afraid of being pragmatic about the kind of change that is required, providing that the policy solutions are proportionate and in keeping with the society’s shared values.
Murphy seems to conclude that Morrison’s conservatism is extreme pragmatism, rather than pragmatism based on shared values. It is hard to understand how this can be correct. She quotes at length from his maiden speech, in which he cites the shared values to which he is committed, including “loving-kindness, justice and righteousness, to act with compassion and kindness, acknowledging our common humanity, and to consider the welfare of others.” The question, then, is whether he has made pragmatic decisions consistent with these values, or whether he has betrayed them. This will require careful analysis because a pragmatic commitment to these shared values might manifest itself in extraordinary ways in extraordinary times.
Murphy also delights in contrasting Morrison with John Howard, who, she writes, “was both pragmatist and ideologue … But Howard had a clear political philosophy which manifested in a policy agenda.” Two points need to be kept in mind when thinking about Howard as an ideologue. Yes, he did embrace the ideological approach associated with the New Right, but Murphy cites John Kunkel’s observation “that Howard’s economic liberalism wasn’t pure.” At his best, Howard was pragmatic in what he borrowed from the liberal ideologues. Yes, he could be staunchly ideological, and, as Murphy points out, this culminated in his dying “on the hill of WorkChoices, losing his seat in the 2007 election.” It did not take conservatives long to concede, however, that this was far from his finest hour. As Tony Abbott explained in his analysis of the Liberal Party’s election loss, Howard had become too ideological about industrial relations. The conservative leader was at his best when he adopted a pragmatic, rather than an ideological, approach; when this changed, his political fortunes also changed.
Murphy asks towards the end of her essay, “Will his guiding light be the pragmatism that has been largely on show during the pandemic – a spirit of building and fortifying in the national interest – or will he revert to old, tribal habits if the level of adversity deepens?” That is a fair question. The difficulty is that as circumstances become less dire, it may be that the gap between what seems pragmatic to someone with Morrison’s values and what seems pragmatic to the “lefties” he eschews is likely to expand dramatically. The challenge will be for the fair-minded commentator to recognise that his decision-making might still be a product of pragmatism based on values. That said, as Murphy reminds us, the challenge for a genuinely conservative leader is to ensure that pragmatism based on shared values does not give way to the tribal habits that all too easily plague Australian politics.
There are some underlying issues in this essay concerning the nature of democratic leadership in Australia today. In particular, to what extent – and in what ways – should the leader’s private life become part of his or her public life? Murphy is convinced that working out what is going on in the private domain of a leader’s life is not just important for the political biographer, but also for the political commentator. She suggests that “there is nothing private about a man’s hope when the country he leads is suspended between two possibilities.” In particular, Murphy dwells on the relevance of Morrison’s religious adherence: “Believing in God,” she explains, “is a significant part of who Morrison is in his private domain.” She wants to investigate the significance of this part of his private life for his public life, but she discovers that “he won’t go there.” Although he admits to her that “Faith is enormously important to me,” he is reluctant to elaborate, telling her only that “I’m uneasy. It always becomes an issue if I talk about it. It is such a personal thing, and no matter how I explain it, it will be misinterpreted.”
She notes that in a major speech before the last election, Morrison “promised voters he would ‘burn for you every day’ if he won the election.” Murphy was at the National Press Club when he said this, and reports that “the declaration felt intense.” She goes on to explain, however, “In the room, it jarred.” She could tell that it was sincere, and that Morrison knew it would resonate with those around the country who understood that “the phrase is invoked in Morrison’s religious tradition to signify dedication to a cause.” Here is the disconnect between the way that religiously inspired language is received in the National Press Club and in sections of the wider Australian community.
Murphy’s essay prompted me to acknowledge another problem. How does an increasingly non-religious Australian population – and commentariat – understand a democratic leader who remains committed to some form of religious conscience? It seems that some commentators had difficulty with the possibility of Tony Abbott’s commitment to the Catholic Church intruding into his public life, and yet a different difficulty arises when Scott Morrison declines to discuss the role of his Pentecostal faith in his public life. Democratic leaders will need to engage more seriously with the nature of religious commitment as they, along with Australian society, become less religious.
Murphy introduces the concept of uncertainty at the end of the essay when she asks, “Can we go on being stoic when anxiety and uncertainty has no end date? Do we have the collective fortitude to live in uncertainty without turning on each other, without hunting scapegoats?” The end of certainty is more than a passing reference in this essay; Murphy chooses it for her title. In the context of Australian political commentary, this title references Paul Kelly’s monumental tome of the same name.
As Kelly points out, political leadership in the 1980s saw Bob Hawke and Paul Keating embrace policies that would have been anathema to Labor politicians for generations. It also involved John Howard leading an opposition that supported the dismantling of Australian Settlement policies. The uncertainty in 2020 is not the same as the uncertainty of the 1980s, but it is wise to remember that coping with uncertainty – indeed the seeming end of certainty – is a constant in politics. That does not diminish the crisis of the moment that Murphy captures, but it does help us to gain some perspective on it.
Murphy concludes that “it’s hard to get a fix on” Scott Morrison and admits that she finds him “confounding in a number of respects.” Morrison may well be confounding, but part of Murphy’s uncertainty might have to do with the categories she recruits in her political commentary. Conservative leaders have a particular understanding of pragmatism based on shared values, the nature of leadership, and the relationship between religion and public life. Scott Morrison’s prime ministership may or may not exemplify the best of conservative leadership in public life, and it is right that political commentators should scrutinise it. It is also right, however, that progressive commentators should understand the conservative approach to public life before making judgments about the success of conservative leaders, or the desirability of conservative leadership in public life at all.
Damien Freeman
THE END OF CERTAINTY
Correspondence
In calling her Quarterly Essay The End of Certainty, Katharine Murphy gives a knowing nod to Paul Kelly’s identically titled classic of Australian political journalism, first published in 1992. It’s an odd choice. Kelly was referring to the era-defining destruction of the “Australian Settlement” that had determined Australian policy settings since Federation: White Australia, industry protection, wage arbitration, state paternalism and imperial benevolence. By contrast, I don’t think anyone could argue that the upheaval brought on by the coronavirus pandemic, devastating though it has been, brings to an end any kind of certainty. The story of the past decade of Australian politics has been one of near-constant crisis and uncertainty, illustrated most obviously by our extraordinary prime ministerial churn, but also evident in the precariousness of many Australians’ lives long before the onset of COVID-19.
So the title felt like a misnomer, but as I read the essay I kept being reminded of Kelly, in the sense of Judith Brett’s memorable description in Quarterly Essay 78: “Australia’s very own Vicar of Bray … never far from the orthodoxies of the powerful.” Because although Murphy strains to demonstrate her bona fides as a watchful political analyst, what struck me most about the essay was its willingness to uncritically absorb Scott Morrison’s spin about his pragmatic, non-ideological approach to the present crisis. This stems, we are told, from his experience as a party director more interested in solving problems than – in the vein of his mentor John Howard – changing the country to align with his political philosophy:
Morrison doesn’t rhapsodise about “reform.” At his core, he’s a populist, and a fixer, not an ideologue. He finds shibboleths, the core philosophical mantras of some of his centre-right predecessors and contemporary colleagues, boring, tired, tedious, claustrophobic. Party directors are project managers, and it is helpful to think of Morrison as a project manager rather than the keeper of an ideological flame.
Coincidentally, Paul Kelly repeatedly asserted a similar view of Morrison and his government in The Australian before and after October’s delayed federal budget (and based on background interviews with Morrison and Josh Frydenberg): “It will be a budget of pragmatism, not ideology” (23 September); “It is about results and outcomes, not ideological theory or rhetorical inspiration” (26 September); “This budget is the culminating event of the new Liberal order under Morrison-Frydenberg concord and pragmatism” (10 October). When Murphy writes that “Morrison’s conservatism is extreme pragmatism in defence of what he regards as the core of the nation,” the power-worshipping banality of the press gallery doyen comes easily to mind.
All of this might have come across as defensible, if unedifying, insider journalism, but for the fact that it is so evidently untrue. As numerous alert journalists and commentators have noted, Morrison is a deeply ideological political operator leading a deeply ideological government. This is not only the view of Morrison’s opponents on the left. “If anything,” a senior government source told Laura Tingle following the Coalition’s surprise election victory in 2019, “this government is more ideologically driven than Abbott. They want to win the culture wars they see in education, in the public service, in all of our institutions … They believe the left has been winning the war for the last twenty years and are determined to turn the tables.”
Prophetic as that warning has proven, Murphy seems unconvinced, and more intent on blaming the government’s ideological flourishes on its fringe elements, painting Morrison as an innocent victim of their escapades. The man who taunted Labor by smugly brandishing a lump of coal in parliament “couldn’t talk about the root cause of the [bushfire] disaster, climate change, because that’s quicksand, and the only chance he has of crafting a medium-term solution on that issue is not to talk about it.” Apparently Tony Abbott and co. somehow forced climate denial upon the Coalition against its (and Morrison’s) will. Meanwhile, universities were deliberately excluded from the JobKeeper scheme because of “a view within some quarters of the Coalition that universities are factories of left-wing thought” (my emphasis).
Does anyone seriously believe that these are minority views within the government? They are closer to unimpeachable pillars of Liberal faith. Denial has been the dominant Liberal approach to climate change since the 1990s, i.e. Scott Morrison’s entire career in backroom and parliamentary politics. Does he really deserve to be absolved of blame, or given the benefit of the doubt? Australian universities are presently facing an unprecedented crisis that threatens their very existence, and the Morrison government has not only refused to help, it has inflicted further damage by passing legislation designed to make the humanities and social science degrees it despises unaffordable to the vast majority of potential students. Is this kind of political vandalism just the work of the right-wing fringe, or vindictive and deliberate policy coming from the top?
According to Murphy, Morrison’s political missteps are the fault of the right-wing crazies, but when things are going well, such as when the formation of the National Cabinet leads to bipartisan, federal–state cooperation, it is because he is able to “muzzle the more ideological voices inside the Coalition.” The false narrative that Murphy has internalised is that Morrison is a more effective version of Malcolm Turnbull, leading a centrist government while managing its reactionary internal pests. The more miserable truth is that, despite the failure of the Dutton putsch in 2018 and the decline of the National Party, the hard right (inclusive of the prime minister) remains in control of the Coalition.
Murphy wants to believe that the pandemic and the government’s attendant policy decisions have caused a tectonic shift in Australian politics, whereby government spending will no longer be a dirty concept and the culture wars are relegated to an irrelevant sideshow. She fails to see the wood for the trees. The Morrison government had little choice but to spend big to alleviate the economic harm caused by COVID-19, but, as Richard Cooke observed in The Monthly in August, the spending will be “a down payment on future austerity budgets” and the Coalition’s ideological and institutional enemies will bear the brunt of the pain. No amount of spin about the prime minister’s innate pragmatism can hide these truths.
Dominic Kelly
THE END OF CERTAINTY
Correspondence
I can see why something that was originally intended to be a profile of Scott Morrison evolved into a larger meditation on the politics of the pandemic – there is not enough of Morrison that can be pinned down on paper.
Seeing how a crisis of this scale affects politics – and individual politicians – has been fascinating, and Katharine Murphy’s essay is a vivid dissection of the people at the core of our country’s response. What it revealed, or rather didn’t reveal, about the man at the top made me feel uncomfortable and worried.
In a crisis, things are thrown into sharp relief. All that is unnecessary is (or at least should be) stripped away as we focus on what matters. As individuals living in Australia, we have evaluated what we can sacrifice for the good of the country. Social lives. Hobbies. Seeing family. Many businesses have been forced to let go of the notion that physical presence is a vital element of commitment to a job. Maybe working from home isn’t a last resort. Perhaps that meeting could actually be an email. And in politics, as Murphy’s essay explores, are we finally seeing petty issues and partisanship put aside for the greater good?
In some cases, sure. The unusual partnerships brought out by the earliest stages of the pandemic did, fleetingly, provide a glimpse of this. But the deeper problem is that, for many, the business of politics is simply to stay in politics. The picture painted, from the few brushstrokes our PM would allow, is of a transactional man – a description of his own choosing – who is motivated by his own career.
For me, in an ideal world politics would be a-partisan. But I realise this is fundamentally impossible. And so, in the real world, the separation of parties should be by ideology, with individuals willing to let go of their own needs for the bigger goals they are working towards.
This does not describe Scott Morrison. The essay asks what hill Morrison would die on, and, reading between the lines, the answer seems clear: his own.
The theme of who is useful to Morrison comes up again and again. Not useful to the country. Not even to the party. To the individual. “I wasn’t useful to him, so I wasn’t a person he cultivated,” Murphy writes.
Murphy’s assessment of how Morrison’s failures in the bushfires shaped his pandemic response was particularly interesting. Is he doing better now because he wants to do the right thing and be a stronger leader, or is it because he simply wants to be re-elected? The fact that this is a question at all is concerning. No matter how much someone says they are putting aside politics for the greater good, if we don’t know what their definition of the greater good is, what it is they are working for, that is a problem.
I don’t want an ideologue who can’t shift their views or actions for the greater good, but I think it is equally or even more dangerous to have someone so motivated by the trajectory of their own career. Can you truly act in the civic interest and make hard decisions if you have an eye on the polls at all times? No.
We’ve seen this in Morrison refusing to talk about climate change in the context of the Black Summer bushfires. We’ve seen it in the groups excluded from financial support during the pandemic. And we’ve seen it in cutting back JobKeeper when it is still needed, because a conservative government will always want to appeal to its conservative voters – in order to stay in power. Bigger, harder decisions will never be made, and necessary conversations will continue to be put off when politicians are driven by re-election.
The essay says Morrison is a populist. Watching him from Melbourne, I notice he is quick to swoop in and bask in reflected success, and he is equally fast to condemn when it might curry favour. He swiftly raked Australia Post over the coals for behaviour that, if engaged in by someone useful to him, might have seen him ringing the police commissioner for support. What is his underlying ideology or ethical drive beyond what is good for him as an individual?
Motivation matters. And with Morrison it feels that when push comes to shove, he will swing whichever way will best serve his political longevity or ultimate career goals. In a crisis this is terrifying.
Government can’t be apolitical but we do need to know what we are getting, particularly from someone in the top job. When we have a prime minister who is primarily motivated by their own political survival, that will inevitably compromise their approach, make them fickle in the worst of ways.
As well as offering a glimpse of what could be, Australia’s handling of the pandemic, despite the many successes, has actually revealed a deeper problem: with Morrison, there has never been any certainty – just the prioritising of image over action and long-term consequence.
Elizabeth Flux
THE END OF CERTAINTY
Correspondence
To those of us fortunate enough to have had a ringside seat to the unfolding of some of the most dramatic events in contemporary political history, Katharine Murphy’s essay The End of Certainty should come with a warning. Kath’s documentation of those initial days and weeks of chaos, during which the government struggled to find the bottom of the crisis while the rest of us hung on for the ride, is not only an important and compelling piece of work, it is also mildly trauma-inducing. At least to this writer.
There were days that seemed surreal. Still do. Such as 19 March, on which, as Murphy recollects, the government dropped its longstanding aversion to increasing the unemployment benefit and doubled it, just like that. Qantas was grounded and laid off thousands of employees, the dollar fell to near or below US$0.50, the Reserve Bank of Australia cut what was left of interest rates and trundled out more than $100 billion in cheap credit just to keep the banks lending – all by mid afternoon. Later that day, the government announced almost $1 billion to bolster staffing levels at aged-care facilities in anticipation of the virus taking hold among the elderly.
In my front-page story for The Australian Financial Review, which attempted to hoover up all that had occurred and contextualise it, that near-$1 billion was the last paragraph of a 1000-word news report. Such was the magnitude of events that day. And there were many others just as insane.
Only weeks before, the government had been nickel-and-diming every single spending decision, even those worth a few hundred thousand dollars, as part of its pre-coronavirus intention to return the budget to surplus. That surplus, of course, never eventuated. Scott Morrison, Josh Frydenberg and the government, along with the states, did what needed to be done to avert a national health crisis and to soften the blow of crippling economic shutdowns.
It was as though Morrison was made for the moment – and it is this that Kath so expertly captures. In his relatively short time in federal politics, Morrison has been the true fixer. In an audacious interview with Sky News some years ago, Christopher Pyne ascribed that title to himself as he tried to extricate himself from a policy mess of his own creation. We all laughed.
Morrison entered the parliament in 2007, when Kevin Rudd beat John Howard, and he became a minister in 2013, when Tony Abbott took back power from Labor. As a minister, Morrison cultivated a reputation as someone who was not particularly idealistic, but rather the sort of fellow you point at a problem, turn the key in his back and tell him to go fix it. In this vein, he “stopped the boats” and then, as social security minister, fixed up the pension policy mess that Abbott had bequeathed through the disastrous 2014 federal budget and its planned cuts. As treasurer, Morrison established the discipline to return the budget to surplus. His predecessors had each kept pushing back the target date for surplus, so he drew a line and decreed it would be 2019–20. He didn’t quite get there, but a balance was achieved.
When Malcolm Turnbull fell, Morrison came up the middle and took the top job. Even though he did so by outplaying those on both sides of the coup, he still brought a sense of the fixer to the problem. The Liberal Party had been tearing itself apart for a decade due to the feud between Turnbull and Abbott, which Morrison derided as the “Muppet Show.”
“Many years ago, I can recall,” Morrison said, “I was listening to a presentation from General Norman Schwarzkopf, and he said this: ‘When placed in command, take charge.’” And so he did. And furthermore, he did not discourage the departure of the foot soldiers of that era, among them Pyne and Julie Bishop. It was an exercise in cleansing the party of the internal rancour which had held it back for so long. He also showed he was not to be underrated, by friend or foe. As a colleague once perfectly observed, Morrison would follow you into a revolving door and exit ahead of you and you’d have no idea how it happened.
Before the coronavirus pandemic, Morrison and his government were facing criticism for lacking an agenda – with some justification, given it was, after all, a third-term government. Other than being determined to steer the economy back to surplus, it was hardly bristling with ideas. This was exacerbated by Morrison not being particularly visionary. No one has ever accused him of being a policy wonk.
When the pandemic struck, all that criticism went out the window. It was a situation that needed a fixer, and a bloody good one. Of course, not everything went to plan. If the government had its time again, it would do some things differently, such as unveil a wage subsidy before doubling the dole, thus preventing those catastrophic and morale-destroying queues outside Centrelink. But by and large, and certainly in terms relative to the rest of the world, we have been pretty well served over the past six months. Moreover, it was a crisis that needed a pragmatist, not an ideologue. This is where The End of Certainty is a must-read for anyone who thinks they have a handle on our prime minister.
We have all observed and written about how Morrison is a pragmatist much in the mould of John Howard – which, from the perspective of his opponents, makes him difficult to corral. I clearly remember an exasperated Opposition leader Kim Beazley, after being outfoxed by Howard on something or other, exclaiming that trying to best Howard was akin to “trying to catch a fruit bat by the tail.” Morrison is, as Kath details, ruthlessly transactional and just as pragmatic as Howard, but even less of an ideologue. Howard could backflip as well as the next guy but he had his shibboleths, namely tax reform and industrial relations.
“I’m a problem-solver,” Morrison told Kath, before amending a principle often espoused by Peter Costello: “They say good policy is good politics. Well, actually, good problem-solving is even better. That is what I mean by suspending ideology – you’ve got to find the right answer.” When Morrison and ministers were shovelling hundreds of billions out the door in assistance, stimulus and loans, Morrison cautioned us not to confuse such actions with an ideological shift. “Why did I do JobKeeper and JobSeeker? Because the security of the country was under threat. I wasn’t setting up for some long-term welfare program.” But he showed he will do whatever is necessary, as required.
Between the writing of Kath’s essay and the writing of this response, Morrison handed down a recovery budget festooned with Labor policies. It was an updated and refined version of Paul Keating’s 1992 One Nation blueprint designed to bust the recession. The key flaw with Keating’s offering was that it was too late. Aside from that, Morrison and Frydenberg pretty much aped it – tax cuts to boost aggregate demand, wage subsidies to encourage hiring the unemployed, skills and training incentives, and, still to come, industrial relations flexibility (but nothing even approaching WorkChoices).
If he had wanted to embrace ideology, Morrison could have opted for company-tax cuts instead of the $27 billion investment allowance, which enables businesses to write off the full value of an asset in a bid to get them spending. This was a policy similar to that Labor took to the last election. Similarly, the budget brought forward the stage-two tax cuts Labor supports, but not the more generous and expensive stage-three cuts Labor does not support. Morrison took the path of least resistance in the budget. His aim was to fix the problem, not create intractable Senate battles over tax policy. Morrison even brought the ACTU into the tent to help with both crisis management and IR policy reform. It is understood Howard thought this a bridge too far. Morrison is – at the other end of the spectrum – the antithesis of Abbott, who always believed a fight was better than a fix.
As we emerge from the crisis and walk the long road to fixing the economic mess, Kath poses the fundamental question, which is the crux of her piece: “The economic recovery required after COVID will define a Morrison project, events will demand that. But going in, it is difficult to identify Morrison’s abiding objectives in public life. What hill would Scott Morrison die on? Howard died on the hill of WorkChoices, losing his seat at the 2007 election.”
It is a brilliantly clarifying question, and it must be one that Anthony Albanese and Labor are pondering. They thought they had Morrison pinned after his ham-fisted handling of the bushfires. But Morrison used the coronavirus to show he had learned. He did what he didn’t do during the fires: listened to the experts and acted decisively and pre-emptively.
In as little as a year, he will be seeking for the Coalition a fourth term in office. But Morrison gives the impression of just getting started.
Phillip Coorey
THE END OF CERTAINTY
Correspondence
Pollsters and journalists weren’t the only ones caught unawares last May. So were publishers. Nothing on Morrison hit the market before or after his miracle victory. No biographies charting his rise and, it must be said, no Quarterly Essay exploring his character. We didn’t bother. It wasn’t just that Morrison seemed destined to lose. There was something else, something we mistakenly thought would underwrite his loss: he wasn’t interesting.
We knew enough about Morrison the man not to want to know more – the sackings, the happy clapper faith, the ugly scramble through the ranks to snatch preselection, his ambiguous role in the slaughter of Turnbull. But there wasn’t much curiosity to know more. So despite the return of the Coalition government there was nothing in the shops from Allen & Unwin or Scribe or Black Inc. The verdict of the publishing trade was: adios.
His win was interesting. We’ve been picking over the victory ever since to see what it tells us about this country and its politics. But few would venture to find reasons for the Coalition’s success in the character of Scott Morrison or his avatar ScoMo. This was a victory owed to technique not character. His win was fascinating but Morrison has remained stubbornly dull until now.
To Katharine Murphy are due the thanks of a grateful nation for producing a fascinating study of such an unrewarding subject. I’ve not read anything about Morrison so attentive, respectful and revealing. That she is left in the end quoting Gertrude Stein – “There is no there there” – is not an admission of defeat but a conclusion loaded with meaning.
She doesn’t slam it down on the table. The Murphy technique is to take us with her as she thinks things through. We judge as we follow. She builds trust. She has a way – it’s her tone – of reminding us that beyond the Canberra wrangling is a plain question that always matters: is all this decent?
Her portrait of Morrison is of a not-indecent machine man learning on the job to be prime minister. That takes time. It’s assumed that prime ministers know what they’re doing from day one. The truth is, the only place to learn that job is on the job. Kevin Rudd once told me it takes a term. He didn’t get it. Nor did Gillard or Abbott or Turnbull. This one will at least have time.
He can learn. I remember the horrible press conferences he held as Minister for Immigration to beat up on the invasion of Australia by criminal hordes of asylum seekers. Beside him as a most uncomfortable piece of set decoration was General Angus Campbell. Neither man answered a single question that mattered.
What remains with me most vividly from that time was Morrison’s smile as he refused to play ball. A smile is a valuable thing in politics; a good, easy smile is a vote-winner. But as he wouldn’t say how many boats had been caught or how many refugees had drowned on the way, Morrison’s smile was a little smile of victory: I’m not telling and you can’t make me. It said: fuck off.
He can’t do that in the pandemic and Murphy’s account of how he has come to understand the need to be more inclusive, more informative is a fascinating case study of a man growing in the job. He is likely to be with us for some time, the first prime minister since John Howard to serve a few terms.
So we need to understand this man more, perhaps, than we have any of his recent predecessors. We will come back and back to Murphy’s superb account of a politician with no back story, an advertising guy who doesn’t believe in persuasion, a scrapper who can vanish at a moment’s notice, and a deep blue conservative with no ideology.
There and not there.
After reporting a few prime ministers over the years, I’d add that Morrison is the best of them at not answering questions. That great professional John Howard was, of course, a superb non-answerer. But even he didn’t bring to the job the panache that Morrison displays when in top form.
The problem we face living with this oddly durable leader is that we have already lost so much of our capacity to compel answers from our politicians. The news cycle rolls on, leaving lies and rubble in its wake. In a highly partisan political world, too few of us are willing to call out dishonesty, incompetence and sheer indecency wherever it lies. It’s why, more than ever, we need Katharine Murphy and Quarterly Essays.
David Marr
THE COAL CURSE
Response to Correspondence
In late May, when my Quarterly Essay was at the printers, Rio Tinto blew up the Juukan Gorge in the Pilbara, destroying two sites sacred to the Indigenous owners and which held evidence of at least 46,000 years of human occupation. Outrage was immediate. Rio Tinto protested that it had received permission for the blast in 2013, under Western Australia’s 1972 Aboriginal Heritage Act, and that it had consulted with the traditional owners, the Puutu Kunti Kurrama and Pinikura (PKKP) people. Just days before the explosives were detonated, lawyers for the traditional owners had contacted the federal minister for Indigenous affairs to ask the federal government to intervene. Rio Tinto immediately issued an apology, accompanied by a reminder of just how important it was to Australia’s prosperity: “The mining industry supports all Australians by providing jobs, supporting small business, and paying taxes and royalties.”
The exact course of events is currently being investigated by the Senate’s Joint Standing Committee on Northern Australia, and Rio Tinto is suffering deserved reputational damage. Likely there will be changes to Western Australia’s heritage legislation, and mining companies will be more careful in their consultations, but there will be no fundamental shift in the power imbalance between Indigenous owners and miners, nor between Indigenous understandings of the land as sentient and imbued with ancestral power and settler capitalism’s view of it as a resource for economic exploitation.
The focus on the protection of heritage and sacred sites distracts from the fundamental incompatibility of these two understandings of the land. Speaking on behalf of another group of Pilbara traditional owners, the Wintawari Guruma Aboriginal Corporation, Dr Kathryn Przywolnik told the Senate inquiry, “Within two generations, Eastern Guruma people have seen their country change from a remote place teeming with wildlife, fresh water and unbroken sacred narratives that networked through the Pilbara, to a heavily industrialised mining hub, now dissected by railways, dry and devoid of animals.” Ring-fencing sacred sites won’t restore the Eastern Guruma people’s country.
In his final report for the Aboriginal Land Rights Commission in April 1974, Mr Justice Woodward said: “I believe that to deny Aborigines the right to prevent mining on their land is to deny the reality of their land rights.” Woodward’s belief was captured in the Northern Territory land rights legislation, which gave Indigenous land-rights holders the right to free and informed consent to mining on their land, but, as I discussed in The Coal Curse, the mining lobby was successful in preventing requirement for such consent in other land rights legislation and in the 1993 Native Title Act.
The inquiry also heard from Dr Przywolnik that land marked for mining is dotted with rock shelters, camping sites, and painted and engraved rocks, as one would expect of an area occupied by humans for millennia. Many features have already been destroyed and many are in the path of planned expansions. With Australian export income more dependent than ever on iron ore, stronger ring-fencing is the best Indigenous owners can expect.
As mining positions itself as crucial to Australia’s post-pandemic economic future, the pressure from the fossil-fuel lobby is unrelenting. Santos’s Narrabri gas mine is on the cusp of being approved despite strong community opposition, and the taskforce on manufacturing set up by the federal government’s handpicked National COVID-19 Coordination Commission is urging the government to support a dramatic expansion of gas supply, with tax incentives and financial support for new projects. This is only necessary, remember, because so much of our domestically produced gas is needed to fill export contracts. This gas, the taskforce argues, will sustain and expand Australian manufacturing. The taskforce seems not to have considered the possibilities of rebuilding with renewable energy, despite the plans put forward by the Grattan Institute, the Greens, Beyond Zero Emissions and the Climate Council. The Australian Workers’ Union is calling for the Queensland government to approve the expansion of the New Acland coalmine in the Darling Downs, as is the resources minister, Keith Pitt, and Labor’s shadow resources minister, Joel Fitzgibbon. With the economy in freefall, the arguments are all about jobs, of course, and the need to reduce the green tape which, it is argued, hampers investment and development. The zero-sum game between the environment and the economy is still hardwired into the thinking of many Australians.
But, as Tim Buckley makes clear, there are strong counter-forces at work in the speed and scale of divestment from fossil fuels, partly driven by climate activists and partly by declining profitability as the price of renewable energy falls. The share market’s judgment on coal is grim, with the Dow Jones US coal index down 92 per cent from its peak in May 2018. Gas is holding up better, but still faces strong headwinds. Buckley’s colleague at the Institute for Energy Economics and Financial Analysis Bruce Robertson reports that major gas companies are losing money. Of the COVID-19 Commission’s enthusiasm for government support for gas, he says, “Governments are not meant to back winners, but they’re certainly not meant to back losers.”
Neoliberalism rejected the social democratic faith that governments should and could intervene in markets to produce desired social outcomes. When pressure from climate activists started, neoliberals believed that emissions reductions could only be achieved through top-down government intervention. Anna Rose writes that after spending time with Nick Minchin, who was instrumental in blowing up Malcolm Turnbull’s leadership of the Opposition and its support for Kevin Rudd’s emissions-trading scheme, she realised that his climate denialism was linked to his neoliberal belief in free markets and small government. Ironically, in Australia it is now the free market that is driving change, as householders install rooftop solar, businesses look to future risks and gifted entrepreneurs like Mike Cannon-Brookes and Sanjeev Gupta invest in ambitious renewable energy projects. Were we in an authoritarian state run by fossil-fuel tsars, this would not be happening.
Under Morrison, the Coalition government has been much less hostile to renewable energy than it was under Abbott. For example, it has just granted major project status to the Sun Cable project, which would export renewable energy to Singapore via undersea cable from a massive solar farm in the Northern Territory. This is the sort of project Ross Garnaut argued for in Superpower, in which the export of renewable energy replaces the export of fossil fuels.
Even so, the federal government still has no national energy policy, despite widespread stakeholder support for some form of emissions-trading scheme. And although quiet for now, the Coalition’s climate deniers have not gone away. Rose’s argument that climate activists need to target conservative groups and focus on shifting the Coalition is shrewd. The Coalition is in government, time is running out, and the policies it introduces are more likely to stick. As we have seen in the past wasted decade, the Coalition has deep reserves of self-righteous anger always to hand to attack Labor and the Greens, as well as the willingness to destroy good policy for purely political ends. A similar argument can be made about the government’s massive spending to support people and businesses through the lockdowns. If Labor were in government, would the Coalition be supportive, or would it revert to its customary attack on Labor as the irresponsible party of tax and spend?
Zoe Whitton writes eloquently about the visceral emotional attachment of Queenslanders to mining, which makes it difficult for many to think rationally about the industry’s threatened future. Like Buckley, she believes that an unstoppable technological revolution is underway and that the days of fossil-fuel extraction are limited, whatever our governments do. Although innovation in renewable energy began from the need to drive down emissions, it now has a financial momentum as it out-competes coal, and this is exposing structural weaknesses in Australia’s poorly diversified economy. As Stephen Bell says, these were masked by the prosperity of the mining boom.
Most days I scan the business pages of the major dailies for stories about coal, gas and renewable energy. Depending on what I read, my mood swings between optimism and fatalistic pessimism. In the end, though, I am optimistic, putting my faith in the momentum of technology and the self-interest of business to drag the men of yesterday who believe they run Australia into a cleaner, more sustainable future.
Judith Brett
THE COAL CURSE
Correspondence
History is not valued very highly in the disciplines of law I’ve practised in (criminal and mental health). What matters there is legislation, evidence (of individual culpability) and precedent, which is about as far as the discipline reaches into the past, though precedent is used less as “history” than as a kind of regulation or restraint on present thought. The historian in me is forever confounded by what I (and many others) see as criminal law’s blinkered approach to offending behaviour –which, it insists, is best conceived of as individuals making bad choices in a sociocultural vacuum in which other disciplines of Western knowledge – sociology, psychology, economics or, indeed, history – have little of value to add. This blinkered worldview allows criminal law to function as a tool of real oppression in certain communities of socioeconomic disadvantage, and especially in Aboriginal communities, because criminal law studiously ignores what it doesn’t want to see. This is a privilege common to many Western disciplines, though not, if they’re done properly, to the arts (including history).
I’ve also learnt, through brief exposures to the federal and Victorian parliaments, that history is not valued much more highly in the practice of politics. What matters to politicians is power: how to win it, retain it, use it. This creates a tension for both reformers and defenders of the status quo, for whom power is a means to an end. If history has value in power politics, it’s unsurprisingly an instrumental value, as evident in appeals to certain historicised narratives or claims to historically rooted identities or traditions. In The Coal Curse, Judith Brett shows us how successful such appeals have been when they’ve been made by those with an interest in mining Australia’s coal and gas deposits.
For those of us who – unlike practically all Australia’s most senior political leaders at Commonwealth, state and territory level – believe that Australia’s future lies not in coal but beyond it, is history helpful? This is a political question – what is to be done, and how? – so the framing is already instrumental. Could a loose collective of “post-coal” activists make historically situated appeals to identity and values and culture and nation in a way that rivals and overcomes the mining lobby? Progressives in Australia have been notoriously bad at this kind of “cultural politics of nation” since they realised about fifty years ago that the “radical nationalist” politics they’d been prosecuting had relied on highly racialised (white), gendered (masculine) and settler-colonial assumptions about Australian identity, as expressed in what was known as the Australian Legend. Humphrey McQueen’s A New Britannia, which did as much as anything to demythologise the Legend for the Left, turns fifty this year, but that politics hasn’t gone away. As Brett herself once wrote, John Howard “raided the Australian Legend for the Liberal Party.” Having long foregone this symbol of white Australia’s past, progressives now tend to appeal to more cosmopolitan identities, or to reason. But the political culture of Canberra and the mainstream commercial media – that with power to make change, or not – isn’t much taken with reason these days, as Brett demonstrates.
Perhaps history’s value is in reminding us of the possibility that it could all disappear. For humans, the worst case for global warming involves the collapse of economic and social systems, or – worst of all – the environmental systems that support human life. Empires and civilisations have collapsed before. Climactic change is often implicated. What is impossible to know – what history doesn’t tell us – is what individuals and communities were doing while structures were failing around them. I suspect much the same as we do in recessions: getting on with things until we can’t. Although there is much that might be attempted now to find alternative ways of living that don’t rely on feeding our economic system’s insatiable demand for energy, most of us need to pay the bills. So we go on, getting and spending.
History reminds us that the coal lobby wasn’t always in charge (which makes it possible to imagine a time when it won’t be again), that earlier lobbies (pastoral, industrial) eventually collapsed, that temperatures have warmed in ways that were predicted, that the deposits being sold off to create billionaires are extracted from stolen land and exploited communities. This is the function of Brett’s essay. But who reads this kind of history? Mostly, people who already agree that coal is causing environmental devastation and that the coal lobby is far too powerful. And almost certainly not those who have drunk the Coal-Aid, unless their aim is to lampoon it and its author, as the Murdoch stable is wont to do. This is the crisis of Australia’s intellectual life: the apparent impossibility of generating a constructive, rational dialogue about anything in general, and about coal in particular. Some historians will remind me that this remark is hopelessly naive, that power politics are as old as humanity and that it was ever thus.
Perhaps constructive, rational dialogue has always been a democratic myth. Other schools of political thought, with instructors ranging from Machiavelli to Foucault, identify the key concept as power. The content of reasoned debate matters less than the power to frame what is reasonable. But the history of reform does allow a place for reason, as informed by ethics, imagination, intuition, memory and common sense. It could be said that reform depends on reason. Social reforms, such as the civil rights movements for women, people of colour and LGBTIQ+ people, have succeeded in part by explaining to heterosexual white men how their own axioms, such as that “everyone is equal,” are meaningless unless universally applied. Environmental reform has built on scientific observation and logic. It is those with interests threatened by reform movements, such as the coal barons, who use well-worn tactics of obfuscation to muddy debate and sow doubt.
The coal lobby has been remarkably successful at convincing Australia’s democratically elected political leaders that the relatively few jobs its industry creates are somehow more important than the many more jobs connected with other industries, like tourism, or with more life-sustaining occupations, like farming. As Brett shows, the lobby has also been remarkably successful at convincing Australia’s political leaders that the costs of our present status as international pariah are less than those of divesting from coal. The path to reform isn’t linear, or simple. Among those most afflicted by the curse of coal are now Aboriginal owners. Leading Indigenous academic Marcia Langton regularly points out that the mining industry, for all the harm it causes to environmental health and sacred sites, is now the leading supplier of jobs, training, compensation and economic development in many remote Aboriginal communities. The economy that would be lost from these communities if mining stopped is just one of many problems reformers must confront.
What can ordinary people do – how can we exercise our agency – to improve the chances that future historians write a story of civilisational reform and revitalisation rather than collapse and doom (indeed, that there are historians in our future)? One history that remains to be told is that of the divestment movement, which Brett mentions briefly at the end of The Coal Curse. Divesting from coal has made environmental sense for some time. There are now plenty of products available to financial consumers that keep our money out of coal. Some of them offer slightly higher fees or slightly lower returns than the coal-fired products. Each of us lucky enough to have assets is now being asked to forgo a small percentage of wealth in the interests of global health. Despite this, divestment has recently begun to make financial sense as well – for major investors, but also the rest of us who, through mortgages and superannuation, have a stake in stocks and bonds whether we want to or not. As the histories of most successful movements show, divestment has something of a self-fulfilling prophecy about it. The more divestment there is, the greater the risk that coalmines become stranded assets companies can’t profit from and can’t sell: a true curse. Even if ethics won’t get those of us lucky enough to have substantial assets over the line, the ever-increasing risk profile of unethical investment in coalmining and exploration probably should.
Russell Marks
THE COAL CURSE
Correspondence
Judith Brett’s fine essay highlights the tough going we are currently experiencing in trying to shift the structure of the economy away from heavy reliance on fossil fuels towards renewables and, perhaps, associated downstream industries. From the current travails, one would think Australians are no good at economic restructuring. In fact, we are: we’ve done it several times on a large scale, though it seems to take us a long time, mired, as always, in political contestation.
Our economy has been through at least two periods of major structural change. The Australian settlement at the turn of the twentieth century used tariff protection and a highly administered labour market to spur the growth of manufacturing so as to reduce reliance on the volatile global commodities markets and boost employment and population. It worked: by the 1960s, manufacturing accounted for almost a third of national employment and GDP. But the settlement came only after several decades of battles between free traders and protectionists and was eventually stitched together with the support of industrial capital and the labour movement.
The second major transformation came with the winding back of the manufacturing sector, which by the 1960s had become bloated and inefficient on the back of political largesse and world-beating levels of no-questions-asked protection. This battle started in the late 1960s, when the Tariff Board, headed by one of Australia’s early neoliberals, Alf Rattigan, suddenly declared war on protectionism, using innovative economic analysis to show that the sector was inefficient, uncompetitive and costly.
We are now stuck in another battle over economic restructuring and it is useful to compare this one with the last. The battle against protected manufacturing was a titanic struggle. As noted, the sector was big, and it was defended vehemently by one of the most powerful politicians of the post-war era, John McEwen. McEwen was the deputy prime minister and leader of the Country Party, which had for decades crafted a vote-winning alliance between farmers and manufacturers on the basis of “protection all round,” something that had become close to a national religion. Manufacturers and manufacturing unions would attempt to scare politicians with threats of disinvestment and job losses in a wide array of manufacturing electorates, across New South Wales, Victoria and South Australia in particular.
Yet the protectionist arguments put forward by the manufacturing sector were no match for the more sophisticated economic analysis coming from the Tariff Board and, later, the Industries Assistance Commission, as well as from a range of economists who started to quantify the high costs the sector was imposing on the economy. This cause was also supported by the media and by the broader shift towards neoliberal thinking that increasingly saw post-war protectionism as a failed experiment. Governments also supported change, with the Whitlam government’s 25 per cent tariff cut in 1973, efforts by the Fraser government to pull down at least some tariffs, and then the main effort by the Hawke/Keating governments amid bipartisan political support to push ahead with fully reducing tariffs, even in the recession in the early 1990s. The sector was also hit by structural change in the world economy that saw northeast Asian manufacturing, in particular, become too competitive to withstand. These structural forces helped drive a prevailing sense of economic malaise by the 1980s – epitomised by the “banana republic” crisis – that galvanised the mood for change.
Yet our attempts at industry restructuring never “got manufacturing going again,” as Treasurer Paul Keating had hoped. Instead, our efforts just about killed off the patient (manufacturing is now less than 6 per cent of GDP), leaving little in its place. The mining boom of the 1990s was fortuitous, but it provided a further hit to manufacturing through a higher commodities-powered dollar that once again engendered that “lucky country” feeling, lulling us into a false sense of security.
The current battle over restructuring and the confrontation with the “coal curse” is proving to be even tougher in some ways than the protection battle, mainly because this time the political resistance is stronger and more insidious. The coal and gas sector are far more politically mobilised and influential than the manufacturers probably ever were. This reflects the general ramping up of political activism by large corporates in Australia in recent decades. It saw the stunning victory of miners over the Rudd government’s proposed mining tax. And, despite the relatively few workers employed in coal mining, it is reflected in the power of a number of coal electorates, especially in Queensland, supported by National Party politicians who have made a vocation out of climate denial and climbing into bed with the coal lobby, just as they have with large irrigators in the Murray–Darling Basin. Unfortunately, too, the climate wars and the battle over coal have become part of a wider political and ideological struggle between the hard right and progressives. This is even being fought out within the Liberal Party, with deposed prime minister Malcolm Turnbull likening his rightist enemies in the party to “climate terrorists.” This “debilitating political polarisation,” as Brett puts it, has killed bipartisanship and made change more difficult. The government has either actively supported or stood by while all this has been happening, while rightist think-tanks, radio shock jocks and the Murdoch press egg on climate denial and praise the wonders of coal. Brett calls this “state capture,” but it’s probably best seen as common cause between the key players involved, one that has uniquely, and on the international stage embarrassingly, skewed Australian politics.
Change is thus being stymied by a national lacuna around energy policy – other than the newfound fondness for gas – and by the lack of any restructuring or regional policies to support displaced workers and communities as part of a properly thought-out energy transition; the kind of policy framework that is also sadly lacking in the Murray–Darling Basin, where battles over water play out as the Basin dries out under climate change. Finally, unlike in the 1980s, there is less of a sense of national crisis spurring change. Moreover, from the 1990s, Australia seemed to learn that we could achieve strong macroeconomic performance and rising terms of trade without a strong manufacturing sector, riding a resource boom instead. In some ways, this was Australia’s “prosperity curse”: reassuring, but ultimately unreliable, masking underlying structural weaknesses that are now manifest.
Indeed, the trouble for this model is that just as Australia’s manufacturing was hit by a structural crisis which ultimately forced change, so too now are dreams of Australia’s future based on fossil fuels. The climate challenge is one such structural pressure, but another one, perhaps more important politically, is the falling cost of renewables, which Judith Brett documents. Ultimately, renewable energy technologies, market forces and investors will drive change. This will help loosen the “deadly grip,” as Brett puts it, of climate deniers and fossil-fuel advocates and make the fossil-fuel sector increasingly redundant. This is happening faster than many could have imagined and will one day represent something of a reconciliation of the old binary of environment and economy.
We have lost more than a decade in the climate and coal battles thanks to misguided conservatives, the coal lobby and its supporters, and terrible national leadership from the Coalition. This has generated a fake climate policy, an energy policy that’s a mess, and the Nationals screaming for a new coal-fired power station. Surprisingly, from this morass a bright future is still possible, but only if we reap the huge potential gains from Australia’s comparative advantages in renewable energy, along the lines set out in Ross Garnaut’s recent book, Superpower. If we can do this, the gains could be used to help the losers from the declining fossil-fuel sector, and, unlike our earlier attempts to restructure manufacturing, we might end up with a strong new sector based on abundant energy driving a range of new downstream industries, including a hydrogen economy. We might also be able to rescue our battered international climate reputation.
Stephen Bell
THE COAL CURSE
Correspondence
At the Institute for Energy Economics and Financial Analysis, we track patterns of investment in or divestment from fossil fuels. Despite, or maybe because of, the global pandemic, 2020 has seen significant momentum in the movement of global capital away from thermal coal and coal-fired power generation. This reflects the rapidly diminishing economic merits of coal, but also a growing understanding that a commitment to the Paris Agreement will render many coal projects stranded assets, unable to deliver sufficient return over their proposed life.
In April 2020, a record twelve global financial institutions upgraded their commitments to divest from coal. The geographic spread revealed the global nature of the shift: three were from Japan, three from Germany, two were Citi and Morgan Stanley of the United States – and this was rounded out by one each from South Africa, France, the UK and the Netherlands.
The two massive private Japanese banks, Mizuho Financial Group and SMBC, were significant, but the action of the public Japanese Bank for International Cooperation (JBIC) was really telling, given that it was the world’s largest provider of government capital to coal-fired power plants outside of China in the previous five years. It reflected a fundamental shift in thinking at Japan’s Ministry of Economy, Trade and Industry, which culminated in the announcement that Japan would close 100 of its oldest coal power units by 2030. This is a huge step: 22 to 24GW of end-of-life coal-plant closures, three times the last 6 to 9GW of proposed coal plants still under development in Japan. With this, Japan will move past peak coal capacity installed – a defining moment, and a critical milestone for Australian thermal coal exports as Japan is our largest coal export destination (45 per cent in total).
June and July 2020 have seen momentum continue to build. Fourteen globally significant financial institutions have introduced or tightened coal exclusion, divestment or restriction policies: Westpac, QBE Insurance, HESTA and First State Super (Australia); BNP Paribas, Societe Generale and Natixis (France); Toho Bank (Japan); CDC Group (UK); Intesa Sanpaolo (Italy); Norges Bank (Norway); Deutsche Bank (Germany); Credit Suisse (Switzerland) and MetLife (United States). May 2020 also saw BlackRock complete divestment from thermal coalmines and put KEPCO (South Korea) on notice for continuing to invest in new coal power plants.
In total since 2015, we at the Institute have tracked 139 globally significant banks, insurers and asset managers or asset owners that have implemented substantial policies on coal. In 2020, there have so far been forty-eight new or updated policy statements.
There is growing recognition of the technology disruption of global energy markets, affecting oil and fossil gas demand as well as thermal coal for power generation. The seemingly unstoppable rise in the Tesla share price (up 400 per cent in the last five years) has made it the largest automotive company globally (by equity market capitalisation). This shows the energy disruption is increasingly affecting both the power and transportation sectors, as battery technology breakthroughs drive a sector convergence. And 2020 has seen a clear pivot in rhetoric from the European oil and gas majors. Leaders at Total, Shell, BP, Eni, Repsol and Equinor are now talking about the inevitable disruption, compelled by the need to align with the Paris Agreement. Rather than just words, we are seeing the start of a pivot, as these firms reduce capital investments in new fossil-fuel exploration and divert new investments into zero-emissions technologies. June 2020 saw Total agree to acquire a 51 per cent stake in the new business developing the £3 billion 1075 MW Seagreen offshore wind farm in Scotland. And July 2020 saw a new Shell/Eneco consortium win the 759 MW Hollandse Kust (Noord) offshore wind tender in the Netherlands. These are likely to be two of the largest renewable energy projects developed this year globally.
Judith Brett’s The Coal Curse is spot-on: Australia is being held back by the enormous power and corrupting self-interest of the fossil-fuel-export industry, which has entirely captured our federal political process. There is a growing divide between the Australian states embracing technology-driven investment and employment opportunities with both hands, and the captured federal government, which is doing its utmost to lie, obfuscate and distract, trying in vain to hold back the tide. Technology will inevitably win this race, but Australia could be so much better prepared with real political leadership.
Tim Buckley
THE COAL CURSE
Correspondence
Judith Brett has offered Australians a great gift: a detailed understanding of how our country got so stuck in our response to climate change, and who we can hold responsible. Describing how coal and gas companies converted their financial power into political influence over the federal Coalition, Brett makes the invisible blatantly visible. The mess Australia is in today did not just happen. It was never inevitable. It came about through particular people’s choices and actions, and through other people choosing to look the other way.
As a climate campaigner over the past twenty-three years, I’ve seen hordes of coal and gas lobbyists at Parliament House and at party conferences; the handshakes and backslaps and laughs. Like Brett, I’ve despaired at the revolving door between politics, the senior public service and fossil-fuel companies. But it’s not too late to turn things around.
The final chapter of Brett’s saga is still being written, by the actions that we take today. In the decade or so the world’s leading scientists say we have left to limit irreversible climate change, I see two viable pathways to get Australia unstuck on climate: first, shifting the Coalition, and second, shifting money away from coal and gas.
As Brett outlines, the fossil-fuel lobby has been incredibly successful at “capturing” the Coalition and using it to protect its financial interests. But for how long can this success continue? More fires will burn in places previously thought safe. Seas will continue to rise. More houses will fall into the ocean. More desperate people will be driven to our shores seeking safety from conflicts driven by food and water shortages. Many in the Coalition know it’s only a matter of time before their position must change. The rise of groups like Coalition for Conservation and Parliamentary Friends of Climate Action, which has six federal Liberal Party members, shows that internal climate champions do exist.
For the past two decades, trying to support internal change in the Coalition has not been a priority for climate NGOs. Until the 2019 election, the better strategy seemed to be to pressure the ALP to improve its climate policy and hope for its election. But that strategy debate is now moot: we have already entered the critical decade for action, and the Coalition is in power federally and in three states. The latest Newspoll shows Scott Morrison’s approval rating at 68 per cent, and he is preferred prime minister at 58 per cent (over Labor leader Anthony Albanese at 26 per cent). It is probable we will be dealing with Coalition governments until at least 2025. We simply do not have time to find a path to change that does not include the Coalition.
Just like John Howard’s gun reforms, climate policies are much more likely to stick if introduced from the right of politics than the left. If it can muster the courage to reduce political support or financial subsidies for coal and gas, the Coalition is far better placed than Labor to withstand the inevitable attacks from the fossil-fuel lobby and its allies in the Murdoch media. This has been demonstrated in the United Kingdom, where the Murdoch newspapers have largely supported the significant climate leadership shown by the Conservative Party.
There are signs of progress in the three Coalition-held states. NSW environment minister Matt Kean stood up at the Smart Energy Council’s annual conference in December 2019 and linked bushfires to climate change, making the case for stronger support for renewable energy. He couldn’t have picked a more appropriate moment: the room, in Sydney’s Hilton Hotel, was literally filling with bushfire smoke. Now Kean is forging ahead with two huge renewable energy zones for regional New South Wales, and Tasmania and South Australia have made rapid progress on renewables under their moderate Liberal premiers. Tasmania has a set a world-leading target of 200 per cent renewables, and South Australia is aiming for 100 per cent renewables before 2030. Every state and territory now has a target of net zero emissions by 2050. Should they choose to do so, the state premiers could work together, bypassing the federal government, to accelerate the transition to clean energy.
But what about Coalition politicians from the centre-right (Scott Morrison’s faction) or the far right? In 2011, I spent four weeks filming an ABC documentary with former Liberal finance minister Nick Minchin. After over a hundred hours in conversation with Nick, I understood why he and others in the far-right faction were so opposed to accepting climate science. The science itself wasn’t the problem – rather, it was its implications for policy. This is what Professor Naomi Oreskes calls “implicatory denial”: accepting climate change means accepting that the neoliberal project of free markets and small governments produced a seriously large externality (a cost not reflected in the market price of fossil fuels, paid by the community in the form of climate change). In the words of Sir Nicholas Stern, climate change is the “greatest market failure ever seen,” and governments must step in to fix it. This calls into question the ideology that Nick Minchin and others like him have devoted their whole lives to advancing.
The political reality is that change inside the Coalition cannot happen until enough of these “climate blocker” politicians leave federal parliament to allow the rest to move forward, or unless the moderates increase their powerbase to render the blockers’ opposition irrelevant. Ultimately, it seems unlikely that the Coalition will feel the urgency to act that the science demands unless the federal Liberal Party is at serious risk of losing seats over climate change. Independent Zali Steggall’s successful campaign for the seat of Warringah was a turning point. It has inspired long-time conservative voters in other seats to take matters into their own hands and find and back pro-climate independents. Ironically, those whose heads are next on the chopping block are Liberal moderates in inner-city seats who do accept the science. These Liberal MPs – people such as Trent Zimmerman, Tim Wilson, Katie Allen and Jason Falinski – may argue that their presence in parliament is critical to transforming the Coalition’s climate policy. But these moderates have been so unwilling to risk any political capital over climate policy to date that voters in their electorates may decide instead that electing pro-climate independents and hoping they gain the balance of power is a more viable pathway to change. Perhaps the threat to the moderate Liberal voter base will prompt them to become more effective internal champions for climate action.
Ultimately, this is why the Coalition shifted on marriage equality. The few genuine champions inside the Liberal Party worked in partnership with Coalition MPs who weren’t personally passionate but who felt enough heat from their electorates that they understood they risked losing a generation of young voters. Climate campaigners have learnt from the marriage equality movement and are getting better at making climate change relatable through personal stories and more targeted work with conservative-leaning voters and constituency groups. There are now organisations focused on working with farmers, veterinarians and vet nurses, emergency leaders, bushfire survivors, parents, doctors, other health professionals, elite athletes, psychologists, engineers, lawyers, Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people, the Jewish community, various Christian denominations, ethnic communities in south and south-west Sydney, and retirees – to name just some. These groups understand that a “one size fits all” climate message hasn’t worked. To be effective, messages need to be delivered by people trusted within these communities, using stories and data that resonate and inspire action. Targeted campaigns can also influence stakeholder groups that are traditionally aligned with, and trusted by, the Coalition. Journalists often point to the National Farmers’ Federation’s shift to supporting action on climate change as an example of how out of touch the Nationals are with their traditional backers. But the influence of groups like Farmers for Climate Action in shifting the position of the Farmers’ Federation is less well known.
These new groups – which I refer to as “Climate Movement 2.0” – can change the information environment not just for voters, but also for politicians, their advisers, friends and families, donors, and the think-tanks and lobby groups they listen to and accept advice from. And they, like all of us, can focus their efforts not just on the politics, but also on business.
With the second pathway to change – shifting money from coal and gas – the headwinds are blowing less strongly. Brett describes the “shareholder and customer campaigns to divest from fossil fuels.” Many of Australia’s most strategic climate campaigners are now focusing their advocacy on banks, insurers and asset managers, such as superannuation funds. This simple but powerful tactic was described by author and 350.org co-founder Bill McKibben in an influential New Yorker article last year: “the key to disrupting the flow of carbon into the atmosphere may lie in disrupting the flow of money to coal and oil and gas.” New fossil-fuel projects are the main driver of climate change, yet very few, if any, fossil-fuel companies can self-finance and self-insure. If they can’t get loans, investment or insurance for their coalmine expansions or fracking wells, these projects simply can’t proceed. As Brett notes, BlackRock’s decision to offload its thermal coal shares and “put climate change at the centre of its investment strategy” was a key moment. Blackrock’s CEO Larry Fink did not just wake up one day and have a moral epiphany: the company was the target of a concerted campaign by the Sunrise Project and other groups.
Banking, asset management (superannuation and other companies that aggregate and invest money) and insurance companies are in a powerful position in Australia, too. If the fossil-fuel industry’s plans to extract more gas and coal from New South Wales, Queensland, Western Australia and the Northern Territory can’t get insurance, finance or investment, they won’t proceed.
Businesses in other sectors of the economy can also play a role, by leveraging their historical and ongoing relationships with the Coalition. It is much more acceptable within the Coalition to be influenced by, and seen to be influenced by, business than it is to be seen to be influenced by environmental groups. This means any business (particularly ASX200 companies, which have more economic and therefore political clout) has a platform and power that it can use to champion climate action. Or, if it doesn’t voluntarily choose to do so, it can be encouraged to find its voice by the same customer, shareholder or employee activism that has been so influential with the banks, investors and insurers to date. All of us can play a role in this, through organisations that run effective corporate campaigns, such as Market Forces and the Australasian Centre for Corporate Responsibility. The ACCR, for example, aggregates 100 shareholders, including large institutional investors, every time it puts forward a shareholder resolution at a company AGM. These shareholder resolutions are the thorn in the side of companies such as BHP, Woodside and AGL. The ACCR played a key role in getting the Minerals Council to the point where it now has a climate policy – ACCR was demanding that BHP cease being a member.
As Brett writes, right now “Australia is at a crossroads,” as the pandemic has paused so much of the world’s economy. There is an opportunity in the National Cabinet, formed initially to respond to the pandemic, but now extended. Energy policy is on its list of issues to consider. With no Nationals in the National Cabinet, and all three Liberal premiers being moderates from states committed to net zero emissions by 2050, perhaps we will finally see the bipartisan progress on climate that most Australians crave.
Brett describes many points in Australia’s economic and political history when things could have taken a different turn. A small group of determined people created the situation we are in today – to protect their profits and advance their ideology. There was no guarantee they’d win. The history of social movements across the world shows that groups of committed people, small and large, can overcome even the longest odds. Progress is happening on climate change within both the Coalition and corporate Australia. The key question for ordinary Australians is: how can we accelerate it in the time scientists tell us we have left?
As Martin Luther King Jr said: “Over the bleached bones and jumbled residues of numerous civilizations are written the pathetic words: ‘Too Late’.” And in the words of Antarctic explorer Robert Swan: “The greatest threat to our planet is the belief that someone else will save it.”
Anna Rose
THE COAL CURSE
Correspondence
In The Coal Curse, Judith Brett eloquently describes how policy failures related to globalisation in the 1980s and 1990s enhanced our current dependence on fossil fuels. But she perhaps underestimates the role of the mining industry in hindering economic diversification and accentuating the dilemmas now faced by Australian governments grappling with climate change.
The mining industry learnt early on to promote and defend itself. In 1967, it formed the Australian Mining Industry Council (later the Minerals Council of Australia) to champion its interests. It resisted attempts under Whitlam to govern foreign investment through a Petroleum and Minerals Authority and, as Brett notes, undermined successive legislative iterations of land rights in the 1970s – and then again in the 1990s, following Mabo and Wik. It crushed Kevin Rudd’s attempt to establish a resource super-profits tax in 2010.
The disciplinary effect of these successes cannot be overstated. But moments of direct challenge were relatively rare because there was a deep consonance of views, values and interests among politicians, bureaucrats and industry executives about the economic role of the mining sector. Brett, following Guy Pearse, notes how the Australian Industry Greenhouse Network – the self-named “greenhouse mafia,” representing coal and aluminium interests – scripted climate and energy policy-making in the 1990s. But “state capture” as blatant as this was rare and perhaps an anomaly. Instead, corporate influence over mining policy was both subtler and more deep-seated. Influential elite networks helped align state and national policy and mining sector interests in ways favourable to the latter – especially in the major mining states of Queensland and Western Australia. Senior bureaucrats and politicians moved – and continue to move – from government to positions of influence in the mining sector, and vice versa. Mining professionals were appointed to bodies such as the Foreign Investment Review Board (Sir William Pettingell in the 1970s). Senior bureaucrats accepted positions of high influence in the minerals sector (Sir Donald James Hibberd). Politicians became industry lobbyists (former Minister for Resources and Energy Martin Ferguson, who advised the Australian Petroleum Production and Exploration Association after leaving federal parliament in 2013).
In Treasury, Foreign Affairs and Trade, and other departments with responsibility for minerals and energy, a common culture prevailed, greatly enhanced by the neoliberal turn under Hawke and Keating. It was allergic to economic nationalism, fixated on international competitiveness, and favoured minimal regulation. As a consequence, successive Australian governments failed to extract significant value from mineral resource exports through taxes or royalties. Substantial potential public revenue was lost, often repatriated to overseas shareholders. Meanwhile, governments provided considerable subsidies and assistance in the form of tax concessions and access to state-owned infrastructure. (In 1974, the Fitzgerald report suggested the latter contribution far outweighed the value of mining taxes.)
Australia’s taxpayer-funded fossil-fuel subsidies currently total more than $12 billion each year despite G20 leaders (including Australia) committing, in 2009, to “phase out and rationalize, over the medium term, inefficient fossil-fuel subsidies.” Australian governments also provide regulatory relief by fast-tracking approvals, minimising environmental regulatory constraints, sometimes constructing roads, rail and ports, and reducing royalty requirements, as is being considered for Adani’s Carmichael coalmine.
The failure of resource governance in Australia has served us poorly. Consider the small country of Norway, which ensured its share of North Sea oil was fully state-owned and state-developed. To this day, Norway retains a majority interest in that resource, and its rigorous economic nationalism underpins a massive sovereign wealth fund, which now sustains and insulates its high standard of living and supports a significant foreign aid program as well.
By limiting our budgetary capacity to foster national economic diversity and resilience in a globalised world, the mining sector’s rent-seeking has diminished Australian development perhaps as much as, or more than, the resource curse. And it now makes attempts to stop being a fossil-fuel republic that much more expensive.
As gamblers know, even a long streak of luck eventually gives out. Climate change will inexorably bring the recent boom in coal and gas exports to an end. The UNEP Production Gap Report 2019 highlighted the chasm between the current volume of fossil fuels produced and what is required to meet Paris Agreement climate targets. This gap is largest for coal, and growing. By 2030, countries plan to produce 150 per cent more coal than is consistent with a 2°C pathway, and 280 per cent more than is consistent with a 1.5°C pathway. The gap is also substantial for oil and gas. Countries are projected to produce 43 per cent more oil and 47 per cent more gas by 2040 than is consistent with a 2°C pathway.
At the Clean Energy Council’s 2020 summit in July this year, Fatih Birol, executive director of the International Energy Agency, commented that: “if [existing coal plants] operate for their normal economic lifetime . . . an average coal plant has a lifetime of forty years or so . . . it is impossible to reach our climate targets, even the modest ones.”
Almost total decarbonisation of the global power sector must occur in less than two decades if global average warming is to be held to below 2°C, and much faster for 1.5°C. When this occurs – and it is a “when” – the transition will necessarily be accompanied by closure of the “production gap” through a profound decline in demand for fossil fuels, and markets for Australian coal and gas. Long-term investments will become stranded assets at every point in the chain of production to consumption. The longer this transition is delayed, the greater the likelihood of collapse rather than orderly exit, and that governments will need to pay for structural adjustment. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. Australia’s export energy sector is now a behemoth rushing towards the precipice.
Since the 1990s, Australia has adopted deeply contradictory policies on energy and climate change. Australia’s domestic uptake of rooftop solar is among the highest in the world and construction of large-scale solar and wind plants has accelerated, despite a still turbulent investment environment. Australian power generation using black coal has fallen since 2015, as have emissions from the power sector – a trend that will only accelerate.
However, Australian fossil-fuel exports have – until very recently – been completely siloed from both domestic energy and climate policies. Their entirely contradictory trajectory has been granted immunity from questioning, their unbridled growth supported equally by both the Coalition and Labor. It is here that Brett perhaps understates the political tensions and challenges now facing Australian governments.
Conservatives have argued that, based on its domestic emissions, Australia is an insignificant contributor to the global emissions problem. While this line is wrong in its own right – Australia emits 1.2 per cent of total global emissions, is ranked fourteenth among 196 emitting nations, and is one of the world’s highest per-capita emitters – this defence fails utterly when our total contribution to global warming is considered. Australia’s total carbon footprint – domestic and exported emissions combined – is around 3.6 per cent of total global emissions. Australia is the world’s sixth-largest producer of CO2 emissions overall. Its embodied emissions, exported in coal and gas, are at least two and half times its domestic emissions. Moreover, projected growth in Australian gas and coal exports – if realised – will see Australia’s total (extraction-based) emissions nearly double by 2030 compared to 2005. The current size and projected increase in Australia’s exported emissions overwhelms the ecological benefit of domestic action. It is clearly of global importance.
So far, the responses from the Coalition and Labor have been rigidly defensive. Some deny that an “export problem” exists, pointing out that only domestic emissions count toward the UN Framework Convention on Climate Change’s accounting requirements. Imported emissions are the responsibility of the importing country; it is not the supplier’s duty to mitigate emissions. Others argue that banning sales of Australian coal and gas will merely lead to supply substitution from elsewhere. Or that there is an ecological benefit: Australian coal is “cleaner” than that from other sources. Or that it is morally wrong to deprive developing countries of this vital energy resource. Or that governments shouldn’t intervene, as markets will resolve the issue.
There are strong counterarguments to each claim. For instance, it is arguable that in fostering fossil-fuel exports Australia is in breach of the UNFCCC, which outlines clear responsibilities for parties to “anticipate, prevent and minimise the causes of climate change,” and declares states have a responsibility to “ensure activities within their jurisdiction or control do not cause damage to the environment of other States or areas beyond the limits of national jurisdiction.”
The cynicism of arguments that “if we won’t sell it, others will” and “it’s all the buyer’s responsibility” is clear. Australians and shareholders benefit materially from export of a recognised harmful substance, and therefore are linked to the destruction these commodities cause (think of alternative, morally repugnant examples: asbestos, or toxic waste). But such political responses belie the depth of paralysis on this issue within the Coalition and Labor.
The Coalition is still riven by the battle between climate believers and denialists. By contrast, Labor is caught between its need to appease urban and regional electorates with apparently divergent interests; to deal with internal tensions generated by the CFMEU, the mega-industrial union that covers mining; to manage its neoliberal inheritance; and to reply to the challenge from the Greens. Brett rightly highlights how Bill Shorten’s equivocation over the Adani mine was read by voters in the Galilee Basin as a sign of duplicity. Labor believes the 2019 election was lost in Queensland and New South Wales on the issue of coal and climate. Yet Anthony Albanese has continued this pattern of fence-sitting. Adani remains a dilemma and the current crisis for the ALP is reminiscent of the uranium mining debate that contributed to the formation of the Greens. The fossil-fuel export problem is as urgent, and its deadly outcomes more certain.
An integrated view of Australia’s climate responsibilities demands coherence between its domestic and export-oriented energy policies and practices. The climate crisis leaves no place for new coalmines or gas fields, or for maintaining the existing ones. It urgently requires a clearly articulated industry adjustment plan for winding down fossil-fuel exports. We have very limited time for implementation, even if we begin now. The political and economic impediments to doing so remain considerable and we face the danger that an informal conspiracy of silence will continue to blanket this larger concern. But the longer-term burdens of inaction – political, social, economic and ecological – will far outweigh the costs of breaching that silence.
Peter Christoff
THE COAL CURSE
Correspondence
Professor Brett’s dismay at the recent bushfires and lack of action on climate change is well founded. As a firefighter, I share her concerns. But Brett has been very selective in citing the activities of a few individuals in the mining industry on native title and climate policy, and accordingly she provides a very narrow view.
I am reluctant to defend the coalmining industry, because it should have done more itself to address its poor reputation. However, having worked in the industry for several decades and represented Rio Tinto in numerous industry associations in Australia and internationally, I wish to offer a very different perspective.
Professor Brett describes the negative response of much of the mining industry to the Native Title Act 1993, which at the time was highly contentious. In 1995, Leon Davis, the managing director of CRA, the Australian arm of Rio Tinto, made a landmark speech supporting native title and recognising the advantages of working in partnership with Aboriginal people. For mining companies, this would result in improved access to Aboriginal land, increased local employment options and greater security of tenure for mining projects, in addition to the obvious benefits for Aboriginal people. Professor Brett says the companies “could afford to be generous once they had won,” but the reality is they were driven by the social and commercial imperative to do business in a manner that delivered effective outcomes for themselves and affected Aboriginal groups alike. The outcomes for Aboriginal people since then have been positive where agreements negotiated for development on Aboriginal land have aligned the interests of Aboriginal communities and mining companies by sharing the proceeds of development through royalties, employment, business development and other benefits, while protecting Aboriginal rights and interests in land, environment and cultural heritage.
Mining companies recognised emerging climate concerns by the late 1990s, and since then have sought to reduce greenhouse gas emissions despite the lack of clear government policy. While there has been vigorous debate and disagreement on exactly what to do, mining companies have responded to the emerging imperatives of climate change. On no occasion within the Australian coal industry can I recall climate science, as distinct from policy, being seriously debated, let alone dismissed. Rather, the starting point for these discussions was always that climate change was a significant problem that needed to be addressed. One that posed a challenge not just for the mining industry, but for every industry with high-energy inputs.
The idea of an all-powerful fossil-fuel lobby stalking the corridors of power, casting doubt on climate science and sabotaging national efforts to reduce emissions, is hilarious to most people inside these companies. It would also be news to politicians who have been directly involved in climate policy over this period and who have allegedly been “captured” by this lobby. Rather, Australian domestic climate policy over the past two decades can be explained almost entirely by a single question: what impact will this policy measure have on the cost and reliability of energy for domestic and business consumers? A closely linked question is: what impact will it have on Australian competitiveness?
Professor Brett uses the term “fossil-fuel lobby” in a way that implies everyone involved in the production of fossil fuels (the coal, gas and oil industries) rejects climate science and has worked to undermine emissions policy. This is patently false. All of the major public companies in these sectors long ago acknowledged the problem and have in place programs to reduce their own emissions. Many, including coal producers, have been working for decades on strategies to reduce emissions from the use of their products. For example, the black coal industry contributed over 20 per cent of the abatement achieved under the voluntary Greenhouse Challenge Program initiated in 1995 by the Keating government.
If there is an anti–climate science, pro–fossil-fuel lobby in Australia, it comprises a small number of politicians and commentators, not companies actually involved in the fossil-fuel industry. If these politicians have been “captured” by so-called fossil-fuel interests, then those interests do not include major producers.
If indeed there has been a sinister lobby working behind the scenes, sowing the seeds of climate denial and sabotaging emission reduction efforts in Australia, then it has been spectacularly unsuccessful. This is particularly true when it comes to coal. As Brett herself notes, ten coal plants have closed in Australia in the past ten years. No new ones have been commissioned for over a decade, and Australia is installing renewable energy (solar photovoltaics and wind) faster per capita than almost any other country. Our deployment rate is four to five times faster than in the European Union, United States, Japan and China.
The black coal industry recognised the challenges facing coal in the late 1990s, when it joined the Greenhouse Challenge Program and began to invest in abatement projects. By 2001, these challenges were made even clearer from its dialogue with the International Energy Agency. In 2006, the black coalmining industry in Australia agreed to create the COAL21 Fund to develop low-emission technologies, and all Australian black coal producers agreed to contribute to this fund. To date, the fund has invested nearly $400 million in emerging low-emission technologies. Numerous major technical research and demonstration projects have been undertaken, including oxy-firing of a conventional coal power station, pre-and post-combustion capture, in conjunction with work by the Cooperative Research Centre for Greenhouse Gas Technologies on carbon capture and storage (CCS).
The International Energy Agency itself has highlighted the importance of CCS in reducing emissions, and the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change, the organisation that reviews and distils the research of thousands of climate scientists, has consistently and repeatedly identified CCS as one of the critical technologies necessary to address climate change.
In about 2002, Rio Tinto joined with numerous other coal and oil and gas companies in the CO2CRC, which was established under the Australian government’s Cooperative Research Centres (CRC) program. Its aim was to research and demonstrate CCS as a major industrial emissions-reduction technology. In 2012, Rio Tinto further expanded its contributions to the CO2CRC, providing $3 million over three years as part of the formation of the Peter Cook Centre for CCS Research. At the conclusion of CRC funding in 2014, CO2CRC Limited was established as a private, not-for-profit research organisation and to this day it owns and operates a major carbon storage research facility with more than $100 million invested in understanding how carbon dioxide behaves underground. In 2009, Prime Minister Rudd committed over $100 million to support the creation of the Global CCS Institute, which has carried forward this work internationally.
The efforts of the Australian coal industry to develop CCS are often incorrectly characterised as a failure. Further, many describe those efforts as a cynical external-relations tactic to cultivate the promise of future low-emission coal use while allowing business as usual for as long as possible. Any informed analysis exposes both notions as erroneous.
The knowledge developed by those early projects has supported the development of this technology elsewhere by nations and companies with budgets far larger than Australia’s. In reality, the ambition of the Australian coal industry was a decade too early. The cost of capturing carbon dioxide from coal-fired power stations has halved since the COAL21 fund was launched in 2006. Two coal plants with CCS are operating (since 2014 and 2017) and in the past few months six more have commenced feasibility or FEED studies in the United States. These are not academic exercises. These are real projects with the intent of putting steel in the ground. If the coal industry was truly just conducting an external-relations exercise, or just continuing business as usual, it would not have spent hundreds of millions of dollars through the COAL21 Fund trying to support the development of a technology well beyond its core competencies. Nor would individual coal companies have spent tens of millions of additional dollars on their own CCS programs. Rather, the coal industry would have saved its money and instead focused its messaging on local efforts to reduce its own emissions and on its contribution to the community and economy, safe in the knowledge that the export coal market will be robust for decades.
The industry’s actions were and are motivated by a desire to make a material contribution towards defeating climate change, while recognising the realities of the ongoing demand for coal, especially in rapidly growing Asia. Without CCS, it is, at best, twice as expensive to meet climate targets, and at that cost it is practically impossible. The actions of the industry are well removed from the climate denialism depicted by Professor Brett.
Around half of Australia’s coal exports is metallurgical coal used for steel-making. The other half is thermal coal used in power plants, with a small portion used to make cement, alumina, synthetic rutile and manganese. If it is true (and it is) that countries that import our thermal coal could readily source the same quantity elsewhere, why do they prefer the Australian product? The answer is that it generally has a higher energy content and a lower ash content, meaning it is more efficient and also lower in other important pollutants, such as sulphur and mercury. For India and China, which are determined to electrify their economies by whatever means available, and which already have an air pollution problem, this is an important consideration. Using Australian coal results in lower carbon emissions per unit of energy and fewer pollutants of other kinds. This does not make Australian coal “clean,” just cleaner.
While the idea that support for Australian coal exports can only be logically explained by politicians being somehow “captured” by climate-denying fossil-fuel interests might make for a ripping yarn, the reality is far more prosaic. Most people understand the economic and environmental reasons why countries prefer to use Australian coal. And all understand the jobs, investment and national wealth to be foregone if Australia were simply to cede these markets to eager global competitors with no environmental benefit.
Apart from this, critics like Brett need to ask: if we want to be consistent and stop our emission-intensive exports, where do we draw the line? Cattle cause methane emissions, so Australia shouldn’t export beef or dairy products? Aluminium production is responsible for emissions, so we shouldn’t export bauxite? International tourism causes airline-related greenhouse gas emissions, so Australia should tell travellers to go elsewhere? The answer is to reduce greenhouse gas emissions across all sectors of the economy, including, of course, the more intensive emitters such as coal-fired power, both in Australia and internationally.
We need to demand that our politicians embrace the target of net zero emissions by 2050 and take effective action to meet that target. Certainly, we should be demanding greater efforts from the emission-intensive polluters, including the coalmining and coal-consuming industries, to invest in the development and deployment of low-emission technologies. We must demand action domestically, and we should also use our trading relationships to ensure that sales of Australian products come with commitments to invest similarly to reduce emissions.
New technology needs significantly more investment and Australia should play its part in an international effort. Developers of these technologies assume a significant financial risk, which is made more difficult in the absence of an economically efficient mechanism to reward cuts in emissions. The success of renewables is commendable, but we need as many emission-reduction options as possible, so that we can choose the most cost-effective options across all sectors of the economy.
As a firefighter, I share Professor Brett’s dismay about climate change and the inadequate response to date. However, emergency management principles require that we remove emotion from our decision-making. If we believe in the climate crisis, it is hard-headed science and economics that we need to bring to bear. Even if we don’t (yet) believe there is a climate crisis, we should act regardless, as the long life of polluting assets and the long lead times for new technologies mean that turning around our emissions will take decades. Demonising any one product or process distracts from this wider imperative.
Andy Lloyd
THE COAL CURSE
Correspondence
Judith Brett’s The Coal Curse is an insightful overview of Australia’s struggle to develop industries beyond commodity exports, and the effect this concentration has on our national discourse and policy-making.
It is a rare treat to read a deep case study of the resource curse in action, even if it is a little depressing to be reading it about one’s own country. Two features of our predicament, as outlined by Brett, stand out for me. First, the idea that our lopsided success might be challenging our ability to develop new strengths and growth opportunities. Brett doesn’t suggest there is a causal link between our strength in extracting and exporting resources and our weakness in other industrial sectors, but she does note a number of ways they interrelate. One of these is that the resources industry breathes in people and capital as commodity prices rise and exhales them as they fall, challenging the growth of other sectors. The effect of our resource exports on other exporters via exchange rates is another.
This dynamic is reminiscent of the failure to innovate often observed in incumbent corporations. Why, so often, do strong organisations, dominant in their industry and aware of oncoming disruption, fail to respond and therefore get damaged or swept aside? Such companies tend to have high-powered and experienced boards, well-resourced strategy departments, and established customer relationships and infrastructure. They should be best positioned to seize new opportunities and see off attackers. Nonetheless, over and over again we observe such companies being overwhelmed and diminished by change. Why?
One proffered reason is the power of the existing successful business units within the organisation. Often an incumbent business unit negotiates so hard on all fronts that up-and-coming units don’t get a look in. Once leadership is established around a dominant activity, it becomes difficult to allocate resources and time to anything else. This dominance can play out in myriad tiny decisions. Should we spend our time and attention developing a new initiative which might fail, or should we double down on our most profitable activities? Should we change our governance slightly so that our new business unit can grow, or should we keep the existing structure which favours the dominant unit? Should we allocate growth capital to our new products, or to the products which presently make up the majority of our revenues? Each choice to back the status quo often makes sense in the short-or mid-term, and is hard to press back against. But over time they lead cumulatively to an inability to do much that is new.
How this translates is clear. Australia is extremely good at certain activities. We derive a significant portion of our income from those activities. We have experienced and capable leadership, resources to spare, and a reputation for delivery. But we have struggled to figure out how to become good at anything other than varieties of what we are presently good at (except in a few cases).
Where a company often struggles to spend the surplus from a dominant business on an upstart, Australia has struggled to tax established sectors to support the development of others. Where a company struggles to change incentives to favour a new unit, so we struggle to modify our national policy and norms to make space for the future. Our dominant industries often argue that they shouldn’t be taxed as heavily or should be supported because they contribute so much to the national economy. (Brett outlines how the narrative efforts of our dominant industries have been hugely successful in this respect.) This conversation is almost a direct mirror of that sometimes seen between business units.
I should note that not all companies have this problem. Cases in which an organisation completely fails (usually by being consumed by others) are actually fairly rare. Many companies manage to survive their incumbency. Nonetheless, each decade provides a steady flow of new examples. Furthermore, incumbents often survive by buying upstarts – a common practice for companies, but more controversial when attempted by countries.
The second notable feature of our predicament is the difficulty we experience regarding climate change and the industrial transition it entails. As Brett notes, our national debate on the topic has become deeply polarised, often seeming to pertain mainly to our national identity and relevance rather than really discussing the challenge. To many people, our national conversation on climate change appears to have become somewhat deranged – full of sound and fury, and largely unrelated to the issues at hand. This is likely due in part to the challenges faced in all modern political conversations: the extent to which our media now operate by soundbite and clickbait; the increasing polarisation of our news infrastructure; inequality and its many ills. However, when it comes to climate change, there is probably something else afoot.
When viewed up close, the deterioration of our debate seems like a specific failure. It appears that a number of determined individuals in a specific set of industries may have bumped us off an otherwise constructive path, setting us into the melee which we now experience. However, seen from a distance, our trajectory looks more predictable and less personal. Some have long expected that Australia will necessarily fail to navigate a transition because even thinking about it will prove too difficult for us.
Why would this be so? Following Hurricane Sandy, British environmental campaigner George Marshall undertook a series of interviews with residents of the New Jersey seashore. He noted that those who lived through the unusually severe, life-threatening storm were less likely to believe in climate change than before. Why? Marshall gathered evidence about the issue for his 2014 book Don’t Even Think About It: Why Our Brains Are Wired to Ignore Climate Change. His findings suggest that the desire to return to something like normal, to rebuild anew, and to express solidarity and perseverance prompted people to resist the prospect that the same disaster could happen again. The fact that climate change might be extremely threatening (it could destroy your house or kill you) makes conceiving of it even more difficult. More evidence of how threatening climate change might actually make it even harder to come to terms with.
Some commentators expect the same from us as a nation. At a conference in 2019, energy finance analyst Kingsmill Bond presented an analysis of which countries might move more quickly through a climate transition, and which might instead be overcome by it. The audience was a global group, interested primarily in the fortunes of Europe, the United States and eastern Asia, where they were based. Bond noted almost as an aside that a few (energy-exporting) nations would of course find it almost impossible to undertake a transition. He noted that the political and economic negotiations needed to undertake decarbonisation would likely prove too challenging for these states to navigate successfully, given their interests. However, he argued that the trajectories of these countries were irrelevant. There were only a few of them, and their populations were small. The rest of the world’s population (largely living in countries which are net energy importers) would stand to benefit, and that was where the action would be in any case. The discussion moved on. I don’t need to tell you which group Australia was in.
The discussion reminded me of a similar one we regularly have in the investment community. We often find ourselves pondering why some companies find it such a struggle to develop a climate change strategy, or even to discuss the topic. Why are they defensive, even when many proactive options are available to them? A common answer is that acknowledging a threat sometimes requires choosing between options that all seem less appealing than the status quo. Even when the status quo is not sustainable beyond the short term, the alternatives can seem so unappealing that we choose not to consider them. In these cases, it often feels preferable to kick the can down the road. Many companies have reason to feel threatened by climate change, but some companies may feel that none of the options available to address the threat are in any way desirable. In these cases, avoiding the discussion (or even pretending the threat doesn’t exist) might feel more viable than looking at the danger straight-on.
Of course, we know that such companies, the reluctant nations Bond referred to and Marshall’s post-disaster communities are far from alone in struggling to come to terms with the fear of far-reaching and threatening change. Furthermore, one can imagine that for individuals, companies and countries, a larger and more existential threat might generate even greater reluctance.
Our commodity-exporting industries certainly have the emotional resonance needed to generate this type of attachment. Growing up in a Queensland mining family (a splinter group of an agricultural family at that), I know what it is to feel the ebb and flow of commodities industries almost viscerally. As the mining industry grew throughout my childhood, it felt as though Queensland did too – our wealth, our perception of ourselves in the world, and our confidence. I remember the luxury stores that opened their doors on Queen Street as the mining boom took flight. Alongside the growing number of stately modern headquarters dotted around town, these felt like glittering markers of our new place in the world. This was a temporary feeling – a giant breathing in, if you will. The same stores have now been aged by time as much as by finding themselves in a different economic context. But as a teenager, it felt as if our world and our esteem was expanding with the industry.
Perhaps, coming from that place and time, I am more inclined to read into this emotional resonance. But in the mining community in Queensland during the boom, the industry and the future and Us felt tightly wound – one and the same. What threatened one, threatened all. Feeling attached like this makes it difficult to think with any objectivity about things which threaten the industry. And when it comes to an energy transition, this emotional resonance might be enough to make one’s stance on transition a foregone conclusion.
Maybe as a consequence of these challenges, the Australian debate on transition has one more striking quirk, which is that we tend to speak about global change as if it’s something we control. Specifically, we speak about the industrial transition of others as if our choices will change theirs. As if our policy decisions will change what Asia, Europe or the United States does. This is risky for two reasons. First, we don’t get to choose whether climate change happens or not – or what the impacts are. Second, we don’t get to choose whether others respond to climate change or not, nor how they do so. What we decide to do on climate change matters, but possibly not for the reasons we think. We discuss climate change and international agreements as if pulling out of them will change something, or (even more hopefully) break a spell and convince the world that it was all a fantasy. This is magical thinking at its most fantastic and dangerous. Instead, what we do matters because it will determine how fast and successfully we respond to the challenge, and how the rest of the world treats us as it moves forward.
On the first point (speed and success), there is an industrial revolution presently afoot, and we have the natural and intellectual resources needed to succeed. However, we will not win this game if we refuse to get on the field. On the second point, if our choices take us in a different direction to others, then they are very likely to impose a variety of costs on us to ensure they don’t end up bearing our costs. Border-adjusted carbon prices are a good example of this – a policy mechanism under which a region can levy tariffs on imports which originate in jurisdictions without sufficient carbon constraints. These types of mechanisms allow regions to protect themselves and their industries – to transition without exposing their own economies to uneven competition. They might in some scenarios be used to protect these regions from us – from our high-carbon economy.
If we make certain choices, we may find ourselves playing a different game to large parts of the global economy, and paying for it on a number of fronts (including missed opportunities). We will miss the opportunity to win the game they are presently playing – one we are well set up to win. This is why it matters what we do – because it determines whether we’re on the field, or not. To miss the commercial layer of this conversation is at best to be incumbent, complacent and a bit distracted. At worst, it is to be unbelievably naive in the service of our own hope and nostalgia.
Given this, why is there reason for hope? First, although there are many famous examples of entities which failed to navigate their own incumbency, there are also many which succeeded. Companies that, understanding their own mental blocks, targeted the futures they wanted. In order for these futures to be in play for us, we will have to do as these successful incumbents did – explicitly work our way through our challenges, knowing that our mental gravity will pull us back. Tie ourselves to the mast, if you will.
There are signs of hope in a number of recent policy projects. Though it has not been much discussed, the first half of the COVID-19 Commission’s draft recommendations focuses very usefully on which advanced manufacturing activities might be built out in Australia. The Technology Investment Roadmap focuses on innovating through the problem and building new strengths and industries. CSIRO’s new national missions aim to focus and protect innovation for specific outcomes. Beyond these policy efforts, we have the resources and expertise to solve the problem. As with incumbents, there is no reason it shouldn’t be us that disrupts us – we merely (!) have to set ourselves on the path, find some rope, and perhaps use a little figurative wax to drown out the complaints of our established sectors.
A second cause for hope comes from outside Canberra, from the rest of Australia. I have framed the above discussion as if “we” are one entity. One community struggling to perceive the challenge, one group grappling with a single set of hopes and desires. This is, of course, not the case. Indeed, much of the furore I have described above is happening not in all of Australia, but in a much smaller, tighter arena, comprising Canberra and a collection of commentators. This arena is certainly extremely powerful. However, it is also a small and shrinking part of the national discussion on transition, likely because it has been so unwilling to engage on the topic to date and so has been effectively sidelined. Outside this arena, a growing majority of decision-makers are already putting in the work to navigate a transition.
When discussing the transition, many commentators elevate the importance of this small arena, equating a failure of federal transition policy with the failure of the nation as a whole. In some respects, this is true – overarching federal policy would speed up our response to the challenge and reduce the extent to which we make problems for ourselves in the future. It would boost our ability to compete in the game of our lives, ensuring that our footing is strong and that all our limbs are running together and in the right direction. It would make investment and action easier, faster, more competitive and more coordinated.
However, if Canberra fails on this issue – if our national leadership fails to ward off its own sirens – we still have many avenues for action. As Brett notes, every state or territory in Australia is presently committed to align with Paris. Many of our largest companies are decarbonising at a rate of knots (including some of our resource majors). Citizens, investors, regulators and companies alike are grappling with a transition – negotiating ways to hold one another to account, to invest despite uncertainty, and to innovate in the right direction with little assistance.
These decision-makers are pushing together towards the growth that we need to take the game (although, I will grant you, they argue every step of the way). When viewed as a whole, Australia looks very different to when viewed as Canberra. Recent history would suggest that our challenge will actually be addressed beyond Canberra and by other actors. Much of the action in Australia is now moving steadily in the right direction, despite the noise. As a major commodity exporting nation – and a major energy exporter – Australia faces a transition path which will be unlike those of many other developed economies. Nonetheless, it’s possible for our path to be one of growth. To achieve this pathway, we must remember that we’re more than just the apparently intractable fights which presently dominate our political conversations, and that we’re capable of functioning despite being threatened by change. Like a family living in a cyclone-hit delta, we cannot just rebuild the same house our grandparents lived in. Nor the one our parents lived in. To thrive in our distinct part of the world with our distinct history, we will have to innovate, tie ourselves to the proverbial mast, and build something that is designed for our future rather than only our past. Many of us are already building it.
Zoe Whitton
CRY ME A RIVER
Response to Correspondence
Since Cry Me a River was released, people have asked me what should be done to fix the problems in the Murray–Darling Basin. It would be easy to protest that if the politicians and water bureaucrats can’t solve the problem, it is wrong to expect a humble journalist to do so. Nevertheless, I agree with Gabrielle Chan, herself the author of impressive journalism on the Basin, that the numerous inquiries and reviews into the problems of the Basin have common threads, and that is the place to start. As Chan states, first there is the need for greater transparency. This should apply to who owns water and to water trades. When taxpayer money is spent on buying water, the reasons for the purchase, the price and the seller should be publicly disclosed. That, I would have thought, is neither a radical nor an unreasonable suggestion.
But there is a broader vibe about transparency. The acting chair of the Murray–Darling Basin Authority, Professor Stuart Bunn, talks about rebuilding trust – without saying how that trust was destroyed in the first place. Acts of radical transparency – around the research, the decision-making and the necessary compromises – are surely part of what is necessary. I accept the Authority has made some progress in its public communications. Much more is needed. Various grower groups will protest about commercial-in-confidence if water ownership is made transparent. I respond that in most states, if they sold land I would be able to find out what they sold, whether it was mortgaged and whom they sold it to – and probably for how much. Why should water be any different, particularly when it is a public asset, licensed to users?
What else? As Chan states, there are a number of reasons to suspect the efficiency schemes are not working as intended. There will be differences from place to place and scheme to scheme. Simple binaries will necessarily be wrong. But it seems that efficiency schemes and water trading are combining to increase the amount of land under irrigation. On top of this, if the return-flow figures are as dire as Quentin Grafton’s work suggests, their net result might be to reduce the amount of water in the rivers – a counterintuitive but devastating outcome. It’s awful that we don’t already know the answer to the return-flow issue, and also that we don’t know the quantum of floodplain harvesting and water kept in private storages in the Northern Basin. I think everyone agrees that priority must be given to improving our knowledge. It seems to me that it would be reasonable to pull back or even halt the spending on efficiency schemes at least until we know more.
As the Productivity Commission has suggested, the cheapest and surest way of clawing back water for the environment is for the government simply to buy it from willing sellers. I think history will conclude that Penny Wong was more right than wrong when, as water minister from 2007, she launched in with the government chequebook, without waiting for the Plan to be devised. It was a bold and imperfect action, but also effective. Nevertheless, I think that given the pain in rural communities, that effort shouldn’t be repeated without a more comprehensive attempt to address the problems of agricultural industries and the communities that rely on them.
The Productivity Commission has pointed out that buybacks get blamed for broader problems in regional Australia, and also that there is not a one-for-one relationship between loss of water and decline in agricultural production. Farmers who have sold water adapt. They use what they have more efficiently, and may also move into dryland farming. If mass buybacks were reinstituted, it should be as part of comprehensive rural and regional policy. The money saved from the efficiency schemes could be spent on putting this policy into effect – probably including health and education spending in the regions, and perhaps also with attention given to essential services such as local news outlets, already the target of special government assistance. Such policy would intersect with education, health, food security, sovereignty and perhaps also migration policy, if we want to encourage new arrivals to settle outside the cities. In other words, water policy and regional policy needs a whole-of-government approach. It needs to be at the centre of the best of professional politics and rescued from the world of cynical compromise and ad-hoc side deals.
As the essay records, neither side of politics has come up with such policies.
I wish I had stated it more clearly in the essay: the National Party – which is almost always awarded water and agricultural portfolios at both state and federal level – has proved itself not up to the job. The party we might most expect to develop rural and regional policy has failed the test both in governance and integrity, and in policy smarts. The National Party has tied itself in knots. It is now hopelessly conflicted, trying to fend off the fury of the Southern Basin farmers – and their support for independent candidates and the Shooters, Fishers and Farmers Party – while staying in with the cotton farmers of the north. It would put the Nationals out of their misery if the water portfolios were taken from them – but of course that won’t happen.
And the other parties don’t come out of it well either. Since Malcolm Turnbull left the Water portfolio, the Liberal Party, particularly in New South Wales, has stood back while the National Party messed up the implementation. Labor, as de Pieri outlines, has, since it lost power federally, mostly failed to engage.
There are exceptions to the National Party’s generally dismal record. It seems to me that former federal water minister David Littleproud did his best to manage the feral politics left by his predecessor, Barnaby Joyce, without surrendering policy integrity. When I finished Cry Me a River, it seemed there might have been a behind-the-scenes deal by Littleproud with Chris Brooks and the “Can the Plan” protesters to give them more water, using Mick Keelty’s review as a cloak.
That didn’t happen, and Littleproud held firm. Keelty’s report, released in April 2020, contained few surprises for those in the know, finding that there was no spare water simply lying around to be re-allocated, that the reduction of inflows was the main reason for water allocations being reduced, and that part of the explanation for why Brooks and his fellows had no water, while their Victorian neighbours on the other side of the river had some, was because of different state government approaches to allocations – with New South Wales running the system hard, and with less in reserve to cope with dry seasons. Littleproud has now left the portfolio, replaced by the National Party’s Keith Pitt, who oversaw another advance that could be seen as part of Littleproud’s legacy – the NSW government’s long-overdue lodgment of eleven of its water resource plans, with more to come.
The lodgment of those plans makes it apparent that the constant threats of NSW Nationals leader John Barilaro to pull out of the plan are nothing more than destructive showmanship, signifying nothing. Goodness knows why anyone thought Barilaro might be a good candidate in the federal seat of Eden Monaro. Southern NSW farmers would surely see right through him.
There have been other updates since Cry Me a River was published. The issue of the management of the lower lakes, and the status of Professor Peter Gell’s work, has been settled by an independent CSIRO review of the science, which was underway when I wrote. That review concluded that the lakes were predominantly fresh before European settlement, and that they were being managed in accord with the best available science. In other words, no easy water savings there either. Gell has things to say about this in his correspondence – and to unpick it all he says would take more words than I have available here. I will let his suggestion that I am biased because I am South Australian travel through to the keeper. Those who are interested can access the CSIRO report on the Murray–Darling Basin Authority website. Professor Tibby’s response to Gell’s work is shortly to be published in the journal Pacific Conservation Biology, which also published the paper of Gell’s that was so urgently pressed upon me by irrigators on the Murray.
In his correspondence, de Pieri wonders whether some of the political allegiances I outlined – such as the Australia Institute backing Chris Brooks and the Can the Plan protesters, who in turn have backed Shooters, Fishers and Farmers Party candidates – are “manoeuvres of last resort.” In this context, it is notable that Maryanne Slattery, another of my correspondents, has now left the Australia Institute. I sense a story behind that – one for another time, maybe.
I think de Pieri writes the Shooters and Fishers off a bit lightly. They are a mixed bunch, both in talent and political lineage, and suffer from all the usual pathologies of minor parties – but the best of their candidates would be eligible in any party, and are well across water politics. They carry the legacy of the rural independents – Tony Windsor, in particular. The voters of southern New South Wales have not necessarily been wrong to ditch the National Party in their favour.
As I think my essay made clear, I don’t necessarily share Slattery’s positive view of Chris Brooks’ contribution to water politics. As Cry Me a River records, Slattery herself has made an important contribution in bringing data on to the public record, in a climate of limited transparency from the authorities. And, granted, it is probably a good thing that it is now not only the cotton farmers of the Northern Basin who have a powerful political voice. Of course Brooks is within his democratic rights in giving voice to frustrated growers. But I don’t think his interventions so far have moved much beyond special pleading, and some of what he has done has given his supporters false hope, which is not a kindness. This is not the kind of contribution that builds capacity to tackle the problems and build good policy. In fact, I think Brooks has made it harder to do that. I would say the same of some of the contributions of the cotton industry.
Meanwhile, “Can the Plan” is a near-meaningless slogan. What is the alternative to improving the Plan we have?
Slattery, Foran, Rickards and Howie, from varying standpoints, all draw attention to different kinds of non-financial value in a healthy river system. Foran, in particular, draws on clear expertise to delineate the complexities of water and cotton and the implications for those of us whose connection to the Basin is only through what we wear and what we eat. Howie teases out better than I had room to do the achievements of the Plan in environmental outcomes, perhaps going some of the way to addressing what Bunn sees as my shortcomings. Certainly, South Australia is one of the best advertisements for the work of the Commonwealth Environmental Water Holder, and not only because the success stories are easily accessible to the casual traveller. Rickards is eloquent about the experience of working in the Murray–Darling Basin Commission, and rightly draws attention to the role of water in mining and coal seam gas production – issues I couldn’t tackle within my allocated word length. Beeson doesn’t like my tone, suggesting that I fail to recognise the significance and complexity of the achievement in negotiating a flawed plan through parliament. Readers can judge for themselves on that, but as I said in Cry Me a River, it is a kind of miracle that we have a Plan at all. However, that fact shouldn’t be used to dismiss serious problems in design and implementation. I agree with Beeson that the Plan is too important to fail, and Beeson agrees with me that the problems need to be part of wider policy debate. He emphasises water security. As I have already said, I would go broader.
The response from the Murray–Darling Basin Authority itself is submitted under the name of its acting chairman, Professor Bunn. As Mike Young elucidates, the fact that the MDBA has only an acting chair is part of the problem. The Authority has lacked a permanent chair since former Liberal MP Neil Andrew’s term expired in early 2019 – at the same time as the South Australian royal commission’s damning findings. The failure to recruit a permanent replacement is a lost opportunity, although one can understand that only the very brave would take on the job – that is, if they intended to do it well. Professor Bunn probably deserves credit he will never get for the thankless job of filling the gap.
Professor Bunn is a Griffith University academic with impressive credentials in water management. I found his response more remarkable for what it didn’t say than what it did. He says nothing about the problems with efficiency programs, and nothing about the return-flows issue, for example, and nothing about the call for a water audit. After putting our problems in an international context, he suggests Cry Me a River was constructed as a kind of fairy story, or to meet some template journalistic story arc. Again, readers can judge for themselves, and I will strive not to feel insulted. On the positive side, Professor Bunn’s response is remarkable for containing the clearest statement so far from the Authority that climate change “will undoubtedly require a revisit of the broader settings of the Plan.” And he talks about 2026, when the current arrangements expire, as bringing about such a comprehensive reset.
Mike Young gave me a key interview at the beginning of my project, and I am relieved that he thinks I “got it so right.” Certainly he would be the one to call me out if I had made errors!
Given Bunn’s acknowledgment of climate change and the need for a reset of the Plan’s fundamentals, it seems likely that Young’s proposal for a “shares” system will get another run in 2026, if not before. Young’s system seems to me to have a tough kind of fairness and flexibility built in, although, as he indicates, it would not allow us to escape from the hard realities that water inflows will decrease, and that means yet more hardship for rural communities – I would say increasing the need for broader policy responses.
There would still be plenty to argue about in putting a system such as Young suggests in place. What share should be reserved for the environment? What emphasis, if any, should be given to maintaining diversity in agriculture? Should compensation be paid for reductions in water shares for irrigators? And how much? But these are the arguments worth having. The problem with the sustainable diversion limit approach is that the complexities of understanding what water can be used by whom and when mean that is almost impossible for anyone to understand what is being done, let alone debate on the basis of clear data and sensibly argue for change.
Young and Slattery are unlikely to agree on much. He has faith in free markets. She argues for government intervention to protect values that are not only financial, such as food security and a diverse family farming sector. I won’t choose between them, but it seems to me the debate over a shares system might provide a framework in which these issues can be worked through, as well as incorporating other policy objectives around decentralisation and food security.
I imagine de Pieri would have been heartened when, almost as though he had read this correspondence, Labor leader Anthony Albanese made regional policy a feature of his May headland speech, saying that an “appropriate decentralisation strategy which boosts regional economic development and takes pressure off our capital cities should be at the heart of national economic development.” Albanese described a “once in a generation” chance to reshape our economy, including the possibility for businesses to move to the regions and money to be spent on river revitalisation. Of course, details were absent, but it is worth watching the space. If the 2022 election includes a contest over rural and regional policy, food security and resource management, that would surely be a good thing.
I also see some hope in the National Cabinet that has been created to address the COVID-19 crisis. If it persists after the immediate crisis has passed, surely one of the items on the top of its agenda should be the Murray–Darling Basin. Perhaps it could move past the depressing theatrics and zero-sum politics of the Murray–Darling Basin Ministerial Council and CHOGM. Notably, the National Cabinet includes no National Party members.
Meanwhile, the government’s response to the COVID-19 crisis has included a new emphasis on “sovereignty,” including food supply chains and with fertiliser manufacture in Narrabri at the top of the list of projects being promoted by the National COVID-19 Coordination Commission. This, too, suggests that rural and regional policy might be brought back into the centre of politics, not left to neglect and the world of cosy conversations and opaque political compromise.
Margaret Simons
CRY ME A RIVER
Correspondence
It’s 12 April 2020. I have just returned from walking at Plush’s Bend, 4 kilometres downstream from Renmark on the River Murray in South Australia. Here, 68 megalitres of Commonwealth environmental water is currently being delivered through a Renmark Irrigation Trust (RIT) pipe to a series of adjacent lagoons. Life is returning. Multitudes of martins and swallows glide and dip across the water surface. Dotterels skip along the edge and ducks work their way across its length.
Plush’s Bend has been a popular recreational spot with settler families for over 100 years. Before that, the area was populated by the Erawirung people. The many middens and scar trees are reminders that they lived here for thousands of years. The rich riverine landscape, with its myriad creeks, billabongs and tributaries, was one of the most densely populated areas in Australia before European contact. In recent times, the lagoons at Plush’s Bend have suffered from drastic water shortages, due to the infrequency of floods and high rivers. The large red-gums are all dead, as are many of the box trees on the terraces above. However, in the second year of environmental watering, natural regeneration of native vegetation is occurring. This modest example demonstrates the critical value of the Murray–Darling Basin Plan. Returning water for environmental purposes from an over-allocated system is one of its principal aims.
Margaret Simons’ essay is a lucid snapshot of where the Basin stands today. Through her many interviews, astute observations and evocative descriptions, she has captured the complexities of Australian politics, geography and culture with non-judgmental empathy. The vastness of the Basin means it is easy for communities to become insular. Her essay helps us connect with others living within the catchment.
My passion for the complex river landscape surrounding Renmark started early. Some of my fondest memories are of family outings swimming and picnicking at the Plush’s Bend sandbar, or of our father taking us fishing in a dinghy among the snags and roots of overhanging gums. I have a vivid memory of returning from one of these expeditions as a teenager in the late 1970s. Dad and I were driving along a dusty track across the expansive Chowilla floodplain, about forty kilometres upstream of Renmark. Vast numbers of dead and dying black box trees were silhouetted in the failing light. After decades of diminishing high rivers and floods, they were finally giving up.
My dad could remember Lock 5 being constructed when he was a young lad, in 1927. After labouring on the fruit block, he would spend his spare time swimming, camping, fishing and hunting. Back then, the floodplain still had regular cycles of wetting and drying. Later, when Dad was a hard-working fruit grower and irrigator scarred by war, the river and its surrounds were his solace. After all that time, to see those floodplains dying was a tragedy that affected him deeply.
Fortunately, the Chowilla floodplain has not been forgotten: it was one of the six Icon sites identified in the 2002 Living Murray restoration program. Money and water have been allocated to rehabilitate the wetlands, redgum forests and 20 per cent of the original area of black box vegetation. Environmental watering and floodplain rehabilitation have begun.
Closer to the township of Renmark, environmental water is being delivered via the RIT to areas of the adjacent floodplain that can be reached by piped infrastructure. There are now eight active sites, with another seven to be commissioned. Simons described these efforts as “surprisingly crude,” with “a piece of PVC pipe sticking out of the sand” – hardly “natural.” In some ways, she is correct. However, we are only at the beginning, and still learning how best to irrigate the floodplain. As unnatural as delivering water through a “plumbed landscape” may seem to someone unfamiliar with the process, we expect it to achieve outcomes that are similarly beneficial environmentally to natural flooding events. While we cannot replicate high river or flooding events, connection of many of the sites can be achieved with less water.
Real benefits have already been observed after only two years. Along with significant vegetation regeneration, multitudes of birds and frogs are returning, including Australia’s rarest waterfowl, the freckled duck. There has been amelioration of salinity-affected areas and importantly for RIT irrigators, the pipes are being flushed out, resulting in fewer blockages in on-farm filtration systems. The simple PVC pipe sticking out of the ground represents many years of hard work and goodwill among agencies required to initiate such a visionary, progressive project.
The project is administered by the Renmark Environmental Watering Committee, comprising representatives from the RIT, local government, government and non-government agencies, the Commonwealth Environmental Water Office, wetland ecologists and volunteers. The Committee has submitted detailed management plans to the Commonwealth Environmental Water Holder, necessary for the start of rehabilitation of the greater floodplain landscape surrounding the Renmark township. A great deal of research has gone into the project, it has a lot of support, and it is monitored closely.
Renmark was established by the Chaffey brothers and, with Mildura, is the oldest irrigation settlement in the country. Since 1887, it has supplied a diverse range of agricultural products to Australian cities and world markets, and consequently the floodplain landscape has absorbed the impacts of drainage, salinisation and logging for over 130 years. Environmental watering is perceived by some as a bit of a luxury. I believe this is because wetland and floodplain rehabilitation have never been valued adequately. The economic impact on agricultural production due to water being purchased for the environment can be quantified and consequently is often reported, but where are the metrics detailing the benefits to community wellbeing of having a healthy, rehabilitated landscape? How does one measure the educational reward for upcoming generations of studying floodplain management? Tourism and recreation opportunities are obvious economic advantages that have also been given little attention. In an egalitarian society, do we not have a responsibility to preserve our natural environment for all to enjoy, and to restore those parts of our world that have been damaged by our own misuse or neglect? How do you quantify the benefits of being in a healthy landscape for First Nations people and others who, like my father, endured mental and physical hardship? Ecological rehabilitation gives hope and social cohesion to communities. With our changing climate, this will become an absolute necessity.
Simons has achieved something rare. With her candid interviews, she has plunged into the complex workings of the Basin and rooted out core truths. She has detailed how the Plan was a bold and desperate attempt to address the chronic fundamental failings of the federal system and subsequent over-allocation of water. After many years in development, a figure for water buybacks was agreed upon which, in the end, pleased no one. Lack of scientific input, particularly of climate change modelling, is evident.
But despite widespread awareness of the Plan’s shortcomings, few people are aware of the gains. Environmental watering has had some real benefits. Infrastructure spending on properties in return for water buybacks has been beneficial to irrigators. New technologies have been used in upgrading water distribution, establishing on-farm monitoring equipment, netting crops, valve control automation and developing telemetric meter reading. These technologies are allowing growers to adapt to an increasingly water-constrained future.
As Simons mentions, the Renmark Irrigation Trust was recently awarded platinum certification by the Alliance for Water Stewardship. The AWS was founded in Australia during the millennium drought of the early 2000s, and modelled on the international Forest Stewardship Council. AWS certification has steadily grown worldwide and major companies have signed on. Recognition was given to the Renmark Irrigation Trust for its strong governance, efficient water distribution and drainage network, community partnerships and, more latterly, floodplain rehabilitation strategy. Although it is early days, AWS certification has made the Renmark Irrigation Trust take stock of how far we have come and has given some metrics to this. It has highlighted risks to focus on. It has given members a voice when discussing policy with government agencies. Educational and professional institutions are expressing interest in partnerships. New possibilities and networks for produce marketing are opening up.
I believe wider adoption of AWS certification by Basin irrigators and communities will strengthen networks, increase collaboration and highlight common goals. Through these environmental initiatives and cooperation mechanisms, I feel hopeful that there is a bright future ahead. Maybe we can work towards evolving from a Basin society to a Basin community.
R. Humphrey Howie
CRY ME A RIVER
Correspondence
I read Margaret Simons’ essay while isolating on our horticultural farm in Gippsland. To the north, the Basin’s headwaters snuggle into the folds of the Great Dividing Range; to the south is the massive Southern Ocean, source of frequent storms bringing us life-giving rains. As a farmer, I know the “magic” of irrigation – its productive power. I also love rivers, having devoted decades of my working life to restoring their health.
Simons offers many valuable insights into the byzantine relationships at the heart of Australia’s water politics. There is the mind-numbing complexity of the technocratic rules and reform agreements, with the incessant reviews and inquiries. She explains well how the ritualised consultations have failed to bridge the deep discord, tensions and disconnections between national policies and local concerns, despite an “average of more than one meeting a day” somewhere in the Basin, according to the Murray–Darling Basin Authority’s CEO.
I am deeply familiar with what Simons describes, but after more than thirty years working on water policy, the essay left me with a visceral, gut-wrenching sense of despair. What kind of nation does this to its rivers – repeatedly promising to restore them, yet failing to do so? And will this river crisis become a crisis of Federation – with High Court challenges looming?
During dull autumn weather, I mulled over this response. Crows raided the ripening fruit as the pickers gently stripped the orchard. I was sad and cranky. Like my former colleague at the Authority, Bill Johnson, I was grieving what we are losing. Not just the magnificent wetlands, like the Macquarie Marshes, once teeming with life, and the rivers, rich in fish and meaning, but also our collective faith in Australia’s “can-do” approach to complex public policy. Surely, I thought, we can do better? But then I asked: where are the grounds for optimism?
Simons suggests we can find some hope in the Basin’s vastness, the diversity of local initiatives and the separate evolution of the states’ water-management cultures – the more conservative southerners contrasting with the cavalier north, where cotton is king. She points out the substantive differences between the Darling and the Murray and describes the raw politics governing who gets what they want. There is little doubt that pro-irrigation interests have captured most of the water, the regulators and the public purse, cementing their influence over the precious waters of this drying continent. The Basin illustrates what Nugget Coombs described as a reverse lottery, where a few people win a little bit and everybody else loses a lot.
One of the Basin’s tragedies is that we have squandered a once-in-a-generation opportunity for critical reforms. Many structural problems remain unresolved, despite more than $20 billion spent on these reforms. According to the Productivity Commission’s estimates, this far exceeds the market value of all the Basin’s water entitlements. In this “user pays” era, no other sector has had such lavish treatment, yet many irrigators continue to complain, and noisily. However, no amount of money or protest will rectify the desiccating catchments, the declining inflows and the decreasing pool of water to share (as explained clearly in the recent Keelty report). A drying climate intensifies water conflicts. The maths is simple: there’s more demand and less water with which to fulfil it. There are disruptive transitions occurring in the Basin involving people’s lives and livelihoods. These are difficult and must be handled carefully. There are winners and losers.
Simons explains that the Murray–Darling Basin Plan has become a “lightning rod” for rural dissent. Codifying many pre-existing policies, like water markets, the Plan is the latest incarnation in a litany of inter-governmental agreements. In the 1994 COAG Water Reforms and the 2004 National Water Initiative, the state governments made ambitious promises about environmental flows (to be based on the best available science). Repeated failures to honour these commitments led to the Commonwealth interventions during the millennium drought.
Even with all the angst and the billions expended, the Plan may be consigned to history as yet another failure – perhaps simply too little, too late in a drying climate. Its success depends on the Commonwealth maintaining the political will and capability to regulate the states. To date, there is little evidence of this.
The Basin’s fundamental problem – the over-extraction of water – has been apparent for decades. In 1995, on the banks of the Darling at Pooncarie, Victorian premier Joan Kirner launched a special edition of the Australian Conservation Foundation’s journal Habitat – “The Darling: A river running out of time.” The contributions by Indigenous activist Badger Bates, Timothy Fisher (later Penny Wong’s water adviser) and me highlighted the dire consequences of expanding irrigation and floodplain harvesting upstream. Frighteningly, almost everything we warned about has transpired. Our efforts were then part of a broad-based coalition advocating a better deal for rivers, built on the successful Landcare alliance between the ACF and the National Farmers’ Federation. Unfortunately, recent attempts to resurrect this consensus approach have gained little support due to the increasing polarisation and toxicity of Australia’s water politics.
Climate change is exacerbating the impacts of over-extraction. As a senior executive for the Murray–Darling Basin Commission, and the Authority, between 2008 and 2013, I ran a significant risk-assessment program. We quantified the problems outlined by Simons – floodplain harvesting, climate change and reduced return flows. Unfortunately, the Plan’s wafer-thin risk-management section uses none of the findings.
For decades, science has repeatedly warned that climate change is the most significant threat to the Basin’s water resources, but the Plan comprehensively understates the climate risks and responds poorly to them. This is despite the Water Act requiring the MDBA to prepare a Plan that adjusts water use to the drying climate. South Australia’s royal commissioner, Bret Walker, found that the Authority failed dismally in discharging this responsibility. Inconceivably, given the weight of evidence, the Plan projects historical averages forward. Hostile climate politics and rabid climate denialism condemned any opportunity for serious climate adaptation. ANU historian Daniel Connell describes it as governments gambling against the climate and losing.
Debates about the Basin’s flows and climate always involve complex calculations and experts arguing about detailed models. While accurate figures are critically important, Simons’ essay leaves the impression that something deeper is rotten in the relationship between our nation and its rivers – a corrosive malaise, fuelled by cynical politics, is eroding our ability to act collectively, to commune and therefore to govern. A plague of duplicity, “doublespeak” and “blame-shifting” cripples the integrity of the Basin’s governance. There is constant fiddling with the numbers – creative water accounting. Without Maryanne Slattery’s tireless work in making these numbers transparent and public, few outsiders could understand them. In her work with the Australia Institute, she has helped expose how government spending has resulted in massive wealth transfers to some irrigators, with questionable public benefits.
Only a few stalwarts believe the reforms are working. Little in Simons’ essay provides hope for further substantive reform. Instead, many seem to have a dull acceptance that the best we can hope for is more tinkering with a broken system. Emblematic of this prevailing attitude is the concerning analogy used by the Authority’s CEO, Phillip Glyde. He described the Basin’s governance as “a really beat-up car that’s almost dead, and that we are trying to upgrade it as we’re driving it.” Governing the Basin is not and will never be akin to repairing or using any machine – it’s way more complicated. It requires navigating networks of human and institutional relationships and is therefore fundamentally social and intrinsically political.
As someone who has made my living as a farmer, environmental advocate and government executive, I am disturbed by the deepening divisions, declining optimism and lack of ambition for more just and accountable governing of the Basin. There is one certainty: governments and communities will continue arguing over these rivers. Therefore, we need inclusive, meaningful and productive negotiations, not more excuses, obfuscations, delays and blame-shifting. In this slowly unfolding national tragedy, I await anxiously the next act. I hope for some redemption – for the rivers and their people. However, regrettably, I fear the news will keep getting worse. I hope this fear is groundless.
Jason Alexandra
CRY ME A RIVER
Correspondence
South Australians have long been sensitive to the volume of water entering the state down the River Murray and the impact of eastern-state users on the resource. Taking a somewhat postmodern view of Cry Me a River, one might conjecture that an author brought up in Adelaide and holidaying in the South Australian Riverina would understandably be culturally challenged to advocate reducing the state’s water allocation to relieve difficulties experienced in the eastern states. So Simons readily concludes that South Australia’s secure allocation of 1850 gigalitres each year is based on the need to underwrite Adelaide’s water supply, flush salt inflows, support livelihoods and notionally retain the Coorong, Lower Lakes and Murray Mouth in the same condition as when they were listed for conservation in 1985 under the Ramsar Convention.
Simons is strongly supportive of the Plan, which aims to redeem up to 3200 gigalitres each year from irrigators for environmental purposes, keeping the lower lakes fresh, at a cost of $13 billion, and applauds the Guide to the Plan as “internationally peer-reviewed, scientifically based, open and transparent.” It is therefore surprising that Simons is unwilling to accept the results of an original, internationally peer-reviewed, scientifically based paper published in Hydrobiologia (2007), which posited that Lake Alexandrina was much influenced by seawater and had become more fresh over the last 2000 years. Instead, she privileges a 2009 SA government–commissioned report that reinterprets these original findings as evidence of a freshwater paleohistory.
The 2009 report did not provide any new data; nor did it scarcely acknowledge, let alone critique, the 2007 paper to justify the change in interpretation. A recent CSIRO review has since found that the SA report understated the influence of seawater. The most recent scientific evidence (from Sydney University), published in Nature Scientific Reports, has shown Lake Alexandrina to have been strongly influenced by the sea until at least 5500 years ago, and likely estuarine thereafter.
The 2009 report was posted on a state-government website without peer review and was cited in a SA government “factsheet” claiming that “diatoms found in 7000 years of sediments indicate the majority of Lake Alexandrina was fresh water in all years” (my italics). The Basin Authority’s watering plan also cited the report rather than the original 2007 paper when planning for a fresh Lake Alexandrina. I presented the contradiction between the data and the new interpretation in a keynote address at a conference in Glasgow in 2012, and later published it in The SAGE Handbook of Environmental Change.
It is only now, more than ten years after the report appeared on the government website, that some attempt has been made to justify the revised interpretation. In the absence of any new data, advocates have fallen back on the 1985 ecological character description to justify maintaining the lakes in a freshwater state, mistakenly believing that under the Ramsar Convention, Australia has an obligation to preserve the lakes in the state described at the time of listing. A past deputy secretary-general of Ramsar, in the peer-reviewed proceedings of an international conference, regarded this view as nonsense, because not all wetlands are pristine at the time of listing; such a determination would preclude nations from restoring sites should they wish; and it would effectively absolve all nations of the history of post-industrial degradation.
Simons’ conversation with John Tibby concerning whether the research may have contributed to the Ramsar listing is both illogical, given the confusion in timing (listing 1985; publication 2007), and nonsensical, as the description can be changed and Australia’s obligation is to the listing criteria, largely based on waterbirds and fish, rather than a character as described at a point in time.
The principal edict of the Ramsar Convention is the wise use of all wetlands. It would never be the intent of the convention to demand that a nation invest $13 billion to recover 3200 gigalitres of water from irrigation communities to enable a government to adhere rigidly to a character description written in 1985 and based on limited data. A change in listed ecological character can be sought at any time by the Australian government – with the support of the South Australian government. And there’s the rub: while many nations have changed site-character descriptions, such support seems unlikely, as South Australia has amply demonstrated its enthusiasm for the 1985 description.
Under a drying climate and rising seas, it is inevitable that at some point Australia will have to relent on the commitment to a fresh Lake Alexandrina. When it does, we can remove the stake in the sand that says South Australia is entitled to 1850 gigalitres each and every year and begin to adopt basin-scale adaptation pathways to a different future. This may entail treating salt loads at source rather than running the river as a drain, reinstating natural estuarine variability and allowing for the daily rise and fall of the tides, providing for threatened fish that do not prefer their water to be fresh, and looking for other sources of water to avert catastrophic acidification upon the next drought. Yes, the Murray–Darling Basin is a tragedy; its rehabilitation will require us to envisage a sustainable future for all the people and environments in the Basin, and may require communities to give up some of the endearing lifestyles that hold people to place, for climate change will bring challenges that require Basin-scale thinking and multilateral cooperation.
Peter Gell
CRY ME A RIVER
Correspondence
Finally: a comprehensive explanation of how the Murray–Darling Basin Plan is unfolding. Margaret Simons’ essay is a handy manual for all those who care about the future of this country. She has given the reader a ball of string with which to enter the Murray–Darling labyrinth. But while “manual” suggests a dry, technical piece of writing, Simons also captures the raw, everyday reality of the people who live in the Basin or are affected by the Plan.
I have lived and worked in north-west Victoria, on the Murray, for almost thirty years. In that time I have witnessed floods and droughts, the steady decline of inflows (no doubt attributable to climate change), the disappearance of small farms and the corporatisation of agriculture, and the transformation and shrinking of rural politics at the federal level, where “rural” and “regional” now mean de facto opposition to any sensible reforms. I have also witnessed the retreat of the ALP, a party to which I once belonged, from any form of regional involvement. Country Labor, whatever there was of it, has vanished. All policies now emanate from Canberra or the metropolitan centres. This is most evident in the bush. Here, only genuine independents voice alternative views. Some have received tacit support from the ALP, but mostly the ALP regards them as a sideshow. Except when they matter, as during Gillard’s term in office.
Margaret asserts near the beginning of her essay that the ALP cannot win government without engaging with the regions, especially those where water plays a fundamental role. She says it almost in passing, and it is supported by a statement by me that she quotes towards the end of the essay. Phillip Adams failed to pick up on this point when talking with Margaret on Late Night Live; so did other interviewers. It made me suspect they had not read the essay fully. How else could such a big assertion be missed?
Labor needs a grand reform vision, both as a way to replace the confused conservative government (which abandoned all its economic theories overnight during the COVID-19 crisis) and as a roadmap for what it might achieve in power. The vision should be based on the fact that the cities and regions are interdependent. Historically, the Nationals have hijacked one half of this equation, arguing that the city owes the country. This is an essential part of the larger ideological apparatus behind the often supine Coalition partner. It is regularly used to bash moderate members, especially when it comes to climate and energy policies. The Nationals are magisterial in talking up their myths: that farmers produce food and fibre for the nation and the world, which entitles them to a seat at the government table, where they can shape policies in their own image and, above all, for their convenience. They have been at that game forever. It might have served country people well in the past, but today, with corporate agriculture taking over vast swathes of production, the word “farmer” means something else, and we all have a stake in the consequences.
The Nationals have become the toys of the coal industry and large corporations. The damage this has inflicted on this country is incalculable. It has happened in full view. While the media report on individual National stupidity, drunkenness or other shenanigans, less attention is paid to that fact that together with the hard right of the Liberal Party, they have run the nation into a hopeless cul-de-sac on water and energy.
In the absence of the ALP, the task of providing a contrast to the Nationals on almost every vital issue – from water and conservation to food security – has fallen to the Greens. Simons notes in her essay that Maryanne Slattery, formerly of the Authority, has supported dairy farmers and others who hate the Plan and want to see it “paused,” if not repealed. I imagine Slattery reasons that since things cannot get any worse, why not mobilise the discontent against the Nationals, who are responsible for the mismanagement of our rivers, especially in New South Wales. That is clever politics. The Institute is led by Ben Oquist, former adviser to Bob Brown. To me, it looks like a manoeuvre of last resort and I am left to wonder what monsters might be born of populist support for the Shooters and Fishers!
Can the ALP shift its focus just enough from whatever it is currently running on (or from) to include vital environmental policies? Could agriculture and country life be managed by healthy, well-looked-after, smart regional communities? Could the ghastly, outdated, but still evident, ideological gap between cities and country finally be bridged?
Such an expansive, democratic vision might start by honestly interrogating whether it is necessary to compromise and damage our waterways, the lifeblood of biodiversity, to produce such a vast quantity of food – far more than we need. Are a few billion dollars’ worth of exports, especially cotton, worth the degradation of 70,000 kilometres of river? There is no imperative to produce food and fibre for the world, just as there is no imperative to produce coal. Our primary goal should be to maintain healthy environments where communities can thrive with an agreed quantity of water use in a manner that is beneficial to people and nature.
To ensure sustainable use, all water diversions should be measured in real time. Who knows what such an exercise would reveal about current water allocations? Then water trading should be modified, so that it is not only those with deep pockets who can survive in tough times. Surely there are scientists and economists who could design a revised trading system that, through genuine community consultation, could achieve the twin goals of environmental health and equity. In exchange for curbing the over-extraction of water, communities could be given much more generous funds for transport, education and health. At the moment, massive water use in agriculture generates profits for foreign entities, creating a false sense of wealth in river communities.
At this critical time, it is a concern that the shadow minister for agriculture is Joel Fitzgibbon, whose defence of coalmining after Labor’s loss at the last election was proposed as a solution for regional areas. It is also a worry that some in the ALP argued publicly during the recent election post-mortem that the party should concentrate only on city seats. This would see Labor miss the opportunity to reinvigorate itself through active engagement with regional communities.
Of the three Southern Basin states, perhaps only Victoria has the critical environment necessary for developing such policies and feeding them to federal Labor. NSW water management is still in the same hopeless hands as ever, and South Australia’s current Liberal government has no vigour. The states play a major role in water management and determine a lot of what happens on the ground. I cannot see how a narrow victory by the ALP at the next federal election – if there is a victory – could be lasting and robust without genuine engagement with the regions on water management. How can one govern when a large chunk of the productive population is not included in your vision, a population that lives on the very sites, in or out of the Basin, that are the cause of so much national division and pain?
Stefano de Pieri
CRY ME A RIVER
Correspondence
In the early years of the millennium drought I worked as an in-house consultant to the Murray–Darling Basin Commission (now the Murray–Darling Basin Authority). In this role I developed a strong sense of the double reality Margaret Simons describes at the heart of the Basin planning woes. The MDBC corporate services sat at the top of the building. Up there, water existed only as a faint scent among the spreadsheets and carefully worded communications. It was a tense world, dominated by suits, ministerial demands, meeting agendas, whispers and double talk. Our job was to help hold together the fragile inter-state agreements needed to maintain the Basin’s fragile flows.
On the lower floors of the building was another world, still within the MDBC but full of muddy boots, posters, maps and plants. During lunchtime runs up Mount Ainslie, I got to know some of the ecologists, hydrologists and others involved. Seemingly always dressed for field work, they had a palpable passion for water and rivers, for their work on streams and threatened species here, and local communities and fish traps there. Rather than the dry legal documents I had to wrangle upstairs, their work was about lively watery places, and the plants, animals and people inhabiting them. Yet it was also pervaded by a sense of frustration and even futility. They pumped me for detail on the decision-making upstairs to try to understand why their work seemed to be blown one way, then another. It was clear to all of us that their scientific research was not only inherently difficult, but also prone to misuse and neglect. It was not long before I quit.
Simons’ story of her road trip around the Basin sharply illuminates the schism between the high-level governance of the Basin and the intimate details and messy complexities of actual places. But this is not a simple government-knocking tale. Simons’ essay carefully illuminates many of the “horizontal” schisms that also characterise Basin planning, notably those between groups distinguished by location, identity and their interest in water. High-level, national policies like the Basin Plan are needed because of the fierce and often unfair competition among different water users, including those barely recognised as legitimate users, namely traditional owners and ecosystems. While the high-level view can callously ignore the anguish of local communities and the destruction of unique places, it can also reveal critical longer-term and larger-scale patterns that are often imperceptible or unpalatable to those on the ground. This perspective is vital to ensuring that the interests of the public and of marginalised groups are protected against brash and powerful commercial interests. The pressing need for environmental flows, to maintain the health of the river system and the myriad communities that rely on it, is one such pattern.
Simons highlights the way advocates for (and against) environmental flows often wrestle with the question of what is natural. The fraught notion of a “natural baseline” is always on the verge of collapsing under the weight of the rivers’ variability and the effort of pretending that the world is static and the continent was empty before settlers. On the other hand, the natural baseline is a badly named but pragmatic tool for addressing the grim reality of a critically over-exploited system.
To my mind, the problem is not that the system designed to generate environmental flows utilises the idea of a natural baseline, but that it is based on a narrow, capitalist notion of “unused” resources as waste. In the coal and coal seam gas basins with which many water basins – including the Murray–Darling Basin – are entwined, the resource being “wasted” is coal or gas “left sitting underground,” as if it has been caught idle. In water basins, the waste in question is water “left just flowing” through natural systems, whether in rivers, lakes or underground. As Simons notes, many Northern Basin irrigators see “water sent to the sea as ‘waste’.” Efforts to recover water for Murray–Darling Basin ecosystems and for downstream users have had to challenge this perverse ethic, arguing that their water flows are vital and productive. But at the same time, the system established to achieve greater environmental flows risks reinforcing this mindset by targeting water flowing from farms back to rivers as a waste to be captured and put to productive use. It also downplays the strong potential for the Jevons paradox: the situation, common in energy efficiency programs, whereby savings – in the absence of absolute limits – are used to fuel business expansion and increased resource use in pursuit of profits. Unlike natural baselines, the naturalised logics of capitalism are rarely contested.
The same capitalist interpretation of waste underpins the idea that water should be freed from under-performing users such as rivers and allowed to flow via magnetic market forces towards “higher-value” users. This notion is paper-thin at best, flimsy make-believe at worst. Value refers here to how much money an actor can extract from a certain use at the time, given the economics of production. It does not include the benefits an option could provide for others, including local communities, landscapes or river systems. It does not include the costs (“externalities”) imposed on others by a certain water use, including the actual wasting away of World Heritage wetlands downstream. And it does not include long-term declines in value and the related risk that investments (whether almond trees, irrigation infrastructure, coalmines or small towns) will become stranded assets as climate change intensifies.
Simons notes that climate change projections for the Basin are dire, but skips the detail, pointing instead to the “million-mile stare” that commonly comes over farmers when the topic is raised. This sense of climate change as a paralysing future threat obscures the fact that it is already here, inseparable from the contemporary problems she documents, such as drought, community stress and changing consumer preferences. The “reliable” snow melt that she suggests distinguishes the Murray and Murrumbidgee rivers from those in the Northern Basin is already unreliable. The average rainfall and stream-flow figures that she uses to explain the Basin are already falling. These declines are unfolding not smoothly but jerkily, as abrupt step changes. Shifts in the timing of rainfall from cooler to warmer seasons mean that stream flow is vanishing far more quickly than the rainfall itself, and rain is increasingly arriving in short, sharp, damaging bursts. The impacts on river and stream systems are being compounded by concurrent climatic extremes and disasters, including the recent bushfires that, combined with floods and land clearing, have polluted dwindling water supplies. This includes urban water supplies – a topic that Simons does not discuss in detail, but is another reason the Murray–Darling Basin, and coal and coal seam gas basins, cannot be left to profiteers. As people in many rural areas already know, drinking water cannot be taken for granted.
How much the climate will change depends on how much more greenhouse gas is expelled into the air. How serious the impacts of climate change are will depend also on how well we adapt. Locking in water-hungry, energy-intensive land uses that return little to local communities other than some short-term jobs is one of the daftest pathways on offer, but it seems to be the one that current policies support. The irony is that even in the absence of basic funding, more innovative, prosperous, equitable, democratic and regenerative approaches are being fostered in pockets across the Basin by broadminded farmers, Catchment Management Authorities and new organisations.
It seems inescapable, reading Simons’ Cry Me a River, that a powerful subset of political interests is exploiting the Basin in more ways than one. Existing environmental water savings are a great achievement, but far below where they should be. The question is why. Simons rightly argues that the complexity of the Basin’s challenges cannot be reduced to a simple blame game, but it is evident that a convergent set of interests keep reaping short-term profits from the Basin while others increasingly suffer. In theory, this is not about the dominance of certain agricultural sectors (for example, cotton and almonds) over others, because not only are these sectors diverse, but their power also rests on the “higher value” their commodities demand at the time. Indeed, today’s privileged sectors are not immune to water being redirected from them to still “higher value” (wealthier) users. As Basin irrigators fighting coal seam gas are finding, the “waste” of most interest is unused resources, not pollutants or degradation. Those pushing water towards the wealthiest and largest users of the Basin seem entwined with those vaporising the Basin’s future rainfall by aggressively supporting a high-emissions pathway. Clearly, the once-agrarian National Party and their corporate allies are involved in this. But complex horizontal schisms characterise the Basin on the ground, as well as at state and federal political levels. Perhaps the one consistency is that those who are gaining the most are the ones who fervently believe that such an outcome is natural. It is a disheartening conclusion, but it reveals the diversity of those cast aside and thus the many potential alliances that could be forged to help rescue the Basin from the double sentence of deepening exploitation and climate change.
Lauren Rickards
CRY ME A RIVER
Correspondence
What an affair of the heart Margaret Simons’ Cry Me a River offers the weary water watcher. Several things struck me on reading this stupendous essay. Indigenous understanding and narratives reminded me how “pump and drain” our management has become. We hide behind spreadsheets and models, buffered by our leafy suburbs and café culture. And what a trip Margaret had, driving the dusty, corrugated roads while sniffing along a river reach for an insight. I grin when I think of the pub sessions, the reticence on the first beer and then the flood of indictments on the fifth or sixth, and those “million-mile stares” when interviewees considered climate change. Finally, I found myself acknowledging the positions of most interviewees, whether they were up to their armpits in dead fish or politically nuancing a fine policy point in a Canberra bureau.
Given a century of chaos and politicking, it’s understandable that Cry Me a River does not end with a neat five points for action. Rather, Simons appeals to us to find a way through, as time is running short:
The political obstacles, the hate, the unfairness and the potentially catastrophic gaps in our knowledge obscure what an achievement it would be for the Murray–Darling Basin Plan to succeed. A voluntary scheme to peg back use of an overstretched resource would be close to unprecedented in the world. Perhaps, in the face of the evidence, it might mean there is hope for our system of governance, for our politics, and for us all.
I was never part of the “water wars,” but I worked in a CSIRO group that brought together all the physical bits that make the Australian economy tick (the physical economy) and crafted it into a coherent analytical framework to aid consideration of big policy questions such as human population, marine fisheries, energy and greenhouse, and land and water. This gave us the helicopter or million-square-kilometre view. We ended up in all sorts of policy strife when today’s settings were kicked down the road to 2050 or so. Many of my close colleagues were deep in the fight, being told their attitudes were “career-ending,” as they argued through the big numbers required to regain the function and fluency of the Basin. I remember returning to a head-office storm in Canberra after I spoke to a Queensland parliamentary committee during a drought and proposed we all pay a cappuccino tax of fifty cents per cup to bolster the struggling dairy industry and share the pain.
“Why is this all so hard?” we ask, as we read Simons’ essay. Part of the explanation lies in economic theory. When quants discuss policy shocks to the economic system, they assume that production is a function of capital and labour. The 1987 Nobel laureate Robert Solow explored this in the mid-1950s, finding there was a sizeable lump (the so-called Solow residual) left over after labour and capital; this is now called “multi-factor productivity” or “how bright and innovative we are.” When two physicists, German Reiner Kummel and American Robert Ayres, got hold of the problem, they found that energy use explained all of the Solow residual. In other words, the physical world is central to economic production. Failure to acknowledge this underpins the intractability, anger and water theft reported throughout the essay. Thus, to run the numbers properly, productivity must be a function of capital, labour, energy and materials (p = k,l,e,m), water being a material central to production. The dissonance Simons’ essay describes in water policy (and equally, federal energy policy) is because these physical determinants of production are not accepted fully within ideology or analysis. Today’s water prices better value the scarce water resource and, as Simons details, water is sent to almond growers, leaving rice growers high and dry. But as with the electricity market, spot dollar prices alone do not keep the river flowing or the lights on. Until we broaden the value equation, there will be no peace in the Basin.
Cry Me a River necessarily deals in big numbers: gigalitres (GL or one billion litres), which contain many Olympic swimming pools; and my favourite – Sydney Harbour Equivalents, or SYDARBs. So now for a few more important terms. Simons’ essay focuses on “blue water,” the stuff in dams, aquifers and getting choked in the Barmah Choke. Equally important is “green water,” the stuff stored in the soil where we grow our grains and pasture our animals. There is also “white water,” the stuff in air transpired by plants. Clearing the bush over the last 220 years for crops and pastures resulted in a lot of big shifts between these buckets, and “green water” will now be critical to the future of the Basin. Continent-wide land-clearing reduced water transpired by native vegetation (white water) by 340,000 gigalitres, roughly fifteen times the amount of blue water we manage nationally, a seismic alteration we’ve been trying to band-aid over ever since. Given the halving of inflows to the Basin reported by Mick Keelty’s review, radically revamping on-farm custody of green water is an even bigger challenge than the blue water chaos Simons details. Charles Massey’s Call of the Reed Warbler describes the efforts of regenerative farmers to implement a modern agriculture based on soil structure, water-holding capacity and nutrient cycling. Parsimony in blue and green water management will dictate the Basin’s ability to feed, clothe and help balance trade in the twenty-first century.
Then there is “virtual water.” The Basin exports water embodied in goods and services, and the nation imports it as well. Nationally, one year’s analysis showed that we exported 7500 gigalitres’ worth of “blue water” and imported 3500 gigalitres, a net loss of 4000 gigalitres. Mostly commentators would consider this acceptable and would note “competitive and comparative advantage,” “we help feed the world” and so on. The 4000-gigalitre trade deficit is an interesting bucket, considering it is the same amount many river ecologists agree is needed to restore the Basin to ecological health.
Now for some more terminology used in water accounting: “scarce water flows,” water traded in our “dry water economy.” Scarce water is much the same as the untouched baseflows which, as Simons relates, Mike Young tried to get Minister Turnbull to include in the Water Act and was told, “Mike … you are no longer being useful.” Australia is among the top ten exporters of scarce water internationally, joining countries such as India, Pakistan, Syria, Egypt and Turkmenistan. Top scarce water importers include Japan, Germany, the United States, the UK and France, who use trade advantage and established production chains, some from colonial times, to acquire their needs. The reckoning here is not just that we export scarce water, but whether we get appropriate financial and social returns from doing so. Cry Me a River argues unequivocally that we do not.
Virtual water, the sum total of blue water embodied in the global production chain, can be used for good (measuring, monitoring and improving) or as a means of abuse (attacks on commodities and industries). A cursory Google search tells us 1 kilo of beef on a plate requires 20,000 litres of virtual water or more. Therefore, doing without 1 kilo of beef allows you to shower guilt-free for a year. However, forensic accounting of beef farms in Australia and New Zealand produces a figure of between 20 and 500 litres per kilogram of beef on the plate, depending on the production system. Green water (soil water from rainfall) should be excluded and blue water alone included in such accounting. Irrigated forage, whether in field or for feedlot, increases the virtual water content and so provides consumers with the timely, quality product we demand. So too for milk production, which can vary from 50 to 1000 litres of blue water per litre, depending on the amount of irrigation, grain and concentrate used in the production system.
And so to the perceived problem of cotton – regional development king, international trade darling and water harvester of the northern flows. Top cotton farmers use around 3000 litres of water per kilogram of cotton lint for spinning. The untold story is cottonseed, over half by weight of the big round bales you see in the field. Cottonseed oil gets high marks for the deep-frying of Friday fish and chips, while the high-protein cottonseed cake remainder underpins animal production chains in poultry, pork, beef and dairy. The Basin’s cotton producers and water activists need to acknowledge this production mix and its advantages more fully. So too the Australian consumer, who needs to understand better where food and clothing come from. The chance to spin and weave Australian cotton locally was unfortunately another missed opportunity. Industry leaders tried to interest Australian banks in a high-tech robotic plant that would equal the production capacities and prices of our low-wage Asian neighbours, where our cotton is processed now. Sadly, our banks backed the IT frenzy of the time and now Basin water provides few downstream jobs in domestic cotton production.
In Cry Me a River, Simons impressed me with the technical accuracy of her succinct and fluent explanations. Navigating the conflicting analyses of the bottom lakes was deftly done. Taking on the concept of water-use efficiency and “water rebound” – the work of John Williams and Quentin Grafton – requires wide exposure to the policy world, where efficiency and growth are the mantras of our times. Who would believe that implementing efficiency would actually give less water flow, and that a billion-dollar efficiency investment was yet another industry subsidy at a time of water crisis? Initially it is hard to accept that replacing flood irrigation with centre pivot giants and drip-lines gives bad river outcomes for an over-used basin. But it’s obvious when you think about it: water applied just to the cropping rootzone allows little to seep away and so maintain the river downstream.
Given the unruly and competing interests that Simons presents, it is inevitable that she avoids indicating how Australian consumers and citizens might moderate her “cry” to an occasional whimper. The response to COVID-19 will result in the retreat of extreme globalisation and changes in our consumer mindset, so what can we do about water and the Basin? Below are some suggestions:
- Buy Australian wherever possible and look for the label stating how much of the product is home-grown. Get to know the growers and food processors who advertise how they are improving water and nutrient management. The Ricegrowers’ Association of Australia is a good place to start.
- Leave one-dollar-a-litre milk and similar products on the shelf. This market furphy is sending milk growers broke and vastly undervalues the real value of water and the services required to better manage the Basin.
- Own fewer cotton clothes and wear them until they fall apart on you. I’d love to tell you all about Australian value-adding in weaving and garment manufacture, but apart from a weaver or two of organic and recycled cotton and some R.M. Williams classic lines, it’s a thin story.
- Vegies, fruit and dairy staples always pose a problem for the water frugalist, as they require around 1000 litres per kilogram of product, more for concentrates like butter and cheese. So eat according to the health guidelines, avoid food waste and, if you can, grow some leafy greens with tank water.
- If you eat red meat, purchase grass-fed beef and lamb. This avoids hand-wringing about industrial feedlots, and fodder crops are grown with green water from rainfall rather than blue water. The white meats, chicken and pork, have a lower impact, but high-protein concentrates in feeds that might be dryland grown or irrigated can be an issue – producers should publish their production mix.
- Pasta is more water-frugal than rice if grain comes from dryland agriculture. But this should not diminish Australian rice, which has developed good environmental credentials.
- For almond milk consumers there is some difficult news. A 2018 peer-reviewed life cycle analysis shows it has the highest environmental impact across all categories (including embodied water), five times that of soy milk and twice that of cow milk.
- Finally, to the Friday night tipple, where beer mostly wins. This is usually made with rain-grown barley and irrigated hops, plus process water. Irrigated wine is much like irrigated milk and fruit juices, at 1000 litres per litre of product. Consider rain-grown wine; it is more expensive, so pay more, drink less.
Cry Me a River never flags. Simons writes with literary assurance, untangling complexity as she goes. She punches through the facts, figures, character assassinations and war stories, but then calms you with a place, a person and a rounded thought. This is writing of the highest calibre.
Barney Foran
CRY ME A RIVER
Correspondence
My most recent trip along the Darling River, from Wentworth to Brewarrina and beyond, was in late October 2019, just a short time before Margaret Simons’ own journey. I can readily confirm her reports of the resigned and frustrated attitudes of people in the river communities.
The chequered history of the development of the Basin Plan can be written in different ways. For those of us who were interested at the time, both the battle to get a supportable and workable plan and the intense criticisms over water allocations are hard to forget. I thought the tone of Simons’ comments in places seemed at odds with the significance and complexity of the plan and the fact that a major landmark reform ultimately achieved approval in both houses of parliament, despite the government not having a majority in the Senate. An example is her observation that the government of the day “apparently had no strategy to deal with the political consequences – other than to crumble.” At the time, there were many – including me – who urged the minister to seek a more ambitious target for environmental water recovery. However, there is a strong likelihood that such a target would not have been approved by the Senate, as Simons acknowledges. While the Plan approved by the parliament was not ideal from many points of view, it was major reform in a conflicted area, to which federal and relevant state and territory governments committed, and it received international recognition. Where it is now failing is in its implementation.
Simons has rightly identified a terrible array of obstacles that together constitute an almost insurmountable hurdle to successful implementation of the Plan. On top of this, she argues that “the politics have become close to unmanageable.” It is hard to disagree. However, despite this, a way forward must be found. The Basin Plan is too important to fail. The problems caused by the over-allocation of water and the continued threat of increasing water scarcity will not go away by themselves.
We should address three fundamental and interrelated factors if we are to make progress: context, status and leadership.
Context
A serious weakness of the current approach is that the Murray–Darling Basin Plan is treated in isolation. It sits out on its own, rather than being framed as part of one of the great challenges facing our country: water security. In the driest inhabited continent on the planet, to ensure a reliable and sufficient supply of water of suitable quality everywhere it is needed will always be an issue. At present, water scarcity in Australia is increasing, due to decreased rainfall in some parts of the country, including the south-east; increasing population; and greater demands for water for agriculture. Climate change is making the situation worse. Capital cities and many inland towns and cities have been forced to introduce water restrictions in recent years, and seawater desalination plants have been built in five of the capital cities. In some inland towns and farms, water has had to be trucked in. The south-west of the continent, including the Western Australian grain belt, has experienced decades of drying, to a far greater extent than was predicted in the 1980s. As occurs in all droughts, the recent drought in eastern Australia, especially in New South Wales, has intensified the difficulties and hardships of seasonal dry periods.
Important initiatives have been made and are continuing to be made in water conservation, the use of recycled water and stormwater, using aquifers for storage and later recovery, increasing productivity of the available water, and in water-efficient design. These methods have been used variously in towns, cities, farming communities and specifically in irrigation, including the transport of water and its application to crops. Before it was abolished in 2014, the National Water Commission performed a valuable role in this area, including supporting the use of recycled water and making strategic investments in managed aquifer recharge. It also had the role of auditing the implementation of the Basin Plan.
The point here is that the pressing need to redress over-allocation of water in the Murray–Darling Basin must surely be seen as part of the broader imperative to ensure reliable water supplies to all communities for personal, domestic, commercial, industrial, agricultural and recreational needs. Also in this mix should be a national strategy to deal with the periodic droughts which inevitably occur, rather than taking panic actions when these droughts are upon us. Viewing the issue this way would encourage more coherent policy development, and help those outside the Basin, specifically city dwellers, to better understand the significance of the Murray–Darling Basin Plan.
Status
Water and how it is managed is a high national priority. Ensuring the long-term sustainability of the Murray–Darling Basin is a nation-building project, especially given the Basin’s centrality in food and fibre production and its contribution to the nation’s economy. It easily ranks in importance with other, more readily recognised nation-building projects, such as the Sydney Harbour Bridge, the Overland Telegraph Line, the Kiewa Hydro-Electric Scheme or even modern-day road or rail projects. Yet it does not appear to have this status in the wider community or in official circles. It is not recorded on lists of major infrastructure projects, nor is it referred to as a nation-building project in discussions about the Basin. It appears as a poor cousin to other significant projects, and mostly as a source of inter-region, inter-state and state–federal conflicts, the reasons for which are too complex for all but specialist professionals to comprehend. This lowly status works against recognition of its significance to the wider community, and consequently against effective accountability for actions taken and resources expended. It also misses out on the psychological value in recognising it as a nation-building project.
Leadership
Past successful Australian nation-building projects have been supported by strong leadership from state or federal governments, or, in the case of multi-state projects, both – and sometimes from an individual champion as well (for example, J.J.C. Bradfield for the Sydney Harbour Bridge). This key feature has been missing from the implementation of the Basin Plan for several years. In fact, the federal Coalition government has been backing away from the Plan since 2014. It has given priority to infrastructure developments over much cheaper water buybacks, lowered the target for environmental water recovery, provided lax oversight of water-trading rules, and cast doubt on the feasibility of achieving additional savings of 450 gigalitres, to which all parties had previously agreed. The government has consistently ignored the recommendations of credible independent bodies – the Productivity Commission, the South Australian royal commission, the Australian Academy of Science – despite a strong level of agreement in their major recommendations. An independent review in 2017 found that some states, especially New South Wales and Queensland, showed an alarmingly low level of compliance with the Plan when it came to water extraction, and a conspicuous lack of transparency. As Simons records, New South Wales also makes regular threats to withdraw from the Plan, despite having committed to it in 2012.
Normally, we might expect the necessary national leadership to come from the relevant minister in the federal government, but this too has been lacking in recent years. As Simons illustrates, leadership has been abdicated in favour of side deals to satisfy sectional interests. In a telling move, responsibility for water policy and resources was shifted from the Department of the Environment to the Department of Agriculture in 2015. In a further change, in February 2020 a new combined department with three ministers came into being: the Department of Agriculture, Water and the Environment. To whom might we now look for the crucial leadership of the Murray–Darling Basin Plan? The Minister for Agriculture, Drought and Emergency Management (presumably the senior minister)? The Minister for the Environment? Or the Minister for Resources, Water and Northern Australia? Water security issues are involved in all three ministries.
Somehow out of this confusion of responsibilities, strong leadership for implementing the Basin Plan must emerge. One of the factors that makes the Murray–Darling Basin policy so problematic is that consistent commitment at the state level is also crucial. However, the whole policy must be led at the national level, so the federal government is the place to start. There are examples of successful large-scale agricultural and environmental reforms involving cooperation between federal and state governments. Simons mentions the management of salinity in the 1980s and ’90s. Another is the Great Artesian Basin Sustainability Initiative, which involved capping hundreds of uncontrolled artesian bores, replacing thousands of kilometres of open earthen drains and establishing a basin-wide monitoring and information network. It stopped decades of waste of valuable water and widespread environmental degradation, and brought major benefits for the landholders involved.
If these three issues are resolved – a broader focus on water, ensuring it has a high status in the Australian community, and strong and unwavering leadership – other urgent matters can then be addressed. These include: a pause on so-called efficiency projects, a comprehensive water audit, a plan for the collaborative involvement of affected communities, a plan to ensure the water market works effectively, and a transparent monitoring and evaluation regime that promotes continual improvement. Effective use of expert advice would be an essential part of this. We should also hope that, with more coherent policies, counter-productive steps such as the abolition of the National Water Commission would not be taken.
Without these actions, it is almost certain the Murray–Darling Basin Plan will fail. If it does, the $13 billion committed by Australian taxpayers will be largely wasted. Many of our rivers, such as the Darling, along with their communities, will die. The future for many in the Basin will be uncertain, and we will pass this uncertainty on to future generations, along with a degraded environment. What government would allow itself to be responsible for this? We cannot let it happen.
Geoff Beeson
CRY ME A RIVER
Correspondence
When Margaret Simons set out to write her essay on the Murray–Darling Basin, she didn’t know it would crash headlong into a global pandemic. Just as her essay was released, COVID-19 sparked panic-buying in supermarkets. Australians were confronted by a shortage of toilet paper and basic food stuffs: staples such as mince, flour and pasta. Fruit and vegetable prices went up. I paid $11 for a cauliflower.
The empty shelves were a result of distribution issues, with one exception: Australian rice production has been devastated by drought and water allocations, and countries such as Vietnam have halted exports to protect their own food security. But apart from rice, we discovered that a global supply chain that provides goods “just in time” does not work well when consumer behaviour changes suddenly.
The shortages sparked a debate about food security. Some Southern Basin irrigators urged the government to release more water to grow staples like rice, which are not as profitable as horticulture or permanent nut trees. But the National Farmers’ Federation said food security was the one thing Australians don’t have to worry about, and the Australian Bureau of Agricultural and Resource Economics (ABARES) released a document that concluded “Australia does not have a food security problem.”
With Australian water trading privileging the highest economic return, we have given priority to profit over value – a questionable assumption in the case of both human sustenance and the health of the natural world. Nuts good, milk and rice bad. That is the ruthless equation of the market. The ABARES report said government intervention would provide, among other things, “water that would have been used more profitably in another sector (reducing the gross value of irrigated production).” This is the natural endpoint of valuing water as if it were widgets. Values and food diversity cannot trump profits.
Yet governments intervene all the time. The pandemic drama occurred after a specific lack of water (drought) in the Basin (although there have since been falls of rain that may presage a good season for eastern-state food producers). Three years of lack of water has seen the government claim to have spent $7 billion on drought because it values farmers.
All of these issues were in the back of my mind when I read Cry Me a River. It is quite simply the clearest, fairest picture of the very complex Basin system I have read. And being clear and fair is important in this debate, because the intricacies of the stressed natural system, fracturing local communities and shocking politics obstruct the path to a good result for the whole country. Some politicians, lobbyists, irrigators and environmentalists deliberately use the complexities of the system and its often incomprehensible language to obscure the debate and their part in it. Politicians have said as much when they are threatened with media scrutiny. They know any journalist trying to shine a spotlight on the issue will quickly run out of time, knowledge or puff. The dogs bark and the caravan moves on, as Keating once said.
If you are new to river reading and it’s all a mess of stupefying terms and confusing counter-claims, these are the perverse points that crystallised for me from Simons’ essay.
First, the river will never return to a completely natural state. Even the Commonwealth Environmental Water Holder, Jody Swirepik, acknowledges that “we are not trying to change things back to natural. That’s not possible.”
Second, with the exception of “the water thieves and possibly corrupt politicians and bureaucrats” – pending ICAC investigations – everyone has done what they have been allowed to do by governments and policy-makers. People are like water; their operations will flow through any gaps permitted by the system. It is the job of state and federal governments to design a system that does not allow economic, environmental and social perversity.
Third, there needs to be some transparency. It is possible for ordinary citizens to find out who owns shares and real estate. It is not possible to uncover how much water is in the Basin system and how much is owned. Conspiracy theories, real and imagined, will continue until this is fixed.
Fourth, water efficiency infrastructure paid for in billions by the taxpayer has increased water take, because the changes have eliminated “return flows” to the environment. By replacing the leaky pivot and the canal used by birds, animals and insects, we have effectively cut off a proportion of water supply to natural environments throughout the Basin. This means a chunk of environmental water savings has been cancelled out at great cost to nature and the taxpayer.
Fifth, Australia can’t start again on another plan. It must fix the existing one, which has already cleared the first hurdle of tying the states and the Commonwealth together. So reform must begin from here. Australians cannot let the protagonists walk off in a huff. Otherwise, foundational reforms designed to return water to the environment and bring certainty to communities will do neither.
The chorus of criticism is loud. Communities in the Southern Basin that have long been politically stable are now – with some success – organising candidates as a reaction against current water management. Two NSW Nationals MPs lost their seats over water in the 2019 state election, and the current environment minister, Sussan Ley, got a fright in the federal election two months later.
Scientists have been scathing. The Wentworth Group’s submission to the South Australian royal commission did not miss. “Serious management failures have eroded the public trust in governments to successfully implement reforms. Without major changes in implementation, it is almost certain that the Basin Plan will fail.”
The Productivity Commission’s five-year assessment in 2019 was pessimistic about the road ahead. “In the Commission’s view, the significant risks to implementation cannot be managed effectively under current institutional and governance arrangements. Reform is required.” Why? Because the river system is so important to the eastern-state landscapes, our domestic food supply, our export industries and the natural capital that powers our society.
The only thing I felt Simons’ essay lacked was a shortlist of potential reforms going forward, distilled from the forty or so reviews and reports into the Basin. (Which is not a criticism so much as a wish – her job was hard enough.) Such a list might help governments plug the holes in water management, and they do need simplicity in order to focus in desperate times.
So let me nominate two by way of example. The first is transparency. In April 2020, former Australian Federal Police commissioner Mick Keelty’s report into the Basin was released, urging government to set up a “single point of truth.” An open water register for all to see, including the water holdings of politicians, would silence the rumour mill and identify the dogs in the race. We could see clearly how much water there is, who owns it and where it is going.
The second is carving up the Murray–Darling Basin Authority, which has the dual roles of trying to keep the Plan on the rails and overseeing compliance. The Productivity Commission pointed out that these roles are often in conflict. That would only worsen in the next five years, the report said, and it recommended the Authority be split. Nothing has been done.
These sorts of reforms could be nutted out over the table of a future national cabinet, now that the COVID-19 crisis has pushed our governments to cooperate more effectively. “History suggests,” Simons writes, “that it is only when there is a visible crisis that progress is made on managing the river.” Winston Churchill said, “Never let a good crisis go to waste.” Public debate around the Murray–Darling often comes down to binaries. People versus environment. Top-down policies devised by boffins versus bottom-up ones devised by communities. Letting big business rip in the water markets versus protecting small farmers. None of this serves the country. Humans are part of the environment. Experts can produce policy while communities can take the unintended edges off. Diversity of businesses provides stability and fairness in the production of food. If we are capable of locking down for months for a virus, surely we are capable of creating a plan to future-proof our food, our natural world and the people who live in it.
Gabrielle Chan
CRY ME A RIVER
Correspondence
After several years of drought, tensions over water sharing have intensified, pitting environmental groups against farmers, north against south, with many stakeholders more upset with the government plan to fix the problem than the drought itself. Farmers are calling it a “man-made drought,” complaining that water needed for crops is going to fish instead and that any that is allowed to flow to the ocean is wasted. Much of the water is now diverted upstream to fuel agricultural production on over a million hectares of farmland. But it is also needed to sustain the lower estuary and its wildlife, including several species listed as endangered and federally protected. The board responsible for water management strives to balance these and other environmental obligations with the needs of farmers – and no one is happy with the result. Compounding matters is the growing recognition that conditions are likely to become drier in the future and the acknowledgment that all sides will have to give up something.
The setting in question is the Sacramento–San Joaquin Delta, a key battleground in California’s water wars – but it will no doubt resonate with those familiar with the challenges of the Murray–Darling Basin. Similar stories abound for rivers around the world, where growing demand has increased competition among water users (including the environment), and especially in regions such as California and southern Australia, which face a hotter, drier and more variable climate. Overlaying these biophysical constraints are the complicated institutional arrangements that enable sharing water across political boundaries.
Social concerns about the declining health of freshwater ecosystems and the associated loss of the essential services they provide are growing and are well justified. Globally, there is little evidence that we will meet the United Nations’ Sustainable Development Goal 6.6: to “protect and restore water-related ecosystems.” Wetlands are vanishing three times faster than forests, and freshwater biodiversity is declining at more than twice the rate observed in terrestrial or marine ecosystems. Continued decline in water quality and ecological health in the Murray–Darling Basin during the 1990s and the millennium drought were a catalyst for significant water reforms in Australia, especially the recovery of water for the environment. There was political and social consensus that the health of this critical asset was in peril.
Steve Posselt travelled the length of the Murray–Darling by kayak (by necessity, with wheels) in 2007 at the height of the millennium drought to highlight the plight of the river in his book Cry Me a River. Margaret Simons’ essay of the same name takes us on a very different journey. Drawing on a broad range of interviews and discussions, including with landowners, bureaucrats and academics, her story seems to have the elements of a good tragedy – a tragic hero (the river) cursed by fate and a fatal flaw (not enough water), the struggle between good and evil, and the sense of tragic waste as the hero meets his logical destruction in the final act, with things working out poorly for everyone.
Simons highlights the challenges faced by Basin communities, the environment and those charged with managing the system. She acknowledges the difficulty of negotiating a new sustainable diversion limit to meet the primary goal of the 2007 Water Act, to “protect, restore and provide for the ecological values of ecosystems.” But despite this, she devotes little attention to the good work being undertaken by the Commonwealth Environmental Water Office or to the perspectives of ecologists concerned for the health of the river.
Simons’ essay provides insight into the complicated arrangements for water sharing among the states and the ongoing efforts to maintain the political compact that is the Basin Plan. Above all, the essay conveys a sense of hopeless struggle to understand the complexities of water management and to reach agreement on how best to share the water at a Basin-wide scale. However, it stops short of finding workable solutions to these wicked problems.
Sustainable water management is fiendishly complex. Although the woes of the Basin are often in the news, Australia has earned a strong reputation overseas for its approach to water management. The 2007 Water Act ensures the Basin is managed in the national interest, building on nearly 100 years of reform since the first River Murray Water Agreement was signed. Getting the states to agree to a whole-of-Basin plan that addresses competing state interests and rebalances the share with the environment was no small achievement. Other countries acknowledge this: indeed many, including the United States, India, Brazil and China, have looked to Australia for lessons that can be learnt.
The Plan must ensure decisions are made in the national interest. One of the key challenges in reaching a common perspective – highlighted by Simons – is that “everyone downstream is a wastrel, and everyone upstream is a thief. Only I, the person drawing water in this spot, for these crops, in this way, truly understands the value of the water and how to use it.” Although we speak of the “Basin community,” as Simons notes, they don’t act as one because they struggle to recognise a common interest.
The Basin Plan sets a new sustainable diversion limit: the amount of water that can be taken from the river system for consumptive purposes. The final amount of water to be recovered was agreed as part of the political settlement and is less than the initial estimates informed by science. Significantly, most of the water for the environment has already been recovered and all water recovery has been voluntary – either purchased direct, or as an outcome of investments in irrigation efficiency. We know this adjustment has not been without its impacts. Many small rural communities are feeling the loss of the water and require additional support.
Although Basin communities have struggled with the rapid pace of reform, the Plan does take a long-term perspective. We’ve always maintained it was a starting point and adjustments would be needed in both the short and long term. The evaluation of the Basin Plan in 2026 allows for larger adjustments, but smaller ones can be made before then. For example, water resource plans set out how the states will adhere to the new sustainable diversion limits and were meant to be in place by mid-2019. Some of these plans have been delayed and there have been allowances made to give states more time to complete them.
New information is emerging as the NSW government undertakes its Healthy Floodplains project, which aims to reform the management of floodplain harvesting through licensing, monitoring and regulation. This new information will be built into the Plan.
Climate change poses a massive challenge for the Basin and will undoubtedly require a revisit of the broader settings of the Plan, with new data revealing that inflows in the Southern Basin have almost halved in the past twenty years. The irrigation industry, rural communities and the environment are all going to have to adapt and make the transition to a quite different – likely hotter, drier and more variable – climate. The Basin Plan doesn’t end in 2026 and will be a blueprint for the way ahead. Drought, bushfires and pandemics make this job tougher, but there is no Plan B.
Although the Authority has the role of river operator on behalf of the southern states, its primary role under the Water Act is to oversee and regulate water use within the Basin. This is a stewardship role that requires the states to stay the course and remain committed to the Plan. With six governments and seven houses of parliament across the Basin, maintaining productive relationships among the parties is of paramount importance.
We agree fully with Margaret Simons’ finding of the importance of rebuilding trust – we acknowledge that is no easy task. It is multifaceted and requires the effort and commitment of all governments. It means greater transparency in reporting, clearer and more open communication and engagement with communities, and a genuine promise to embrace opportunities to adjust and adapt.
We are determined to call out any backsliding from these commitments. We will ensure water resource and water-sharing plans are consistent with the Basin Plan, and that there is full recovery of water. We are strengthening our compliance program and ensuring that water users are doing what they are meant to do so the community can have more confidence.
We will continue on our path of regionalisation. By mid-2021, one-third of our workforce will be dispersed in the Basin region. This is our commitment to building stronger working relationships with Basin communities.
Eight years in, we’ve made good progress implementing the Plan – a difficult but necessary reform. We can’t lose sight of the achievements. Around 2100 gigalitres of water have been recovered for the environment and there are early signs of improvement in river health. But we still have some way to go.
The Plan offers our best hope for a transparent and fair approach to managing the water resources of the Basin in a more sustainable way. We will only achieve that if all parties involved stay the course and adjust and improve their operations within the agreed framework of the Plan. The story of the Murray–Darling doesn’t have to be a tragedy.
Stuart Bunn
CRY ME A RIVER
Correspondence
Margaret Simons’ essay Cry Me a River came out a few weeks before the official report of the Interim Inspector-General for the Murray–Darling Basin, Mick Keelty: Impact of Lower Inflows on State Shares under the Murray–Darling Basin Agreement. Both are worth a careful read. Fascinated that Simons had got it so right, I read her essay in a single sitting. She documents superbly the depth of feeling and misunderstanding in the Basin, and how politicians have attempted to frustrate progress. As the American water administrator Tim Quinn has recently observed in California, “Too often, water policy leaders and stakeholders focus almost exclusively on what should be done rather than the process for making those decisions.”
Throughout the millennium drought, Australia was committed to searching for excellence in water management. We had the process right. The search led to a total rewrite of water management legislation in all Basin states, the complete re-specification of our water rights system and the development of one of the world’s best water-trading systems. The rest of the world was envious: by attending to basic concepts and agreeing to core principles, we were getting the detail right. However, the last decade has been characterised by compromise. To an outsider looking in, we have lost our way.
In 2006 and 2007, as the millennium drought deepened, it became obvious that we needed a better way to manage the Basin – something like an independent Reserve Bank for Water and a comprehensive plan. The proposed planning and water allocation system would need to cover groundwater as well as surface water, include powers to control overland flows and, as required under the National Water Initiative, bring an end to over-allocation. As Simons explains, all the leaders involved agreed. It was time for a rethink.
The legislation for a Basin-wide plan and an independent Murray–Darling Basin Authority emerged in 2008 and, while it still had a few gaps, it allowed Australia to claim, for a second time, the title of world’s best water manager. But state ministers and water managers wanted to remain in control and, as Simons ably outlines, they jostled their way back to a position where they could prevent the emergence of an Authority that put Australia’s collective interests first rather than their local interests.
Mick Keelty’s report, which has been accepted by the federal government, points to a failure of those involved in Basin politics to get their heads around a host of basic water management concepts, and to a lack of leadership. Both are urgently required. The Basin lacks a person who is seen to be responsible for calling the shots and has the expertise to speak with authority and the insight to find the right solutions.
The primary role of leaders is to create a sense of trust in the process. So far, those involved have not been able to do this. Simons suggests that while all the efforts to frustrate progress and hijack agendas may be to the short-term benefit of some, they have come at a massive long-term cost to all. It is time for our leaders to stop supporting one solution over another and, instead, focus on fixing Basin governance: its legislation, policies and the Plan. The leaders must now commit to putting a state-of-the-art plan in place and make sure that everyone understands both what is required and why it is so important.
Simons and Keelty make another important point: in recent years the Basin has got much drier, as the figure on the following page, from Keelty’s report, shows. For too long, water allocation plans have focused on the long-term average. A better approach, as Simons points out, would replace all arguments about volumes with a discussion of how to share water when it is wet and when it is dry, and how to put a strong water-sharing system in place. Robust water entitlement and allocation systems are designed to cope with long drys and even a permanently drier climate.
In the UK, water managers spend a lot of time working out how much water has to be left in each river to ensure the entire system remains healthy – all the way from its source to the sea. Innovatively, they call this water a “hands-off flow”, and it is allocated first. No one is allowed to touch this water. Keelty devotes an entire chapter in his report to the Australian equivalent: conveyance water. The need to ensure that there is always enough water flowing to ensure the system’s basic health is poorly understood. Conveyance water is an appropriate name for the Southern Connected Basin, but for the Darling system I prefer the UK term, as it so powerfully gets the message across. Some water always has to be left in the system. In retrospect, it is obvious that all involved have spent way too much time arguing over maximum amounts that can be taken and not nearly enough about minimum flows.
Keelty’s explanation of how much drier it has been in the past twenty years

A properly designed system would start by putting aside enough water for conveyance and deciding how to share access to the remainder. These are difficult decisions, as they involve risks and trade-offs. Try deducting 2000 gigalitres from the bottom of the above graph and then working out how much the water available to be “used” has declined. The answer is quite frightening. Small declines in rainfall mean much larger declines in the amount of water flowing into the river and much, much less water that can be used. As a rule of thumb, a 10 per cent decline in mean rainfall can result in a 30 to 40 per cent decline in inflows and, as the base flow still needs to be maintained, as much as a 60 or 70 per cent decline in the amount that can be taken out of the system and used for irrigation, discretionary environmental objectives, etc.
Recognising the importance of this basic concept, at the end of her essay Simons reports a sad but illuminating “water-sharing” discussion with the Authority’s current CEO, Phillip Glyde. Sitting down with Glyde, she raises the need for a dynamic sharing system – one that would adjust automatically to changes in the health of the system and recent inflows. Glyde agrees that such a system is required. No argument. But then he goes on to explain that during the development of the Basin Plan, rather than requiring a robust water-sharing system, it was decided to set sustainable diversion limits for each part of the Basin and define them as a fixed number. SDLs, as they are called up and down the Basin, “were required for legal reasons and also ‘for bringing people along reasons.’” Tellingly, Glyde then goes on to say that “perhaps in twenty or thirty years, ‘in Basin Plan Mark Four or Five,’” such a system could be put in place. When the CEO – known for his pragmatism – thinks it will take three or more Plans to get the basics right, something is seriously wrong.
In closing, Simons observes that, “The political obstacles, the hate, the unfairness and the potentially catastrophic gaps in our knowledge obscure what an achievement it would be for the Murray–Darling Basin Plan to succeed.” But what would it take to succeed? It would have to start with sensible amendments to the Water Act, followed by amendments to the raft of state and territory Water Acts that enable allocations to be made and then to each of the Basin’s eighty or so local water-resource plans. This is a big job, but one worth doing. As Keelty also observes, there is an urgent need to improve water literacy, for a new apolitical leader and for much better engagement and consultation processes.
I hope we will see this include a much better understanding of the role of groundwater, the difference between gross and net water accounting systems, and the need to specify entitlements. Long ago, it was recognised that the Darling’s water licensing system needed to be modified so that environmental water can be shepherded safely from one part of the Darling to another. As millions of dead fish are telling us, it is time to make it easy to shepherd (hands-off water) through the system. Simons includes many references to the importance of groundwater, including return flows. Sadly, however, those who drafted Keelty’s terms of reference left out any requirement to consider groundwater. There is only one mention of it in his entire report.
Even more importantly, it is time for our political leaders to put Basin politics to one side, appoint a truly independent chair of the Authority and instruct this person to start searching for a suite of institutional and administrative arrangements that will serve those who live in the Basin, those who use its water resources and those who benefit from their existence. More than anything, the Basin needs a leader capable of restoring trust and developing a state-of-the-art solution rather than a messily negotiated suite of compromises.
Mike Young
CRY ME A RIVER
Correspondence
Margaret Simons’ essay is an evocative account of a moment. From the title it is clear that she did not find, and does not foresee, a happy ending. The Basin Plan has been around in some form since 2007. Many players have been telling a version of the same narrative for longer. Participants jostle for position and power to control, or at least influence, the future. But it is apparent from the essay that the imagined future is a version of the past. By chance the essay is a record of the last days before the COVID-19 pandemic. Now, in the words of Paul Valéry, “the future is not what it used to be.” What stands out from Simons’ essay is that so few of the people with a claim to managing the Basin gave any hint of what they might do if the future threw up something unexpected, such as a pandemic. Climate change will be a greater challenge still.
Simons’ view is personal, compassionate, unsentimental and moving. It is clear-eyed and tough – she sees the spin and self-interest, the obsession with process that serves only to delay. And it is harsh where harshness is the only proper response. She has a gift of giving enough of the politics to make it clear and interesting and keeping it relevant to where we are now. She says one of her aims in the essay is “to rescue the Basin’s narratives from the abstract.” She has achieved this. Her essay is the opposite of the desiccated language of the water managers.
From among the competing narratives she paints a bigger story of the Basin. She gets quickly and clearly to the interlocking influences that contribute to “the wonder and the awfulness of our attempts to manage it.” Phillip Glyde’s analogy is that the Plan is like upgrading an inefficient petrol combustion engine. He seems to argue that perfect shouldn’t be the enemy of good and we should instead strive for continual improvement. It’s a misleading analogy that suggests the many reviews identified by Simons are proactive and planned. She correctly observes that they rarely question the fundamentals, because they are mostly undertaken in response to external pressure and are intended to defend. For example, the review of water markets by the Australian Competition and Consumer Commission (ACCC) is unlikely to question their underlying premise, as the ACCC was instrumental in their design. Mick Keelty published a report to “bring better governance and transparency” in his capacity as Interim Inspector-General of the Murray–Darling Basin, in which he didn’t mention unmanaged floodplain harvesting or the much-criticised water efficiency program. To return to Glyde’s engine analogy, that is like overlooking the fact that your engine has no fuel tank. Too often, the Murray–Darling Basin Authority chooses and pays the reviewer, designs the terms of reference and edits the final report. Co-operative “independent reviewers” become the go-to experts for future reviews. It’s a lucrative business.
Criticism is denied, discredited or ignored. For example, the South Australian royal commission, which the Commonwealth refused to participate in, was wrong according to the Authority and politically motivated according to Minister David Littleproud.
Public commentary is classified as “pro–Basin Plan” or “anti–Basin Plan.” In this binary discussion, challenges to the status quo are unwelcome. Pointing out that hundreds of millions of dollars have been spent on non-existent water, or that the government withholds key documents, is interpreted as meaning one wants to rip up the Plan. Reporting that a $4 billion program is creating perverse outcomes is portrayed as threatening the existence of the Plan itself. It seems we have a choice: either a Basin Plan, or good governance, accountability and transparency – but not both.
A binary debate suits the government. The Plan has seen a massive shift of wealth under the veil of environmental reform. Lifting the veil and questioning the reform risks highlighting that regions are suffering not because of the environment, but due to a failure of governments. Arguments about environment versus irrigation are a distraction from the lack of policies for regional economic development, agriculture or drought. The Plan has become the crowning achievement, an end in itself.
This is the post-truth water world that Quentin Grafton describes. If there is no space to discuss what is not working with the Plan, or the inefficient petrol combustion engine, how is it possible to upgrade it? Real problems are attributed to drought or ignorance. The recently released Keelty report echoes statements made by Phillip Glyde that people have either made bad business decisions or don’t understand a key component of their business: water. Both are dog-whistling the idea of “stupid farmers.” Stupid isn’t the government’s fault.
Perhaps the Basin’s most sacred cow is the water market. When one questions the water market, the response is invariably along the lines of “You can’t tell farmers what to grow,” often followed up with a derisive reference to the Soviet Union. It seems there is only one possible policy response unless we embrace a failed communist model, even though governments didn’t tell farmers what to grow before there was no market. I argue that the most commonly cited principle underlying the market – that water will flow to the “highest value use” – has failed us. Value was never defined, never debated. Water does not move to its highest value use for the community, the economy or even the country. It moves to whomever is prepared to pay the most: how many dollars can be made from a litre of water? If a dairy farmer or rice grower, for example, cannot make the same dollars per megalitre as an almond or cotton grower, they are condemned as less efficient, of less value. “Highest value use” is therefore better described as “greatest ability to pay.”
There is no space in this system of “world’s best practice” to value regional communities, “low-value” irrigators, Aboriginal people or the environment. Even after all these years, Aboriginal people and the environment are, in practice, external to the narrow concept of value that currently drives water management in the Basin. Some irrigators and their communities are now finding themselves in the same situation.
The “highest value use” argument relies on a functioning global food network. Currently, we use a great deal of our water to grow cotton and nuts, and export more than 90 per cent of them. Last year we imported more than 90 per cent of our rice, a third of our wheat on the east coast and half of our dairy products. COVID-19 threatens food supply and distribution. Vietnam, where most of our rice comes from, has stopped exporting it, and several other countries have followed suit. Shipping lanes are in disarray, making it difficult to get ships in or out. At the time of writing, it is possible we will have a rice and wheat (on the east coast) shortage for several months this year. We need to rethink our water and agricultural policies and consider other definitions of value. What does highest value use look like in a pandemic?
Irrigator Chris Brooks is trying to alert the public to the impending food shortages. He has called for the water that we do have to be made available for food. Brooks, and the people he represents, have been labelled as cynical opportunists selfishly exploiting the crisis. At a time when we are re-examining all aspects of our economy, we still cannot escape the binary narrative of greedy irrigator versus the environment that has dogged the public debate for more than a decade.
As a rebuttal to Brooks’ warnings, Minister Littleproud, the National Farmers’ Federation and the Authority have all alleged “scaremongering,” claiming that Australia can feed 75 million people. The Australian Bureau of Agricultural and Resource Economics and Sciences hastily produced a report saying that Australia exports 70 per cent of its agricultural produce. Both statistics are misleading. They don’t reveal that more than a third of those exports are cotton, wool and forest products, or that those statistics are based on our highest irrigation years and not the current drought.
The two bureaucrats who feature most often in the essay are the head of the Authority, Phillip Glyde, and the Commonwealth Environmental Water Holder, Jody Swirepik. They express frustration and dismay, and give an impression of powerlessness and fatigue. “We have to be in it for the long haul,” “It’s too soon, we have to be patient,” “That’s not our job.” They look for signs of success at an ever-smaller level, while the grand endeavour is unravelling across the big, important measures, especially ecological health and community fairness.
If the architects and implementers of the Plan seem bemused at this unravelling, Glyde, at least, is clearly annoyed with Brooks for “jumping up and down” and getting in the way. Brooks is exercising his right in this democratic society to have his voice and the voice of his people heard. Unlike most, he has the means to do it.
At least once a month, and sometimes weekly, I will get a call from a stranger asking for help with water. Their stories all involve a severe impact on their livelihoods, families and sometimes their own sanity, over years and sometimes decades. There is always injustice, inequity and a shift of wealth. They have exhausted every avenue possible through politicians, three levels of government and their agencies and regulators. Mostly, they express disbelief that the government can do this to them, despite the inarguable evidence that it has.
In a recent Senate Estimates hearing, Glyde was asked about the fate of the Lower Darling irrigators, like Alan Whyte and Rachel Strachan. He explained that the Plan created “winners and losers.” Presumably the people who ring me are among the losers. Unlike Brooks, they should accept their fate and go quietly.
Bureaucrats who have spent their lives in a system and are justifiably proud of their work almost always respond to the collapse or failure of that system by doing more of what got the system going in the first place – “do as before but more,” in the words of C.S. Holling. Not only can they not do anything different, they can’t imagine doing anything different. The voices of dissent, the voices of rural Australia, cannot be heard because they distract from the business of doing more of the same. As Simons points out, this will eventually play out in courts of law.
Simons’ essay goes on to ask some critical questions: Can our current systems possibly meet the needs of the nation and the certainty of change? Is the Plan an honest compact, and is it fair? Can it work, and are our politics up to the task? And what happens when the macro policy, the plumbing, the schemes, the “events” or lack of them hit the realities of the landscape and the figures within it? After years of avoiding these questions, trying to answer them may be now be forced upon us.
The Water Act and the Basin Plan were well intentioned, but the Plan has been derailed by vested interests supported by the National Party. Important parts of the Plan aren’t working because the system of which it is a part doesn’t work. The Plan is a relic of a time and a system that no longer exists. Change will be forced upon us, probably by a changing climate and the changes to society it brings about. COVID-19 has brought into the present many things we thought we could put off.
If we want two irrigated monocultures in the Basin, hollowed-out regions and reliance on other countries for our food, then the water reforms are a success. If we want a diverse agricultural sector, vibrant communities and to grow what we eat, we need new water policies, as well as policies for regional economic development. To achieve this, we need to allow an honest and inclusive public debate and banish the binary rhetoric.
Maryanne Slattery
RED FLAG
Response to Correspondence
It might be intended as a rhetorical question, but I’m going to answer it anyway, because it is vital and urgent. In her response to my essay, Caroline Rosenberg sets out some of the complexities of growing up as a Chinese Australian. She writes, “But to return to the idea that we should stand up for ourselves, I wonder if Hartcher would mind standing with the Chinese-looking Australians?”
I do not mind. On the contrary, I gladly, firmly stand with Chinese Australians.
Caroline, you and the other 1.3 million Chinese Australians are an asset to our country. You are also part of a community under unique stress, and needing unique support from the rest of the country. It is a fundamental test of Australia’s national cohesion.
The Chinese Communist Party has put you in an invidious position. The party claims the unswerving loyalty of Chinese people. It is a political claim, yet staked on the basis of biology. And so even when you leave China, choose to live in another country, make that country your home, conceive children there, take up citizenship there, Xi Jinping demands your loyalty to an authoritarian political project in another land.
Of course, the CCP doesn’t present it as a political matter. The party has long conflated itself with the Chinese nation, Chinese ethnicity and Chinese civilisation. But Beijing demands not just a gesture of affection or acknowledgement of Chinese civilisation. It insists on your support for the policies of this administration. Worse, Xi demands it as a higher duty than any loyalty to your adopted country. Even if you’ve never lived in China, even if you and your family have chosen another land, other loyalties, generations ago.
Australia has lots of experience with immigrants who retain residual attachments to their homelands. Such attachments are normal and natural. Australia has no objection to these, and shouldn’t have. But when a foreign power makes a demand on the “flesh and blood” ties of its diaspora, in the phrase emphasised by the Chinese government’s United Front Work Department, to infringe on the freedoms and rights of Australians, that is a red line.
Kevin Rudd has called the CCP “the enemy of liberal democracy.” It works to advance its values and policies in Australia through hundreds of front groups. Some, like the Confucius Institutes and Confucius Classrooms, have more obvious ties to the Chinese government. Others, masquerading as community associations, business chambers, campus associations or patriotic societies, are less identifiable, even though organised through the covert activity of Beijing’s United Front Work Department.
Professor Feng Chongyi of the University of Technology Sydney counts more than 300 such associations active in Sydney alone, and hundreds more across the country. These groups commonly put pressure on Chinese Australians to carry out political tasks for Beijing, undermining Australian values and interests in the process.
These Chinese Australians need support from Australia to resist such pressure. And they need help in upholding what many have pledged in becoming citizens: their “loyalty to Australia and its people, whose democratic beliefs I share, whose rights and liberties I respect, and whose laws I will uphold and obey.” Until now, they have not had any support in facing these pernicious pressures. The rest of Australia has been oblivious to their quiet dilemmas and private struggles.
The Foreign Influence Transparency Scheme and the espionage and foreign interference laws passed by Australia’s parliament in 2017 were designed to make a start by unmasking these groups and curbing their activities. But the laws were hollow. The government did not provide the money, the staff or the political will to enforce them.
Since my Quarterly Essay was published, two things have changed. First, the Morrison government has announced that it is allocating $40 million to enforce the laws. So that should supply the money and the staff. And the political will? We will know that they are serious when we start seeing arrests and expulsions. Second, the COVID-19 epidemic broke out. This epidemic is making many Chinese Australians feel isolated and disdained by the rest of the country. This is precisely the opposite of what they need to feel – that they are a valued part of the community – and precisely the opposite of what Australia needs to preserve its national cohesion and social harmony.
Some leaders have led. For instance, Queensland’s premier, Annastacia Palaszczuk, and Sydney’s Lord Mayor, Clover Moore, were quick and visible in joining Chinese New Year celebrations and expressing solidarity with their Chinese Australian communities. They lent support and countered fear-mongering.
Weeks later, Scott Morrison expressed the right sentiments in parliament. He stated that Chinese Australians “deserve our great appreciation and support.” Labor’s Anthony Albanese did the same. Both leaders could and should do much more: visiting Australia’s various Chinatowns mask-free, consistent with their own health advisories, and sitting down to yum cha; embracing the Chinese Australian community; making speeches in support.
It is a moment of great stress for the Chinese Australian community, and a great opportunity for the rest of Australia to help ease that stress. All Australia’s political, business and community leaders should stand with the “Chinese-looking Australians,” Caroline, in the national tradition of looking after our fellow Australians when they suffer adversity. And they should be doing this even as the authorities seek to disrupt the CCP’s covert efforts to press the Chinese Australian community to serve a foreign authoritarian project to undermine our sovereignty.
The Chinese Australian community is an asset that must be protected; the Chinese Communist Party is a liability that must be constrained.
And Caroline, you pose a question about attitudes to communism. Please allow me to point out that communism is not really the issue here. China is not the only communist party–ruled regional state with a large Australian connection. Vietnam, formally the Socialist Republic of Vietnam, is ruled by an authoritarian Marxist–Leninist party. Australia is home to a substantial Vietnamese-Australian community: about a quarter of a million people. Yet there is no tension here. Because Vietnam’s government is not making systematic efforts to lay claim to the loyalties of the Vietnamese-Australian community. It is not organising the covert penetration of Australian politics. It is not attempting to subvert Australia’s freedoms.
The federal government has dramatically elevated diplomatic relations with Vietnam over the past couple of years. Relations are flourishing. Communism as a movement or an ideology is neither necessary nor sufficient to pose a threat to Australia’s sovereignty. The risk stems from the policy and strategy of a specific political organisation, namely the CCP, bent on domination of its neighbourhood, and not any stripe of political ideology in itself.
To Amy King, I have not so much an answer as a question. Are you feeling lucky? Because you are essentially rationalising Australian inaction in the face of China’s challenge. In doing so, you ignore every sign of Beijing’s organised, determined program to take control of Australia’s decision-makers.
You draw attention to my case studies of attempted CCP intrusion into Australian politics – the cases involving Joe Hockey, Stephen Conroy, Bill Shorten, Penny Wong and Richard Marles. You observe, correctly, that all these attempts failed. And conclude that I am therefore disregarding my own evidence when I urge Australia to better protect its democracy against such interference. But this is to misunderstand. I cite these examples to show that the party’s intrusions are very real, very bold and very high-level. We are not jumping at shadows. Beijing is waging a concerted effort to gain as much influence as possible over our political leaders. We know about these cases because they failed: principled Australian politicians rejected Beijing’s overtures. And because those patriots were affronted by the Chinese government’s actions, they alerted their colleagues. That’s how we know of these incidents. But how many successful efforts has Beijing made? These are the ones we don’t hear about – where threats or inducements are quietly accepted, and the Chinese government gets its way. With a wide-open system of political donations, desperately cash-hungry politicians and no federal anti-corruption body, our system is wide open.
The successful intrusions are the ones we will probably only wake up to long after they’ve succeeded. As the former Hong Kong chief secretary Anson Chan warns, “By the time China’s infiltration of Australia is readily apparent, it will be too late.”
And Amy, you are right, of course, that China’s diplomacy is often ham-fisted and counterproductive. The CCP is not infallible. But if you look at the broad trajectory of China’s growing power and influence over the past forty years, you would have to be feeling very lucky indeed to punt that it will stop here and go no further. If we sit inert waiting for China to fail, we surrender control pre-emptively.
You argue that what Australia really needs is an overarching China strategy. Of course it does. But this doesn’t mean we should do nothing until our leaders manage to produce one. We could be waiting an awfully long time, and time is not our friend with this problem.
Similarly, Sam Roggeveen thinks that it’s pointless to try to protect ourselves until we achieve a precondition, but an even bigger one: “For Australia to meet that challenge, the major parties will either need to redefine themselves as they did in the Cold War, or make way.” Can we really afford to wait for a wholesale reorganisation of our political system before we deal with an urgent challenge to our sovereignty?
Other correspondents also make the case for inaction. David Walker may be right that climate change is the bigger problem. Yet even if this is accurate, it is also irrelevant. Surely we must deal with both?
The responses to my essay have changed my mind on one important recommendation. David Walker, together with others, including Richard McGregor and Sam Roggeveen, have persuaded me to modify my proposal that Australia needs to subject new MPs and senators to security vetting. I still maintain that they do need to be vetted. In discussing this idea in a range of forums, from talkback radio to university seminars, I discovered that most Australians assume that this happens already as a matter of course. They are shocked to learn it does not. And, in conducting the Sydney launch for the essay, Julie Bishop agreed that a security screening was necessary for federal lawmakers. But where I suggested ASIO could do the security screening, I’ve subsequently been convinced that this isn’t the best approach. Because it would make the domestic intelligence agency the gatekeeper to Australia’s democracy.
The better way, I propose, is to create an independent parliamentary office to run security checks on new MPs and senators, and to do so at the candidate stage. Set up as a parliamentary agency, it would be accountable to the parliament itself. We have a precedent, though in a different realm of expertise. The Parliamentary Budget Office was created in 2012 to make expert, non-partisan costings of the political parties’ budget proposals. Why did we need this? Because we’d learnt that we couldn’t trust our politicians to be honest about the true cost of their election promises. This problem had dogged every election campaign for decades and confused the electorate. The Parliamentary Budget Office, well regarded by all political parties, solved the problem.
We should set up an independent, non-partisan parliamentary agency along the same lines to examine the backgrounds of candidates standing for parliament. Surveyors of the history of democracy – including John Keane, in his work The Life and Death of Democracy, and Francis Fukuyama, in his two volumes on the history of political order – observe that democracies either innovate or die. Innovation, anyone?
Wanning Sun, you have rather nicely built a strawman and dressed it up as being one of my proposals. Please allow me to knock it down. A couple of quick points. First, I do not object to immigrants from the People’s Republic of China. I object to covert agents of influence of a foreign autocracy pretending to embrace Australia’s democratic pluralism while devoting themselves to destroying it. Australia’s problem is that it has been failing to tell the difference.
Wanning, you ask for evidence. Among other evidence you overlook in Red Flag is the well-publicised case of Huang Xiangmo. The billionaire property developer was given permanent residency in Australia, where he set about trying to buy as much influence as possible among Australian politicians and others on behalf of the CCP. He was the donor behind the Sam Dastyari scandal. He was also the donor who tried to use a $400,000 donation to the Labor Party to convince Stephen Conroy to change his policy on China’s claims to the South China Sea. The NSW Independent Commission Against Corruption is still working through some of the networks of influence he bought and paid for in the NSW political system on behalf of the United Front Work Department.
Australia eventually cancelled Huang’s permanent residency on the grounds that he failed the good character test. He is now persona non grata and the Australian Tax Office is pursing him over $140 million in what it claims to be unpaid taxes. The problem, of course, is that Huang was allowed to live in Australia and operate freely for eight years before being barred.
Australia needs to be better able to detect such people before granting them the immense privilege of free access to our country. The Department of Home Affairs and intelligence agencies evidently lack the skills and resources to do so. I propose that, until they can more reliably sort genuine immigrants from subversive ones, we shift the balance of risk by favouring applicants from Hong Kong and Taiwan over the mainland – because they are more likely to be committed to liberal-democratic principles.
And no, Henry Sherrell, I don’t propose a “values test,” as you choose to represent it. A quiz on cricket or compulsory voting is not going to filter out subversive foreign agents. I do suggest a more careful sifting of the backgrounds, allegiances and finances of applicants, so that we only admit new citizens who will value our freedoms, not seek to destroy them. I do not propose cutting the intake of ethnic Chinese immigrants. If anything, I propose increasing it. But it must be on condition that they are seeking to become Australians, participants in our liberal democracy, not phony Australians who are here to serve the interests of a foreign autocracy bent on bleeding Australia’s sovereignty. Wanning Sun calls this a “discriminatory” immigration policy. I’m certainly not suggesting discriminating on the basis of race. I am suggesting discriminating on the basis of honest intentions and good citizenship. Do you seriously think we should do otherwise, Wanning?
Inaction is not an option. If we don’t take prudent measures now, one of two things will happen. Beijing will slowly but surely extend its control over our decision-making systems and we will have surrendered our freedoms without a fight. Or a frustrated Australian electorate will make radical choices at the ballot box and Australia will join its fraternal democracies of the United States and Britain in turning to drastic, populist alternatives that could have ugly consequences.
Enough complacency, enough excuses. The red flag is up. It’s time Australia acted on it.
Peter Hartcher
RED FLAG
Correspondence
By the time Peter Hartcher released his Quarterly Essay in late November 2019, Australia’s China debate had reached a point of near hysteria. The suggestion, made on 60 Minutes, that China’s security services had tried to cultivate an aspiring Liberal Party MP who later died mysteriously was leapt upon by China hawks eager to confirm their biases. Days later, The Australian described a fairly routine reorganisation of the bureaucracy as evidence that our spy agencies were on a “war footing” against Chinese interference in Australia’s politics.
In the circumstances, the core message of Hartcher’s essay was a useful one: Australia can do this. It is well within our powers as a nation, Hartcher argues, to maintain our sovereignty and the integrity of our democratic institutions. He’s right, of course. After all, this is not entirely new territory for Australia, given the espionage threat we faced from the Soviet bloc in the Cold War. Granted, the locus of Soviet espionage and subversion was Europe; Australia was on the periphery. Now we are nearer the centre. But we know from the European example that it is possible for smaller nations to withstand such pressure from a great power.
Yet considering the overall China challenge, I can’t help thinking Hartcher has put too much weight on this serious but manageable portion of the problem – that is, foreign influence. Meeting the China challenge will be more difficult than Hartcher allows, because he underestimates both the scale of China’s rise and the depth of Australia’s political malaise.
The reason the scale of China’s challenge is so important is that it will determine whether or not our ally the United States will meet it. Hartcher doesn’t consider the possibility that Washington might choose not to compete with China. While he closes his essay with a stirring call for Australia to strengthen itself because we “cannot count on anyone else,” he also repeatedly emphasises the importance of the US alliance to Australia. In other words, his argument is largely premised on the idea that we can count on someone else.
Yes, the alliance is, as Hartcher puts it, a “national asset,” but it is a diminishing one. Hartcher admits that the United States is becoming less reliable, but he attributes this almost entirely to President Trump. Unfortunately, the problem goes much deeper than that. The US has never faced an adversary of superior economic strength, until now. So if it is going to resist China’s leadership ambitions, its motivation had better be really strong. After all, we’re talking about a multi-generational, whole-of-government contest against a power that, in economic terms, dwarfs the Soviet Union.
Yet if the United States is serious about such a contest, we have seen little sign of it. Yes, Trump has imposed tariffs, and China has been designated a “strategic competitor.” But America’s military presence in Asia has remained largely unchanged in the past two decades despite a vast increase in China’s military strength. America’s major Asian economic initiative, the Trans-Pacific Partnership, died at the hands of Trump. And if America was truly committed to a contest that will be harder than that against the Soviets, wouldn’t the US president have addressed the nation on such an important topic by now? Wouldn’t he have used the State of the Union or a nationally televised statement to inspire his people for the struggle ahead?
We shouldn’t be surprised that these things have not happened. The United States isn’t under economic threat from China because it’s not in Beijing’s interests to lock the US out of Asia economically, even if it can do so strategically. And the US isn’t at direct military risk either, because as strong as China is becoming, it will always be hemmed in by other great powers in Asia – India, Japan and Russia in the first instance, and in future perhaps a unified Korea as well as Indonesia, should it fulfil its potential.
But although these countries will ensure that China never entirely dominates Asia, none can prevent Beijing from becoming its leading power, and none of them will replace the US as a security partner for Australia. So Hartcher is more right than he knows: Australia is likely to be alone, with no one else to count on. We had better prepare, and Hartcher makes a number of recommendations for how we can do so.
However, his proposal to have security agencies vet serving MPs and senators, and anyone standing for office at upcoming elections, is unconvincing. Why assume the security agencies are any better at spotting threats than the voters, given the breaches Australia has suffered in recent decades (remember Jean-Philippe Wispelaere and Simon Lappas?) and KGB penetration of ASIO during the Cold War?
Nor does Hartcher’s idea of a bipartisan “strategic council” to reconcile party differences on China policy offer much hope, mainly because the parties themselves are so hopeless. Both are in secular decline. In a rapidly growing population, their membership base is shrinking, and at the last election both suffered a falling primary vote, reinforcing a decades-long trend. The vast majority of Australians care nothing for our two big parties, yet the parties maintain their place at the centre of politics, thanks largely to a favourable voting system.
It is worth recalling that Australia’s party-political structure was completely redefined by the Cold War. The Liberal Party had anti-communism in its DNA from its earliest days, even taking Australia to a referendum on the issue in 1951. The Labor Party split over communism and spent the 1960s and much of the ’70s in Opposition as a result. It didn’t win office during the Cold War until the breach was healed, and only had a sustained period in government when it found an unambiguously pro-American leader in Bob Hawke.
Given that the rise of China is a much bigger deal for Australia than the Soviet Union ever was, and given also that our two major parties have never commanded less public authority and esteem than they do today, why would we assume they are well placed to navigate the formidable challenges ahead?
Neither party has the energy or the resolve to confront the idea that Australia is likely to be left alone in a region in which China is the leading power. For Australia to meet that challenge, the major parties will either need to redefine themselves as they did in the Cold War, or make way.
Sam Roggeveen
RED FLAG
Correspondence
As an early product of the infamous one-child policy, and now a proud Melburnian, I read Peter Hartcher’s essay with mixed feelings. Despite twenty years of introspective reconciliation, I still struggle to process all the contradictions that come with being a migrant from communist China to democratic Australia.
In China I wore the red scarf in primary school as a symbol that I was part of the Young Pioneers of China – so did every student in every school I knew of. Like Aussie kids wearing the scarf of the AFL team their family has always supported, we wore our scarves proudly, though you could argue that neither Aussie nor Chinese kids have much say in the matter. We were taught how great the Communist party is, how it liberated the whole of China, and how corruptible capitalism is, with little children getting paid only a dollar a day to work in mines. I was quite happy that I didn’t have to work in mines, and that my parents loved only me.
Within my first week of school in Australia, on a bus ride, I overheard someone say, “Chairman Mao was a dictator, he killed millions in China.” I had to look up what a dictator was, discreetly, on my little handheld electronic translator. Nowadays, with smartphones, it would be much easier to be inconspicuous, but this was 1999. I was horrified by the stupidity, absurdity and audacity of someone making such a statement in public. Surely, I, a real Chinese person from China, would know if someone had killed millions of people in my own country. I concluded that the ignorant speaker had never been to China, had never seen the massive portrait of Mao at Tiananmen. But I was tremendously curious that no one else on the bus seemed bothered by the inflammatory conversation. Like a good child of the Middle Kingdom, a follower of the Middle Way, I withheld my burning desire to protest. Mainly because I couldn’t construct grammatically correct and fluent sentences in English, even in my head, yet. Really. It had nothing to do with being a coward.
I often reflect on that twenty-minute bus ride. The waves of China’s past caught up with me steadily, piling up without any regard for my psychological wellbeing. I learnt the realities of the Tiananmen Square massacre, the “liberation” of Tibet and Xinjiang, the real horror behind the Great Leap Forward, the Cultural Revolution, abandoned baby girls and “prevented births.” This new knowledge hit me head-on at the beginning of the new millennium. I was one of millions of international students from China seeking a better education in the West. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who struggled to make sense of right and wrong, good and evil, as we digested this information. Degrees, promotions and mortgages helped with day-to-day orientation in Australia. Mostly, I assimilated and pushed on. Really. Life keeps getting in the way, and who has the time to question and make sense of these big issues? It’s not that I am a coward.
Reading Hartcher’s call to action, where he quotes former ASIO chief Duncan Lewis saying that Chinese Australians “could and should” be “vital” in protecting Australia’s democracy, I did a little celebration dance inside. I was excited to read on. But the Chinese Australian community did not feature again in the essay as part of the solution. Instead, Hartcher argued they needed to be educated more about democratic values, and assisted to participate fully in their new democracy. I recognise the importance of macro strategies, broad strokes. I wish someone had given me Hartcher’s essay when I arrived in Australia as a teenager. I don’t mean that literally, of course, as I didn’t know much English at the time and I couldn’t have cared less about politics. But I wish I’d had a crash course, an overview, like Hartcher’s essay, on how Australians and the West view communism, China and the Chinese. I knew how I viewed the West, but I was utterly unprepared for how it views me. This reverse shock is not dissimilar to the shock that Hartcher describes Joe Hockey and the Labor trio going through. I recognise that it is irrational and unreasonable to expect one essay by one journalist to have all the answers, especially when it is clearly titled: Red Flag: Waking up to China’s challenge, not Green Light: Working Solutions for China’s Challenge. As a Chinese Australian, I am grateful for the essay. I may not have read it the way the author intended, and I am ashamed of my disappointment. What have I done in twenty years? I have mixed feelings.
But to return to the idea that we should stand up for ourselves, I wonder if Hartcher would mind standing with the Chinese-looking Australians? Would he be intimidated if there were too many Chinese-looking Australians around him? Would he wonder if these Chinese-looking Australians were spies? Or comrades? Would he trust Chinese Australians, amphibians of the two cultures, never to lose sight of our democratic values? Would he ever see Chinese Australians as individuals – intelligent individuals, the way he sees Ross and John Garnaut? I am curious. Even a coward can be curious.
I can construct proper sentences now, grammatically correct and fluent for the most part. I can’t change the fact that I was born a Chinese single child, but I choose to sip a Magic (a distinctly Melburnian coffee with a perfectly balanced ratio of coffee and milk) every morning and cheer for the Pies in my black and white scarf once in a while. Whenever Chinese Australians are asked to choose between China and Australia, the ultimate answer must be that we choose humanity.
Caroline Rosenberg
RED FLAG
Correspondence
On my first reading of Peter Hartcher’s Red Flag, the following passage leapt out at me:
In other words, we understand that you have ties of sentiment and bonds of kinship to other countries, and we’re unconcerned. We know it takes time to put down roots in new social soil. This is part of democratic pluralism and it’s an enrichment of a society. But the nation cannot tolerate acts to advance a foreign political movement with hostile intentions.
Further on, Hartcher recommends that the Australian government should consider “changing the composition [of Australia’s immigration profile] in favour of Chinese immigrants from places other than mainland China.” He says: “Screening must still apply, of course, but prima facie ethnic Chinese immigrants from Taiwan or Hong Kong are more likely to value Australian liberties … preference should not only be given to immigrants with the most suitable work skills but also to those with the most compatible values.” This would, Hartcher argues, “improve the balance of risks.”
Let’s examine the logic of this argument. Hartcher says that People’s Republic of China migrants are a risk. I assume he reached that conclusion, at least partly, through his own observations of the actions and behaviour of PRC migrants in Australia. Or was it based mainly on the claims made by Professor Feng Chongyi? Perhaps he received an undisclosed briefing from ASIO that provided some concrete evidence to substantiate the public assertions made by retired ASIO head Duncan Lewis – whom Hartcher quotes approvingly? Hartcher leaves us to speculate about the factual basis for his fears – fears so grave he advocates a discriminatory change to our immigration policy in regards to our largest trading partner, the birthplace of our largest non-Anglo migrant population. Assume, for a moment, that there is some factual, moral and political cogency to his argument, and that in response the Australian government decides not to accept any further migrants from the PRC. What should the government do with the half a million PRC migrants who are already naturalised Australian citizens?
Given that PRC migrants come from a country with “hostile intentions,” as Hartcher puts it, and given that their past, current or possible future behaviour is apparently of sufficient concern that Hartcher wants to “armour-plate” (he used this phrase in an interview with Tom Switzer) Australia against any risks posed by them and their homeland, the logical and most urgent thing to do would be to take measures against them. Surely these PRC migrants already in Australia are a more credible and imminent threat than any future PRC migrants, who, in the current climate, would come under intense scrutiny during the screening process – even without an outright ban on PRC immigration. Shouldn’t Hartcher be urging the government to take a leaf out of China’s own playbook – or Australia’s wartime internment playbook – and consider putting them all into detention or “re-education” camps, as China does with the Uighurs? But what would you do with the thousands of non-Chinese Australians who have married PRC migrants, not to mention the thousands of children these PRC migrants have produced? How many generations of “distance” from the PRC would they need to demonstrate before qualifying as politically trustworthy? At a minimum, and drawing instead on George Orwell, shouldn’t our domestic intelligence organisations implement widespread and personalised surveillance of all PRC migrants and their close associates – if they haven’t done so already – just to play it safe? This, of course, would be an excellent justification for a vast increase in funding for these organisations. If China is to be treated seriously as a country with hostile intentions – rather than just being a sacrificial pawn in a game of rhetorical brinkmanship – then the logic of Hartcher’s argument seems to lead him ineluctably down such a path.
Max Suich, a former chief editorial executive of Fairfax, recently observed in a letter to the editor of The Sydney Morning Herald that “The conspiratorial material, unsourced, that often purports to document the Chinese threat, can only come, directly or indirectly from the intelligence community’s conduits and media handlers.” Suich further observed that “these ‘scoops’ have made the threat the dominant theme in discussion of relations with China in what is the liberal wing of the Australian media, which might usually be expected to be a bit more sceptical about the actual dimensions of the threat.”
Like Suich, I’m baffled why the left and the right have become such odd bedfellows on this issue. Does it not intrigue or bother Hartcher, as a senior journalist of the “liberal wing of the Australian media,” that he seems to be singing from the same song sheet as Andrew Bolt on the topic of China and Chinese influence?
I think I understand – up to a point. Hartcher abhors communism, and he’s wary – no, extremely worried – that China is seeking to infiltrate the so-called free world. He’s keen to see that our democratic values stay constant and strong. He wants to find a way to minimise the likelihood of Australia and the Australian way of life being jeopardised by China’s current and future actions. And many PRC migrants would support him in that; that’s why they’re here, not in China. However, if Australia halted immigration from the PRC without presenting any evidence that many – or even any – of these potential migrants harbour “hostile intentions” towards Australia, this would imply a profound lack of confidence in the effectiveness of our security and intelligence agencies in screening potential migrants. And if that’s the case, then how can we rely on them to screen potential migrants from other nations? Shouldn’t we just pull up the drawbridge on immigration altogether?
Hartcher cites Huang Xiangmo as an example of a Chinese person who was a “covert agent of influence for the CCP” within Australia. But even if Huang had been brought to trial and found guilty of the accusations against him, it remains true that the vast majority of PRC migrants in Australia do not act in these ways. So my question to Hartcher is this: what does a PRC migrant or permanent resident in Australia have to do in order to be exempted from his suspicion – given that Hartcher stops short of using ethnic Chineseness as his criterion for discrimination? If Hartcher is reluctant to go down the path of internment camps for former citizens of a country suspected of having “hostile intentions” towards Australia, then what would he count as proof of their loyalty to Australia, in order to justify allowing them to continue going about their lives as normal?
It may be useful for Hartcher to know a few things about how pro-China patriotism works. First, the love that many PRC migrants harbour for their homeland is not exclusively the handiwork of the CCP. If Hartcher believes that, he’s giving the CCP and its propaganda apparatus far too much credit. It’s the market: nationalism sells. And the internet: nationalism can be clickbait. And it’s also simply the sense of oneness that we humans seem almost inevitably disposed to feel towards the culture we are born into and the people who nurture us; even from an evolutionary point of view, nationalism looks like a useful default position. Finally, Hartcher should realise that journalists such as he may unintentionally lend a helping hand to the CCP in advancing its ideological work within Australia, by effectively pushing many migrants closer to “the other side.”
There seems to be a huge blind spot in the narrative of the “untrustworthy PRC diaspora”: modern China has experienced only one-party rule. These migrants, and those who remain in China, did not choose to live in a communist country. They were born into that system. It’s not that there’s the CCP and one or more opposition parties, and that Chinese people have chosen to side with the CCP. It’s not only unfair but also illogical to assume that citizens of the PRC – or PRC migrants – are loyal to the CCP simply because they live, or have lived, in a nation ruled by that party.
I lead a research team, funded by an Australian Research Council Discovery Projects grant, investigating the cultural practices of PRC Chinese communities in Australia and their use of Chinese-language social media. We have published some of these findings in peer-reviewed journals, and while our research is ongoing we’re already convinced that this is an extremely heterogeneous cohort, marked by great diversity in class background, education level and cosmopolitanism, as well as in their political distance from the PRC. We’ve conducted large-scale surveys, in-depth interviews and longitudinal ethnographic research. Our findings suggest that PRC migrants don’t always side with the Chinese government on matters of political policy (just as non-Chinese Australians don’t always side with the Australian government). Most of our survey respondents were very happy to promote Australia and many of them were already actively doing so. Our careful analysis of the content of Australia’s Chinese-language media suggests that it is not functioning merely as a blunt and unquestioning tool of the Chinese government and its state media, nor is it just a ventriloquist for mainstream English-language media. Rather, wedged between a frequently anti-Chinese public rhetoric in Australia’s mainstream media and anti-Australian responses in China’s state media, Chinese-language media in Australia seems to profit by giving voice to PRC migrants’ sense of ambivalence towards both Australia and China. Our engaged ethnographic interaction with more than forty WeChat groups of first-generation PRC migrants indicates they have a very high desire to learn about democratic values, practices and processes.
Throughout the summer months, as Australia’s bushfires burned, I closely followed how PRC Chinese migrants used WeChat to organise fundraising events and mobilise fellow citizens to make donations for bushfire victims; how they spread stories about volunteer firefighters of Chinese heritage and about generous and compassionate non-Chinese Aussies; and how they engaged in heated debate on the relationship between climate change and bushfires. Their reason for doing these things was simple: as one Chinese community organisation put it, “Australia is our home.”
Democracy is Australia’s biggest soft-power asset, and we must work hard to keep it. But if you start to think, talk and behave like an authoritarian government, and start to distrust your own citizens and question the allegiance of PRC migrants on the basis of the actions of a few individuals, then you are taking a crucial step towards undermining the “brand” of Australia as a liberal democracy and effectively shooting yourself in the foot. That’s certainly not the way to “armour-plate” Australia.
Finally, in an excellent piece Hartcher wrote recently on Scott Morrison’s lack of leadership, he says:
Populism – of the left and the right – is a political style offering unworkably simplistic solutions to complex problems … Our leaders do not single out Muslims or Mexicans or other minorities for special exclusion. Our leaders do not risk national breakup by sponsoring divisive shocks, like the one now testing the unity of the United Kingdom.
Here, Hartcher appears to be arguing directly against the position he articulated in his Quarterly Essay, where he urged our leaders to single out prospective PRC migrants – literally – for special exclusion. There, he appeared unconcerned that his position amounted to an unworkably simplistic and seemingly populist solution to a deeply complex problem. Following the logic of his own argument, can we assume that Hartcher now wants to recant the position he advanced in Red Flag?
Wanning Sun
RED FLAG
Correspondence
Peter Hartcher’s essay is a timely call to action about the Chinese Communist Party’s intentions for Australia. He outlines a host of decisions collectively awaiting Australia, and raises the prospect of a more difficult future, where economic and security trade-offs are more explicit. The brazen nature of the intimidation he describes is particularly concerning. This is a conversation worth having. Yet a detour into Australian immigration policy shows how easily it can go off-track.
Nearly three in ten Australian residents were born overseas. Yet in public debates like this one, immigration policy is often treated as a pawn on a chessboard – something small to be sacrificed for a larger purpose. Hartcher’s essay is only the most recent example of this phenomenon.
Hartcher calls for civil society and governments to do more to educate “immigrants and the wider community alike on the value of democracy and the responsibilities of citizens.” It is hard to argue with this proposal, though such efforts often go awry in clumsy execution. He calls for better-qualified officials to assess prospective immigrants more closely. Finally, he suggests the introduction of some form of values test, as “immigrants who are committed to liberal-democratic principles should always be given priority over those who are not.” This is not a new concept. Speaking in the federal parliamentary debate on the Immigration Restriction Act in 1901, James Ronald MP said, “Let us tell these foreign races that when they can live up to our social and moral ideals we shall welcome them.”
Like many areas of public policy, the administration of immigration policy is not straightforward. Assessing visa applications is different to looking for contaminated food during quarantine screening. No government official can peer into someone’s soul and understand their true intentions. In particular, the introduction of a formal liberal-democratic values test in the immigration selection process would generate extreme difficulties. What would an objective test for commitment to liberal-democratic values look like? How would an official from the Department of Home Affairs assess this test in relation to individual visa applications?
Instead of buttressing Australia’s liberal democracy, such a test would undermine it. A values test would be impossible to assess without considering where people come from. Despite our aspirations to non-discrimination, where people hail from remains a core criterion shaping Australian immigration policy. A British tourist has no difficulty coming to Australia, but ask an Afghan or Indian citizen about the process and you will find it beset with hurdles. Yet the CCP, not to mention many migrants, would view an Australian values test for immigration selection as a proxy for race. It is worth recalling that under White Australia, migrants were not ostensibly excluded on the grounds of race, but of language.
Hartcher is not racist, nor is he “anti-Chinese.” He explicitly argues for additional immigration from Taiwan and Hong Kong. In the past, he has articulated support for a larger Australian population, which will increasingly depend primarily on Asian and African immigration. But in a country that was federated in part on anti-Asian prejudice and is now home to a large and growing Asian-Australian population, we are compelled to take perceptions of our actions seriously.
How would citizens from countries like the Philippines, Vietnam and Pakistan successfully showcase their commitment to liberal-democratic principles? These are people Hartcher would welcome with open arms. Yet these people also live in countries governed by non-democratic or illiberal regimes. Alongside mainland China and India, they are among the largest recent migrant cohorts to Australia.
For almost all immigrants to Australia, the act of migration itself is a vote for our liberal democracy. There is no evidence to suggest the vast majority of migrants from these countries are undermining Australia’s political system. If anything, it is the opposite. The 2015 report Australians Today found people born in China and Hong Kong who had migrated to Australia between 2001 and 2014 were more likely than recent migrants from New Zealand to feel a sense of belonging in Australia. And they were just as likely to feel that sense of belonging as recent British-born migrants. Those fleeing authoritarianism – people born in Iraq, Afghanistan or Iran – had the most sense of belonging of any group. Like Cold War Soviet émigrés, those who have lived under authoritarian regimes may become the loudest supporters of their new home.
This points to alternative means for addressing the threats Hartcher details. As he argues forcefully, Australian governments and civil society can and must do better to strengthen ourselves against active interference from the CCP. Given the existing, almost limitless powers granted to the Minister for Immigration, directing resources to cancel visas through ministerial discretion is likely to be more effective than empty screening devices such as a values test. We would also do well to consider existing policy directions – such as the ongoing privatisation of parts of the visa application process – and ask what risks this may pose for future Australian capacity to assess threats. Boiled down, visa privatisation is an example of the trade-offs presciently outlined by Hartcher: more fiscal operating space at the expense of poorer oversight and administrative control.
Finally, Hartcher’s immigration proposal shrinks from the promise of Australia. By rebalancing immigration opportunities away from people who may not share a strong affinity for liberal democracy before they get here, he dismisses the prospect that living in Australia can itself foster liberal-democratic values. His proposal fails to consider how the idea of Australia, the very values we seek to protect, can influence those who move here. This is the strongest argument for immigration as a nation-building enterprise, where we engage newcomers by the lived commitment of all Australians, old and new, to our shared liberal-democratic values.
To counter the rising authoritarianism of this political moment, we must socialise our values through our actions. As well as asking hard questions about a host of other immigration policy decisions, this means refusing to judge prospective Australian immigrants’ commitment to liberal democracy by the actions and worldview of regimes such as the CCP.
Henry Sherrell
RED FLAG
Correspondence
In Peter Hartcher’s telling, Australia has undergone an epiphany over China in the past two to three years. Politicians of all stripes, sections of the academy, the media and the bureaucracy have at different times woken up to the fact that China is much more than a valuable economic partner for Australia. Rather, the country has emerged as something more formidable: a uniquely powerful party-state that fuses ordinary diplomatic relations with a determination to ensure any interaction with foreigners buttresses communist rule in China.
Hartcher accurately describes the genesis of Beijing’s interference campaigns, something too few observers manage to do. Beijing’s efforts to influence Australian politics by fair means and foul started as defensive in nature. Beijing wants to make sure that the hundreds of thousands of mainland migrants and students in Australia don’t become carriers of a democratic virus that can be transported back into China.
In some respects, it has succeeded. The Chinese community in Australia is very diverse. Some have been here for decades. Others have just landed or gained citizenship. They are rich, poor and middle class and work in the private and public sectors. They don’t vote along party lines. They have different religions – Buddhism, Catholism and evangelical Christianity – and often no religion at all.
The most prominent and powerful community organisations and Chinese-language media, by contrast, are nearly all pro-Beijing and allergic to criticising the CCP. That’s not by accident. If you criticise the CCP in Australia, the party can make sure your business or relatives pay a price in China, and perhaps in Australia as well, where the community can be mobilised on Beijing’s behalf.
However, once people wise up to how the party-state works, the gains that the CCP makes in strengthening its rule at home start to evaporate abroad. The backlash against China that Hartcher describes is not confined to Australia. It is happening across the developed world, and in many developing nations as well.
The backlash is by no means universal. Chinese investment is welcome in many countries, from Asia to Africa. Nor is all the criticism necessarily fair in every circumstance. China’s conflict with the reigning superpower, the United States, is multifaceted – covering trade, economics, geopolitics and ideology. But it is also about raw power. Superpowers like the US do not give way without a fight.
That is one of the conundrums in analysing China’s rise. The challenges posed by Beijing do not always arise from the fact that China is pursuing nefarious ends. They also come because China is behaving just as any great state would. It wants to dominate the Indo-Pacific, and, over time, push the United States out of the region. To be sure, Beijing is doing so through absurd territorial claims in the South China Sea, which are being enforced through intimidation of neighbouring Southeast Asian nations. But China would be challenging the United States no matter what kind of government was in power in Beijing.
Hartcher lays out with precision how the China landscape has been transformed in Australia. China’s interests go well beyond managing the politics of the Australian Chinese community and Chinese student population. Australia’s alliance with the United States, the trade and business relationship, our intelligence assets and foreign policy – all are under pressure. In addition, Canberra, like other governments, has to deal with the extra-territorial demands of the party-state. Beijing aims to condition foreign governments and politicians to internalise its own talking points on issues like Taiwan and the South China Sea, to the point where our policies all but match China’s.
While Hartcher depicts the China threat very well, I think he underplays the other side of this equation: how to manage the opportunities in the relationship. Put another way, Australia has an anti-China policy, but it has yet to develop a comprehensive China policy, one which is strategic in protecting Australia’s long-term interests but sly and adept enough to take advantage of any benefits that the bilateral relationship throws up.
When I say “anti-China,” I don’t mean that in a pejorative sense, although the term is often used that way. A once-in-a-generation about-turn on an issue as momentous as China was always going to provoke intense debate and personal rancour. That is certainly the case in Australia, where taking any position on an issue relating to China can immediately see you tattooed by critics on the other side of the argument as being in one camp or another for life. And heaven forbid you call for more nuance in the debate. Nuance, in the eyes of some, has become a byword for appeasement. The bitter, binary split over China undercuts any efforts to find common ground.
As Hartcher hints at, rightly in my view, Australia has to learn how to walk and chew gum at the same time. There is nothing wrong with taking a tougher political line on China while also trying to protect the significant economic relationship. Japan, and to a lesser extent Singapore, have done a much better job at this. Why can’t Australia?
It is all very well to talk about diversifying our trading ties, as many do, but it is not so easy in practice. We also forget that trade and investment with China is a two-way street. Australia too often describes itself as reliant on China, which immediately puts our governing class into a defensive crouch. A more confident country would see itself as interdependent. The trade relationship is important for another reason that the defence and national security hawks don’t like to talk about. They might ask themselves how they are going to fund bigger military budgets while simultaneously scaling back business ties with China. As grating as it might have been, Beijing’s ambassador, Cheng Jingye, was right when he said at the end of 2019 that Australia’s trade and budget surpluses were built on the back of trade with China.
It is hard to be too critical of Hartcher for not sketching out in detail how a better relationship with China might unfold. There are so many variables: Chinese internal politics; how Beijing’s ties with the United States in particular, but also Japan and south-east Asian nations, evolve; how far China pushes its defence interests in the Pacific, where Australia has so much at stake; whether India can reach its economic potential and act as a counterbalance to China. There is no telling the future in the region.
Still, on two of Hartcher’s recommendations, I disagree. The first is his recommendation that MPs should submit to formal security clearance. Security vetting takes months at a minimum. In the case of Chinese Australians joining the bureaucracy, ASIO not only screens their relatives in Australia, but also in China. To understand how disastrous this could be in practice, imagine how such a scenario might have played out in the last federal election. If Labor had won a few more seats, the result could have hung on Liberal Gladys Liu’s election in Chisholm, in Melbourne. Leaving aside how fraught, impractical and inefficient a vetting process would be, the question of which party would govern Australia could have been left hanging on ASIO’s assessment of one candidate’s loyalty. Further, ASIO could refuse to issue a security clearance, and then decline to say why. Australia’s intelligence agencies have been enthusiastic partners with the government in the expansion of the security state in recent years. But even Duncan Lewis, the outgoing ASIO chief, disavowed this suggestion. Far better, I think, to leave such vetting to the political process, the media and the parties themselves, and to have it all done in public. The voters can then make up their own minds.
The second is Hartcher’s idea that ethnic Chinese be favoured as immigrants over applicants from mainland China itself. This sets up a dangerous slippery slope, in my view. We have no data, for a start, telling us about the political views of mainland migrants as opposed to those from, say, Taiwan, Singapore or Malaysia. Many mainlanders, like Feng Chongyi, whom Hartcher interviews for his essay, love Australia precisely because it is a democracy. Are mainland Chinese to be put through some higher-level loyalty test before they are accepted as migrants? How would this be administered? Should applicants from the mainland be excluded because they credit the Communist Party for their country’s economic advances over recent decades? Where else in the world should this test be applied? Do we allow in Indians who back Narendra Modi’s anti-Muslim policies? Should we have had stricter tests for Serbians, after the last Balkan conflict, to see which side they were on?
After Australia discarded the White Australia policy, one of the strengths of its immigration system has been that it is non-discriminatory. Maybe that has slipped here and there (for example, recently, in favouring Iraqi Christians for entry over Muslims from that region), but this is not something we should encourage, as politicians will find endless ways to slice and dice and weaponise the criteria for entry. In a successful multicultural country, there is a lot at stake.
The emphasis should be on what Hartcher correctly advocates elsewhere in his essay: the proper enforcement of the foreign interference laws that were passed in 2018 but have barely been enforced since. If our democratic processes, political parties, institutions and civil society are resilient and in good order, we wouldn’t have to canvass policies like this.
Richard McGregor
RED FLAG
Correspondence
Peter Hartcher’s recent Quarterly Essay provides an excellent, informative and insightful analysis of the challenges Australia faces in managing its deepening relationship with China. But like many important works of analysis, it raises just as many questions as it answers, a few of which I will address here.
The first point is that Hartcher may be guilty of overestimating China’s historical economic and political power. He highlights the economic power of China when he notes that “China’s economy was the biggest in the world for at least half a millennium, until as recently as 1820.” While that may be true, over this same period China progressively slipped behind Western Europe and especially the United Kingdom in terms of GDP per capita, which is a better indicator of economic and technological sophistication than total economy size. Although Chinese and Western European GDP per capita were similar for the first millennium of the Common Era, by the year 1500 Western Europe’s GDP per capita had leapt 30 per cent ahead of China’s. And by 1820, Western Europe’s GDP per capita was more than double that of China, and by 1950 it was more than ten times China’s. The reality is that for much of the past 500 years (in fact, until the reforms launched by Deng Xiaoping in 1978) China had a stagnant and relatively declining economy. In other words, its economy was big thanks to its enormous population, but backward. And this economic stagnation made it highly vulnerable to outside forces like the Manchus, who conquered China in the seventeenth century and created the Qing dynasty, and also Japan and several Western countries, which invaded China in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries. Overestimating China’s historical power is now a widespread trend, and gives the impression that China’s renaissance is returning the country to its natural dominant position in global affairs. The reality is that for more than 500 years, China was a fading power with a relatively declining and stagnant economy.
Second, Hartcher mentions some of the challenges facing the Chinese economy today. Indeed, despite its rapid development in these past few decades, China still has a big but backward economy, with a GDP per capita that is only one-quarter that of the United States. And China faces significant challenges, such as its enormous debt, rapidly ageing population, weak productivity, and trade and geopolitical tensions with the United States and other Western countries. Chinese productivity is only 30 per cent of that of world leaders like the US and Germany.
In this context, one issue not explored by Hartcher is how Australia’s relationship with China might be affected if China fell into a scenario of long-term economic stagnation (as Japan, Asia’s previous superstar, has done) or if it succumbed to an economic crisis like some Asian countries did two decades ago. The Australian economy would suffer from such a scenario, given our close economic relations. But the Chinese Communist Party, which relies on strong economic growth as a source of political legitimacy, would likely ramp up nationalism to maintain popular support. Such nationalism could take many forms, such as assertive behaviour towards Australia’s close friends, like Japan. It could also involve more coercive behaviour towards Australia’s ethnic Chinese population. Further, a weakening economy could see more Chinese citizens seeking to leave China for countries like Australia, as well as even more capital flight.
In short, a China that gets bogged in economic stagnation and becomes more paranoid and insecure may well prove an even more dangerous country to deal with. We see this today with Russia, which is an economic basket case, but is flailing about on the international stage, causing havoc wherever it goes.
Lastly, Hartcher lavishes praise on the Chinese state: “Imperial China, a world leader in technology, also pioneered the capable, modern nation-state. It took Europe almost two millennia to catch up. China is again thrusting to the forefront of technological know-how and pioneering a more effective nation-state.” While this is true, it is also true that China has never had the rule of law, by which the country’s highest political authority should also obey the law. Even today, the Chinese Communist Party is a law unto itself, and China’s judiciary is highly politicised and corrupt. “Constitutionalism” is a taboo subject in China. Nor have China’s rulers ever been subject to “downward accountability” to the country’s citizens through democratic elections. The nation-state may have come to the West very much later than in China. But the Western nation-state is vastly superior to that of China thanks to the rule of law and electoral democracy, even if Western democracy is struggling somewhat today.
How long China’s anachronistic political situation can persist is a big question. Today, the CCP is visibly worried, as is evident from the growing repression, surveillance, use of propaganda, and nationalism. The political crisis in Hong Kong shows the limitations of authoritarianism. Any political instability and possible regime change in China would certainly have a massive impact on the world, and especially on Australia.
John West
RED FLAG
Correspondence
I began reading Peter Hartcher’s essay in China. I was teaching an MA class at Beijing Foreign Studies University on Australian responses to the rise of Asia from the mid-nineteenth century to the present. I had taught variations on this theme during my time as BHP Chair of Australian Studies at Peking University from 2013 to 2016. In the three months I was in Beijing late last year the skies were clear and the air quality good. Meanwhile, Australia was on fire. I left China more convinced than ever that the biggest national security threat facing our continent and our immediate region is not China, but climate change.
Hartcher’s essay is not confined to the here and now. He speculates on where China will be in 2049, when the Chinese Communist Party will have been in power for a century. But will it make it that far? Following the seventy-year anniversary of the CCP last year there has been discussion of the lifespan of authoritarian regimes. As I read this literature, it seems that reaching a century would defy precedent and is far from assured. In this same timeframe, the world will be dealing with the accelerating impacts of climate change. In our region these impacts may well be catastrophic for Pacific nations, generating large flows of climate refugees. And should we think of the residents and visitors in Mallacoota at the turn of the decade as climate refugees?
The next thirty years promise to be turbulent and difficult to predict. Hartcher should be applauded for offering a roadmap to this future. He is emboldened to do so, it seems to me, because he appears to know where China wants to be in 2049 and implies that what China wants China will get. We are told that where China wants to be in 2049 is clearly spelt out in the secret and sinister “Document 9.” Hartcher tells us that this document outlines CCP plans to achieve a tighter, more authoritarian grip on power within China while also working to make China the dominant global power. What credence should be given to Document 9 is an open question. More important is the willingness to believe that a document written in 2012 can be flawlessly implemented to accomplish stated goals by 2049.
This mode of thinking takes us into Orientalist territory, bringing to the surface yet again deeply held and persistent fears. For well over a century Australia has produced a body of speculative writing and conspiratorial thinking about a threatening Asia. The late-nineteenth and early-twentieth century produced invasion stories in which the challenge arose not from China’s remarkable/disturbing cohesion but from its collapse. As the Qing dynasty fell apart, pundits worried that “floods” of Chinese would flow into “empty” Australia, wiping out European settlement. Populous China, a country in turbulent disarray, torn by rebellion within and by the encroachment of hostile foreign powers, was seen as a distinct threat to Australia’s survival. This perceived threat prompted massive increases in defence spending in the early years of the new Commonwealth, from 1901 to 1914. In this way, imagined vulnerabilities had very real political and budgetary consequences.
China, at that point in our history, appeared to present two problems: there were far too many Chinese and they seemed able to act collectively in ways Europeans could not. One chapter in my book Anxious Nation is titled “One Hundred Act as One” – a phrase taken from goldrush Australia. On the goldfields the Chinese seemed to work together in uncanny ways, like bees or ants in their hives or anthills. A similar unease surfaced at the opening ceremony of the Beijing Olympics, when thousands of perfectly coordinated Chinese marched, danced and waved placards. Were these real human beings or automata?
If the collapse of China under the Qing posed a grave threat, so too did China united under communism from 1949. Visiting Australia in the late 1950s, the British writer and broadcaster Malcolm Muggeridge warned Australians that with Mao fully in control it would only be a matter of fifteen to twenty years before Australia was overrun. Journalist and author Donald Horne picked up on the widespread fatalism of this time, which was summed up, he believed, in the oft-heard phrase “we don’t have a chance.”
The Catholic intellectual B.A. Santamaria was very clear about what was going to happen to Australia. In the late 1950s, he was at his most influential as a Cold War warrior, broadcaster and newspaper columnist. Where his friend Muggeridge had wandered around sniffing the breeze in his endearing way, Santamaria had laid his hands on actual documents, hard evidence that revealed China’s plans. It would all happen in the next twenty years. China would take control of Australia. China’s planned “political warfare” or “revolution by stealth” would unfold in three carefully calculated stages, culminating in the complete incorporation of Australia into the Chinese “co-prosperity sphere.” Japan’s co-prosperity plan for Asia had been recycled to the Chinese. In formulating his views, Santamaria was influenced by Lenin’s prophecy of 1918 that for communists the road to Paris and world domination lay through Beijing. There it was. Lenin had a plan and it was being implemented. The fall of Australia, while not central, was certainly part of that long-term strategy.
Santamaria was not the only figure to have acquired written proof of Chinese intentions. Even the Murrumbidgee Irrigator had documents proving that Mao was planning the “ultimate absorption of Australia into the Communist empire of the East.” The front cover of Denis Warner’s Hurricane from China (1961) read, “What you MUST know about Mao Tse-Tung’s plan for world conquest.” In 1961, the invincible Mao had plunged China into the calamitous Great Leap Forward, at a cost of up to 30 million lives and perhaps the worst famine in Chinese history.
Of course, it does not follow that because warnings about a threatening Asia/China proved wrong in the past that today’s new warnings must also be wrong. But any application of “due diligence” principles would suggest that we should look very closely at the history of Australian predictions about the rise of Asia/China. This is not something we are keen to do. What do these recurrent anxieties about losing our nation to Asia tell us? What is the expertise or knowledge of the people issuing these warnings? What evidence do they bring to bear and how reliable is it? What kind of impact are they aiming for? Finally, any case that is made for a negative or apocalyptic scenario involving a threatening Asia/China should be “stress-tested” by measuring the case in favour against the opposing case. It is not naive to do this. It is simply prudent.
While in Beijing recently I asked a senior Chinese academic at Peking University, someone with considerable Australian experience, what was going on in Hong Kong. I put it to them that surely the Chinese leadership would be getting very sophisticated briefings about the situation. Beijing would know a great deal more than it was prepared to reveal. My colleague was wholly unconvinced, arguing that the Chinese government probably had very little real understanding of what motivated the demonstrators in Hong Kong and little idea of how to resolve the conflict. This person added that if Beijing knew so little about Hong Kong, it seemed likely they would know even less about other, more distant societies. This view appears to be borne out by Hong Kong’s recent municipal elections. It came as a great surprise to Beijing that its candidates were trounced. Where is the evidence of a masterful plan and how is it going? To that we can now add pushback from Indonesia and a negative response to Beijing in the recent Taiwanese general election.
Around this time, I attended a two-day forum in Beijing on developments in what the Chinese call “Oceania” – what we think of as the Pacific Islands. After several New Zealand academics had delivered nuanced accounts of Pacific Island cultures and political systems and their shared concern about climate change, I sensed that one of my Chinese colleagues was becoming quite impatient. At question time, he announced his Pacific solution. These small, doomed nations, he argued, just had to be summarily picked up and planted somewhere else. There was a problem and here was the obvious, if culturally insensitive solution from a senior Chinese exponent of international relations.
A society that has made brilliant economic and technical achievements over the last forty years may at the same time be culturally insular and poorly equipped to acknowledge that different ways of seeing the world might have their own merit. China can often appear (and be) harsh, clumsy and bullying when it meets societies, cultures and opinions its government does not endorse. I have no reason to doubt Hartcher’s account of the harassment, bullying and attempted bribery meted out to Australian journalist John Garnaut. Why would he make it up?
However, in the period when I was a visiting academic in China (even as a professor in its top university), I saw no red envelopes stuffed with cash, received no tempting inducements to change my opinions and there was no attempt to influence what I taught. That said, I do know of one visiting Australian academic who was not invited back after a student complained that he had shown a video critical of China to his class. Chinese academics will protest that they are free to discuss all manner of issues, but I remain unconvinced.
When it comes to the “China threat,” where does the Australian public stand? Drawing on Lowy Institute polling, Hartcher demonstrates that, while growing more uneasy, the public remains fairly measured in its response to China’s rise. When compared with citizens of other nations, Australians are neither extremely fearful nor unconcerned. But where the public sits does not correspond that well with what our security services are saying. Hartcher draws heavily on the opinions of former director of ASIO Duncan Lewis. None of his opinions is questioned, including his claim that China poses an “existential threat” to Australia. To be clear, Lewis claims that China is not simply seeking to interfere in Australian affairs in wholly unacceptable ways, but has a plan to subvert and control the nation. For him, Australia is the test case, the “canary in the mine” for China’s global ambition. For ASIO, the Australian public is not worried enough when it comes to China. The Coalition appears to agree: its task is to have the public worry more about China and less about climate change.
The problem for the public, myself included, is that ASIO works in an extremely shadowy world. We are instructed to heed its warnings and trust its judgment while being kept in the dark about the extent, depth and effectiveness of foreign influence from all quarters. We have seen the absurd spectacle of Senator Jacqui Lambie handing her vote to the government after a “national security” briefing. The government denies there was a deal, and our democratically elected senator will not reveal anything about the briefing. Some years after the spectacle of “on-water matters,” the government runs the real risk of turning national security into a selectively applied and all too convenient expedient to be turned on and off as opinion polls dictate. Will the latest dip in the polls mean a renewed focus on national security and the China threat?
Hartcher recommends a federal Independent Commission Against Corruption and effectively implemented regulations around foreign political donations. These seem sensible measures. We also need well-informed, disciplined debate and, as Hartcher argues, much more confidence in the strength and appeal of our own society and its democratic institutions. Our democratic freedoms are an important reason why so many Chinese want to settle here.
David Walker
RED FLAG
Correspondence
Peter Hartcher’s essay homes in on what he sees as the “essential starting point” for Australia in its relations with China: the question “What does China want from Australia?” This is an interesting question, but not the right one. By framing it in this way, Hartcher places Australia in the passive position of waiting to see what China wants and then responding as best it can.
This critique is not just a semantic one. Hartcher argues that what China wants is “as much power and influence over Australia as it can possibly get, using fair means or foul.” But what China wants is only half the story. Influence is a two-way street, as research by my colleague Evelyn Goh at the Australian National University reminds us. China’s ability to influence other countries depends as much on the choices, decision-making processes and domestic institutions of these countries, as well as the international arrangements that they make, as it does on China’s power, pressure or skill. It is no different in Australia. What is most remarkable about Hartcher’s engaging accounts of Chinese attempts to influence Australian politicians and journalists is his demonstration that these efforts have consistently failed. Not only did Joe Hockey, Stephen Conroy, Bill Shorten, Penny Wong, Richard Marles and John Garnaut resist Chinese attempts to persuade or coerce, by Hartcher’s account they also hardened their views towards China as a result. Indeed, the only “successful” case of Chinese Communist Party influence over an Australian politician was arguably that of Sam Dastyari, whose willingness to parrot China’s position on the South China Sea brought a rapid end to his parliamentary career.
Hartcher acknowledges the consistent failure of Chinese attempts to “intrude” in Australian political and economic life. But he appears unconvinced by his own argument that there are limits to Beijing’s influence, or that Australia has the capacity to shape the nature of its relationship with China. Instead, he portrays Australia as fundamentally vulnerable to China’s overtures. He quotes at length former ASIO chief Duncan Lewis, who claims Australia faces an “existential threat” as a result of China’s “unprecedented” foreign interference activities. Having started from the passive position of asking “What does China want from Australia?” Hartcher can’t help but dismiss his own evidence and conclude that our politicians, journalists, businesses, universities and citizens are vulnerable to China and in need of protection by an increasingly powerful ASIO. By this flawed argument, he concludes, disturbingly, that we must give our intelligence agencies the right to vet those who run for parliament in this country.
Hartcher also dramatically underestimates the extent to which China’s own character and behaviour have often worked to limit its influence, both in Australia and around the world. Chinese economic statecraft in South Korea and elsewhere has undermined the country’s reputation as a reliable, market-based economic partner, while Xi Jinping’s creeping authoritarianism and human rights abuses at home have raised doubts about the desirability of a more Chinese-centred international order. Hartcher echoes perennial fears in Canberra that Asia-Pacific countries are being “bought off” by China’s lucrative foreign aid and infrastructure spending. There’s little evidence of this. A major study by AidData found that Chinese spending of US$120 billion in infrastructure and other financial diplomacy in South and Central Asia since 2000 has not translated into countries siding with China on contentious issues, or automatically winning over public support. Where China has been successful in gaining support on the world stage, it has commonly been because its policies or values align with those of other countries, particularly in the developing world: providing investment in much-needed physical infrastructure, giving them greater representation in global institutions, and preserving an international order that respects plural values and diverse systems of government.
At home in Australia, China’s so-called “influence operations” have not only failed, they’ve had precisely the opposite of their intended effect. China’s efforts to cultivate influence – through both overt and covert means – have resulted in a notable hardening of Australian attitudes in recent years. As Hartcher notes, the authoritative Lowy Institute poll of Australian attitudes about international affairs saw a 20 per cent decline in Australian levels of trust of China between 2018 and 2019. Yet again Hartcher is strangely unconvinced by his own evidence. Despite noting that Australians possess a “realistic” scepticism in their appraisals of China, his essay leans heavily on unsubstantiated assertions that Australian society is especially vulnerable to Chinese “infiltration,” or that China has already “bought control” of Australia’s economy and political system. As a result, Hartcher interprets cases like the United Front’s attempts to put on concerts in the Sydney and Melbourne town halls celebrating Mao Zedong as an example of how Australian naivety is being exploited by CCP interest groups. But an alternative reading is that these concert bookings generated vigorous debate and criticism about Mao’s leadership within the Australian Chinese community – precisely what one would hope for and expect in a healthy democratic society.
Hartcher rightly points to paralysis in Australian strategy on China. But the starting point for developing this strategy cannot be a defensive reaction to what China wants from Australia. Instead, it must be a forward-looking answer to the question “What does Australia want from China?” and, more importantly, “What can Australia achieve on the global stage?” Answering these questions will require rigorous evidence-based debate about China and the reasons why it remains so vitally important to Australia.
Rather than weakening our democratic institutions, or requiring a slavishly bipartisan line on China, as Hartcher suggests, we should remind ourselves that robust debate and critique of government policy is not a sign of disloyalty or of being pro-Beijing, but instead represents the contestability that is at the heart of an effective democratic system.
Amy King
MEN AT WORK
Response to Correspondence
The first and best thing to say is that I’ve heard from a lot of men after publishing this essay. Like Tim Hammond, who returned home to Perth after quitting his job as an MP and was amazed at the number of men who sidled up to congratulate him in the street, I’ve been approached by men on the train, on social media, at the shops – even by a youngster who cycled past me in the street and wanted to let me know he was reading the Quarterly Essay.
When I wrote The Wife Drought in 2014, I got furtive responses from men. Like, I’d be sitting next to a bloke on a plane and about twenty minutes in he’d rustle his newspaper, cough and say, “My wife’s reading your book.” This time, the response is from men who’ve been reading it for themselves. The best day of the publicity tour was the lunch at the Melbourne Press Club where – at the back of the room – a couple of blokes hovered with their babies, employing the shallow knee-bend bouncing movement that very young children know to demand right at the moment their parent’s meal has been served.
To a person who’s spoken at hundreds of events, briefings, conferences, networking breakfasts and god knows what else about gender issues and become dully accustomed to the typical audience for such discussions (serried rows of interested eyes, a handbag under every chair), the presence of fathers and babies was a joyous development. Because the whole point of the essay was a gentle attempt at recognition from a female writer that the issues that crowd women’s online forums – balancing work and life, parental guilt, the stress of juggling multiple deep and loving obligations – are not just about us.
There is room for men here. We have to make room, and they need to be permitted to occupy it. That is all.
It’s so easy to arrange ourselves into predictable teams to duke out the gender-related controversies of our age. Easy, but stupid. (How did #MeToo ever become a men versus women thing, for example? Seems pretty obvious to me that it’s a jerk versus non-jerk affair, dangly bits notwithstanding.)
We need, all of us, to be big enough to register the bigger picture. To step back and ignore our resentment or tiredness or anxiety and recognise that there are powerful forces and assumptions that regulate all of us, even those we might see as more fortunate than ourselves.
I’m indebted, as ever, to Marian Baird for her deep knowledge of Australia’s reform history in this area, and to Andrew Wear, who is right to observe that the gender pay gap forces the hands of many heterosexual couples when making life decisions; both pieces of correspondence correct deficiencies in the essay, and I’m grateful for them.
Mark Tennant’s account of domestic gatekeeping among women is an uncomfortable truth often avoided in the discussion about domestic workload; I wrote about it in The Wife Drought and welcome its inclusion in Professor Tennant’s correspondence.
I loved Grant Marjoribanks’ response, of course. It’s always pleasant to be told that you’ve nailed it. But more, I loved his articulation of the inner life of a working father, prey to a remarkably similar constellation of guilt and uncertainty to that regularly described on women’s chat-sites. We don’t hear men’s voices on this topic enough. Probably because we’re not listening out for them; our dials are tuned to another station.
Speaking of which. Angela Shanahan’s dial is tuned to expect feminists to whine about men and resent motherhood. Which is the only explanation for her mesmerising ability to read an entire 25,000-word essay without at any juncture, apparently, grasping the point of it. Determinedly, she describes the essay as a “long complaint” and adds a feline swipe at my level of devotion to the unglamorous elements of motherhood. For good measure, my “artfully recherché image” gets a whack too. (What?) I laughed out loud when I read that bit, because I was multitasking at the time; one hand scrolling through the text, the other administering a nit treatment to my own hair.
I’m pretty okay with the messy bits of motherhood, believe me. And I don’t – this might come as a surprise to the correspondent in question – keep my children in child care until late hours, outsource their birthday parties, or get someone else to take them to the dentist. I changed the way I worked when I had kids. I shifted as much as I could – writing, editing – to after the kids’ bedtimes and I worked from home whenever I could. I did different jobs: writing online and TV projects rather than the straight newspaper work that was my bread and butter. (I incorporated cooking into my work not – by the way – because I figured I could use a few ameliorative drops of 1950s housewife in the bitter cauldron-stew of my feminist PR image, but because I like to cook. Sometimes, Dr Freud, a cigar really is just a cigar.) Changing the way I worked was scary sometimes, and stressful too. But it was worth it. Being able to be with my children was the best part, but I also found the change stimulated me to look at things differently; I had more ideas, and better ones. And it’s this great stuff on which fathers so often miss out.
I’m with Maddison Connaughton (whose response thrilled my heart): the mountainous terrain of Jennifer Baxter’s graph describing the changes to a woman’s life made by motherhood may be daunting, but the endless flatness of the men’s graph evokes the tedium of a life from which something lively and urgent is missing. That’s the point of the essay, really. It’s not a whine about men. It’s an attempt to see this issue in a different way. Rather than denigrating men for their failure to shoulder more responsibility at home, I wanted to look at the structural constraints that silently oblige men to keep doing what they do.
I would never question any family’s decisions about how they want to manage things. Or argue that there should somehow be a mandated 50/50 split of domestic duties and breadwinning in every heterosexual couple so as to ensure gender parity. There are absolutely legitimate factors involved in such decisions: Who earns more? Whose job is more flexible? Whose career is at a point where a break or a change could be feasible or even helpful? Can we afford for one parent to be out of the workforce entirely?
But there are also other factors that are powerful for fathers at this life juncture. And they include: Men don’t really take parental leave at my workplace. My parents/friends/co-workers will think it’s weird if I take a year off. I’m worried that my work ethic will be questioned. And those are terrible reasons on which to base such a huge and intimate decision.
I didn’t write this essay because I want a hand with the dishes. I’m blessed to be in a relationship with a man who works flexibly, does the laundry and doesn’t need a list of instructions when in sole charge of our children, who we made together. I wrote it because I think it’s absolutely absurd that children should miss out on their fathers, or vice versa, simply because some under-examined and outdated setting in our culture continues to suggest that working flexibly, or taking parental leave, is something really only intended for women to do. We used to think that being in the army, or being in the corner office, was something only men did, but we changed our minds about that over the years.
No reason we can’t change our minds about this too.
Annabel Crabb
MEN AT WORK
Correspondence
There aren’t many of us, apparently. Or at least not nearly as many as there could be.
It’s a Thursday – my regular day off to care for my one-year-old daughter – and during a nap time of unpredictable length I’m reading Annabel Crabb’s Men at Work. Crabb’s essay reveals just how far we are from anything approaching gender equality when it comes to caring for our own offspring. As more and more women with kids have joined the workforce, men simply haven’t picked up the household slack. Crabb notes that in Australian families with at least one child under twelve, more than 40 per cent of mothers work part-time. The figure for fathers is only 4 per cent.
It is clear, though, that Australian men want to dedicate more time to raising their children, as Crabb argues. The strength of her analysis is in pointing to the stubborn attitudes that act as a handbrake on that change. Taxpayer-funded parental leave is seen as easy money, and flexible work is seen as something you get away with (rather than a necessity). More than a quarter of men actually experience discrimination when they return to work after taking leave for the birth of a child – this kind of “soft” work is still associated with women.
One of the things that struck me while reading Men at Work is that any discussion of gender, child-raising and the workplace needs to be part of a deeper project of economic justice. Crabb’s essay is strong in its survey of the leading parental-leave schemes modelled in Scandinavia and by some of the big corporates in Australia. But if, as she argues, our own perceptions of gender roles are in urgent need of adjusting, we would do well to start by providing decent and equitable wages to those professionals who devote their time to caring for our young. One of the powerful things you realise as the parent of a newborn is the crucial importance of the “caring economy” that supports you. My partner and I wouldn’t have survived those tricky early months of parenthood without friends and family. But equally important have been our cleaner, early childcare educators, local librarians and child health nurses. These are largely female-dominated and underpaid professions. For example, an astonishing 97 per cent of early childhood educators are women – some paid as little as $22 an hour.
Beyond the demands of child rearing, Crabb rightly points out the benefits of extending flexible work practices to all workers, regardless of whether they are parents. It is worth reflecting, however, on how we arrived at the point where the idea that workplaces should “flex” to accommodate the needs of self-fulfilment and nurture is seen as novel. The truth is that the neoliberal project of the last forty or so years has been brutally efficient at pricing all sorts of commodities while dangerously undervaluing a range of “externalities” (such as our warming climate). Blindness to the true cost of caring for the planet and ourselves is at the heart of the current economic order.
I wasn’t surprised when Crabb’s essay pointed to research finding that close to half of millennial men feel excluded from gender equality measures, and that men still tend to judge their worth by reference to their paid rather than caring work. Our political and economic systems create powerful norms that ripple through society to the level of the self. It’s vitally important for millennials and others that we address the gender inequalities in our home and workplaces, but let’s couple these efforts with the wider project of making the economy work for all of us.
Andrew Thackrah
MEN AT WORK
Correspondence
Annabel Crabb makes an overdue appeal for us to consider the “other side of the equation” of gendered work and family life. She poses the question: “What happens to men when they have kids?” In the context of heterosexual married couples, she proceeds to address the barriers men face if they truly wish to engage in work and family life as equals with their partner. Of course, she is mindful of what happens to women – how their careers suffer, and how they bear the brunt of parenting, childcare and household work; how gendered expectations unfairly subject working mothers to interrogations about how they cope with work and family life (but typically exempt fathers). So why focus on men? Well, Crabb puts the case that women will benefit from changes in the workplace attitudes and policies that hinder men’s engagement with family life. We learn, for example, that men are twice as likely to be refused flexible working arrangements as women, that men take up only a tiny fraction of available primary-carer leave provisions, that stay-at-home dads are isolated in the community and that workplaces are more accepting of the family demands placed on mothers than on fathers.
By highlighting the systemic barriers men face in gaining access to domestic work, Crabb is changing the terms of the debate. This is actually quite a radical departure. Hitherto, the primary focus has been on women.
Crabb seems a tad concerned that, in shifting the focus, she is entering into dangerous territory – hence her reassurances that she is not for one minute forgetting the well-documented disadvantages faced by women.
Doubtless for some, this refocusing on men is laughable – surely the evidence is that men don’t seek such access? But such a dismissive attitude is arguably the result of a highly gendered view of the value of paid as opposed to unpaid domestic work. Paid work is seen as a source of self-worth, identity, financial security and productive engagement with others, while unpaid domestic work is typically seen as simply a list of chores to be completed. This devaluing of unpaid labour is apparent, at least implicitly, in research and media reports on the unfair burden placed on women and the call for men to do their “share.” In contrast, mothers’ smaller share of paid work is regarded as a barrier to full participation and access.
The Australian Institute of Family Studies reports that the total (paid and unpaid) weekly work hours of (heterosexual) married couples with children are roughly the same, with fathers working seventy-five hours per week and mothers working seventy-seven hours per week. However, the distribution of labour in these arrangements is such that women undertake fewer paid work hours and many more unpaid work hours than men. This is frequently portrayed as a systemic issue that disadvantages women – and it is. But Crabb is making the case that it also disadvantages men who want to be more engaged in family life but have “long work hours, lack of flexibility” and difficulty accessing “family-related leave.”
Crabb cites a number of policy initiatives in other countries that promote men’s engagement with family life, most notably in Norway, Iceland, Germany and the province of Quebec, in Canada. And she identifies a number of initiatives of businesses in Australia. However, while she acknowledges the overriding influence of cultural assumptions in shaping gendered roles, she focuses mainly on the paid-work dimension and misses an opportunity to dissect further the gendered nature of unpaid work.
Research conducted by Stephanie Wiesmann in the Netherlands (published in the journal Community, Work and Family) provides some insight into this. She and others posed the questions, “Who is responsible for seeing that domestic tasks are carried out?”, “Who carries out which tasks?” and “To what standard are the tasks performed and how frequently?” The answers are hardly surprising. Even among those who share domestic work equally, the tasks undertaken clearly indicated a gendered division of labour. For example, laundry was done by women, while men did household repairs. Moreover, women were typically the household managers, often delegating tasks to their partners and supervising their work. They determined who did what and to what standard. Men were typically passive, waiting to be told what to do, with some resenting close supervision and reacting to it by withdrawing. Those women who preferred to do tasks themselves often referred to their expertise and their partner’s lack of expertise. For example, one woman said her partner didn’t take into account clothing labels when doing laundry, and did not stack the dishwasher properly (the list could go on: the need to separate colours for the washing machine, hanging clothes out to dry using the correct peg technique, carefully selecting children’s clothes to wear to a party, handwashing valuable crockery, folding laundry in the correct manner, wiping surfaces with the appropriate cloth and spray).
Numerous studies over many years outline the gendered nature of the distribution of household tasks. The household management role assumed by women is attributed to the higher standards they demand, because their identity is invested in the domestic sphere, which is generally not the case with men. It seems, then, that the domestic sphere is a mirror image of the paid workforce, where men are overwhelmingly the managers (as Crabb’s essay states, women comprise only “10 per cent of executives and 6 per cent of CEOs in the ASX200”). If it is accepted that men need to cede power to women in the paid workplace, is it reasonable to expect women to cede power to men in the domestic workplace? Is the role of women in the domestic workplace a barrier to men’s access and participation? These questions are at least worth posing, and they are certainly questions raised by Crabb’s essay.
Mark Tennant
MEN AT WORK
Correspondence
As the father of young children, I find the scenarios Annabel Crabb presents all too familiar. In public settings, some people seem to regard fathers attending to their children as remarkable rather than routine. When my children were infants, it was disconcerting to be patronised with congratulations (“Aren’t you good?”) for the mere act of looking after them. In the workplace and online, discussions focus on the challenges for women of balancing work and family. They rarely seem to involve men; the implicit – and infuriating – assumption being that men don’t face the same challenge. Given many men are engaged in a day-to-day struggle to stay upright as they attempt to balance work with parenting and being a responsible partner, I suspect men need to do a better job of creating spaces to talk about this.
It’s easy to understand why Crabb is taken with the idea of a “daddy quota” as part of an enhanced parental leave system. Recently, I interviewed a number of people in Iceland about their experiences of gender equality and was amazed to learn that Icelandic men take an average of eighty-seven days of paternity leave after the birth of each child. Picture almost every fisherman, lawyer or construction worker spending months away from work caring for their child, and you get a sense of how transformative this is. While their partner returns to work, these men are pushing prams, at the playground or at home, cleaning and changing nappies. Imagine what that means for how their families function.
The discussion in Iceland is now focused on a further extension of paid parental leave to twelve months. The government has agreed that this will be implemented between 2020 and 2021, although the detail is still being resolved. One option being considered is that each parent may be given five months of leave, with the remaining two months to share.
There’s a big evidence base demonstrating that parenting behaviour established at childbirth tends to persist as children age. Parental leave arrangements are undoubtedly critical in laying the foundations for parenting equality. But parental leave in the first year of a child’s life is not enough. Parenting is a long game, and we need to consider how we support parents throughout the entire life course.
Crabb does us all a great service by shining a light on the gendered assumptions that underpin the notion of the “primary parent,” which is built into much of our policy. Yet the primary parent would not be possible without its inverse: the primary worker. Many policy settings still harbour an implicit assumption that one parent – usually a man – is working full-time to provide for their family. There’s a long history of this in Australia, dating back to the Harvester judgment of 1907, in which the Commonwealth Court of Conciliation and Arbitration proclaimed that a minimum wage should be paid to a male worker that is sufficient to provide for a wife and three children. While we’ve since moved in the direction of gender-neutral pay structures, the assumption of the primary worker lives on in the practical way that work is structured. A standard working week might be thirty-eight hours, but in practice full-time work in Australia mostly involves working for more than forty hours per week. According to the OECD, about 60 per cent of Australian men work longer than forty hours each week. By contrast, about half of Australian women work part-time (thirty-four hours or less) and fewer than 30 per cent work more than forty hours. This is one reason women are paid almost $500 – or about 31 per cent – less each week than men, as recent ABS data reports.
Crabb envisions a world in which domestic work is shared equally between both parents. She rightfully points out that this is what a new generation of parents are often striving to achieve. Yet if we are to move away from the assumption of the “primary parent,” I posit that we also need to dismantle the assumption of the primary worker. If the fatigued and stressed parents at my daughters’ primary school are any indication, full-time work as a parent seems possible only if there’s another person to pick up the load at home at least some of the time. Equality is unlikely to be achieved with both parents working forty hours or more each week. This has the potential to drive families to breaking point. Rather, to achieve greater domestic equality, increase female workforce participation and move closer to equal pay, fathers will need to spend less time at work and more time at home. According to the OECD, in countries where unpaid labour is more equally shared, there tend to be smaller gender-specific differences in hours spent in the workplace.
Spending less time at work may mean men working part-time or more flexibly, as Crabb suggests, but it should also include a consideration of how we can reduce the hours associated with full-time work in Australia. Annual working hours in Australia are by no means the longest in the developed world (that honour goes to Mexico), but the average Australian worker spends 249 hours more at work each year than workers in Norway – the poster child in Crabb’s essay. This is the equivalent of an additional six weeks each year. In Norway, hardly anyone works for more than forty hours per week, strict working hours of 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. are common, and overtime is limited by law. Five weeks of annual leave is standard. Under these conditions, and with childcare heavily subsidised, it’s possible to see how a shared work and home life might be achievable. Aside from greater potential to balance the demands of work and home, reduced working hours have other benefits too. Countries with fewer annual hours worked tend to have higher labour productivity. It seems that stress, fatigue and sleep deprivation may make overworked employees substantially less productive. Who would have thought?
It is somewhat surprising that Crabb doesn’t really consider the gender pay gap in her analysis. The answer to the question of who works and who stays at home involves a complex calculus, worked through within each family. No doubt cultural and identity factors are relevant, but families also consider the financial implications of various decisions, including the cost of childcare and the wages earned by each parent. Even when working full-time, Australian women earn 11.7 per cent less than men, on average. With most Australian fathers earning more than mothers, and at a life stage when every dollar is tight, it’s no real surprise that a majority of Australian families choose to send the father off to work.
For this equation to change, real progress in tackling the gender pay gap is required. Australia’s performance in this area has been fairly dismal. In twenty years, the gap in full-time earnings has decreased only marginally, from 13.2 per cent in 1998 to 11.7 per cent in 2018. Over the same time period, other countries have done much better. Belgium has reduced the gap in full-time earnings from 15.2 per cent to 3.7 per cent, and this hasn’t happened accidentally. With strong trade union membership, 96 per cent of workers are covered by collective bargaining agreements, making it nearly impossible to pay women less to do the same job. The Belgian government has mandated that the gender pay gap be taken into account when wage agreements are negotiated. And all companies with more than fifty employees have to report publicly on their gender pay gap.
Crabb was right to focus on the need for fathers to play a greater role in parenting. As she suggests, we need to do more to ensure that parents are able to share the load at work and at home. Other countries show us that it can be done. With sufficient determination and a concerted effort, it’s possible in Australia too.
Andrew Wear
MEN AT WORK
Correspondence
Annabel Crabb has a gift for identifying topical matters and writing about them in a witty and knowledgeable way: paid paternity leave is one such zeitgeist issue. In Men at Work, she unpacks the three forces that shape Australian approaches to fatherhood and work: flexism, sexism and masculinism. Flexism occurs because flexible work practices should be available to all but are mainly used by women; sexism occurs because Australia’s paid parental leave scheme prioritises mothers; and masculinism is seen where societal and workplace cultures and practices reward men for working long hours rather than spending time with their family. I’ve been studying these patterns for two decades and it’s true that fathers, in the main, work longer hours and receive higher pay than mothers, or people of either gender without children. The biggest pay gap is between working fathers and working mothers. New mothers often shift to part-time work and thereafter the pay gap, care gap, hours gap and superannuation gap are compounded.
The Australian Women’s Working Futures survey showed that young working parents desire more equitable gender relations, both at home and at work. Young families with a mother and a father want policies that enable both parents to take leave from work and maintain their careers. They want support such as paid parental leave and quality childcare. Young women without children also consider these policies important. But here’s my concern: young men in the labour market without children do not have the same expectations. They are not factoring in future work–family tensions, which means they are probably not pushing for parental leave. And that’s where I think Men at Work has missed part of the problem.
Twenty years ago, I started researching Australia’s lack of paid maternity leave because I was outraged that we didn’t have a scheme for all working women – and yet women were nonetheless expected to go to work and have children. I examined the historical antecedents of Australia’s leave model, which was embedded in its industrial relations system, not its social security scheme. The introduction in 1973 by Whitlam of twelve weeks’ paid maternity leave for federal public servants was a breakthrough. It was unique and unprecedented. Contrary to what Crabb writes, it was not picked up quickly by the private sector.
In 1979, Bob Hawke, then leader of the Australian Council of Trade Unions (ACTU), directed the peak body’s first female research officer, Jan Marsh, to run the inaugural maternity leave test case. The task was enormous. It resulted in the Industrial Relations Commission (IRC), forerunner of the Fair Work Commission, awarding fifty-two weeks’ unpaid maternity leave and a job guarantee, the latter being critical to the real value of the leave scheme. In subsequent test cases taken up by the ACTU, this type of leave was extended to adoptive parents, and later to working fathers. Following a further application by the ACTU in 1990, the IRC renamed it “parental leave” and made it available to all parents, fathers and mothers.
It was not until 1993 that parental leave was enshrined in industrial legislation rather than awards; the entitlement now sits in the Fair Work Act, as one of our National Employment Standards. However, parental leave was, and remains, unpaid. Because employers would have vigorously opposed paid leave in the test cases all those years ago, the decision was made by the ACTU to demand the right to job protection and let parental leave remain unpaid.
Our current paid parental leave system came about by a somewhat different route. During the 1990s, forces were gathering to introduce paid maternity leave for working women. This benefit had been on the agenda before – for example, during the Accord years – but it had never been won. In 1996, Senator Natasha Stott Despoja of the Australian Democrats put forward an amendment to the Workplace Relations Bill to introduce paid maternity leave for private sector employees. In 2002, Pru Goward, as sex discrimination commissioner, released her proposal for a national paid maternity leave scheme. Then, during the 2000s, the campaign rapidly gathered momentum and women from the community and not-for-profit sectors supported it, while the Young Women’s Christian Association, the ACTU, women trade unionists and women on the street demanded it. From the late 1990s, a band of female academics, including me, had been researching, advocating and presenting conference papers and submissions supporting the need for paid maternity leave. Jenny Macklin in the Labor Party, Heather Ridout, head of the Australian Industry Group, and Liz Broderick, the sex discrimination commissioner at the time, strongly supported the model.
The case for Labor to request a Productivity Commission inquiry on the matter was made just before the 2007 election by Marie Coleman of the National Foundation for Australian Women, and the argument was taken up by the party. As incoming Labor prime minister, Kevin Rudd finally introduced Australia’s paid parental leave scheme in 2010, but it was the time-consuming and demanding campaigning of so many women for over a decade that led to this turning point. The result would not have come about without the efforts and dedication of these women, and many more I have not mentioned.
In 2014, Liberal Party MPs Joe Hockey and Scott Morrison sought to attack the scheme and undermine its architecture. They called women “rorters,” “fraudsters” and “double dippers” for exercising their right to access the government’s minimum-pay benefit supplemented with pay from their employers, where that opportunity existed. Once again, women had to stand up for themselves and mount a campaign to save the system. Once again, it fell to women to fight for paid parental leave. Thankfully, the scheme celebrates its tenth birthday next year. There are aspects of it that should be improved, such as an increase in assistance to single mothers, the addition of superannuation and its flexibility, but the scheme survives.
Back to fathers and paternity leave, the focus of Crabb’s essay. In its 2009 report, the Productivity Commission’s inquiry also recommended introducing paternity leave pay. Did I see men advocating for this? Not in great numbers. When it was omitted from the final design for fiscal reasons, did I see men argue for it? No. When the Dad and Partner Pay amendment was introduced in 2013, giving men up to two weeks of government-funded pay, did I see men in the streets celebrating its arrival? I don’t think so. Do I now see men forming committees, organising through their social networks and union groups, speaking up at work, arguing for more time to look after their children? I see some, but not many.
I hope Crabb’s timely essay inspires more men – fathers, sons, brothers, grandfathers and fathers-to-be – to organise and campaign for more paid paternity leave so that they take time out of work to look after their children. I hope it inspires working men around Australia to argue with their employers for flexible work options to care for their family members, young and old. I hope men join the cause to improve our public policies for all. With men on board this campaign, we will start to see the changes in flexism, sexism and masculinism – and the possibility of gender equality in the struggle for work–life balance – that today’s young parents want to achieve.
Marian Baird
MEN AT WORK
Correspondence
Last year I wrote a column inspired by the imminent birth of the baby of New Zealand’s prime minister, Jacinda Ardern. I mused that it might be difficult to be a breastfeeding mother and prime minister, even of New Zealand. Babies are naturally bonded to their mothers. Indeed, bonding is part of the natural biological imperative of breastfeeding. But Ardern had announced that she would only take six weeks’ leave before passing “parenting” to the child’s father. Well, good luck with that one, I said, because she needed a lot more time off.
The responses I received were pretty virulent, and mostly from various high-powered female types. How dare I criticise the feminist pin-up of the Southern Hemisphere! A woman can have a baby and a job! Well, yes. I know that. I had to do it, and so did my mother, and in both cases it was a matter of dire necessity.
Left-leaning feminist commentators on family issues often can’t see past the flaws in the ideological symbolism to the simple everyday practical realities: like new mothers having to learn to breastfeed and wanting to bond with babies; or what happens at home when the father simply can’t be there, because despite all the hype and wishful thinking on the part of feminists, men are still the main earners in most Australian families.
Annabel Crabb’s Men at Work, which quotes my view of Jacinda as part of the mindset of the “parenthood trap,” is basically about why fathers aren’t mothers. It is a long complaint about fathers not taking parental leave.
It is curious that she uses the word “trap.” Why is it a trap to be a mother or father? Why is it so important, as she seems to think, to get out?
Perhaps, despite her artfully recherché image with matching culinary accomplishments, Crabb can’t stand the heat in the everyday meat-and-potatoes kitchen. Like most of the women – and it is mostly women – who comment on this stuff, she betrays a somewhat scornful attitude to the hard yakka of the domestic front. Many women are understandably resentful of the grubby everyday domestic necessities: the washing and cleaning; the cooking; the changing of the nappies; putting one foot in front of the other through the zombie like days of three-hourly feeds; not to mention that when children are sick, upset or in trouble, it is always Mummy who is expected to be on the frontline. First-time mothers often don’t understand all of this, and they often need much longer leave than they can get; and naturally, they don’t want to do it alone. But someone has to do it, and Crabb seems to think that men taking more paternity leave is the solution.
Her thesis is that women’s exit from dreary domesticity into the workplace (often just as dreary) is not matched by an exit from work by men to support the poor overburdened women. Why should men want to be out of work? The plain truth is that in most Australian families, no amount of take-it-or-leave-it paternity leave or any other inducement will change these arrangements, because most families are still dependent primarily on the father’s earnings, as they have a whopping big mortgage. The family enterprise depends on the main breadwinner, who is usually the man. The consequence of this is that in most families, even if the father takes paternity leave, it is only for a short period. Since nature equipped women to be mothers, and most will take maternity leave, it is imperative, especially if mothers have a long time off, that fathers don’t.
Of course, it doesn’t make it any emotionally easier for men. Crabb interviewed Scott Morrison and Josh Frydenberg about their family life, which she says is all about “coping with and compensating for absence” and asks, “Why do we expect so little of fathers?” Who says it is “little”? Anyone who observes these men at close quarters knows that what they do is not little. In fact, it is good that they are aware enough to want to manage absence. What is wrong with that? Crabb seems oblivious to the reality of being prime minister and treasurer. Does she think that their wives holding the fort at home is wrong, because it makes it practically easier for these two men, or any man, to do their jobs? Dads should share, but often they just simply can’t. And never mind about the prime minister – ask any tradie trying to build up their business.
What really upsets the commentators is that the general population dismisses the impractical pretence that a father can be a mother, hence the handy gender-neutral term “parenting,” which smothers the difference. That there is a difference between “mother” and “father” doesn’t mean that fathers should not be involved with their children. On the contrary: it is absolutely vital that they are. However, their involvement is different from the mother’s. And sometimes that difference is qualitative, and can’t be measured in time.
Actually, the best way that fathers can be involved with children is to be involved with their mothers. But in the fractured social milieu, where the natural biological bonds of parents and children have been frayed by family disintegration and gender ideologues who would like to obliterate them completely, we have forgotten that good parenting is actually a function of a good marriage.
As far as the solution to the “work–life balance,” as it is sometimes called, the availability of maternity leave and part-time work is a boon for Australian mothers, who have never been keen on full-time work with small children, even mothers with highly paid careers. Two of my daughters – who have five children between them – have been able to take extended maternity leave, and through their generous leave and part-time work provisions have been able to continue their careers, including gaining seniority. But they are fortunate, and not all women can do this. Many first-time mothers I have spoken to, who are usually over thirty when they finally have “the baby,” are not keen to return to the drudgery of work at all.
My own upbringing and experience as a mother of nine children taught me that the ordinary suburban world is full of many different families whose priorities are usually centred on their children’s welfare, while trying to juggle their finances as best they can. But the family is not an ideological construct built around economics. It doesn’t always fit into sociological models. It is a natural thing of flesh and blood. That is why if you ask anyone, male or female, which is more important for a mother, getting back to work or cultivating a warm and lasting maternal bond with her infant child, I think I know which they would choose.
Angela Shanahan
MEN AT WORK
Correspondence
I returned to Figure 1 many times as I moved through this essay, enough for the spine to soften along the crease at that point. Now I often find the text falls open naturally at that page. It would be a shame if this graph were the only thing a reader took away from Annabel Crabb’s skewering Men at Work – but, my god, this graph. Has there been a more effective visual aid in the history of the Quarterly Essay? It would be a fitting laurel for an essay that finds much of its power in seeing what others have missed, or avoided, or ignored.
The mother’s time-use survey is still striking, even now. It has a sort of gravitational pull – such a perfect distillation of the fear many young women hold close about having children. “The graph itself looks like the heart rate of a very, very stressed person,” writes Crabb. Or someone who has been struck by lightning.
I don’t have any children, although the statistics suggest I will in the next few years. By their early thirties, two-thirds of women in Australia will have at least one child. At this age, only one in five women will work full-time, contrasted with four out of five of their male peers. See Figure 1.
As I read this essay, though, I found myself looking increasingly to the corresponding graph, which traces how the father’s life adapts to having a child, how it barely shifts over the course of twelve years – resolutely impervious to change. Initially, I was racked by jealousy. Of course men will refuse to bend, to soften along the spine when something as cataclysmic as a child comes into their life. And yet, in the end, I came to see the father’s timeline as utterly dull. A twelve-year holding pattern stretching out who knows how far in either direction.
Clearly, the turbulence mothers experience isn’t preferable. But ultimately, the question I couldn’t shake was why this was the system we built. Why build a something to make ourselves miserable?
Australia’s paid parental leave scheme began in 2011, not 1970. Already there was a wealth of research to hand and international precedent for something better-constructed. There was an understanding of how interruption to women’s working lives feeds into the gender pay gap and the superannuation gap. It had been sixteen years since the influential journal Feminist Economics launched. At the same time, Australia – having weathered the global financial crisis relatively unscathed – saw its female labour participation rate for those aged twenty-five to fifty-four drop below 75 per cent. For men, the rate remained above 90 per cent.
Yet we enacted one of the least generous paid parental leave schemes in the OECD. Is this truly the best that was politically possible? So much in the carelessness of parental leave makes you wonder who was in the room when the policy was formulated.
Before reading this essay, I had never been on a “mum and bub” forum, though I promptly found myself tumbling into an internet rabbit hole. They are fascinating spaces: an entire underground economy of mothers trading advice about how to navigate Australia’s rigid parental leave system.
The lessons are myriad but, for now, just two.
First, no one should have ever let Joe Hockey walk into that interview with Laurie Oakes and use the term “double-dipping” to describe mothers who seek to access both public parental leave and a private scheme offered by their employer. Years on, these forums still seethe at the term. There are threads, hundreds of comments deep, replete with mothers venting their frustration about the political ignorance that allowed “double-dipping” to end up among a treasurer’s talking points. Mothers upbraiding this system that frames having a child as a burden to the taxpayer, rather than a public good.
The other key point is that mothers are highly organised. Not in the “everything in its place” sense, but in the tightly networked, informed, constantly communicating way that can sway public sentiment. The kind of community that political campaigns dream of tapping into.
And it does make you wonder who’s in the room – when “double-dipping” gets signed off as a talking point, when eighteen weeks at minimum wage is seen as the best option that is politically possible, when the need to reform a system that devalues female labour is ignored for nearly a decade.
Perhaps now, when – as Crabb points out – both our prime minister and our treasurer are the fathers of young children, there is an opportunity for improvement. A chance to soften the rigidity in the system. Perhaps the economic headwinds that Australia faces will render a more generous leave scheme an attractive option for stimulus by another name. One only needs to look at the positive response to Cricket Australia’s twelve-month paid parental leave scheme to see there is appetite in the community for something better.
Clearly our policy-makers need to think more inclusively, to view new parents and their child as a unit – and allow them to figure out what works best for their particular circumstances. To give families the choice to divvy up a block of leave – at least twenty weeks, though ideally more – between both parents, and to consider a “use it or lose it” minimum for each.
It would be hard for a reader to come away from this essay without the sense that parental leave shapes so many things in our society. That if policy-makers were to take the macro view – as Crabb has done so effectively – they would see how expensive and apparently intractable issues could be moved by a better approach. Workforce participation, mental health and gender equality – something we know is key to reducing gendered violence – are just the first that come to mind.
But on questions of family, perhaps more than any other subject, our search for answers too often shrinks to the personal, the anecdotal. What other parents managed to pull off, or where they failed. When I finished this essay, the first thing I did was text my dad. I asked him how much leave he took when I was born. “Hi!” came his reply, immediately. “I don’t think I took any carer’s leave. I was there when you were born though. It wasn’t really an option, as far as I know. I still think it’s low (5 per cent?). Why do you ask?”
Maddison Connaughton
MEN AT WORK
Correspondence
Sam was six in 2014, when I was planning my return to work after several months recovering from a heart transplant. He overheard me on the phone one day as I arranged a meeting.
“Who was that, Dad?”
“That’s Fiona from work.”
“Are you going back to work?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, that’s terrible news!”
“Why’s that, mate?”
“Because you’ve already got a job.”
“What’s that?”
“Being my dad.”
Why are your children so uniquely capable of observations that invoke both joy and guilt at the same time?
Annabel Crabb clearly understands that species of guilt that is the constant, silent – and sometimes not so silent – companion of the modern working father. Guilt that you’re not doing your share of child-raising tasks, guilt that you’re not 100 per cent dedicated to your job, guilt that you’re not the wise, playful, funny, ever-present omni-dad.
What struck me about Men at Work was the depth of Crabb’s understanding. Of men. And in a sphere of human behaviour where judgment, of men, could be entirely justified. As Crabb notes, “It’s well established that having children is entirely different, when it comes to your professional outlook, depending on whether you’re male or female … Any study you like in this area will show you that the same biological event – reproduction – means strikingly different things for men at work as opposed to women.”
Crabb rightly notes that social policy and expectations around child-raising have a disproportionate impact on the career and financial prospects of women. That is a central issue here. But it is not the only issue, and she sensitively acknowledges how social policy and expectations also discriminate against men, and thereby work to the detriment of children.
Crabb gets it.
She gets that for some men, sometimes, those social expectations will be quietly convenient. “Now, no one is suggesting that what every dad really wants to do,” she writes, “is get home from work at 4 p.m. every day so as to be sure to catch that excellent juncture where the juvenile and the adult stores of patience expire within fifteen minutes of each other. When I first read Edith Gray’s research indicating that the average Australian father worked five hours more a week after the birth of his first child, somewhere deep down inside I grinned in recognition and thought: you sly dogs.”
Okay, she got me there. I took a two-week “break” after both Sam and Jude were born (although I don’t remember smoking any cigars). In the early years of their lives, I changed my share of nappies. I staggered out of bed for many middle-of-the-night bottles. I clocked kilometres pushing a pram anxiously around local streets in the vague hope that it would calm my shrieking child. But did I put my hand up for the “unrecompensed crapshoot” of several months of parental leave? Hell no.
Crabb also gets that, for some men, sometimes, those expectations will cut deep. “Somehow we’ve constructed a system of expectations … in which a man who is doing his job is bound to it by something much deeper and more fibrous than his contract of employment, or even his need to provide. Stopping work for a while, or even just doing less of it, is thus not as simple as a law telling him it’s allowed. It involves finding and loosening restraints far more ancient than those outlined in any human resources manual; knots which have swelled with age and seawater; ropes that have bitten into the skin.”
She really got me there, right in the heart of my personal narrative.
I did go back to work in 2014, and soon started to thrive professionally. But the more I succeeded in one job, the less adequate I felt in the other.
In 2017, work commitments frequently took me away from home, and even when I was there, I wasn’t. I started every weekday with an 8 a.m. conference call, switching the phone on and off mute as I made school lunches, packed school bags, barked commands, buttoned shirts, combed hair, broke up fights, got involved in fights, barked more commands and whispered hurried goodbyes at drop-off. I was constantly checking email, from before the boys woke up until well after they had gone to bed. One family “holiday” coincided with a particularly hectic period, and I spent the whole time on my phone. I would go to the bathroom to buy five minutes to clear some of my email backlog. During one beachside walk, with me trailing ten metres behind, glued to my phone, Sam lost it.
“I hate this holiday,” he declared. “You’re always on your phone, you don’t pay any attention to us. I want to go home.”
Since that time, my sense of work–family conflict has become more pronounced. Clocks are ticking and I am increasingly feeling an urgent need to be more present in my boys’ lives. Sam is now eleven, Jude eight – crucial dad time for the fathers of boys. Steve Biddulph’s advice and warning is etched in my mind: “This window of time – from about age six to the fourteenth birthday – is the major opportunity for a father to have an influence on (and build the foundations of masculinity in) his son. Now is the time to ‘make time’ … This is when good memories are laid down, which will nourish your son, and you, for decades to come … Enjoy this time when he is really wanting to be with you. By mid-adolescence his interests will pull him more and more into the wider world beyond. All I can do here is plead with you – don’t leave it too late!”
So for some time I have been keeping a log in my mind, doing the calculations. When will I reach the point that Max Schireson did, the Silicon Valley CEO who stepped down from his role because the demands of his job meant he wasn’t spending enough time with his fourteen-, twelve- and nine-year-old children? As my wife put it recently, echoing Biddulph, “The boys don’t need you in four or five years’ time. They need you now.” Just as my sense of work–family conflict hit extreme on hearing those words, she released the pressure valve with her next observation: “Why don’t you try going part-time for a while?”
The idea should not have been the revelation that it was to me. So why had I been seeing my situation as an either/or dilemma until that point?
I am particularly prone to the male tendency to describe and identify myself with reference to work. I also imagine the voices of the 24/7 types – those types who, when my firm formally adopted a flexible working policy many years ago, coined the derogatory term “part-time partner.” In the end, though, with the support of an encouraging wife, enlightened managers, sympathetic colleagues and a talented and dedicated team, I prioritised the little voices that really matter. Sam’s and Jude’s.
I have two jobs. I may have allowed one to become more important to me than the other at a key stage in my own and my boys’ lives, but both are important. And slowly I am becoming optimistic that de-throttling in one may ultimately improve my chances of thriving in both.
Thank you, Annabel Crabb, for getting it.
Grant Marjoribanks
THE PROSPERITY GOSPEL
Response to Correspondence
In his first major speech as prime minister, Scott Morrison distinguished between fairness and envy. At the time the words seemed inconsequential. Of Morrison’s many skills, one is hiding insights in ordinariness.
“We don’t get anywhere by trying to say, ‘Well, it’s all their fault, it’s their fault …’ ‘We bring them down, I can go up,’” he said. “That’s not fairness in Australia. That’s just ugly envy. And I have no truck with that whatsoever. I want to see all Australians succeed, and none at the expense of another. That’s an important value.”
His framing was mateship. Help was there, but only for the people you knew. He said: “We’ve got to look after our mates. That’s what I believe.” And: “As Australians, we look after our mates.” And again, just in case: “Remember, my value is: we look after our mates.”
More than anything, the last election was about the lie at the middle of the Australian character: that this is a country built on fairness. Morrison understood it to be a lie and he won the election exploiting that. Bill Shorten did not and he lost.
From the outset, Morrison’s fairness was contingent. This is what he meant when he promised “a fair go for people who have a go.” It’s what he meant when he said you don’t take from one person to give to another. “It’s not about everybody getting the same thing. If you put in, you get to take out, and you get to keep more of what you earn.”
Morrison spent the election talking to one half of the country. He said their greed was honest and good, and if they preferred he would call it aspiration. He recast this as fairness for those who worked at it. When Morrison said “all Australians,” he said it with the numbers in mind: he was talking to the deserving rich, and there are just enough of them to win elections.
The other part of this is the fear of envy. Envy is the great sin in Australian politics. The fear of it keeps in place a system where the rich cannot be criticised. To ask for more is to risk the embarrassment of being called resentful. That was the threat Morrison made when he warned of the difference between fairness and envy. Shorten couldn’t grasp this and his optimism was called “class war.” The people being called envious, however, are in fact the working poor.
Before the election was called, I asked Shorten what he thought the campaign would be about. He answered quickly, to be sure there would be a silence before the next question: “Hope versus fear.”
He said this was about his view of society. “This society works best when we’re all included. And all Australians are included. When it’s not a society run just in the interests of the people who are already powerful.”
He spoke as if the word “hope” were a running stitch, the needle of it punching up through the fabric: “I hope that we can reduce inequality. I hope that women can be treated equally. I hope that we can act on climate change, hope that we can afford to see the doctor, hope that our family will grow up safe, hope that we’ll have a more independent Australian identity. Hope that I can get people working together more than they currently do. Hope we can kill off the toxic politics of destruction.”
Shorten put a piece of chicken in his cheek and continued talking. The meat pulled his mouth upwards into a fearful smile. “I know what you can get done,” he said. “This government doesn’t deserve another three years.”
Morrison has already remade the country, we just haven’t noticed yet. His tax cuts will destroy the revenue base that made social welfare possible. Billions of dollars a year will be needed in savings. The stability born of our health and education systems will be lost to lower taxes for the rich.
Labor waved it through. Politicians spend careers looking for reasons not to be brave and this election was a boon for cowardice. The lessons drawn from the loss are already the wrong ones: a blank slate on policy, a sensitivity about assessing wealth. Anthony Albanese says he doesn’t believe $200,000 a year makes someone rich.
Morrison’s campaign was more sophisticated than Shorten’s, if you can use that word to mean its opposite. He made a virtue of simplicity. He tested his messages and stuck to them. He counted each day and kept track of any he lost.
Shorten was less disciplined. He campaigned to govern and Morrison campaigned to win. Shorten believed in the country’s desire for fairness. He was in a history lesson when he decided he would like to be prime minister, and his vision of the country is like a teenager’s essay on values.
Morrison is a skilled politician, more so than even his party appreciated. Like Howard, he understands the worst of Australia and knows how to make success from it. Bill Shorten is still telling people he won the debates.
Erik Jensen
THE PROSPERITY GOSPEL
Correspondence
The title of Erik Jensen’s account of the federal election, The Prosperity Gospel, is a good one. It captures both Scott Morrison’s Pentecostalism and, as Jensen makes clear, the neoliberal faith he asks Australians to retain: work hard, save quietly and you will prosper.
The result of the May 2019 election might suggest that here voters still subscribe to that faith – more so than in, say, the United States or Britain. This election was no Brexitesque collapse of the neoliberal faith. Nor, despite a temptation to draw some neo-fascist bows from Morrison’s respect for police and armed forces and from Dutton’s win in Dickson, did it return an executive leader who represents the disillusioned. Indeed, Morrison pledged the same miracle Abbott did in 2013: that his government could run and maintain Budget surpluses while decreasing taxes, while paying down public debt and guaranteeing increased funding for services. Roughly the same proportion of voters who bought Abbott’s unfulfillable promise to turn straw into gold six years ago bought the same promise this time around. Yet by 2019, the previous six years had been characterised not by Labor’s leadership chaos and policy confusion, but by the Coalition’s.
The essay’s subtitle – How Scott Morrison Won and Bill Shorten Lost – promises an explanation for this outcome, but Jensen never really expands beyond what is mostly a literary answer. There’s a strong tendency in political journalism to focus too much on agents and not enough on structures. This leads to literary attempts to match leaders’ characters to the nation’s and to find in the intersections reasons why publics endorse one leader and not another. The best of these exercises use a bit of armchair psychoanalysis – which might explain, say, Rudd’s anger or Abbott’s stiffness – to lend depth and narrative plausibility. And Jensen is excellent on character. He presents Morrison as securely attached, comfortable in himself and on stage, and Shorten as far less sure of himself, the child of an emotionally absent, alcoholic father and who bonded too urgently with his mother. Jensen concludes that, faced with the choice between them, the insecure nation “has found comfort once again in a hardman who says everything is simple and some of you will be okay.”
And perhaps that is enough. The shocking truth of Australian elections is that they are now decided by a swinging middle of chronically disengaged voters who drag themselves to polling booths in a quirk of the compulsory ballot without knowing much at all about who’s promising what or how things are going. A large but diminishing majority of voters are still “rusted on” to one party or another: many of these are also relatively disengaged, but they’d never change their vote, so it hardly matters. There are some who change votes between elections yet stay engaged. But there’s another 10 per cent whose votes are up for grabs yet for whom politics is background noise, presented through the news bulletins on commercial radio or between evening TV shows – assuming they haven’t switched to Spotify and Netflix and can avoid ads almost entirely. Not much is known about how these voters form their intentions, but available evidence suggests they pick up a vibe, almost through osmosis. It’s not too far-fetched to imagine them forming preferences based on snatched grabs of leaders on the telly. One seems to talk straight and appears self-assured. The other looks nervous and edgy in an ill-fitting suit. Choice made.
But this kind of analysis misses the deep structures operating through Australia’s political and electoral systems. It risks missing asking why so many still seem rusted on to the “prosperity gospel” despite available evidence demonstrating that the gospel’s real promise is the transfer of wealth to an already wealthy minority. It risks missing asking why so many blue-collar workers, once Labor’s heartland, have become rusted-on Coalition voters.
The role of News Corp, for instance, can’t be overstated. Its tabloids are purchased and at least scanned by nearly two million people every day. Their editorial lines, which run through their news coverage, have done more than perhaps anything else to generate and sustain a commonsense conservative liberal disposition in the Australian political culture. The Australian and Sky News, purchased by Murdoch in December 2016, provide conservative political leaders with their intellectual energy. In these tasks, able support is provided by Macquarie Radio and magazines like Spectator Australia and Quadrant, but News has led this resurgence. Anyone who doubts the level of influence Murdoch has had in Australia’s political culture should compare this nation to New Zealand, where Murdoch owns no major TV station and no major newspaper, and where Jacinda Ardern provided a model of leadership following the Christchurch massacre that no longer seems possible here. Or the United States, where Murdoch’s Fox News has disrupted the political culture to distortion since the channel was launched in 1996. Or that other foreign country, Australia of the 1970s, where a Whitlam government was possible (if only briefly, and then only really with the support of Rupert Murdoch, while it lasted).
Politics is entirely mediated; the medium becomes the message (and the massage, in Marshall McLuhan’s later formulation). Any underlying anxiety about the steady transfer of wealth from have-nots to haves is soothed by the constant expressions of neoliberal faith across Murdoch’s heavily concentrated outlets. Any head rising above the left-liberal parapet to present an alternative narrative to Morrison’s “quiet Australians” is quickly and viciously blown off by Murdoch’s attentive and militant opinion army, ever ready to assist capital’s objectives by converting them into everyman common sense. Intensively lobbied parliamentarians have, over the decades, created the regulatory environment in which Murdoch’s army of influence can rally and prosper.
Jensen makes brief observations about structure: a page on News (recounting Shorten’s infamous refusal to meet Murdoch in New York and then the News Corp reaction); snippets on the backdrop Adani provided to this election, especially in Queensland; two mentions of Clive Palmer’s extraordinary spend. That there’s not more was dictated largely by the essay’s research design: like most of Australia’s political journalists, Jensen was kept busy following the leaders around the country. He does better than most with the material he gathers – he has a wonderful ability to capture character and mood and feel – but in the end there’s a sense this “campaign bus” reporting distracts from the main game.
The biggest bewilderment of election night – how the published polls got it so wrong – has largely been answered. In an age of disengagement, and vanishing landlines, the polling companies’ extrapolations have become too problematic. It would have been more honest for the polls to have reported results like 45–43 (with 12 per cent undecided); that’s less valuable for the companies, but because it’s concomitantly less stimulating for readers it could have meant political journalists returned to the game of generating better analysis and asking better questions.
Because there are still some very important questions which haven’t been answered. How did Labor convince itself that running a big-target “policy” campaign, à la Fightback ’93, was a good idea? Why has the party still failed to adopt a theory of power and change that would predict, account for and overcome the inevitable pushback by capital and the influence of News Corp? And what explains the consistent ability of the interests of mining capital to defeat those of its farming and tourism competitors? These questions weren’t in Jensen’s brief. More’s the pity. He’s an outstanding journalist.
Russell Marks
THE PROSPERITY GOSPEL
Correspondence
In October 1996, the British historian Anthony Seldon published a survey of Tory governments in the UK since Pitt the Younger. The timing was apt: by identifying the factors common to the demise of all those governments, How Tory Governments Fall provided a checklist for those watching the Conservative government of John Major as it tottered towards a landslide defeat at the hands of Tony Blair’s Labour Party. Confusion over policy direction and palpable internal disunity? Check, check. Straitened finances and disarray in the party organisation? Check, check. A hostile and intellectual press climate? A loss of confidence in the party’s capacity for economic management, a sense that it is time for a change? A rejuvenated and credible Opposition? A negative image of the party leader? Check, check, check, check, check.
Though individually they verge towards truisms and clichés, the sum total of these factors constitutes a framework by which to understand the loss of conservative governments – and not merely those in the UK. Applied to Australia, this framework helps to make sense of the Howard government’s 2007 loss of office, the Fraser government’s 1983 loss and the McMahon government’s 1972 loss. It also helps us understand – admittedly, more in hindsight – that the likelihood of an election loss for the Coalition parties in 2019 was much more remote than consensus had it. The Coalition used forecasts of a Budget surplus to sandbag its claims to superior economic management; it stoked concerns over franking credits and negative gearing policies to damage Labor’s public credibility; and it muffled criticism of policy inconsistency and disunity by consigning it to the “Canberra bubble.” The Liberal and National party organisations were neither straitened nor in disarray, and the apparent mood for change that was so pervasive and absolute when Malcolm Turnbull was deposed seemed, by May 2019, to have dissipated. Press consensus that the government was likely to lose did not prevent an ongoing fusillade against Labor from the News Corp papers. Most important, perhaps, was the advantage Scott Morrison enjoyed when the choice came down to the image of the party leader: “You vote for me, you’ll get me,” Morrison said. “You vote for Bill Shorten, and you’ll get Bill Shorten.”
Erik Jensen’s Quarterly Essay does much to illuminate that choice and the kinds of images that both leaders projected over the course of the election campaign. One of the most acute points to emerge from the essay is Morrison’s professional and disciplined delivery of a clear message. His press conferences were short, taut affairs, with few opportunities for distraction or digression. His interactions with journalists were brisk. His language was simple and straightforward, with few (if any) verbal flourishes. The images and the audio were highly conducive to grabs for nightly television screens: familiar, cheery, colourful, simple. It was ordinary stuff, extraordinarily well done.
It represented a successful play on the disregard Australians have long held for politicians and those on the “inside.” By relentlessly broadcasting his ordinariness – with the baseball caps, the refrains of “Have a go, get a go,” and the over-proud support for the Sharks – Morrison presented himself as a regular Australian, average and everyday. By invoking principles of hard work and dignity, by referencing family and community, Morrison fused himself – as Jensen says – to John Howard and Robert Menzies, and thereby tapped into ready-made tropes of suburban, middle-class Australians as forgotten, as battlers, as “quiet.” Taking advantage of the widespread regard that he was the underdog, Morrison positioned himself as the champion of the disenchanted and overlooked. And by the constant claim to be exactly what he appeared and nothing else – dutifully spouted by those close to Morrison, and recorded by Jensen: “What you see is what you get” – Morrison drummed in the message that he was authentic, not of the Canberra bubble that he so regularly dismissed.
He was helped by the contrast with the Labor leader. The mid-2000s regard for Shorten – the faint-haloed hero of Beaconsfield – had long since faded. Thanks to his role in the Rudd–Gillard–Rudd years, Shorten had become synonymous with duplicity and treachery. For all his work with the AWU and his record as a minister, Shorten, as David Marr put it in his 2015 Quarterly Essay, Faction Man, is “seen as a shape-shifter, driven entirely by politics.” Every seeming hint of inauthenticity during the 2019 election campaign – whether over Shorten’s support for Adani, Labor’s changes to superannuation, or his mother’s biography – tapped into the undiminished distrust the public had for him. It consigned him to the “inside,” and darkened his already tarnished image.
But, as Jensen shows, Labor was not playing the game that Morrison was. “Shorten’s gamble is that you can replace popularity with policy,” writes Jensen. “If he is right, he upends decades of political orthodoxy. If he is wrong, this may be the last policy election for a generation.”
In The Prosperity Gospel, Jensen is also taking a gamble. Works of contemporary political history and biography such as this sit within an ever-yawning gulf between the journalism of the day-to-day and the histories that are years in the making. By their greater length, contemporaneousness and flexibility of form, such works allow for more complex and timely discussions about their subjects than might otherwise be available. In doing so, they have the potential to shape enduring perceptions of their subject: think of Alan Reid’s wilful John Gorton, Laurie Oakes’ grandiose Gough Whitlam, Marr’s rage-fuelled Rudd and quixotic Abbott, and Annabel Crabb’s mercurial but technocratic Turnbull. In Australia, it should be said, the Quarterly Essay has long worked in this space and provided some of the most acute and significant works of this kind.
But these works come with considerable limitations. They can be hostage to access, captive to views on the “inside”; more often than not, they are prone to all-encompassing character-based narratives, in which participants with tragic flaws or near-magic abilities compete for enduring glories, where personal characteristics are parsed and tied to the national character. Moreover, these works come freighted with the risk that they are out-of-date soon after publication. All biographies have a best-before date, of course – but in the case of works of contemporary biography and history, that date can be as short as that on a carton of milk.
Jensen’s gamble with The Prosperity Gospel, then, is that people will still go to it for insight. They should. The contrast made in 2019 between Morrison and Shorten might, in 2022, be tried again; Labor might double down on the bet that Shorten made. The Prosperity Gospel shows the origins and method of the contrast and the bet. More important, three years on, Morrison will not have the same opportunity to position himself as an outsider. As prime minister, he will have been the ultimate insider for four years – and by that point, the factors that Seldon identified may be much more palpable than they were in 2019. A bad economic headwind could wipe out the Coalition’s claims to superior economic management. Support from News Corp could be lost amid the growing static of social media. Inconsistency over policy – whether on climate change, Indigenous affairs, the environment or infrastructure – is hardly out of the realm of possibility. Nor is another bout of instability. By that point, moreover, the Coalition will have been in power for nine years. There might be the feeling that it is time for a change.
Patrick Mullins & Matthew Ricketson
THE PROSPERITY GOSPEL
Correspondence
Scott Morrison made prosperity conditional on effort when he said, “If you have a go, you will get a go.” Bill Shorten asserted that prosperity is an opportunity to which all people are entitled: “We believe in a fair go for all.” Scott Morrison is a Pentecostal Christian; Bill Shorten is a Jesuit-educated former Catholic. It may be crude Christian theology and even cruder politics to say this, but here I go: there is possibly no more perfect contrast between the Prosperity Gospel and Catholic social teaching than Morrison versus Shorten on the Australian “fair go.”
When I saw the title of Erik Jensen’s Quarterly Essay, The Prosperity Gospel: How Scott Morrison Won and Bill Shorten Lost, I thought Jensen might be examining how the tension in these two strains of Christianity is playing out politically in 2019. He didn’t. Not directly, anyway. Through a series of vignettes, Jensen sketches the personalities of the two men who put themselves forward to be prime minister and draws conclusions about each one’s character, religious beliefs, self-understanding and electoral appeal.
Jensen’s writing is superb and his insights perceptive. But I found the essay unsatisfying in three key areas. First, while Jensen introduces the distinctly different religious foundations for each leader’s policy and political approach, he does not wrestle with what it means that Australia voted for one over the other. He concludes that Australia “found comfort once again in a hardman who says everything is simple and some of you will be okay” without exploring why. The essay did not live up to its title: it did not really examine how the Prosperity Gospel pitch won. Second, Jensen’s profiles of Morrison and Shorten are incomplete, or at least unbalanced, because Shorten agreed to be interviewed and Morrison did not. This isn’t the author’s fault, but it does mean his conclusions about Morrison must be qualified. Third, he could have explored the role religious affiliation and identity played in the election: in a country where politicians – including Howard and Keating – have typically sought to keep their religious faith private and separate from their political lives, does Morrison’s explicit, on-display Pentecostal faith signify a deeper shift in the electorate’s openness to the role of faith in the public square?
Let’s deal first with the theological basis for Morrison’s “If you have a go, you’ll get a go” versus Bill Shorten’s “A fair go for all.” The Prosperity Gospel, which Jensen asserts Morrison represents, emphasises Biblical passages that promise individual blessings, such as health and wealth, to people who believe in Jesus Christ: “My God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus” and “Beloved, I wish above all things that you may prosper and be in health, even as your soul prosper.” The Prosperity Gospel is most often proclaimed within Protestant and evangelical churches. These traditions insist that an individual can cultivate an unmediated, one-on-one relationship with God. Individuals can receive divine revelation: a person can come to know Jesus Christ simply by reading the scriptures and accepting Jesus as Lord and Saviour. The call to holiness is a personal invitation from Jesus to convert to right living. The person who makes this conversion – who believes in Jesus, reads the Word of God in scripture, prays, and lives by the Bible’s commandments – will have good fortune bestowed upon him or her.
Adherents to the Prosperity Gospel often cite Jesus’ telling of the Parable of the Talents. In that story, a master gives three of his servants an equal sum of his fortune to manage. One buries it, earning no interest but returning the original amount safely to his master. The other two invest their shares, and are able to return the principal plus interest to their master. The master admonishes the servant who played it safe and rewards the two servants who took a risk and increased his wealth. In this parable, we can recognise the premise of Morrison’s political pitch: if you have a go, you will get a go.
Catholic social teaching finds a different meaning in the Parable of the Talents, interpreting its message as an exhortation to use one’s talents and wealth in the service of others, even if it means risking a loss. It reads this parable alongside others, such as the Parable of the Good Samaritan, and in the context of Jesus’ commandments to feed the hungry, clothe the naked, care for the sick, visit the imprisoned and console the sorrowful. Throughout the Gospels, Jesus locates himself alongside the poor, the outcast, the marginalised and the powerless, and calls on his followers to act in ways that improve the lives of oppressed people: “Whatever you do to the least of my brothers and sisters, that you do to me.” Jesus’ call to care for others is not conditional. As the Parable of the Good Samaritan shows, we are not to ask someone to “have a go” before we act to help them. We are to respond to their inherent human dignity. Reading the gospel in this context, Catholic social teaching asserts that Jesus insists on a fair go for all.
Catholic social teaching is a rich and deep tradition in the Christian church. It reaches back to Augustine and Aquinas, is given expression in papal encyclicals such as Leo XIII’s Rerum novarum and John Paul II’s Centesimus annus and is recognisable in the practical work of people like Dorothy Day, Mother Teresa and Oscar Romero. It is central to Catholicism, but its emphasis on social justice is recognisable in other Christian denominations too, such as the efforts by the Uniting and Baptist churches to help marginalised people by providing charitable services and advocating for funding or laws to address poverty, family violence or drug addiction. Importantly, Catholic social teaching promotes collective social action for the common good, just as Catholic theology insists that divine revelation is received by the church as a whole, not by individuals alone. This is what is known as the sensus fidelium: a universal truth is known when the whole of the faithful recognise it and give it their assent. This emphasis on collectivism over individualism is one of the factors that sets Catholicism apart from Protestantism.
Here’s the question I had hoped Jensen’s essay would explore: why, at a time of rising inequality, growing intergenerational inequity and significant economic uncertainty, is the electorate more strongly attracted to the Prosperity Gospel pitch than the Catholic social teaching platform? Whether it is unemployed and poor Americans voting against their economic interests for Donald Trump’s corporate tax cuts, UK citizens opting to go it alone with Brexit, or even the fact that Jordan Peterson’s 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos is a runaway hit, there is ample evidence that first-world citizens are drawn less to an appeal to collective social action to overcome injustice and more to claims that individual effort will always reap its own rewards.
It may be that at a time when institutions are failing ordinary people – the banks are ripping off customers, religious organisations are abusing children, government seems incapable of doing anything about stagnant wages or rising power prices – people conclude that their best option is to look after themselves because they can’t rely on organisations and institutions any longer.
Then there is the simplistic explanation favoured by some media outlets in Australia, which is to claim the political left are infatuated with redistribution and just don’t get aspiration. That argument is not only absurd, but also ignores that there are real social and economic barriers to accessing education, housing, healthcare and jobs – making it harder for people’s aspirations to be realised. Yet the Prosperity Gospel pitch for individual effort seems to magic those barriers out of existence in our political debates, and keeps succeeding electorally. Why? I was disappointed that the essay barely touched on this question.
Instead, the essay is more an examination of the personalities of Morrison and Shorten. Using what he had, Jensen did capture to some reasonable extent the theological bases that frame the two men.
Bill Shorten was raised a Catholic and educated by the Jesuits in Catholic social teaching. “Be a man for others” is the Jesuit motto. Shorten’s life is dedicated to collective social action for working people. He knows injustice holds people back – he saw how poverty and sexism denied his mother the opportunity to live up to her true potential. He wanted to lead a government that removed such barriers.
Yes, Shorten has doubt – plenty of it. In wide-ranging one-on-one conversations with Jensen, Shorten contemplates whether God exists, whether there is a heaven or hell, and whether he has what it takes to be prime minister. Jensen says such doubts indicate Bill Shorten doesn’t know who he is. I have a different view: Shorten may have doubts and faults, as we all do, but he knows who he is in relationship to others. He is a collaborator and he grounds his identity in his relationships. As leader, Bill preferred to locate himself among his team. I dare say that Bill would agree that the greatest disappointment from the election is not that he isn’t prime minister, but that the Shorten Labor team didn’t get to form government.
Morrison, on the other hand, put himself forward as an individual leader, and wanted no one from his team around him. He pitched himself as the saviour of his party. Morrison is a Pentecostal Christian. He speaks openly about his faith. He prays. He considers his life marked by blessings and miracles. He appears to have a deep and intimate relationship with his Lord, and draws inspiration and guidance from his Christianity. It gives him a certainty, perhaps, maybe even a salvific mission and sense of destiny.
Jensen describes Morrison as a hardman who says everything is simple. Doubt, of the type expressed by the apostle Thomas after Jesus was reported to have risen from the dead, appears not to be a feature of Morrison’s faith or personality. Or maybe it is. Who knows? Unfortunately we don’t, because Morrison refused to be interviewed for this essay.
Jensen observes that ambition comes from insecurity or privilege. He asserts that Shorten is insecure and would have governed from that insecurity. Jensen likewise implies that Morrison is secure and confident in who he is and what he believes. But can we really know that Morrison is this confident? Morrison’s unwillingness to answer questions – an unwillingness he shows not just with Jensen, but in his press conferences too – might just indicate a lack of confidence to engage in complex discussion. Perhaps his bellicosity masks deeper doubts? Is Morrison’s confidence play an act?
I also wish Jensen had been able question Morrison on his understanding of the gospel message. For example, Jesus is pretty harsh on the accumulation of wealth: “It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich person to enter the kingdom of heaven.” How does Morrison interpret that, and how does it affect his political agenda? What does Morrison make of the Parable of the Talents? What does he think is the message for contemporary Australians in the Parable of the Good Samaritan? Jesus didn’t distinguish between the deserving and the undeserving poor. How does Morrison square that with “If you have a go, you will get a go”? In the end, because Morrison declined to be interviewed, these questions were left unasked and unanswered.
Finally, the essay left me wondering if Jensen sees any significance in Australia having elected a prime minister who speaks like an evangelical preacher and who puts his worship on public display. As a politician who has been often criticised for bringing my faith into the public square, I am equally bemused and confounded by this development. Is Australia really undergoing a shift in its attitudes towards religion and politicians? Census data tells us that atheism is on the rise and religious practice waning, but are we somehow growing more at ease with political leaders professing faith overtly? I’m comfortable if we are, but I am not yet convinced that is the case.
Did religion and faith matter, or not, in this election? Would a showman making the same simple pitch, with a bit of scaremongering thrown in, and minus the religious elements, have resonated just as well? The essay doesn’t grapple with these questions. But grapple we must. Almost every media outlet, all betting agencies, most polling agencies, most Labor MPs and even a large chunk of Coalition MPs didn’t believe Morrison could win. Was his victory really a miracle, or just something more prosaic?
Kristina Keneally
THE PROSPERITY GOSPEL
Correspondence
Of all the visceral, excoriating lines and vivid imagery in Erik Jensen’s The Prosperity Gospel, for me it was “Shorten’s gamble is that you can replace popularity with policy” that delivered the biggest punch. It gets to the crux of how Australia’s political system is broken. Based on how our country voted, Australia both hates itself and is in extreme denial about what we need to do to prepare for the future.
On election night, when it became evident that despite the polling and predictions, it was going to be a Liberal win, I switched channels and ended up watching Sliding Doors. It was a weirdly apt piece of programming – a film that splits in two after one moment changes the course of a life. It makes you ask: what if? I wondered briefly what the sliding doors moment was for Labor – if there had been just one, or perhaps a few, that tipped things the wrong way for them. Later, what The Prosperity Gospel made clear to me was that there was no one moment. The loss was an inevitability.
This year is the first time I was really awake for an election. It’s not that I wasn’t engaged before, but previously an election has got into my mind through osmosis. I think that’s the normal experience. You can’t help but absorb the key phrases, the vague promises, the controversies. You get an overview, a flavour – which I think is all most politicians want you to get. They don’t want you to dig deeper, because, usually, there’s not much beneath the surface. This year’s election was different for me. For the entire campaign period, I was employed as a subeditor with a focus on Australian politics. I not only read article upon article dissecting promises and proposed policies, I fact-checked them, read up on history, and felt I knew exactly what was going on and what would happen. I was well informed and there was no doubt in my mind: Labor would win. Shorten’s was the only one of the two major parties that actually had any policies. Morrison was all sizzle, no sausage, but, ultimately and depressingly, 100 per cent democracy.
I’d forgotten – or perhaps until this year hadn’t fully accepted – that it isn’t about who would do the best job or even who has a plan for what comes next. It’s about sales. Who comes off the best. And, as Jensen points out, Morrison is a trained salesman.
Although we don’t have a president, and although, in Australia, who leads the party really doesn’t matter on a day-to-day level, personality and charisma still carry more weight than actions and promises. It’s also not about who’s the better person – it’s about who puts on the better show.
We remember fondly past prime ministers who were good at the cutting remarks, the quips, the ones who could down a yard of ale in world record time. The “larrikins.” But being charismatic doesn’t mean you can’t also be a good leader – in an ideal world, you’d be both. But it is a bleak fact that if the voters have to choose between these two qualities, they’ll pretty much always go for the former.
What is more important when it comes to choosing someone to lead, to represent Australia on the world stage? That they be genuine, or that they simply be good at appearing genuine while playing a role carefully workshopped to appeal to the greatest number of voters, irrespective of what is actually best for the country? From both the election result and Jensen’s essay, the answer is clear.
This is the problem with personality-driven politics. Humans vote for human stories, not hypotheticals. Jensen’s essay taps into the human details that might otherwise slip through the cracks. He homes in on how Morrison speaks to individuals – through his use of first names, of anecdotes – while Shorten focuses on the bigger picture. It’s easier to see ourselves as individuals than as part of something bigger – and so the things that matter don’t matter unless they have a direct impact on us. People don’t tend to vote with a utilitarian mindset, and Morrison knew this, while Shorten bet on the goodness of humankind – a big mistake.
Based on the election results, the voting majority don’t consider the future or are in strong denial about the action that needs to be taken immediately (climate change) and don’t look beyond themselves (retirement tax, Adani). So how can tough calls that require sacrifice for the collective good ever be made?
The Prosperity Gospel has helped me understand why I found the election result so difficult to come to grips with. It wasn’t that “my team” didn’t win. Or that I liked Shorten more. It’s because it wasn’t a case of one side’s policies winning over the other’s. People were happy to vote for no policies at all, because we’d rather have a strong man selling nothing than a quiet one trying to make changes which he truly believed were for the better.
In the simplest of terms, what do we really need from a prime minister? Someone who fights for what they believe is best for the country – and whose views represent the majority of the voting public. But the majority of the voting public chose a man who only made vague statements and hid behind glib slogans. As Jensen put it: “The struggle with Morrison is to know what he wants, other than to be prime minister.”
When a job comes with money and prestige, there will always be people who will want it purely for these reasons and not because they want to do good. Our recent history of leadership spills is example enough – no one honestly believes that each figure with a knife in their hand betrayed colleagues for the love of their country.
So what can we do about this? Strip away the money and perks? Make the job less appealing somehow? Find ways to make the prime ministership more of a vocation and less of a prize?
Realistically, I don’t know that anything can be done. This scenario has played out again and again and I feel embarrassed that I thought this time would be any different. Next time it will be the same. It doesn’t matter who is more genuine, honest or well-prepared. The better salesperson will win every time. Morrison’s victory has demonstrated this starkly.
I agree with Jensen’s conclusion that Shorten represents Australia and that in the end Australia didn’t want itself. It wants the idea of itself, and that is what Morrison is selling – a moment in time, rose-tinted, artificial and not sustainable.
Elizabeth Flux
THE PROSPERITY GOSPEL
Correspondence
Erik Jensen’s The Prosperity Gospel is a brilliant impressionist account of the recent dismal federal election campaign, full of sharp insights. He had access to Bill Shorten, not to Scott Morrison, but he is both penetrating and balanced. I learnt a great deal from his essay, so I write not to criticise but to supplement.
I expected Labor to win the election, probably by a narrow margin, because I took seriously the results of the normally reliable public opinion polls (and especially the aggregates used by PollBludger). My plants inside the Liberal Party told me they expected Shorten to secure about eighty seats. I anticipated losses in Queensland but thought the ALP would make major gains in Victoria – not quite at the level of Dan Andrews’ triumph in the November 2018 state election, but not too far behind. And I was impressed by Bill Shorten’s campaigning. He talked in sentences, paragraphs even. He was extremely disciplined and had a very strong front bench.
However, despite admiring Shorten’s discipline, I became increasingly nervous as election day approached. In the three head-to-head television encounters with Morrison, Shorten clearly won on substance. He took a long view, with serious argument on complex issues, and showed courage on proposed taxation changes, especially negative gearing and changing the law on franking credits. And yet when Shorten and Morrison met on the ABC with Sabra Lane at the National Press Club, Morrison said nothing, other than repeating his customary mantras about “having a go” and the need to cut taxation, but glowed (assisted, no doubt, by superior make-up), while Shorten made good sense but looked lined and tired.
Morrison proved to be a far more resourceful campaigner than I had imagined, far more effective than Turnbull in 2016. And he was essentially a one-man band. His cabinet, understandably, were hardly to be seen. Morrison seemed to be absolutely tireless and he glowed even more as the campaign went on. He kept on saying “How good is …,” then naming the target audience. I could imagine him putting up the election posters, stuffing leaflets in letterboxes, fixing up postal votes all on his own. Where was everybody else?
Fundamentally, Labor allowed Scott Morrison to define the agenda. The role of attacker and defender was reversed. I congratulated Shorten for not running a negative campaign. My judgment was wrong there. He should have attacked the conflicted, confused or deceitful set of ministers in a non-performing government. Scandals such as the water buyback fiasco, the huge gift to the Great Barrier Reef Foundation, relations with the travel company Helloworld, the invisible Minister for the Environment, conflicts of interest and shameless pork-barrelling – all were virtually ignored.
Oddest of all, when the Coalition, with exceptional chutzpah, was insisting that Labor was incompetent with money, Shorten could have responded: “Hawke and Keating created the modern Australian economy and twenty-seven years of constant growth has been based on Labor’s work. The Rudd government’s response to the global financial crisis in 2008 is generally regarded as having been the world’s best and in the Rudd–Gillard–Rudd years Australia retained its AAA credit rating from all the international agencies.” But he never made these points. I kept texting to ask why, without receiving a reply.
The Coalition was not challenged about its gross policy inadequacy and toxic personal relationships, succinctly defined by Kelly O’Dwyer as “homophobic, anti-women, climate change deniers.” Instead, the Labor Party was under constant, well-funded and wildly exaggerated attack for its ambitious program, as was Shorten as leader. The old political adage “disunity is death” did not seem to apply this time.
The elections in 1969, 1972, 1974, 1975, 1980, 1983, 1993, 1998 and 2007 dealt with complex, sophisticated issues, including foreign affairs, the environment, law reform, creating an open economy, ending White Australia, land rights for Indigenous Australians, and taxation. Whitlam, Hayden, Hawke, Keating and Rudd were serious thinkers. In the 2019 poll, voters responded to Scott Morrison’s dire warning: “This is not the time for change.” Although the Australian electorate now includes 6,500,000 graduates, the most highly qualified cohort in our history, it is clear that many Australians prefer not to address complex issues in politics. At least, not now.
Morrison’s appeal was to the “quiet Australian,” a variant of Richard Nixon’s “silent majority.” Morrison’s “quiet Australians” can say, “I have never advocated mistreatment of indigenes or racism or misogyny or wage theft, but I have never said or done anything to oppose these things either.”
The Clive Palmer–UAP advertisements, plastered across the wide brown land, charged that Labor would impose “trillions” of dollars in extra taxation and generated fear, especially among older voters, who felt their thrift would be punished. This was essentially a $60 million gift to Morrison, but I doubt if he will list it in his electoral expenses return.
I was concerned that Morrison adopted some of Trump’s techniques, not just the baseball cap, but also the use or misuse of language, relying on photo ops, sound bites and mantras. The language was simple, stripped of meaning, but endlessly repeated, again and again, over and over, on and on. At least Morrison generously let Palmer have the slogan “Make Australia Great” (why not “Again”?).
As a religious person (in this, unlike Trump), Morrison has an oddly casual approach to the truth of a proposition. He is essentially a salesman, a Willy Loman. In an age of retail politics, the fundamental issue for him is “Will it sell?” And he was flogging a single product: short-term self-interest.
His ludicrous journey to Christmas Island, with a bevy of media, in March 2019, was based on the proposition that passage of the Medevac legislation would result in an upsurge of refugees arriving by boat. When that didn’t happen, the next we heard of Christmas Island was in the April 2019 Budget, with costings for closing down the detention centre. In just three weeks, Christmas Island had gone from being essential to being pointless.
Morrison has routine techniques for evading questions: he either ignores what he is asked and answers something else, or he says, “That’s only of interest inside the Canberra bubble.” He invariably fails to take responsibility for errors, failures, mis-statements or exaggerations. If anything has gone wrong, it is never his fault: he was away or was poorly briefed.
Even worse was his use of exaggeration, fear-mongering, half-truths and lies. A cynical defence was offered by Morrison, that Shorten’s campaign in 2016 against possible changes to Medicare, dubbed “Mediscare,” meant that truth was no longer a tradeable commodity in election campaigns. Like Trump, Morrison could say anything – and get away with it.
Also like Trump, Morrison’s limited vocabulary helped him win. He kept repeating the words and phrases “hard-working Australians,” “work,” “home,” “family,” “How good is … ?,” “humble,” “quiet,” “reward,” “amazing,” “the greatest country on earth” and “the Sharks.” One can be confident that among the words Morrison would rarely if ever use in a campaign are “environment,” “global,” “planetary,” “nature,” “creativity,” “imagination,” “understanding,” “explanation,” “science,” “research,” “evidence,” “books,” “art,” “music,” “beauty” and “moral leadership.” He has his own interpretation of “freedom.”
Again like Trump, Morrison seems to be completely lacking in curiosity. On issues raised with him, he either knows the answers already, or has no desire to hear the cases for and against a proposition. He was caught on television on a drought-ravaged farm: “Linking the drought with climate change? Well, that’s not an issue I have thought about very much …”
The campaign was infantilised by Morrison’s televangelism. But it clearly worked.
Labor, with its heavy emphasis on attacking “the big end of town,” was essentially campaigning against Turnbull, not Morrison. While Peta Credlin’s phrase “Mr Harbourside Mansion” had proved lethal against Turnbull, Morrison appeared to be relentlessly suburban in his interests and aspirations.
Ironically, Labor did comparatively well with the “big end of town,” affluent seats with high numbers of professionals. Fiona McLeod gained a 9 per cent swing in Higgins, Josh Burns 5 per cent in Macnamara, and there were significant swings to Labor in North Sydney and Bradfield. (However, in lower socio-economic status seats, the ALP suffered heavy swings. Joel Fitzgibbon, in Hunter, had the biggest swing in the nation against him: 14.1 per cent.)
Both leaders had a stroke of luck in the campaign, and neither was asked very probing questions on sensitive issues. Morrison was not asked about his Pentecostalism and the “Rapture,” in which true believers are hoovered up to Heaven. Did reliance on divine providence account for his indifference to climate change? Bill Shorten was not asked about the role of factions in the ALP, how they operated as patronage machines, his role as a player, or his hostility to democratising the party.
Shorten bravely declined to meet Rupert Murdoch before the campaign began, and he refused to be interviewed by News Corp outlets or by radio shock-jocks. He paid dearly for that courage and was subject to unrelenting attack, much of it personal. It must have seemed that he was engaged in a fight against Morrison + Palmer + Hanson + Murdoch.
A man, unknown to me, spoke to me at a tram stop. He began, “This is a really terrible government and they ought to be defeated heavily.” He then gave a forensic analysis of its failures. (Perhaps he was a barrister.) But his final words to me were, “But I can’t stand Bill Shorten. I suppose you’d have to put me down as a swinging voter.” I had similar experiences several times a day, throughout the campaign. I found it disturbing because I did not fully understand it, even after mounting a defence.
There seems to be an iron law in politics: for the past hundred years, the first Opposition leader chosen after a change of government has never gone on to become prime minister.
On climate change, Shorten was crazy-brave, proposing significant increases in emissions reductions without explaining adequately why a Labor government would be doing this. Labor’s courageous climate change policy was poorly argued, failing to involve millions in the community who engage directly with the issue (gardeners, farmers, bushwalkers, anglers, bird watchers, whale watchers, beekeepers, skiers, vignerons). Their lived experience and direct observation should have been harnessed, but was not. Shorten never talked about the science, and he rejected my advice to emphasise that each tonne of coal burnt produces 3.67 tonnes of carbon dioxide, which hangs round for decades in the atmosphere as a greenhouse gas. It is not “demonising” coal to point this out. And he never referred to cement, cows or cities, all three presenting central difficulties in reducing greenhouse gas emissions. He talked about electric cars, but not persuasively. And he invited criticism that he was straddling the fence on Adani and not wanting to offend the CFMMEU, which had provided him with critical factional support.
Labor was also courageous in promising to end distortionary taxes. But Shorten failed to explain the moral justification of taxation as the price we pay for civilisation, with expanding demands, not just in infrastructure but at the personal level: sharing the costs of education for the young and health care for an ageing society, with a contracting revenue base.
The results of the marriage equality voluntary postal survey in November 2017, followed by unprecedented levels of enrolment by young people, gave a false optimism that Australia might be prepared to support courageous changes. Peter Dutton’s seat of Dickson voted 65 per cent for “Yes” and he was targeted by GetUp! Surely he must be at risk? Well, he wasn’t. Jensen quotes an astute observation by the Liberals’ Tim Wilson: “In the same way that kids told their parents how to vote in the marriage equality postal survey, we saw parents telling their kids about the cost of voting Labor.”
Bob Hawke’s death, two days before polling, produced a powerful emotional reaction, with extensive coverage of ALP triumphs. I thought it might impede any move back to the Coalition. It did not. Morrison handled it very well. Shorten failed to benefit from the mood of goodwill – and that was tough for him, because he admired Hawke greatly.
The final result can be interpreted in several ways. The Coalition won 51.53 per cent of the two-party-preferred vote, the ALP 48.47 per cent, so if three voters in 100 had changed, Morrison’s much-vaunted mandate would have disappeared. So that looks like a close result.
The ALP won a majority of seats in New South Wales, Victoria and South Australia, all the seats in the ACT and the Northern Territory, and (with Andrew Wilkie) progressives won Tasmania 3 to 2. The election was lost in the outlier states of Queensland and Western Australia.
However, the result was not good for the party I have belonged to since 1950. Its primary vote fell to 33.3 per cent. When Gough Whitlam was heavily defeated in the 1975 election after the dismissal, the ALP’s primary vote was 42.8 per cent. A figure in the low forties would now seem like a triumph!
A major problem for Labor is its low level of engagement with the community. Can a party with a contracting base (union-controlled factions; small, ageing branch membership) and Senate candidates whom nobody has ever heard of, handpicked by the factions, reach out to an expanding population?
Barry Jones
THE PROSPERITY GOSPEL
Correspondence
Erik Jensen’s arresting descriptions of the campaign trail remind us of the many reasons for Scott Morrison’s miracle win: Labor’s complex policy agenda, Bill Shorten’s unpopularity, ScoMo’s energetic, self-confident campaigning, Coalition scare campaigns, angry retirees, Queensland regionalism, Clive Palmer’s millions, the Greens’ foolish anti-Adani caravan, popular local members. Labor’s election post-mortems will be exploring them all. The question is: are larger patterns discernible? Here are three I can see.
The first is there in the fact that there are so many plausible reasons, each one making a small contribution to the final result in an increasingly volatile electorate. The Australian Electoral Study has not yet had time to crunch the numbers, but the 2019 election is likely to continue the trend of declining stable identification with the major parties. In 1967, 70 per cent of voters reported always voting for the same party, in federal and state elections and for both houses. In 2016, rusted-on supporters were only 40 per cent of the electorate. Most people are only marginally interested in politics, but with compulsory voting, come election day, they have to make a decision. For the rusted-on, the decision has already been made, but the rest are open to persuasion. So the popularity of candidates has become more important. (How else to explain Tony Abbott’s ejection from Warringah, or the success of Helen Haines in Indi?) Particular issues push and pull electors different ways. And how one responds to the leaders seems more significant than ever.
Paralleling the decline in stable partisanship is a decline in trust in politicians and in the popularity of our leaders. Shorten’s unpopularity was always going to be a drag on the Labor vote. In deciding whether to vote one way or the other, “I don’t like him” is as good a reason as any for many voters. Shorten’s problem, it seemed to me, was that he was difficult to read and to identify as a social type. Up against Morrison’s public persona of “what you see is what you get,” he was at a serious disadvantage. In time, the electoral study will tell us how much. The point, though, is not to find one major cause, or a primary determinant, but to recognise that in a de-aligned and distrustful electorate there will be multiple factors influencing people’s vote.
My second larger pattern is the grip mining has on Australia’s imagined and actual economy. We are so used to hearing about the Hawke–Keating government’s successes in deregulating the Australian economy that we can overlook its failures. In his policy speech for the 1993 election everyone expected him to lose, Keating spoke of his dream that Australia “could become a great manufacturing country, a country which made things for the world to buy. Things which bore the stamp of Australian work and genius. I became convinced that Australia could be more than a quarry and a farm.” Keating’s bold attempt to free Australia from its historical dependence on farming and mining was doomed by the rise of China, which has decimated our manufacturing industry. We now make even less that the world wants to buy than we did in 1993, and the quarry is much bigger. In 1991/92 Australian exports were 21.1 per cent rural, 25.9 per cent mineral and fuel and 21.4 per cent manufactured products. By 2013/14, minerals and fuels were 50.1 per cent, and rural and manufacturing exports had shrunk to around 12 per cent each. Iron ore and coal are our top two exports, and natural gas our fourth. Keating wouldn’t have predicted the third: education-related travel services, including the money overseas students spend on fees and living expenses. But universities scarcely figured in the Coalition’s campaign, and only marginally in Labor’s. And neither had a plausible plan on how to prepare the Australian economy for a likely global shift away from fossil fuels. Miners and farmers were the symbols of economic responsibility in this campaign, together with the tradies in building and construction which operate in the domestic economy.
The third is the enduring emotional patterns that underpin the Liberal Party’s individualism and its policy staples of lower taxes, secure borders and a Budget under control. As Morrison told us repeatedly, he believes in “a fair go for those who have a go,” for those who make a contribution and don’t just seek to take. This is Robert Menzies’ society of leaners and lifters, and Hockey’s age of entitlement, though in slightly less accusatory language. It’s not so much the self-congratulatory appeal of seeing oneself as a contributor that gives this pattern its power, but the anxieties it evokes: of the never-ending demands that the needy, with the government as their agent, might make on the resources we’ve each marshalled to support ourselves and our families. Unregulated flows of asylum seekers evoke similar fears.
For many voters, Bill’s hand in their pocket, taking, obliterated the benefits of Labor’s policies. The hostility to franking credits was out of all proportion to the relatively small number of people affected. It became a generalised symbol of Labor’s propensity to tax, while promised benefits such as dental-care subsidies for pensioners barely registered. Morrison made no overt attacks on government-provided services, which would have opened him up to a Labor scare campaign. Nor did he indulge in the demonising of dole bludgers and asylum seekers. Instead, he projected a world of scarce resources, with individuals and families competing with each other to get ahead, and a modest tax refund to reward their efforts. For many unaligned voters, it was enough.
Judith Brett
THE PROSPERITY GOSPEL
Correspondence
Because we got it so wrong, we need to pay particular attention to the 2019 campaign. The we is all-embracing: journalists, politicians, punters and the people. Even as the nation queued in May to re-elect Scott Morrison, barely a third of us thought he might scrape home. This is error on an epic scale. Making sense of it matters. Bill Shorten was swiftly consigned to the fat bin marked non-recyclable. Christ and Coal, those very Aussie allies, wasted no time claiming victory. As it has since Hawke’s day, the Australian Electoral Study at ANU is doing its exquisite work of matching votes to voters. While we wait for its findings in November, we have Erik Jensen’s entirely different approach to understanding what happened on 18 May. His eyes are sharp. Ditto his ears. He asks us to pay fresh attention to what was said on the election trail, particularly by Morrison.
It’s good to be reminded that Morrison got into the advertising game as a child actor spruiking for Vicks VapoRub. There’s a big essay to be written about the damage done to lives and ambitions by too much applause too young. Not now. What matters at this point is that we have a prime minister with a depthless – and not misplaced – faith in jingles. He says: “They stick in your head, don’t they?” He never tires of the vaguely decent: “You’ll get a go if you have a go.” But the jingle that counted most in that long campaign was an old favourite of the man and his party: “Schools, hospitals, medicines, roads – all guaranteed by a strong economy.” The key word in that sentence is guaranteed.
Shorten’s picture of tomorrow’s Australia was sketched in detail. His party had policies. He won debates. But Morrison’s message – clear, now, when we come back to it in Jensen’s essay – was simple: Labor’s plans to get Australia back into shape aren’t really needed. Prosperity will do the work. No tough decisions have to be made. No one need lose out. Fairness is beside the point. So we’ll soon be bleeding $6 billion a year topping up the dividends of the nation’s richest investors. So what? We’re so prosperous with the Coalition in charge it hardly matters. First item on the agenda if the government is re-elected: tax cuts for everyone.
The media do a strangely poor job of reporting what politicians say. It’s not as if we have to hunt and forage. It’s there for the taking. But less and less of what is said makes it to the news. The drift of the press is to cut everything short. This guts argument. Jingles matter more than ever. So little of the key speeches by our leaders go to air these days it’s a wonder they bother making them. The great pleasure of The Prosperity Gospel is to be immersed in the language of the campaign and reconsider the state of politics in this country knowing that what was dismissed as blather in those weeks worked so well on election day. It’s an exercise in hindsight that’s not only surprisingly entertaining but speaks with almost scientific clarity. Prosperity was, after all, the only message Morrison preached in 2019 and it came always with the same warning: “Bill Shorten’s Labor Party can’t manage money.”
Pollsters surveying the wreckage of their trade after 18 May argue at least one finding pointed to a Morrison victory: PPM, preferred prime minister. Shorten never closed the gap and Shorten lost. PPM is not infallible, but it’s rarely let us down. Contrary to political myth, Abbott even edged ahead of Rudd in the days before the 2013 poll. The wrecker was the nation’s PPM. Deep in the figures of all the pollsters, there’s another fundamentally reliable figure. It doesn’t predict outcomes but measures the perpetual disadvantage Labor faces in federal politics: despite the economic record of the Hawke, Rudd and Gillard governments, Australians are convinced by a wide margin that the Coalition handles money better than Labor. For a few months in 2010, polls showed Labor’s struggle to deal with the global financial crisis earnt the respect of the nation. That was a blip. Revisited in The Prosperity Gospel, Morrison’s speeches and press conferences read as a long riff on this bleak theme.
Why is change so hard in this country? Part of the answer to that perplexing question is Australia’s hesitation to trust Labor with the cash box. This isn’t a fresh discovery, but Jensen’s examination of the campaign just past suggests we need to pay this attitude some serious attention. It survives, year in and year out, despite the mixed economic record of both sides of politics over the past decades. It shapes our politics. I believe it explains why Labor needs particularly charismatic leadership to win government. In 2019, Shorten discovered that putting Labor’s policies on the table years in advance and opening a national conversation about the future of the country could be beaten simply by Morrison’s message of blather and fear.
David Marr
THE PROSPERITY GOSPEL
Correspondence
“We didn’t get enough votes.”
That’s what Bill said, smiling bravely into the sun outside his house in Moonee Ponds on what turned out to be the first day of the rest of his life.
It’s the simplest, briefest and most true answer to the question all of us whose ambitions for a Shorten Labor government were swiftly and comprehensively terminated on 18 May have been asked by friends and family and job interviewers in the weeks since: where did it go wrong? As one of those casualties, I’ve taken a keen interest in the various post-mortems. But so far, Bill’s answer remains the only one I can completely agree with.
Despite the subtitle of The Prosperity Gospel, Erik Jensen is not too proud to say he simply doesn’t know why Labor lost or how Morrison won. It’s a credit to him and a win for the reader.
Unlike many others, instead of wasting words on pseudo-psephology, Erik gives us telling sketches of the two major-party leaders, their campaigns and the choices Australians faced and made.
There’s plenty of the Bill Shorten I like and admire in Erik’s interviews and a fair chunk of the Scott Morrison I tried and failed to understand. It might seem a small thing, but there’s something chilling about a man who can dismiss the entirety of international fiction by saying he doesn’t relate to it and prefers “our stories” while sitting underneath a picture of the Queen and quoting the Bible.
For me, as someone who spent every day of the 2016 and 2019 campaigns on the Bill Bus, the contrast Erik draws between Bill’s days and Morrison’s was disconcerting. Against Malcolm Turnbull in 2016, we were the plucky insurgency: fun, frenetic, full of colour and movement. In this piece, our 2019 show comes across as earnest but dull. Full of long speeches and detailed pressers, a somehow self-consciously serious exercise. That’s not how it felt from the inside. Working and travelling with Bll was very often fun and nearly always funny. But the line that made me sit up and start writing was where Erik describes what we were doing as “betting against modern politics.”
Have no doubt: Bill Shorten is a political gambler. He bet on fairness and stood up to the 2014 Budget when some senior colleagues were telling him to roll over. His critics invariably accuse him of political opportunism, yet as Leader of the Opposition he repeatedly chose principle over expediency: on tax reform, marriage equality, climate action and a Voice for Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples. In 2015, fresh out of the witness stand at the trade union royal commission, he took on his own party over the necessity of boat turnbacks and prevailed. In 2016 he listened to people who’d been ripped off by the big banks and – betting against the Liberals’ contempt, powerful institutional opposition and no small measure of internal concern – he got a royal commission. Yet he also recoiled from claiming credit, from overt “leadership” moments, from public rebukes of colleagues or headline-grabbing acts of triangulation. He’d rather win the argument and give his former opponents ownership of the change than take a curtain call. Invariably, he’d scribble over the first few triumphal lines of draft speeches and say, “We don’t need to rub their noses in it.” That was a gamble too. And, of course, in the breadth and scope of our agenda, we had “ripped up the rulebook” of small-target, low-risk opposition.
For five and a half years, every time we held our collective breath and announced a policy or took a plunge and survived a by-election, a Budget reply or another media-manufactured “test of leadership,” I was exhilarated not just by the sense of winning the moment or setting the agenda, but by the thought that we were hammering down another plank in an election platform. Now, eleven weeks into unemployment, I think maybe we were just accumulating baggage for the journey ahead. Perhaps we were using up our luck.
By May 2019, when politics had been skewing to the simple and short-term for years, we were running as the party of complexity. To voters uncertain about the future and suspicious of reform, we offered ourselves as agents of change. With cynicism about politics and democracy rife, we presented a vision for big government activism. Right when we needed it, the zeitgeist deserted us.
Whatever our failures in planning, messaging and execution (and, of course, speech-writing), we didn’t do any of this to win a bet. It wasn’t an experiment for us, or an academic study. We didn’t take on the hard issues, put forward the big ideas and run the campaign we did to prove we were better than the system; we did it because we believed the system needed to be better. But when you combined our new, self-selected complexity with the perpetually complicated mix of emotions, motivations, causes and constituencies that is modern Labor, well, winning was never going to be easy.
Take stability. In the 2016 campaign, Turnbull would occasionally say people had to decide if they wanted Bill to be “Australia’s fifth prime minister in three years.” Considering he’d only just installed himself as the fourth, it always struck me as a strange argument. But the Liberals never seem burdened by self-doubt. Despite an unmatched record of dispatching Australians to failed wars on bad evidence, they have a superhuman capacity to brazenly assert their status as the natural party of strong leadership, steady hands and a safe country. And as much as we love to say they’re out of touch, perhaps they understand better than we do that Australians can forgive a threadbare agenda and overlook a whole lot of grubby scandals because what we crave most of all is the promise of stability – the right to be relaxed and comfortable.
When Bill returned from Christmas at Wye River, he told us how many people had come up to him and, whatever complaint they had about a particular policy, had given Labor “a tick” for being united. Pretty soon he would whittle the line down to: “I don’t like everything you’re doing, but at least you guys will have the same prime minister for three years.” It wasn’t exactly “Ask not what your country can do for you,” but it had the ring of truth to it.
In early 2014, when I first started working for Bill, any speech that mentioned the Rudd–Gillard governments required a contrite sentence or two about the lessons to be learnt from that time. He became fond of an analogy George Wright had given him about party unity being “the green fee” for national government. Five years later, we had paid the fee and we were proud of it.
Three days of National Conference spoke for unprecedented harmony between the party and the movement. Bill’s “stable, talented and united team” rarely missed a campaign mention. Tanya and Penny and Chris and Albo and Kristina Keneally and Catherine King co-starred in the pressers. Hawke and Keating penned a joint op-ed, their first collaboration since 1991. Kevin and Julia shared a laugh at the launch. Short of Mark Latham moving to reinstate Billy Hughes’ membership, there was nothing more we could have done to demonstrate our unity of purpose.
Inevitably, commentators tut-tutted about “highly choreographed” moments and “stage-managed” displays, but the Liberals didn’t even pretend to go through the motions. Abbott was “too busy campaigning” to come to the launch, Turnbull stayed overseas, not even Howard got a gig. When journos asked Morrison why none of his ministers was doing media, he sneered about not needing people to “prop me up.” Again, self-doubt didn’t figure.
Of course, for a progressive party trying to take back power, the “stability” pitch could only ever be half our story. The green fee.
Because we were stable, we said, we could be trusted to keep our promises, unlike Abbott. Because we were stable, we wouldn’t fracture or compromise, unlike Turnbull. Because we were steady and united, we could end the political dysfunction.
Climate change, we thought, joined the dots better than anything. Any time Bill gave an audience a version of “We won’t waste time fighting about whether climate change is real, we’ll just get on with real action,” he was guaranteed a round of applause. It was a long way from “the great moral challenge of our time,” but it had been a long ten years.
With unity and policy, we had a compelling story, and as the man who’d assiduously cultivated that unity, managed the program and driven the “positive alternative” strategy, Bill could bring it to life better than anyone. But it still took a while to tell the tale and, as Bill would say, “explain to people where they fit in.”
The town-hall meetings are where people fit in. We’d be in a bowls club bar or the people-mover or a cramped little backstage room with the local candidate kicking around the potential issues and Bill would say to whichever luckless policy adviser was about to be tasked with a hypothetical question on a four-minute deadline: “Mate, I don’t want a process answer, I need a real response.”
When Morrison gets asked about Newstart, he says, “We believe the best form of welfare is a job.” “If pressed,” as all politicians’ talking points demurely phrase it, he says most people get additional payments anyway.
But that doesn’t fly in a town-hall meeting when the person asking the question is living on forty bucks a day – and Bill knew it. He appreciated that the blow-in from Canberra with the white car parked outside can’t just airily tell a person who’s given up their evening and put up their hand that all they really need to do is have a go.
Bill would start by agreeing that Newstart is too low and explaining that we were not reviewing it to lower it. We need a review because it’s a big commitment and there are interactions with other payments and it’s complicated and we’re in Opposition. But there’s a journey to come. He’d talk about the dignity of work and the pain of losing your job and the pressure it puts on family and the harm it can do to community and the need for good TAFEs and employers giving older workers a fair crack and bringing back Aussie apprenticeships and local content and procurement. First question or last, good day or bad, Bill would show the humility, the respect, to give a proper answer. Everyone would be moved to applaud, even those of us who’d heard it twenty times. And when we got back in the car, he’d say, “I need a better answer on Newstart, mate. And on cannabis.”
Our gleeful critics have claimed that the breadth of our agenda reflected a presumption of victory. Erik Jensen chalks it up to insecurity. The truth is, we were offering a town-hall answer to every question, nationwide. It was humility, it was respect. If we were asking people to choose us as their government, we believed we had to offer more than a slogan. If we were going to promise new investments in schools and hospitals and child care and pensioner dental, if we were going to eliminate the costs of fighting cancer, then we figured it was up to us to explain to people how we would pay for it.
So, on a whole range of issues, it was the tale of two messages. We were promising stability but asking people to vote for change. We were going to end the chaos but remake the country. We were ready to govern but taking nothing for granted. If there was a phrase I came to dread in the pressers and interviews, it was “please, let me finish.”
This kind of nuance wasn’t much of a match for endless headlines about “tax bombs,” a housing market “collapse” and “class war,” and it got us nowhere against the biggest single advertising spend in election history: Clive Palmer’s entirely dishonest and almost exclusively anti-Labor, anti-Bill campaign.
I would never actually throw a book across a room, but I got pretty close when I saw Erik quoting a Liberal insider concerned that Palmer was “debasing political advertising.” There was only one beneficiary from the wall-to-wall Palmer: the LNP.
We knew the “death tax” campaign was nothing but bad news. What to do about it was another matter. When Chris Bowen and Kristina Keneally went out to smash up the LNP for sponsoring lies, within twelve hours the Liberal campaign had made a video montage of our people saying “death tax.”
In the absence of alternatives, we ended up with a position of public contempt and private terror. When, two weeks from election day, my wife texted me saying her colleagues at the hospital were asking her about Bill’s 40 per cent death tax, I knew we were in strife.
As for our actual tax policies, by the time of the campaign we’d spent over twelve months talking about closing a loophole that cost Australia more than the government spent on public schools. We called it a giveaway, a gift, a tidy little arrangement, an unsustainable leftover of Howard–Costello largesse. All of these terms pissed off the people collecting the benefit. But nothing cut through with the broader population like “retiree tax.”
I watched more of Tim Wilson’s committee hearings than was good for me. I learnt the script. When “self-funded” retirees started saying they didn’t want to be a burden to the taxpayer, I would sometimes find myself saying, “Well, we’ve got good news for you!” No one I saw railing against our measures struck me as a true believer lost to the cause, especially those who began by saying “I’ve voted Labor in the past,” as if the next sentence was “but I didn’t inhale.”
Along with the “death tax,” it was the people who would be fine but feared they’d be hurt that broke the heart. A pensioner in the first debate, a vocal passer-by at the Nowra shopping centre, an angry coffee drinker in Adelaide. Never have so many Australians identified so strongly and so wrongly with a tiny percentage of the population.
Then there was Adani. During the Batman by-election, when anyone with a Twitter handle talked about Bill “walking both sides of the street,” I tried to cheer up our team by saying that was the only way to knock on all the doors, but in reality we were straddling a barbed-wire fence. Never mind that we couldn’t “Stop Adani” any more than we could start digging; in Queensland it swallowed press conferences whole. The tiniest deviation from the language of the previous answer or the previous day or the previous campaign was freighted with imagined significance. Bill was stuck delivering lines, not giving answers. And it showed. I lived in hope that the conservationists would find a more loveable animal than the black-throated finch.
So that’s how we spent too much of our campaign. Talking about a mine whose future we couldn’t determine, carpet-bombed by ads from a party that couldn’t win and didn’t care, defending one tax that didn’t affect the people concerned and another we weren’t imposing at all. Precious minutes of national attention that couldn’t be used to tell families about cheaper child care, pensioners about free dental and workers about secure jobs and better wages.
But how could we have changed any of that? Like Erik, I’m not too proud to say I don’t know. Apart from collecting around another one million primary votes, I’m not sure what we should have done differently. If we’d promised the spending without the revenue, we’d have been rightly dismissed as trafficking in false hope. If we’d promised to kill Adani, or start construction on day one, half the country would have hated our guts and the other half would have known we were lying. If we’d chatted to Sky before Question Time every day and called in to Jones and gone to New York and kissed Murdoch’s ring, they all would have come after us regardless. Nothing we said or did to Palmer would have mattered. Whatever that expression is about picking fights with people who buy ink by the gallon, it’s doubly true for a bloke whose ads run right through Married at First Sight.
If we’d swapped the town-hall answer for the glib line and abandoned complexity and tucked ourselves into a little ball and said that they’d had three leaders and we’d had one and now it was our turn to drive the car, great swathes of our progressive constituency would have said that we were arrogantly expecting a coronation and that a “Liberal-lite” government was no better than the hard-right real thing.
Finally, I’m poorly equipped to write about “where Labor went wrong” because on so many issues I still don’t believe we were wrong. What happened on election day didn’t convince me that negative gearing and refundable franking credits are more important than better schools, free cancer care and universal preschool for three- and four-year-olds. Defeat didn’t make me think that climate change is a conspiracy or that a Voice will be a third chamber or restoring penalty rates will shutter small businesses across the land. But more than enough people thought differently. In other words, we didn’t get enough votes.
So what’s the post-mortem? We were brave, we were ambitious, we argued for what was right, not what was easy. No one worked harder than Bill, but a lot of us worked incredibly hard, for many years.
I’ll always be proud of the way we went about it, but I wish we’d bloody won.
Or, to use a favourite Shortenism, the operation went perfectly but the patient died.
James Newton
AUSTRALIA FAIR
Response to Correspondence
Usually, the author’s response to Quarterly Essay correspondence gratefully accepts praise given, addresses criticisms levelled and reflects on anything that has happened since the essay was published, building further on the central thesis. But I think we can accept that this is an unusual moment in Australian political history. And so I will use my right of reply as a chance to review what I wrote in January and outline my initial reaction to the results of the election, addressing the generous and insightful responses as I go.
In the essay, I talked at some length about how much we can trust public opinion polls. I wrote:
My profession has been under attack for many years as contributing to the corruption and mendacity of party politics. Not only are our methods questioned, and the ways in which our work is used criticised, but the veracity of our conclusions is constantly doubted. It’s common for commentators to say on election night that the polls got it wrong. While it is true that some polling (namely, seat-based robo-polling) can be unreliable, there is no evidence that national political polls in Australia are inaccurate. In fact, history shows that such polls produce exceptionally accurate results, even with the transition from landlines to mobile phones and online surveys over the past decade or so.
While this statement was based on the evidence available at the time, it’s clear that I placed too much faith in the methods of pollsters in Australia and the extent to which compulsory voting had buffered our national polls from the kinds of inaccuracies exposed by Brexit and Trump. The reality is that our fetish for polls never made much sense. Polling never told us the full story, because the act of voting is a very blunt tool to measure the complexities of public sentiment. However, we can’t let this polling fail license a retreat to “anecdotalism”; polling data will still play a role in the mix of different kinds of information that help inform strategy. That being said, there is no sugar-coating the immediate impact of all this on my profession’s reputation. Political polling represents about 1 per cent of social and market research, but it is the research that gets the most attention. The election result presents a challenge to all polling and research agencies to come up with new tools to understand how the public feel about politics and policy. However, there may be one very good outcome from this result: that we care less about published polling, that journalists talk about polls less and politicians refer to them less.
Just because I am not a pollster doesn’t mean I haven’t had cause to reflect on my methods. I trusted the polls and the fact that the trend consistently favoured Labor shaped my expectation in the essay that Australians were responding favourably to Labor’s plan for government. When I started my career, I came to understand the Australian community through a unique research project that no longer exists, the Ipsos Mind & Mood Report. It involved a highly intelligent and empathetic group of women working as a team, travelling around Australia, listening to groups of friends and colleagues talk very broadly about how they felt about their lives, their families, their communities and the direction of the country. We visited homes, workplaces, garages, classrooms, cafes and community centres. I haven’t conducted research like that for about four years. Instead, the research I have undertaken has been on very specific issues. So it’s no surprise I missed the meta-sentiment. Marc Stears, director of the Sydney Policy Lab at the University of Sydney and former speechwriter for British Labour’s Ed Milliband, wrote that people vote on overall feel and rarely on individual policies; the more you have actual conversations with people, the more apparent that is. To quote a classic Australian movie, it’s the vibe. So as a researcher, I have recommitted myself to more listening, to asking more open questions of people, to reconnecting with the vibe.
As I write this, we are still in the swirl of analysis about what happened and why. Some of it is intelligent and thought-provoking, some of it is not. Views range from “nothing much has shifted” to “everything we know to be true is not.” The correct interpretation must lie somewhere in the middle. I certainly have more questions than answers at the moment, but I also have a few thoughts worth sharing. One wise head told me on election night that for Labor (in particular) to win federally, all the elements need to line up – a strong leader, a strong campaign and the right policy settings to fit the mood of the electorate. All those elements might not have been equal contributors to the party’s election loss, but they all need to be considered in its wake.
In the essay, I underestimated the importance of the leader. I recalled people voting for a leader they didn’t particularly like in Tony Abbott and thought the same logic would work for Bill Shorten. Perhaps the more disengaged and anxious voters are, the more the leader matters, particularly to the undecided. Given Labor was promising a suite of complex policies, the likeability of the leader and the strength of the campaign became even more important. Understanding what works and doesn’t work in a campaign is not my forte, but what I didn’t consider in the essay was whether Labor’s agenda (even though it dovetailed nicely with what the majority of Australians say they want) could withstand the negative campaigning and misinformation that was thrown at it. Finally, what I outlined in the essay was a policy agenda for a popular Labor government rather than a policy platform to win an election. The question I didn’t ask myself was this: how does the progressive centre of sentiment hold up when those sentiments are translated into policy and sold to an anxious public? The idea that Australia is trending to the right doesn’t line up with political reality: Labor governments in Queensland and Western Australia as well as the more progressive Victoria. The results in South Australia, with a conservative state government in power, saw a two-party-preferred split of 56/44 in favour of Labor. While the majority of Australians support progressive policies in the social-democratic tradition when presented with them in surveys and focus groups, the challenge progressive parties face is this: how to sell that to people during a campaign, when trust in politics is so low? And so I wouldn’t be surprised if what Labor campaigners take out of this loss is that to win campaigns you need a strong, likeable leader, a small-target policy strategy and a generous side-serve of fear about the alternative.
The essay made an argument that there is a progressive centre in Australian society and that the foundations exist for a revived social democracy with environmental concerns at its core. Yet Labor fell short and I underestimated the impact of a few issues. The first of these is tax. As I said in the essay, tax reform is where the rubber hits the road when it comes to revitalising social democracy. Will voters cop modest tax increases if it means more spending on the services they consistently say they want? I made the point that when it comes to a possible loss in one area in exchange for gains in another, trust becomes essential. You have to trust the party in government to do as it says it will: to take and give rather than just take. But the reaction to Labor’s tax reform ideas also prompts a broader, more nuanced discussion about our attitudes to fairness. Of course, our concept of fairness is pretty malleable. And we are, overall, an affluent country. So did people think it was unfair to take franking credits away? And was that perception of unfairness enough to provide fertile ground for a scare campaign on a retiree tax and a death tax? As Carol Johnson comments, “it was Labor that was construed as unfair to ordinary voters ranging from retirees to home owners.” (It should be noted that negative gearing policies didn’t seem to hurt Labor in 2016, so perhaps the focus on franking credits was taken as an attack on those aged over sixty-five, a sizeable part of the voting population.) Again, I think one of the lessons for Labor campaigners must be that it’s only in government that you are able to show that the politics of economic redistribution are possible, that your kind of government will give more to the vast majority of citizens in return for modest tax reform. And that, ironically, the language of all-out class warfare can backfire in a “classless” society like Australia, even when social inequality is becoming more pronounced.
The second issue is climate change. The ballot box has always been an imprecise tool for measuring public sentiment on complex issues, especially ones that provoke the spectrum of emotion in us as climate change does – fear, denial, guilt, anxiety, anger and hope. This was the climate election, but not in the way people (including myself) thought it would be. Again, I looked to the past to predict the future; concern about climate helped Labor in 2007. Climate change concern was a reason why the Liberal Party lost Warringah and an independent held on in Indi. It was one of the reasons we saw swings away from the Liberals in seats like North Sydney. But results for the LNP in Queensland and even One Nation in the Hunter show a swing in the opposite direction in parts of Australia where mining jobs are being threatened and where workers don’t feel they can be nimble in response to a changing economy. I said in the essay that I thought that as a community we were inching towards recognition of the scale of the climate threat. In fact, if the election result is any kind of gauge, while some parts of our society are quickly moving in that direction, other parts may be pushing back. Griffith University academics Anne Tiernan, Jacob Deem and Jennifer Menzies argue that the results in Queensland reflect a decentralised and highly local reaction to the “climate change versus coal” equation.
Putting to one side the fact that the swings against Labor were not much bigger in Queensland than some other parts of the country, and that it had the most marginal seats in the election, the instinct to blame and deride Queensland highlights exactly what went wrong for the ALP … Queenslanders are not all deeply conservative, rusted-on LNP voters, even in central and northern regions. Instead, the federal Labor Party, like the many pundits who predicted an ALP win, seem to have underestimated or misunderstood the variances and nuances of the Queensland electorate. As the only state where a majority of the population lives outside the capital city, regionalism matters in Queensland in a way it does not elsewhere.
As Travers McLeod points out, Australians are not sure government will look after them, their families and their communities over the long term. Perhaps this is particularly so in regional communities struggling to survive. And so they respond to appeals that focus on local jobs over those that focus on the “national interest.” All politics is local but some politics is more local than others.
The election result also makes me reflect on where exactly the community is on climate. Beneath the top-line figures that point to consensus, there are schisms that are going to be hard to shift. Susan Carland writes that “we are living in a time of profound social silos and tribalism.” James Walter makes a similar point, saying that we need to be wary of “the phantom public” and instead understand there are various “publics” that are “created by political mobilisation, triggered by insiders for their own ends.” Interestingly, while I didn’t anticipate the election result, in my work on attitudes to climate change I have been coming to the realisation that the approaches to understanding sentiment on climate and therefore the strategies to mobilise climate action are inadequate. My current research, which will eventually be a book, is on climate change and emotion and how individual and group psychology should inform how those in the climate change movement communicate and persuade.
To reiterate, I don’t think Australia is inherently an ideologically conservative nation. I do think it may well be a temperamentally conservative one. This result doesn’t mean we are right-wing. It means we are scared. We want change desperately, but we are equally scared of change when it involves trusting the political system to bring it about. So politically we are stuck, at a time when so much else – in the economy, society and environment – is moving quickly.
One area I spent a lot of time exploring in the essay is the lack of trust in politics. All the responses address this in their own way. Isabelle Reinecke wrote that the election result is not a repudiation of progressive values but a reflection of deep cynicism about the ability of political parties to deliver competently on these issues. If I were to write my essay again, it would be focused through the lens of public distrust of politics, because if there is one big message coming from this election result, it is that despite our voting record Australians are alienated from the system. Before anyone speculates on how people responded to Labor’s policies, they first need to ask: were people listening much in the first place? There are signs they weren’t. The high number of pre-poll votes, 4.7 million in this election, was driven by our desire for convenience, but must also reflect that people had made up their minds before the campaign started and wanted to block the whole blasted business out. Not exactly an environment for change. And the cynicism about the two major parties continued unabated. In my essay, I outlined the decline of public trust in institutions and our growing despair about politics and politicians. I pointed to the increasing number of younger people wondering if Australian democracy can deliver on its promise. In an election where there was in fact a stark choice in policy, there was still the prevailing “they are both the same as each other” sentiment. Many independents did well, capitalising on negative feelings about the two parties. And contrary to so many predictions (not mine), scandal after scandal didn’t do much to the One Nation vote and delivered votes for Clive Palmer, even in a place like Townsville, where he still owes people money.
Indeed, the irony is that Labor was the most stable and united team on the ballot: the Liberals, Nationals, Greens and One Nation were all involved in very public, ugly fights in the twelve months leading up to the election, even during the campaign itself. (The United Australia Party wasn’t even a party but an electoral scaffold for a scare campaign aimed at Bill Shorten so that Clive Palmer could advance his interests in the Galilee Basin.) Disunity may no longer be death if the voters assume you are all a rabble. What this says to me is that we need to explore different ways for Australians to get involved in public decision-making, not just the kinds of deliberative-democracy mechanisms I mentioned in my essay but also the community organising that was successful in seats like Indi. It’s a lesson too for the major political parties, that internal party reform is as important as ever and that “politics as usual” will deliver lower and lower numbers of primary votes.
On social media, I’ve watched Labor and Greens supporters lash out at Queenslanders and other Australians who voted for the status quo, calling them stupid, lazy, racist and selfish. The cynicism about the electorate from some parts of the left never goes away. The conclusion to draw is not that Australia is no longer progressive or no longer cares about equality or is becoming like America, or that all social research lacks credibility. The conclusion is that the lack of trust the electorate has in politics has undermined its belief that structural reform – whether that be economic, social or environmental – is something that can be delivered by the politicians running the show. That is especially the case when some kind of exchange is being promised – more tax for better services.
The challenge is to take what the majority of Australians want and connect that with a government they feel comfortable electing. The alternative is a race to the bottom, with campaigns run on slogans about fear and the status quo, allowing no possibility of reform. That’s not what the nation needs, or what it consistently says it wants outside the ballot box. The task for progressives is to build trust, from the ground up, that what we need and want can actually be delivered by the politics we have.
I remain a defiant optimist. Just one who now recognises the scale of the challenge ahead.
Rebecca Huntley
AUSTRALIA FAIR
Correspondence
Rebecca Huntley was right. The polls can be wrong. But so are many of the federal election hot takes.
Huntley, in her excellent essay Australia Fair, described the Australia many of us know and experience every day. Australia isn’t a backward place, governed by fear. We don’t have an aversion to expertise and science. We do apply a sense of fairness to our communities and people in need of our protection. We are no longer the parochial Australia of the Menzies era, and we are much more progressive than some would have us believe.
Centre for Policy Development research found that significant numbers of Australians – between 30 and 50 per cent, depending on demographic variables – believe that the purpose of Australian democracy is to “ensure that all people are treated fairly and equally, including the most vulnerable in the community.” As Huntley says, social research “taken together gives a consistent and reliable picture of where the majority of Australians sit.” This research shows shared values of a large majority of Australians across party lines for everything from renewable energy, ABC and NDIS funding, child care and housing affordability, education reforms and the Uluru Statement from the Heart. The 2019 federal election result was not a mainstream repudiation of these values; at least in part, it was a reflection of the broad public distrust in political parties and a cynicism about their ability to deliver competently on these issues.
Huntley says that this lack of trust in politicians has damaged social democracy, and we know from Lowy Polls that while 77 per cent of people aged over sixty believe democracy is the best form of governance available, only 49 per cent of young people aged eighteen to twenty-nine agree.
So what do we do when trust in democracy is so low? Huntley says if we are to renew democracy, we can’t just change policies, we must reform the way politicians and parties operate.
Concentrated media ownership, donations that channel large amounts of capital into campaigns that promote the interests of a few – think of the tens of million spent by the mining lobby against the Minerals Resources Rent Tax in 2012, or the $60 million spent by Clive Palmer in the 2019 election – and of course the offer of a nice cushy corporate “government relations” job for pollies upon retirement – all these things need to change now.
But I’d argue that this renewal needs to reach beyond the executive and legislature; it also needs to encompass that oft-forgotten third pillar: the judiciary. Essential Media reports that the High Court is our second-most trusted institution, after the police. Conveniently, it is also our democracy’s in-built accountability mechanism and a pathway to renewing that democracy.
Following the seminal Mabo, Wik and implied freedom of political communication decisions in the 1990s, the High Court and its leaders were subjected to ruthless public attacks by vested interests in the conservative media and those determined to limit the court’s ability to act as a check on government power.
To undermine this ability – and law-driven judgments – the bench was painted as an anti-democratic institution of elites, copying a framing successfully used in the United States. This was an attempt by farming and mining industries and conservative politicians to maintain the status quo, to ensure that their pathways to power through political donations and lobbying remained intact, and to push back on a court that was playing its democratically mandated role to act as a check on the power of government and corporations.
In a lot of ways, this campaign was successful. In what may be an effort to protect themselves from these attacks, Australian superior courts can be – in the words of the distinguished former South African constitutional court justice Albie Sachs – “erudite, but incredibly technical” in their decision-making style. This has played out in recent cases, including the High Court’s refusal to decide whether an Australian lesbian mother had standing to bring a case challenging the marriage equality plebiscite. It continues to play out in the court’s reluctance to hear cases that might lead to the reopening of Al-Kateb (an infamous 2004 decision that has enabled the government to hold vulnerable people in detention indefinitely).
It played out in the refusal – in a world of mass migration and in a country with a long history of immigration – to implement a practical interpretation of Section 44 of the constitution, leading to a suite of resignations and even a by-election that ultimately led to the re-election of Barnaby Joyce, whom the court had deemed to be invalidly elected despite being born in Tamworth and his father, a New Zealander, becoming a naturalised Australian citizen in 1978.
This isn’t our only problem. The unchecked power of money is not only corrupting our politics, but also hindering the ability of citizens to hold government and corporate power to account. Without their ability to use the courts as a check, our democracy is forced to limp along, lopsided. One of the biggest problems for public-interest litigants hoping to hold the powerful to account is the huge financial gamble plaintiffs must take to bring a case. Even with pro bono lawyers, the threat of an adverse costs order that can reach into the many millions is prohibitive. It stops actions before they start but does nothing to inhibit corporations that can claim these costs as a tax deduction.
Usually in Australia, adverse cost orders are decided at the end of cases to cover some of the costs of the winning party – which sounds fair when you’re two construction companies tussling over a development, but not quite so fair when you’re a lesbian mother keen to ask the court on behalf of her community to determine whether a marriage equality plebiscite is legal; or if you’re a group of suburban doctors asking the court to decide whether Border Force gag laws on health professionals working in Manus and Nauru breach the implied freedom of political communication. The results of a loss can be financially catastrophic.
This huge financial burden deters people from bringing public interest cases based on ideas that underpin our concept of Australian social democracy: the fair treatment of the most vulnerable in our community and their equal treatment under the law.
Australia is an outlier here. JusticeConnect estimates that 90 per cent of meritorious cases are not reaching the court because of the burden of adverse costs. While researching the subject on a Churchill Fellowship in 2017, I found that Australia’s system is uniquely punitive in public interest cases, even compared with that of the UK. The fact that citizens can’t bring such cases free from fear of crippling bankruptcy is a procedural quirk of the Australian legal system that must be addressed as a priority. It sounds a bit boring, but it is absolutely vital that we address this financial imbalance in access to the courts. Unless we can renew all three pillars of democracy, we have little hope of creating the lasting renewal that we all crave.
Isabelle Reinecke
AUSTRALIA FAIR
Correspondence
At the heart of Rebecca Huntley’s Australia Fair is the idea that we are a nation of democrats. Our affinity with democracy is much more than the process of voting to elect a government. It is our collective desire for a confident democracy, with government as an active and effective partner, and a fairer society where all Australians can live flourishing lives.
This is a powerful idea in an essay that I felt was spot-on in its claim that “there is an opportunity to renew social democracy, Australian-style.” The Centre for Policy Development’s research, which Huntley cites, discovered an Australian appetite for democratic and policy renewal, along with broad agreement on the direction of travel. We found that Australians believe democracy is a force for fairness and equality and would throw their support behind changes that get government and the economy working better for the community.
The federal election result does not disprove Huntley’s core claim. Elections are about placing trust in a person and a party to respond to the biggest problems and the greatest opportunities of our time. A clear set of ideas and policies can help to build trust. Ideas can also sow distrust and division. The election confirmed that citizens remain profoundly divided on the best path forward for the nation. But I am willing to believe, as Centre for Policy Development research shows, that all Australians share a desire to improve the lives of others and tackle our biggest problems together.
Many conservatives have forgotten the point Robert Menzies made in October 1942, when he said that Australians “disagree among ourselves on almost every conceivable subject, but we are all democrats.” Menzies said our “most grievous error” has been to think “too much of democracy in mechanical terms.” He also said, somewhat ominously, that “if, as a voter, I am concerned only with my own advantage and am indifferent to the cost to others, I am simply corrupt. I am selling my vote for an individual mess of pottage.”
Truth be told, most Australians have equated national politics in Canberra with a thick stew. The pressure-cooker environment of the past decade has produced an enormous gap between what Australians want from their democracy and what it has delivered. More than two-thirds of Australians told CPD that they do not believe their elected representatives serve their interests. Three-quarters believe politics is fixated on short-term gains instead of long-term challenges. They are not sure government will help to look after them, their families and their communities over the long term.
In April, Gabrielle Chan reported for The Guardian on the fury in Farrer, an electorate in country New South Wales stretching along the Murray River from Wentworth to Albury. The source of the fury was water, or the lack of it, in a land beset by drought. Months earlier, the South Australian Murray-Darling Royal Commission had described the “do-nothing” conduct of the senior management and the board of the Murray-Darling Basin Authority in relation to climate change as “negligent” and “unlawful.” Farrer didn’t fall to an independent, as some thought it might, but there was a swing of almost 10 per cent against the sitting member.
I spent six months in Albury in 2017. What struck me was how different the conversation about climate change was on Dean Street in Albury, compared to the rhetoric a few hundred kilometres up the road in Canberra. What the locals in Albury couldn’t stand most of all was being treated like mugs – taken for granted or ignored in the national conversation. Tellingly, it was a road trip from Sydney to Adelaide via Deniliquin, a town near the Murray River, that the Reserve Bank’s deputy governor, Guy Debelle, used to frame his landmark speech about climate change and the economy in March this year. Describing climate change as a “trend” change likely to have “first-order” economic effects, Dr Debelle said:
The transition path poses challenges, but it also presents opportunities. Particular industries and particular communities that are especially exposed to the costs of changes in the climate will face lower costs if there is an early and orderly transition. Others will bear greater costs from the transition to a lower carbon economy. While others still, such as the renewables sector, may benefit from that transition. But unlike the example of trade, it may not be possible for the winners to compensate the losers in a way that leaves no-one worse off.
The election result has not washed away these problems. They will become more acute. The murkiness of the Murray-Darling Basin Authority and water buybacks is one thing. The lack of a coherent national strategy on climate change is another. Bizarrely, compelling evidence in support of constructive policy change does not lead to political action. But inaction like this is not limited to climate change.
Instead of climate change, consider “jobs” as an example. In the 2018 December quarter, the unemployment rate in Albury City was 9.26 per cent, more than double the overall rate in New South Wales. That same month, the report I Want to Work: Employment Services 2020 was released by the then federal minister for jobs, Kelly O’Dwyer. This expert review of jobactive, Australia’s $6.5 billion employment services system, consulted more than 1400 jobseekers, employers, employment services providers and community groups. Its blunt assessment was that Australia “can do better. Much better.” Consultant-to-client ratios were 1:148. Only 4 per cent of Australian employers were using jobactive in 2018 (down from 18 per cent in 2007). The system was failing a large majority of jobseekers who had been on the books for twelve months or more.
Given that outsourced delivery contracts for jobactive were due to expire in 2020, here was a great opportunity to think big, act on expert advice and embrace local solutions that were fit for purpose. To build an employment services program in Albury, for example, that was designed to meet the needs of that community. The response? Apart from two trials, the can was kicked further down the road. Shortly before the federal election was announced, Minister O’Dwyer extended existing jobactive contracts for a further two years, to the middle of 2022. One of 2019’s biggest policy reform opportunities sank with barely a ripple. Providers damned in a national review won contracts for another two years. Our most disadvantaged jobseekers lost out – again. A thick stew indeed.
Huntley’s essay tells us that Australians do not want to do away with democracy. We want to save it. The big question is: how?
Just as Australian democrats value substance over style, so it goes that ideas developed with local communities will matter as much as national reforms to systems and processes. Good democracies are stable. But they are not static. Nostalgia, whether it be for the reform era of the 1980s and ’90s (vale Bob Hawke) or the sanctity of our Anglo-American alliances, will not help Australia to grow and decarbonise our economy, create secure jobs, find our way in Asia, build an education nation, achieve equal rights for women and give substance to the Uluru Statement from the Heart. Blind faith in markets, microeconomics and outsourced services will not elevate the public interest above shareholder interest. Put simply, the “good society” in the twenty-first century does not resemble the “good society” of last century. It is, Huntley writes powerfully, “there for the making.”
What is the point of Australia? Ben Chifley famously described one “great objective – the light on the hill,” which he defined as striving for the betterment of humankind not just in Australia but anywhere we may give a helping hand. Huntley offers another, built on the Australian Settlement, which is to solve big problems. She spruiks the strong social licence to act that governments often gain when Australians are convinced that “something is harmful to the collective good.” She also makes it clear that some of these challenges, not least climate change, will require “the kind of mobilisation of people and communities, assets and resources, governments and infrastructure usually reserved for a world war.”
Too often, attempts to galvanise communities around big challenges are done half-heartedly. As the Harvard University political scientist John Ruggie said on a visit to Australia in April, “If they’re not with you at take-off, they won’t be there when you land.” “Community deals” to boost economic and social inclusion, built from backbone institutions at the local level and based on place-based approaches, are a way forward. They can be used to tackle disadvantage and the inevitable transitioning of coal communities to new industries and opportunities. But they require honesty about the change ahead and genuine agency for affected communities to find hope and aspiration in a frank conversation about their future. We must be able to talk positively about what we hope to start in regional Australia, not simply what we want to stop, and bring everyone along on that journey.
The chance to mobilise Australia around new, bold missions was precisely why the Centre for Policy Development brought Mariana Mazzucato to Australia last year. Mazzucato’s work on public value and the entrepreneurial state doesn’t pit government against business, unions or the community. What it does provide is a framework for us all to agree on missions that we can have a crack at together. Achieving them would engage the long-held ambition Australians have for their democracy as a force for equality and help to satisfy their disposition to put growth on a smarter, more inclusive and more sustainable path.
Travers McLeod
AUSTRALIA FAIR
Correspondence
In Australia Fair, Rebecca Huntley provides an insightful analysis of the mood of the nation, arguing that in many respects Australians already occupy a social-democratic space – one informed by values of fairness and compassion, as well as concern about issues such as climate change. Labor’s positive strategy in its 2019 election campaign suggested that it shared a similar analysis of the public’s support for progressive change. Indeed, if Labor had won, Huntley would have given a far more profound analysis of why than any other commentator.
As it turned out, Huntley provides an analysis that explains a great deal about the Coalition’s strategy. Faced with such a zeitgeist, it is not surprising that the Liberals’ best answer was to try to instil a fear of change, relying on arguments that Labor’s policies would wreck the economy, that ordinary Australians would be crippled by Labor’s higher “taxes,” and that properties would lose their value while rents would rise. The Liberals claimed they were already tackling climate change but in economically responsible ways, while Labor’s policies would destroy jobs and incomes, increase energy costs and even take away the tradie’s ute and the family car. No wonder, too, that the Liberals denied making substantial cuts to health and education and walked away from former treasurer Joe Hockey’s explicit rhetoric attacking citizens’ entitlements. Scott Morrison stated that there would be “a fair go for those who have a go.”
Overall, the Coalition was offering more of the same while Labor was arguing that things could not stay the same – that Australians need an economy and society that are environmentally sound, fairer and more inclusive. Huntley challenged Labor to listen to the nation and gain Australians’ trust. If Labor had won the 2019 election, she argued that an incoming Labor government should have seized the opportunities offered, both keeping its promises and developing an even more ambitious agenda. Labor should have been “bold,” “unapologetic” and “courageous.”
That Labor program was not to be, at least at this election. The Coalition’s framing of the issues, and its related scare campaign, won the day. It was Labor that was construed as unfair to ordinary voters ranging from retirees to home owners. The risks of change were construed as being greater than the risks of sticking with the political status quo. However, it should be noted that future governments, whether Liberal or Labor, are likely to face significant difficulties in managing the winds of change and in keeping the electorate’s trust. Australia’s economy is one that will neither stay the same nor be easy to make fairer. Climate change is only one of many difficult challenges that need to be faced. Australia will also have to negotiate both the Asian Century and technological disruption and, above all, the interactions of the two.
As I explain in my new book, Social Democracy and the Crisis of Equality: Australian Social Democracy in Changing Times, a future Labor government committed to increasing equality would face significant issues. Successive Australian governments have tended to depict the rise of Asian economies largely in positive terms: for example, as opening up amazing new markets for Australian goods and services as the Asian middle class grows. There are indeed major new opportunities; however, there is also increasing competition from goods and services produced in those countries, with implications for Australian jobs and incomes.
Unfortunately, technological disruption is increasing some negative impacts – for example, by facilitating the off-shoring of work in Australia to employees with lower pay and conditions overseas. While offshoring once mainly affected blue-collar workers in manufacturing or white-collar workers in call centres, it now also affects skilled workers in areas such as accounting, graphic design and law. For example, financial services companies are being offered packages in the Philippines or India in which highly skilled workers process financial data for as little as $7 or $12 an hour (and without the employer having to pay costs such as superannuation or payroll tax). In the longer term, Australian workers in areas ranging from mining to service delivery do not just face being replaced by local algorithms and robots – commentators such as Richard Baldwin suggest they could be replaced by lower-paid overseas employees working virtually onshore using telerobotics and telepresence.
Importantly, classic social-democratic measures such as investing in improving skills and training would not be sufficient to deal with such problems, given that Australian workers would not only be competing with highly skilled, and often English-speaking, workers from overseas, but also with ever smarter machines. Labor governments would certainly need to introduce bolder, more courageous and more imaginative policies.
Coalition governments might not be quite so concerned about some of the industrial relations and other equity issues as Labor would be. Indeed, Joe Hockey once argued that Australia could not afford some of its current welfare benefits, given the competition from Asian countries that spent a lower proportion of their GDP on welfare. However, all Australian governments would be concerned about potentially negative impacts on the Australian economy and their flow-on effects.
In the longer-term best case, the underlying zeitgeist Huntley describes may be able to be harnessed to support government measures that address these challenges in ways that do contribute to a fairer Australia. The many benefits of geo-economic change could be made to outweigh the downsides. Australians could even extend their concerns about fairness to the pay and conditions of workers overseas. Hope could triumph over fear. In the worst case, the social-democratic ethos may not withstand the joint pressures of social and economic change. We may see a less generous and more divided nation emerge that has lost faith in the ability of government to support and protect citizens.
The challenges for governments wishing to provide a better future are therefore substantial ones, and likely to become even more so in the coming years. Whether Australian politicians of any political persuasion are up to the task remains to be seen.
Carol Johnson
AUSTRALIA FAIR
Correspondence
Rebecca Huntley’s Australia Fair has two striking virtues. It reminds us of how important the mobilisation of belief is in politics. And it is a tonic for those of us who might think the absence of any productive action on worrying social problems over the past decade represents not only political incompetence but also public indifference. Yet the Coalition’s win in the 2019 federal election raises profound questions about how to reconcile Huntley’s evidence of a persisting public commitment to social democracy and the apparent repudiation of such a program by the electorate.
Huntley sets out to clear the ground, exploring public opinion to show that it is not resistance to reform or withdrawal from democratic engagement that are at issue, but a perception that political institutions and elites are failing to heed the clear opinion of majorities on our signal challenges: climate change, housing, immigration and the treatment of asylum seekers. Underlying this is an argument that, if only the people at large were listened to, the Australian commitment to social democracy – government that intervenes when necessary to ensure services are delivered, fairness and relative equality are sustained and market failure is addressed – would be acted upon.
Hers is an optimistic essay, acknowledging in the closing pages persisting hurdles, but clearly framed both in relation to the strength of opinion on these key issues, and a conviction that the time for a progressive renaissance is at hand – and, she hoped, almost certain to be delivered at the 2019 federal election. She does not oversimplify, recognising that the task can only be undertaken by a Labor government, and noting that though majority opinion is moving in the right direction on climate change, for instance, the public is “only inching” towards realising the scale of the threat it represents. In fact, a Lowy poll published since the essay was released, during the 2019 campaign, registered for the first time that climate change had reached the top of the list of public concerns: had a tipping point been reached? Apparently not, if the recent election outcome is taken into account.
I wanted to believe that Huntley was right, and still hope her essay is widely read. Yet reading it in the midst of the 2019 election campaign – as the polls tightened – prompted me to confront some questions that it begs, to do with how beliefs are mobilised in politics.
The first is this: if one accepts Huntley’s analysis of the progressive zeitgeist, then why is it that the Coalition government was so deaf to public demand? Well, of course it came to power on the back of Tony Abbott’s war on “the great big tax” supposedly represented by emissions trading. It’s not easy to backtrack after that, even as public attitudes move on, so thereafter the Coalition vigorously defended the status quo. It was also undoubtedly influenced by coal industry donations, lobbying and the strategic placement of industry insiders in ministers’ offices, as has been well documented. But more important than all of that was that it was hobbled by wars over belief within the party. Huntley’s focus on public opinion – polls and focus groups – does not sufficiently attend to the beliefs of party insiders and the dynamics among party activists and supporters.
Three research studies are indicative of the problem. Huntley cites CSIRO research that supports her contention about the growing support for government action on climate change. That research also hints at the divergence of conservatives from the mainstream, since it notes that conservative voters are less likely to believe that climate change is caused by human behaviour and less likely to think government should do more to address the issue. An earlier study, in 2012, by Kelly Fielding and others at the University of Queensland, sharpens this differentiation. It shows that among politicians, political party affiliation and ideology have a powerful influence on climate change beliefs, since centre-left and progressive parties exhibit beliefs more consistent with scientific consensus about climate change than non-aligned or conservative leaders, and that motivated social cognition (that is, accepting only information that accords with existing views) is a powerful factor among conservatives. Finally, new research published by Anika Gauja (University of Sydney) and Max Grömping (Heidelberg University) in 2019 demonstrates that there are not only differences between party supporters and the rest of us, but also between party supporters themselves. The stronger party identification becomes, the lower the congruence between the views of supporters and the broader public. Parties now can be conceptualised as a series of concentric circles of increasing engagement but declining representativeness.
This clarifies the Coalition’s predicament over recent years. In an age when the shared commitments that sustained mass parties have evaporated, leaders are relied on to stand in for the party, to speak for what it represents. Their success in doing so is evaluated by constant polling. But as party membership gets ever smaller, and residual true believers increasingly diverge from the mainstream, leaders are trapped. Abbott, arguably, faithfully represented the views of his party’s most intense identifiers, and fatally lost public support. Turnbull instead spoke for what the public wanted – a more progressive program in general, including action on climate change – but each attempt to respond to popular demand provoked insurgency in the party room from those claiming (with some justification) to represent the beliefs of the party base. Has the task of satisfying both public expectations and party demands become impossible?
One might think that this is a problem only for the Coalition parties; that a change of government and the cold reality of Opposition might have forced the Liberals to adapt and to reform the party to recapture a broader, small “l” liberal constituency. That is to assume that the more progressive parties are immune from that dynamic of concentric circles, where party central turns out to be least in tune with the public at large. The research does not support that assumption.
Bill Shorten, as his equivocation during the campaign revealed, had his own difficulties in balancing the demands of some of those workers the ALP represents (in mining areas) with the public demand for climate action. Labor’s lead in the polls tightened as, on one side, Queensland unionists worried about their jobs and, on the other, progressive climate activists rued his inability to go as far as some wanted. And while progressive parties now might be more attuned to the general directions of public opinion, the intense identifiers among them are prone to characteristic mistakes. Among the Greens, for instance, self-righteousness and the conviction that “most people” agree with them, at least on climate change, renders them blind to something Huntley also identifies: the pragmatic temperament of the Australian electorate.
Thus, at a time when the millennium drought had made the public receptive to a climate change message, the sainted Bob Brown refused to accept any pragmatic compromise and helped to spike Labor’s first attempt at legislating emissions reductions in 2009 because it was not “good enough.” It set the stage for a decade of climate wars. And there he was again this year, leading the Adani protest convoy, apparently oblivious that a tactic that plays well in St Kilda is completely counter-productive in Clermont, where, as one resident said, “Up here, coal is our economy. It is … everything!” Yes, Adani must be stopped, but to ride into town with an injunction, yet offer no suggestion for how to manage the transition to an alternative economic future, simply provoked derision: “Those guys have taken time off from their barista jobs and unemployment to drive up here in fuel-guzzling cars. I just think it’s an insult, a slap in the face.” It was a gift to the hard right struggling to hang on in those areas, encouraging some to bet that the egregious George Christensen would hold his marginal seat of Dawson. In the event, the election saw a swing of 11.26 per cent in favour of Christensen, with similar swings in adjoining coal-belt seats.
One other thing niggled away at my wish to share Huntley’s optimism: reliance on what seem to be solid majority trends underestimates the way shifts at the margins can now be manipulated to destabilise “common sense.” We have seen in Donald Trump’s campaign and in Brexit how marginal and diverse minority opinion groups can be influenced through social media into aggregate coalitions of resentment and fear, leaching support away from commonly held views. The hired guns of opinion analysis have become experts at nudging belief to these ends. The Cambridge Analytica scandal was a stark instance. But our homegrown outfits working the same vein are no slouches. Crosby Textor’s role in British elections and the Brexit “leave” campaign was notable, and Scott Morrison mentioned Lynton Crosby as among the “experts” he “listened to” while campaigning. More worryingly, it is clear that the big spending and disruptive tactics of Clive Palmer’s UAP campaign, an overt instance of targeted messaging, were significant in influencing voting preferences to destroy Labor’s chances in Queensland, as Laura Tingle persistently reminded us on election night. He won no seats, not even a seat in the Senate, but note what he gained: leverage over a government that will likely facilitate exploitation of coal reserves in the Galilee Basin in which not only Adani, but Gina Rinehart and Palmer himself hold mining tenements.
Despite mulling over these concerns, I, like most, persisted in believing that the consistency of Labor’s apparent lead would ensure a win for progressives in 2019, but doubted there would be a landslide. It was not to be. And my concern about the disparity between public opinion and party insider belief underestimated the scale of the upset that eventuated. Labor’s dreams were smashed. There will now be many debates about why. The immediate question for Huntley is whether the disjunction between the election outcome (the repudiation of a progressive reform program) and her prior exposition of the Australian penchant for social democracy fatally undermines her argument. My conclusion is: not entirely.
Others will parse this question by looking closely at the differential clustering of opinion by age, geography and demography, to ask whether segmentation manifest in different regional voting patterns can explain how a very close election result can run counter to “national” opinion (as reported by Huntley). For my part, in trying to fathom the wreck of my own hopes, three things seem pertinent. First, one of my early mentors, the late Alan Davies, long ago explained the incoherence and inconsistency of our political outlooks, describing them as like a DIY project where we fashion a response “good enough” to satisfy a particular need, then put that aside until another challenge arises, when we might adopt something different, building up an assemblage of contradictory elements that we can draw on when prompted, but that we never squarely address (see his Skills, Outlooks and Passions, 1980). Different events will then elicit disparate responses (the question of a survey researcher on climate change, versus the task of deciding a vote, for instance). So it becomes possible for an individual to believe that action on climate change is needed, yet to vote for a party that shows little potential for action because a supervening belief (on sound economic management, for instance) is called forth.
Second, Chris Achen and Larry Bartels (Democracy for Realists, 2016) have shown convincingly that voting decisions are driven not by assessments of evidence and policy, but by group identity, emotion and a search for cues from those one regards as “people like us.” Thus, even Liberal supporters, well removed from the inner circles of party activism, closer to mainstream opinion and inclined to support climate action (Huntley notes that 60 per cent of Coalition voters are in this category), once in the voting booth will nevertheless succumb to the emotional pull of party identity and bridle at voting against “people like us.”
Third, one of the pioneers of opinion research, Walter Lippmann, nearly a century ago, warned us to be wary of “the phantom public” in a book of that title (1925). There is, he argued, no “public” out there waiting to be tapped; rather “publics” are created by political mobilisation, triggered by insiders for their own ends. They are emergent rather than stable entities, continually evolving in response to political action and representation. Thus Tony Abbott, always ready with simplifying binaries, articulates the crucial factor in how belief around climate change was mobilised in the 2019 campaign: “Where climate change is a moral issue, we Liberals do it tough. But where climate change is an economic issue the Liberals do well.” The responses Huntley records might well be construed as answers to a normative question: “What should we do?” But the actions of voters on the day can be thought of as an evaluation of economic interests. The Coalition, in successfully mobilising climate action as an economic issue, created a countervailing “public” to that which Huntley and others thought representative of the zeitgeist.
James Walter
AUSTRALIA FAIR
Correspondence
Susan Carland
I felt something strange reading Rebecca Huntley’s Quarterly Essay.
It was such a peculiar sensation to feel while reading about modern Australian politics that initially it confused me. I went back to re-read passages multiple times, trying to translate my disorientation. Was it the arguments provided? The history? The data? No, no and no. The writing was lucid, the narrative engaging, the statistics helpful. So why did I feel unsettled?
At first, I classified this foreign feeling as hope. I could barely remember the last time I felt hopeful when considering Australian politics, but the details of where the majority of Australians sat on numerous topics were a pleasant surprise. Despite what political and media battles imply, Rebecca shows that the majority of Australians supported the original Gonski reforms, more funding for the NDIS and Medicare, and reined-in corporate donations to political parties. Rebecca even showed that the majority of Coalition voters (let alone everyone else) say climate change is caused by humans.
This was deeply encouraging, and for a moment I climbed into a boat of hope that, unexpectedly, also had the majority of my fellow Australians sitting inside it. Most of us wanted similar things for the nation! I was not in the minority! In a democracy, the will of the people prevails, so surely these things will be respected by our political leaders!
But quickly I realised it wasn’t hope that I was experiencing. At least, it wasn’t hope alone. Grafted onto my hope was intense frustration.
The very thing that gave me hope – that the majority of Australians wanted good and helpful things – was the same thing that made me despair. Because these wishes were not being reflected by our politicians. Some issues had been kicked under the couch and ignored by our leaders; others had been completely overruled and the very opposite cause aggressively championed instead. Why are schoolchildren going on massive protests for greater commitments to protecting the environment in a desperate attempt to get politicians’ attention, when these politicians already know this is what most voters want (and these same children are sneeringly dismissed by some politicians while they’re at it)?
It feels embarrassingly naive to be perturbed by this, like mine is a childish, simplistic view of democracy. But at its most fundamental level, democracy is meant to be about reflecting the will of the people. While politicians cannot check in with their constituents before they make each and every decision, and while policy change can be difficult and slow, the sheer number of topics Rebecca lists that have majority support but have been dismissed, ignored, overridden or put in the too-hard pile by our leaders is confronting. Self-preservation alone would suggest that politicians should listen keenly to the majority, so as to best reflect their will – and best keep their jobs. Yet on a litany of diverse issues, they aren’t listening. How has the will of the people been so misrepresented? And, more importantly, why?
We can speculate on the reasons: politicians prioritising internal factions and party-room squabbles ahead of public sentiment is one (the same-sex marriage survey may be the most extreme example of this). Politicians wanting to keep large donors with vested interests onside may be another. Myopic self-protection by politicians who don’t want to be responsible for change that will take longer than a three-year election cycle could be another.
That there is support across party lines over a long list of issues that are not being embraced by our leaders should bother us, but perhaps for more reasons than are first obvious.
The neglect of these concerns, and the self-serving dance between politicians and the media when discussing them, has led many of us to believe we, the majority, are actually the bleeding-heart minority. Consistently seeing politicians argue against tackling climate change, for example, creates a cognitive dissonance within us. If politicians are so reluctant to act on (or in some cases, even believe in) man-made climate change, we tell ourselves, then the only explanation is that this is what a large proportion of the electorate wants. Why else would our leaders act in such a nonsensical way, but to uphold democracy? And so, as Rebecca reports, in our minds we triple the number of Australians who reject climate change, assuming it’s 23 per cent when in reality it’s less than 8 per cent.
This is perhaps the most concerning detail to come out of Rebecca’s essay. Politicians’ behaviour is jarring with our understanding of democracy, so to reconcile that within ourselves, we assume the problem is with other voters – that they must be the ones who reject man-made climate change or don’t want to increase funding to the ABC. We project onto our fellow Australians the beliefs of our politicians. What this misplaced blame does to community cohesion cannot be underestimated. We are living in a time of profound social silos and tribalism, and this is being further entrenched by our politicians’ behaviour. They are creating divisions among voters – for instance, by pitting Adani mine jobs against climate change action. And so instead of turning on the politicians who don’t represent us, we turn on each other.
Tolkien warns, “False hopes are more dangerous than fears.” As I consider the hope I first felt while reading Rebecca’s essay and the systematic account of what the majority of us actually want (as opposed to what politicians imply we want), I wonder if that hope is misplaced and thus dangerous. After the recent election result, that would be an understandable conclusion to draw. But as Rebecca shows, while our belief in institutions, religions and politicians is falling off a cliff of resentment, we still believe in democracy. That belief is something we can have genuine hope in. And if our politicians continue to ignore what so many of us want, perhaps it is they who should be fearful.
Susan Carland
NET LOSS
Response to Correspondence
I am not an optimist about the possibility of self-improvement, or even dramatic personal change, so I regret the extent to which my essay came over as a rebuke: You are spending too much time online! You must change your life!
What I really meant, of course, was: I am spending too much time online. Help!
Help is just the thing an online existence can offer, as Fiona Wright reminds us in her response, my favourite among all these generous and eloquent replies. I loved reading them all, but Wright’s was my favourite. It felt like a just rebuke and it was wonderfully written: “In the hour before midnight we all dance in the front room, loose-limbed and sweaty and silly, and we laugh, hard, at the playlist we’ve all added tracks to. The air feels close and warm and like a heartbeat.”
I found Bri Lee’s description of online connections in the wake of trauma as “a gradual fumbling toward the light, often made easier by connections that might be impossible to forge in real life” utterly convincing. The passage in Briohny Doyle’s response that included “We don’t want to be alone, but we mourn the death of solitude” rang so true. I loved Ashleigh Wilson’s description of the threatened status of daydreaming – “those meandering jumbles of thought that can lead, every now and then, to clarity, and even to art” – and Imre Salusinszky’s evocations of the experience of travel before smartphones: “The isolation was painful, but also bracing.”
Somewhere in my essay I acknowledged the upside of social media, but I consigned it to a single paragraph. Lee is right: I “understated the power of the internet to allow previously disempowered, disconnected people to find each other and share their stories.” So let me state clearly that I don’t think social media is inherently bad. Not at all. It’s the drive to profit from it and the ensuing business model that, to me, looks bad – even disastrous. Part of the reason I wrote Net Loss was simply to join a growing chorus of voices sounding the alarm about these business models. I wanted to urge people to go beyond the naivety that treats social media companies as innocent platforms and insists, “But it’s central to my life and so helpful” – all of which is doubtless true – and to acknowledge instead that this experience, both individualised and collective, is part of an unfolding, society-wide crisis. I do not, as Lee suggests, “consider the internet the enemy.” That would be tilting at windmills. I use the internet every day, I depend on it, and I want, what’s more, almost all the things that Wright, Lee and Doyle value. I value them too.
I am worried, rather, about the companies that harness internet technology in order to profit from it, and the effect this is having on all of us. There is no doubt that these companies provide a compelling user experience. But that experience is also, in many cases, dangerously addictive – and not by accident. It is made to be so. This is affecting our children, who are more or less defenceless against the power of the gadgets we give them. In fact, I believe it is changing the very nature of childhood.
It is also affecting society at large, on a scale we are struggling, I think, to understand – in part because we don’t want to understand. Facebook is the punching bag du jour, but that’s because Facebook, which also owns Instagram, had 2.32 billion monthly active users last year. That’s almost a third of the world’s population. Instagram, meanwhile, has more than 1 billion active monthly users. (And yes, I got these figures from the internet.)
Facebook’s 2.32 billion users place their trust in the company. Its profitability depends on that trust, which Facebook converts into “surveillance, the sharing of user data, and behavioral modification,” in the words of Roger McNamee, an early Facebook investor and the man who introduced Mark Zuckerberg to Sheryl Sandberg. Facebook exploits vulnerabilities in human psychology to manipulate attention, because that’s how it makes money. If it did all this as a neutral platform, which it claims to be, that would present a difficult problem. It would be difficult because Facebook has frequently made itself “neutrally” available to bad actors who weaponise it, amplify prejudice, undermine democracy and incite violence, sometimes – as in Myanmar – on a horrific scale. But the premise is wrong, because Facebook is not even close to being neutral. Facebook starts out, according to McNamee in his book Zucked, “giving users ‘what they want,’ but the algorithms are trained to nudge user attention in directions that Facebook wants. The algorithms choose posts calculated to press emotional buttons because scaring users or pissing them off increases time on site. When users pay attention, Facebook calls it engagement, but the goal is behavior modification that maximizes engagement and therefore makes advertising more valuable.”
Facebook is the fourth most valuable company in America. It has detailed profiles on every one of its users. It is controlled by a young man who, during the company’s period of maximum growth, did not believe in data privacy, who sought only to maximise user growth, engagement time, disclosure and sharing because he knew that his company’s value derived from these things.
The implications are massive. Remember: 2.32 billion active monthly users. “Behavioural modification” on this scale might make us all happier, healthier, more connected. Or it might not. It might instead lead, for instance, to changes in government. The results of the Brexit referendum and the US election triggered analyses showing that Facebook, in McNamee’s words, “conferred advantages to campaign messages based on fear or anger over those based on neutral or positive emotions.”
America is living with the results right now, in the form of a raging, infantile president, a corrupt and inept cabinet, a judicial system that looks set to change American society for decades to come, and a widespread, atavistic assault on science, journalism and truth itself.
This worries me. And since every social media company – not to mention every government with authoritarian leanings on both the left and the right – is learning from Facebook’s business success, I worry that down the track, we will only have to worry more.
But did I write my essay because I care so deeply about social media, its uses and abuses?
Not really. Each to his or her own. My wife is active on Facebook and uses it to keep her relationships with family and friends back in Australia meaningfully alive, whereas I, who have deleted my Facebook account (and never used it for personal purposes anyway), struggle to keep up with friends back home. Dear friends. Why? What’s my problem?
I wrote the essay more, I think, to find ways to talk about an obscure feeling I have, and have always had, of being somehow inside myself – full of thoughts and feelings, some exuberant, some melancholy; some simple, some absurdly elaborate – yet being unable, except in rare moments of consolation or bliss, to connect those feelings with other people.
Unable or (and here’s the strange thing) unwilling. Because often the feeling I have is that I don’t want to share, that what is in my head is too special, too precious to share – and that by inference, perhaps, I am too special and precious. This is a kind of narcissism, to be sure.
But it is also what I meant by inner life. We are all, I think – and to a larger extent than we like to admit – islands. No one is carrying around the same experiences in their heads that I do. No one has anything like the same experiences and feelings as my mother, or my father, who are now in their seventies. When they die, we will talk about how special and irreplaceable they are, how much has been lost. But why not talk about it now? They are both utterly unique – not just their genetic make-up but the things they have experienced, learned and read, the things they have made with their hands, the places they have been, the languages they speak, the patterns of connection inside their brains, the things that have most moved them, their inner lives.
“Only connect!” exhorted E.M. Forster (one of the great describers of inner life). But aren’t missed connections so interesting!
When I was in my early twenties and feeling low, a concerned family member suggested that I do some volunteer work, just to get me out of my own head. It was good advice. I took it. My aunt had a contact at the Children’s Hospital. I went along and for a few days worked on the adolescent ward, where the kids who had eating disorders and were long-term patients were gearing up for a party. My job was to help out – garland the place with paper ribbons and so on – but also (ironically, given my own state of mind) to try to contribute a bit of festive cheer. I knew nothing about eating disorders and didn’t learn much either. But I got to know one of the girls there. She was unwell, bedridden, very thin, but making progress. She had been hospitalised for several months.
The part I remember most vividly is when she had a visitor, who was also a teenage girl. The visitor had been to a Madonna concert the night before, and was coming in to tell her friend about it. She had auburn hair, light freckles and a slight accent I couldn’t place. Until a few days earlier, she had been a long-term patient herself. Through the trial of hospitalisation, the two girls had clearly formed a close, mutually supportive friendship. The visitor had made good progress and been released. Her friend still had a way to go. Their conversation that day was awkward, sweet, hopeful, sincere. They didn’t seem to mind me being there, although perhaps they were just being polite.
The tough part came when it was time for the visitor to leave. Both girls put a brave spin on it, but the farewell was full of sadness, in mutual acknowledgment of a cleaving reality: you are free to go, I have to stay; you got to dance the night away at the Madonna concert, I get a pathetic party in this hospital ward; we formed a life-saving bond; you are now leaving me with this random guy, these nurses, these doctors.
The point of my telling this story? I suppose I am trying to signal that I think I understand Wright’s explanation of the benefits of Facebook, and that I understand that yes, all of this online activity is also inner life – urgently so. Had it existed all those years ago, social media would likely have helped the visitor and her friend, providing practical help for survival, ameliorating their separate struggles by fusing them, as much as possible, into a shared struggle – the very definition not just of community, but of something like love.
But I am also still thinking about the problem of connection and the strange dynamics of being there and not being there. This dynamic, which haunts our online existences, but also our lives more generally, somehow remains at the heart of what I was trying to say.
There is a woman in an Alice Munro story who finds herself at the checkout in a small town’s general store. She presents her unusually big pile of groceries to the woman at the cash register, who says – with a “comradely sort of envy” – “You must’ve brought home company.”
“When I wasn’t expecting it,” confirms the woman, adding (of men): “What a lot of bother they are. Not to mention expense. Look at that bacon. And cream.”
“I could stand a bit of it,” says the shopkeeper.
It’s odd, I know, but the shopkeeper reminds me in some strange way of the girl on the ward listening to her friend’s account of the previous night’s Madonna concert. “I could stand a bit of it,” she seemed to be thinking that day, in her comradely sort of way.
And I felt a similar thing myself while reading Wright’s description of dancing in her living room. One of the most beautiful things I have ever seen was a man and a woman dancing at a party. I would write about it (they were dancing together, sweaty and loose-limbed, for more than an hour, their movements and the thing that was going on between them so intimate and extravagant at the same time, and I, a terrible dancer, like a shameful voyeur, couldn’t look away because it was like looking into a fire: I felt I was looking at life itself) but if I say more I will surely betray that feeling, and anyway, this is not the occasion.
Sebastian Smee
NET LOSS
Correspondence
In Net Loss, Sebastian Smee worries that in the age of the internet the inner self is becoming “harshly illuminated and remorselessly externalised, and at the same time flattened, constricted and quantified.” It is getting harder, he suggests, “to be alone with ourselves.” He says one context in which the beleaguered inner life comes into play is “when we feel ourselves to be in an intensely charged relationship with things, or people, or works of art, that are outside us.”
It seems to me that travel is a paradigmatic example of this context and illustrates what has been gained and lost in the era of the smartphone. I am talking here about what travel means, or meant, for young Australians last century. Remember what going overseas was like before the smartphone and the internet? Remember how cut-off we felt, travelling or studying or working overseas for a year or more? Remember hanging out for the weekly aerogramme from home, or the three-day-old VFL scores in the International Herald Tribune? When you went away in the 1970s, you really went away. The isolation was painful, but also bracing. We not only learnt a good deal about ourselves, but were also forced to engage with the cultures and places we were visiting, and of course with the strangers we met on the road.
Coincidentally, I read Smee’s essay just as I sat down with my family for our annual viewing of the 1987 John Hughes comedy Planes, Trains and Automobiles. In this story of two ill-matched, accidental travelling companions, Neal Page (Steve Martin), a fastidious, upper-middle-class marketing professional, finds himself thrown together with a messy, unfailingly cheerful travelling salesman called Del Griffith (John Candy). Meeting as strangers at La Guardia airport, both men are headed to Chicago for the Thanksgiving holiday. A blizzard, along with other complications too numerous to summarise, sends them on a lengthy detour using the film’s eponymous modes of transportation. At once a road movie and a buddy movie, with two genius comic actors at the top of their form, Planes, Trains and Automobiles is ideal summer holiday fare. But almost nothing in the plot would work if you tried to re-make it today. Neal and Del would never end up spending their first stranded night sharing a double bed in a cheap motel in Wichita, because Neal would have used his smartphone to find somewhere classier to stay and promptly summoned an Uber to get him there (rather than the garish low-rider taxi provided by a friend of Del, who of course has been to Wichita many times). Using various travel apps, Neal would find ways to re-route his trip that didn’t involve, among other improvisations, a ride in the refrigerated trailer of a meat truck. In short, the internet would provide Neal with whatever savvy and local knowledge was necessary to avoid entering into a reluctant partnership with somebody like Del.
Even if two such unlikely companions were forced to spend time together, in this century, Neal would find refuge from Del’s incessant chatter in the online edition of The New Yorker, while Del could seek solace in the arms of YouTube. And, most crucially of all, Neal would be in constant communication with his wife and kids back home in Chicago – via emails, text messages, ironic selfies and voice calls – instead of being limited to issuing them rushed updates whenever he can find a payphone.
For Neal Page, a journey through the regional Midwest, sharing cheap motel rooms with an overweight battler, is also a journey to the limits of his patience and tolerance, especially towards those who do not share his social class and its attitudes. Del Griffith, meanwhile, comes to understand that overbearing bonhomie is not always the ideal approach for making a new friend. Through the experience of being alone, together, away from home, both men change, grow and learn.
Travel, before the internet, was rich with these experiences. It had something to do with our isolation from habitual personal and cultural supports, and the resulting necessity to find new ones. When we remain permanently “connected,” most of this necessity disappears. We cannot be forced outside our comfort zone, because it is there in our smartphone.
The ubiquity of the smartphone, I suggest, marks the tipping point of the process Smee is worried about, in which our capacity for solitude, and whatever we may draw from it, has been disrupted. The internet, Google, email, even social media – none of these advances in information technology would have had their transformative effect if the smartphone had not come along and put them all in our pocket.
It’s more than just the availability of the internet: our smartphones have us all “on call” 24/7. We are available. We can be summoned – out of reverie, out of solitude, even out of companionship. If you take an audit of a random crowd of workers leaving a suburban railway station in the early evening, as I sometimes do as I walk my dog, you will find that the vast majority of them have, in fact, been summoned out of solitude and reflection by their smartphones.
Of course I understand that it is still possible to travel, to explore, to learn and to change: not only possible, but, thanks to the smartphone and the internet, also cheaper and more convenient than ever before. But the character of travel has altered fundamentally, and as a result the inner self rarely finds itself confronted and challenged by personal and cultural isolation. Planes, Trains and Automobiles is barely thirty years old, but the world of travel it portrays is dead and gone.
In the age of Google Maps, our sons and daughters will never comprehend what Bonnie Tyler means when she warbles about being “lost in France in love.” Whether this is actually a net loss is uncertain, given some of the positives, such as being able to carry the entire human archive with us wherever we go. But it is certainly a conversation worth having.
Imre Salusinszky
NET LOSS
Correspondence
Until I read Net Loss, I had not considered the possibility that my inner life was damaged beyond repair. I was holding onto the belief that not clicking on ads made me unfathomable to advertisers, that turning off the notifications on my social media apps rendered me immune to the internet’s deleterious effects. I thought I was safely standing at the edge of the vast ocean of the internet’s subsuming mediocrity, just dipping my toes in, admiring the view. Reading Smee’s essay, I realised I was already drenched in online distractions. I was possibly even drowning (definitely not waving), and it was time to get serious about nurturing my inner life lest it disappear altogether.
Cannily, Smee puts readers like me at ease with his confession that he spends hours on his phone every day. This was kind reassurance that he would not be preaching from some higher place beyond the wifi signal. In an eloquent but never patronising manner, he argues that all this mindless scrolling is insidious, damaging our minds and filling them with detritus, so that we can no longer judge what is important and what is not. We are in danger of spending so much time preening our surfaces – our Instagram-ready light-drenched homes, our aerial shots of nourishing foods, our long-haired children with their wooden toys and organic cotton rompers – for the viewing pleasure of others that there is no room within our minds for what makes us feel truly seen or understood, what snaps and sparks our intellects into the service of joy.
Net Loss touches on the way being a parent or being in a marriage can bump rudely against one’s inner life; how even as these relationships provide a sense of ballast and happiness they are essentially in competition with the self. Reading this, it struck me that the heavy weight of mothering (yes, mothering, not just parenting – don’t @ me), brings an even more consuming threat to a robust inner life than just the perilous distractions of social media – a double whammy, if you will.
The quandary of looking after young children is well known: so much time spent on tasks that require little more than your presence and, consequently, so much time to think about all the intellectually satisfying things you could be doing if you weren’t pulling errant textas out of the subwoofer, coaxing a nipple into a teething mouth or cleaning smooshed banana from the couch. Claudia Dey describes it perfectly in an essay in The Paris Review:
The private actions of the mother’s mind – her scholarship, perversions, miscellany, narcissism – are swamped by the bureaucracy of parenting. A ticker tape hurtles across the mother’s brain listing all of the things she must remember: spoon, bathing suit, milk, booster shot, sign-up, pickup, 3:15. These lists are a form of paying attention, which is a form of love. Love, a wise woman once told me, is how you make the other person feel. Love is how you make your child feel. You accomplish the list. And then the list, indomitable, grows anew.
She speaks the truth. I have just spent twelve months on maternity leave with my second child and among the antics, the terror of the growing list and a lack of adult conversation, I often found myself reaching for my phone, desperate for a signal from the outside. Or even better, a “like” of one of my social media posts, carefully constructed to prove that I was still a functioning part of the world “out there,” which now seemed so distant.
Increasingly I realised that these distracted dips into the online world were making me feel listless – sometimes even useless, jealous, pathetic or sad – rather than invigorated. My hyper-awareness of all the voices in the online world was making my own world harder to be in. My daughters had laid claim to most of my time – I needed to ensure social media did not devour every remaining moment of the day, leaving me with nothing. So I stepped back. I stopped checking Twitter, I logged out of Facebook, and I looked up from the screen. Smee’s essay came at just the right time to help me articulate why this was necessary.
I had believed everyone who told me that becoming a mother was going to be the end of my inner life. That changing priorities and the subsuming love would overpower any personal direction or desire. I knew I would no longer have time for the reading or writing that were integral to my sense of self; I was resigned to being reduced to the algorithm of first-time mother, even as I raged against it. Every time I opened my browser, there were ads for baby paraphernalia and links to articles about mothers: women who existed only in the service of their offspring. I couldn’t see myself in them, but who else could I possibly be?
So I was genuinely surprised to find that when I had recovered from the bloody cleaving and splitting of my body, I was still very much the same person I had always been. I still wanted to read the same books, see the same theatre and start piecing together a new novel. It was the logistics that had changed rather than the desire – and need – for the activities themselves. I now write in small moments of snatched time or larger ones negotiated with my husband (also a writer). I try to avoid the time-suck of social media and make efforts not to search out reviews of every movie I’ve seen or book I’ve read, opinion pieces on what to be outraged by or where to direct my scorn. It’s not easy; I’d become used to the piecemeal energy that the clamour of online distractions offered. Instead, I try to make enough room for my own voice, even if only within my own head, because otherwise I am shouting to be heard: at myself; at my children; at the void.
It is hard to put time aside to nurture my inner life, because it seems like an indulgence. By way of demonstration, Smee’s essay refutes this, making the statement that consuming and creating art are important. His references to various artworks and how they make him feel and think attest to the worth of their creation and his taking the time to understand them. This is what I needed to hear. I write because it engages my mind, allows me to express things I must and gives me the opportunity to think on the page. Writing is an imperfect rendering of my inner life and indispensable to holding together my sense of self. The word “hobby” has always seemed too light, too diminutive for the pleasure and purpose that such activities bring, but I have begun to see that it is through my “hobbies” that my sense of self expands in a way that the reductive online world discourages.
Busier now, I cannot go to a gallery or read long texts without taking myself away from my children, even when in their presence. This is hard: not to resent the hours lost to playgrounds and swimming pools. So, in order not to isolate myself, I turn to my daughters to do some of the heavy lifting – I observe them being in the world and creating their own selves just as I might observe actors in a play, or an artist rendering emotions in paint. Smee’s description of video artists Trecartin and Fitch is eerily and hilariously reminiscent of toddlers, who also demonstrate “what the human personality looks like when there is no inner life, when everything is externalised.”
As the inner life of my three-year-old daughter forms, it bursts out of her constantly, her body and face expressing what she will one day learn to restrain. Watching her learn to “perform” her self, and to start hiding away some of her feelings, I realise that my inner life – this thing I cultivate in time away from my children – while so essential to my own being, will always remain obscure and unknowable to them. As it should. However, when Smee writes about the panic induced by the realisation of our aloneness, and that death will one day take with us whatever we regard as a soul or self, I wonder: am I guarding my inner life too fiercely? Recording an online version of oneself is a valiant attempt to share – to be seen and heard, to be a part of something. But it is damagingly reductive. Algorithms don’t allow for the ambivalence, the nuance, the multiple truths. I want my daughters to grow up and accept the mess of life, not just cleaned-up data and identities shorn of subtlety and ambiguity.
So perhaps – in real life – I need to attempt to make the line between the inner and outer self more permeable. Sharing some parts of my inner life with those I am close to will give me less reason to seek the voices and validation of the online world. It may also strengthen and magnify my inner life – or at the very least, keep it visible to me.
Melanie Joosten
NET LOSS
Correspondence
Last April, when Mark Zuckerberg visited Washington to testify before the US Congress, he looked penitent but prepared. Zuckerberg had come to take responsibility for Facebook and explain how the personal data of its users would be better protected. He performed well enough, though there wasn’t a lot he could say to stop public opinion turning against him. It was turning against his peers, too. The world’s technology giants have been looking anything but benign recently, which is why the executives who run them have gone on the defensive as never before.
At the same time, a collective recalibration has been underway about the devices attached so intimately to our lives. Like poker machines adorned with hotlines for problem gambling, these products now come with health warnings.
If digital devices are harmful – psychologically, physically – the consequences may not be clear for years. This seems especially the case when we consider the interior spaces that Sebastian Smee explores in his elegant, disturbing essay. Who knows: by the time these maladies have been diagnosed, it might be too late.
But as I read his essay, following a trajectory that roamed from Instagram and Twitter to Francis Bacon and Chekhov – pausing every ten pages or so to check my phone, occasionally scrolling past social media posts from Sebastian himself – I found myself thinking about a related issue: the gradual disappearance of downtime. For the first time in human history, we have the capacity to fill every waking moment of our lives. Is it possible, though, that we’re giving up something along the way? Perhaps there’s a cost to creativity when we no longer allow our minds to float.
Those health warnings give us reason to pause. In 2018, Apple released an updated operating system that included Screen Time, a feature that tracks how long we spent on our devices. (It also has an option to “schedule time away from the screen.”) Is Screen Time meant to make us feel empowered? For me, those notifications prompt a very different emotion: shame. It’s difficult to justify a daily average of 2 hours 53 minutes, as my recent update tells me, even if I tell myself that repeated visits to Instagram, Twitter, Gmail and Chess.com are essential to my day. But I suspect there’s another reason for the shame. It’s a niggling feeling, a distant sense that something is slipping away. Perhaps it has to do with losing touch of the messy details that make our worlds so colourful and unknowable, the “gritty precipitate,” as Sebastian puts it, of our lives.
Last year, Google announced its own suggestions for “digital wellbeing.” This was one of its tips: “Schedule custom breathers as often as you want, pausing what you’re currently watching and encouraging you to step away.”
The problem, though, goes deeper. It’s one thing to circumscribe your social media use during work hours or stop answering emails from bed, but it’s something else entirely to allow ourselves those brief spaces between all this activity when once we would drift, lost in our thoughts.
Look around: passengers on a bus, lost in their phones; office workers colliding on the street; customers in a lunch queue, head down, scrolling.
I don’t mean to be judgmental: I do this too. But not so long ago, we filled these gaps in our lives – commuting, waiting for a lunch, long drives, walking – with our thoughts. Now the gaps are closing, and I fear we’re losing our ability to sit and think. To let our minds wander. To daydream.
This is not an argument for meditation, where the goal is a state of mindlessness, or an internal stillness. I’m referring to those meandering jumbles of thought that can lead, every now and then, to clarity, and even to art.
Many years ago, I used to complain during long drives through the Queensland bush, and my late grandmother always responded the same way. “Only boring people get bored,” she said, and I rolled my eyes every time.
(By the way, I should come clean about my Screen Time update. My recent average was 3 hours 20 minutes, half an hour more than the number I quoted earlier. Yes, I downplayed my average.)
There’s a passage in Shell, the 2018 novel by Kristina Olsson, in which a Swedish glass artist is on a ferry heading towards the Sydney Opera House, still under construction. He’s baffled by the indifference of the other passengers: “To him, even now, the Opera House rose up like an idea as the ferry approached the quay, something he’d dreamed and was slowly remembering. He didn’t want to lose that sense of the place, wanted never to feel it as so familiar that he would sit on a ferry and look away.”
Nick Cave, the songwriter, reflected recently about the way great trauma can rob an artist of his or her “sense of wonder.” He was answering questions from fans on his website, and on another page he responded to a question about creativity. “Ideas are everywhere and forever available,” he wrote, “provided you are prepared to accept them.”
This brings to mind a lecture I attended two decades ago at Sydney University. I wish I could recall the lecturer’s name, but he was talking about Emily Dickinson, specifically her hummingbird poem:
A Route of Evanescence,
With a revolving Wheel –
A Resonance of Emerald
A Rush of Cochineal –
And every Blossom on the Bush
Adjusts its tumbled Head –
The Mail from Tunis – probably,
An easy Morning’s Ride –
I remember him luxuriating in the wonder of these words, encouraging us to see the poet dreaming about the whirl of colour and movement. Dickinson was writing a long time before the Wright brothers began their experiments in the sky, and this, I think, was my lecturer’s point. He was telling us about the power of imagination. Before we can create an object, we need to imagine it. And how better to imagine flight than by reflecting on the majesty of the hummingbird and then to wonder what it would take to harness such power, to travel on the wind, to send messages from the most exotic parts of the globe in the time it takes for an easy morning ride.
Ashleigh Wilson
NET LOSS
Correspondence
To say upfront what needs to be said: I am a millennial. I am a millennial, and this response will probably seem solipsistic, and it will be fragmentary. It’s not that I can’t help it. It’s not my attention span, my inherent narcissism. I’m just making a point.
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I went to a party on New Year’s Eve, a fairly small party, at my friend Theo’s house. Early on, I started chatting to some people hanging about in the kitchen, near the chips, near the cheese; I asked them how they know Theo and one said, oh, I know him from Twitter. Yeah, me too, said another.
I know Theo as a friend-of-a-friend, and I found out later that the friend who introduced us also met him on Twitter. And he was new to Sydney, he adds, so we went out for a drink.
In the hour before midnight we all dance in the front room, loose-limbed and sweaty and silly, and we laugh, hard, at the playlist we’ve all added tracks to. The air feels close and warm and like a heartbeat.
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On Facebook, I have a group of men and women whom I met in hospital, as well as men and women I haven’t met who’ve been admitted there since. We ask each other for advice, for recommendations of dietitians and psychologists, we share frustrations and small triumphs and those niggling awful thoughts that only people who know this illness understand. It’s these people I go to when I can’t stop thinking that I should stop taking my meds because I’ve decided they’re making me hungry. It’s these people I go to when I fit back into my older, larger swimsuit, and feel triumphant and terribly sad, both at once. And yes, we share photos of food – but here they mean something powerful, something exultant, something extraordinary.
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On Instagram, my artist friend is cutting up old canvases to stitch them into something new. Another is hanging her show in Dubbo and her beautifully detailed miniatures look like the scales of a giant sea-creature, silvery and somehow fluid, there on the wall. My friend, a burlesque dancer, posts photos from the class she teaches, a line of women, all shapes and sizes, laughing and shimmying. A photographer, some glossy stills from a recent shoot, low-lit landscapes, eerie and plangent. None of these I would ever, otherwise, have seen.
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On Facebook, I have a group of writers who share job opportunities, and competitions, and calls for pitches and submissions, who share book and research recommendations, warnings about dodgy clients, advice about pay rates, commiserations over rejections. One writer is working on a PhD proposal, so I send her mine to use as a model. Another isn’t sure if the word he’s using is a regionalism, and within an hour has responses from all across the country, confirming or denying that it’s used there. I need access to a university library, and someone loans me their credentials. We’re freelancers. We have no job security, no company resources, no employers. But we do have each other, and this feels important.
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On Instagram, I follow an account where women – it doesn’t explicitly say they’re women, but they so obviously are – post screenshots of the awful or disgusting or just generally creepy messages that men on Tinder send them (the sender’s name always obscured), and this feels revolutionary.
On Instagram, I follow an account where a woman, an ordinary-looking, unmade-up woman, takes photos of herself beaming and holding junk food – a Heineken beer she calls “green juice,” three broken-open crème eggs labelled as a “protein breakfast,” a Bounty chocolate bar captioned “coconut and cacao bite” and this feels revolutionary.
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Through Facebook, a woman in the States has organised both the funds to pay a migrant woman’s bail and a convoy of volunteer drivers to take her across the breadth of that country to where her children had been taken after they were separated at the border by migration officials. So many people offered money, offered help, that she has since arranged to do this for many more women, to provide them with legal aid, assistance with housing, amenities, clothes.
On Twitter, I read about a woman raising money to pay the fines of impoverished Indigenous women mandatorily imprisoned in Western Australia for being unable to make those payments themselves. Five thousand people donate in four days. Thirty women are set free in the same time. This isn’t clicktivism. This is defiance.
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On Instagram, a poet friend takes photos of her semi-industrial suburb – concrete driveways, wire fences, bougainvillea gone rampantly wild – and is using them to write a new collection. On Instagram, a novelist friend takes photos of details of suburban houses – art nouveau friezes, dichromatic brickwork, porticos and pebbledash letterboxes – and uses these to write his debut. On Instagram, a writer friend takes photos of old-fashioned and outmoded Sydney buildings – a dusty milk bar on Parramatta Road, a mushroom-shaped reservoir towering above Petersham, a roller-skating rink, a civic centre – and maps these in her work. These books are smart and literary, thoughtful and odd, and full of joy and longing.
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On Twitter, last year, I started following people writing about chronic illness and disability, and I read and I read: their posts, their links, their articles. On Facebook, I joined a group of writers with chronic illness and disability, and I read, and I learned. I would not have been able to come to terms with my own illness, to think of and accept it as disability, without this, not at all; and this is a revelation.
And all of this is inner life.
Fiona Wright
NET LOSS
Correspondence
Sebastian Smee has written a wonderfully rich and complex essay. It’s hard to engage with it in a short response. That’s not his fault. We are, he says, becoming estranged from concepts we need as we try to understand ourselves. In part, he thinks, along with Zadie Smith, that’s because we have been shameless accomplices to the ways Facebook and other social media have undermined the conditions for their application. Those concepts defined what he fears is now “an exhausted and tattered humanism.” They enabled us to explore, in ways that went deep, our inner life and who we are. Now, he believes, we have acquiesced in the diminishment of both in ways that serve the financial interests of social media and those who benefit from its unprincipled data-sharing. If he’s right, then we don’t know whether we are lost in a new conceptual landscape, looking back nostalgically at the one in which we grew up but to which we cannot return, or are still in the old one, also lost, because so much of it is in tatters.
Other forces play their part in eroding the conceptual ground from under us. Many people speak now of post- and trans-humanism. They tell us that the ethically inflected ways in which we speak of humanity (“Be a human being for once in your life,” “Treat me like a human being,” “He’s a human being, not a monster,” for example) are suspect and mislead us about what carries the ethical load. It’s not humanity, they say, it’s the concept of a person, or even more abstractly and therefore potentially more universally, the concept of a rational agent. We are reminded to speak of human beings and other animals rather than of human beings and animals. We are invited to welcome the future in which we join in full ethical companionship with robots. Instead of wondering nervously when robots will become like us, we should ask when we will become like them – when, for example, will we be able to replace damaged limbs and body tissue, including brain tissue, with whatever we make robots out of? Who does not hope for the day when a brain-damaged person will be able to recover fully with manufactured brain matter?
“Matter” is the operative concept rather than “flesh and blood,” with all the resonances that has had for us (“You’re my own flesh and blood” doesn’t mean, though of course it doesn’t deny, that you’re a biological relative of the same animal species). Smee refers to a friend who said to him, “We are all just basically algorithms.” It’s hard to know what that means other than being a gesture towards the kind of materialism that looks upon our embodiment as inessential to whatever ethical and other attributes we need to treat some robots as our friends, fully our moral equals. Smee says he is also materialist, which doesn’t seem to come to much more than denying that we possess immaterial souls or minds, but he is ambivalent towards what his friend said. He says it bores him, even when he thinks only a little about it (a short paragraph in the essay), and with deflationary irony he reports that he doesn’t feel like an algorithm. Nonetheless, anxiety about and resistance to the reductionist implication of his friend’s remark keep resurfacing in the essay. He asks, “Is the resistance I feel [to thinking of himself as an algorithm] an old, sentimental and deluded way of seeing things … That old idea of ‘nature,’ those paintings.” But when you read his wonderful description of the faces of the teacher and her pupil in Chardin’s painting, it’s hard to believe he is uncertain about how important it is that we are beings with faces to look into. “Does a bird have a face?” a philosopher used to ask students who were being interviewed for places in a philosophy department. It was a good question. The human body, Wittgenstein said, is the best picture of the human soul. He wasn’t referring to an immaterial substance, no more than we are when we speak of soul-destroying work.
Who belongs to the “we” to which he and I refer? It doesn’t express an empirical generalisation: it’s an invitation. Smee makes that explicit: “Every day I spend hours on my phone. We are all doing it, aren’t we?”
He cites no empirical studies, though there are plenty, many of them depressing. I don’t think that’s a failing. Nothing important that he says is vulnerable to empirical refutation, not because he is thoroughly on top of the empirical studies, but because his is a reflection in a different cognitive realm. The task he has set himself is conceptual, though not as it was for philosophers in the heyday of conceptual analysis (and now for that matter). For philosophers (for the most part) and empirical psychologists (for the most part), art is extrinsic to the cognitive character of what they do. They sometimes find it helpful, providing examples (usually ethical) to the former and hypotheses to the latter. But when one reads Smee’s discussions of Chekhov, Roth, Bellow, DeLillo, Munro, Chardin and Cézanne, all of them a joy, it becomes evident that they (the artists and the kind of discussion he offers of them) are essential to the kind of understanding he seeks. Smee writes beautifully. He writes English “at full stretch,” to take an expression from the philosopher Cora Diamond. In that kind of writing, style and content are inseparable. It’s writing that can be seductive, and can move us to consent to things we realise later, after reflection, that we shouldn’t have consented to, perhaps because our ear for tone or for what rings false is undeveloped, or perhaps because we were sentimental, as he fears he may be when he reflects on how he thought of nature. The need to overcome such failings defines and disciplines a distinctive sensibility. To render oneself answerable to it is to be engaged in one kind of “trying to see things as they are.”
That’s not how Ryan Trecartin and Lissie Fitch see things. I agree with Smee that they are brilliant filmmakers, but I could not find my feet with them (another metaphor from the humanism that tells us we have to find solid ground if we are to have any hope of being critically sober). In the comment thread of I-Be Area, someone wrote, “This is the best thing I’ve never understood.” I found that interesting: the person who wrote it might let the work flow slowly and subconsciously in his mind, allowing it to resurface now and then. Eventually – it could take years – he might say, “Now I understand,” which, of course, might not be true. That’s how it is with much of our thinking about life. Sometimes, when we do not understand everything that others say at the time they say it, we trust what they say enough to allow it to enter our lives, to find, in its own time, ways to engage with what we already know and with our capacities – emotional, intellectual and spiritual – for understanding. A number of times in his essay, Smee reminds us that we often learn most deeply when we are moved by what people say or do, in life or in art.
When I was a student, a teacher, Martin Winkler, said something to me that shook me, to the core it turned out. I was defending a friend who expressed a prissy, condescending conception of social responsibility, disdainful of what he called the “mass hysteria” of kids at a Beatles concerts in the 1960s. Winkler detested what I was defending. He listened for a long time. Just past midnight, he placed his hands on the table, leant forward, holding me fast in a look I could not avoid, and said, “Gaita. Do you know what the core of responsibility is? It is responsiveness to the needs of another in a lived encounter.” (I’m quoting from memory.) I didn’t understand what he meant, but was profoundly moved. He said I should read Martin Buber’s I and Thou. I didn’t understand that either. Almost thirty years later I dedicated my first book to Winkler. I could have subtitled it, “Responsiveness to need.” I’m still grateful for his loving severity.
Winkler probably knew I didn’t understand, but he trusted that one day I might. To do that, he had to trust that I wasn’t seduced by his charismatic personality, powerfully expressed in his dramatic demeanour that evening. He cared for me and wanted me to learn to think for myself. He called me, as I have put it elsewhere, to “an individuating responsiveness,” to be wholly alive and alert, to answer and, later, to reflect critically on what he told me, allowing it to be informed by and to inform experiences that were my history and had made me who I was. That presupposes a collectedness in the present moment and over time that is not consistent with experimenting with multiple selves.
Smee quotes Mark Trade in the Trecartin and Fitch film that carries his name, saying, “The human era went like that, like a sweatshirt on a camp fire.” Later Smee says, “Other truths emerge from these films like bats in the night.” They speak, he says, to a sense that many people, especially teenagers, have that “no one is listening.” Then he goes on to say that “the film proposes that no one need listen.” If that were true, then Mark Trade would be right. Does that sound like a new idea of humanity, one that transcends all ethically defining ways of speaking of our humanity, as post-humanists claim theirs does? Or does it sound like old-fashioned dehumanisation?
In a fine essay called “Human Personality,” Simone Weil asks, “What is sacred in every human being?” She rejects a number of suggestions and says:
At the bottom of the heart of every human being, from earliest infancy until the tomb, there is something that goes on indomitably expecting, in the teeth of all experience of crimes committed, suffered and witnessed, that good and not evil will be done to him. It is this above all that is sacred in every human being … Every time there arises from the depths of a human heart the childish cry, “Why am I being hurt?” then there is certainly injustice. Many people do not hear it. For it is a silent cry that sounds only in the secret heart.
Later in the same essay, she says of those who “have suffered too many blows” that “the place in the heart from which the infliction of evil evokes a cry of surprise may seem dead. But it is never quite dead; it is simply unable to cry out anymore. It has sunk into a state of dumb and ceaseless lamentation.” That is hard-headed, truthful description of how it is for many asylum seekers and others who suffer severe and degrading affliction because we have found no need, or decided not, to listen.
Smee quotes Galen Strawson summarising Iris Murdoch’s argument in her Metaphysics as a Guide to Morals:
We are limited, imperfect, unfinished and full of blankness and jumble … We are divided creatures, distracted creatures, extended, layered, pulled apart, our minds are like ragbags … We cannot see things as they are.
Maybe we human beings are mostly a mess. After Freud, we can hardly think that is not true to a considerable degree. But Murdoch did not believe that we have lost the concepts that enable us to see the mess as a mess and to aspire to something better, even if often we don’t have the desire to. Though she believed we are incorrigibly resistant to seeing things as they are, she did not think that there is no such thing as seeing things as they are rather than as they appear from the many false perspectives into which we are seduced or bullied by the “fat relentless ego.” But, of course, what it is to see things as they are will be different for different domains of inquiry and reflection. In physics, it is one kind of thing. In literature, it is another. To see the reality of another person, she says, is a work of love, justice and pity. Obviously, reality is an ethically loaded term for her. So it is for Smee when he speaks of moments when reality becomes “really real” for us.
Often we ask ourselves, “Who am I really?” Or, “What would people think if they knew me as I really am, if they knew some things I think, feel and desire?” Or, “Do I really love this person, or is my passion one of love’s many counterfeits?” On such occasions, we know more or less how to go on thinking further about these questions, how to sharpen them and how to look for answers, perhaps alone or in conversation with someone close to us. But whether we are doing it well or badly, we don’t come to a point where we think we have to ask “What is the self?” in order to go further. If we do, we will not get further. The questions we ask on such occasions, what we do to try to understand what we are asking and what would count as an answer – all that gives sense to our talk of “the self,” “selfhood,” the “true self,” and so on. To put the point in a way that engages more explicitly with Smee’s essay: it is the elaborations of the forms of our inner life and the questions they pose that give sense to talk of “the self,” rather than the other way about. There is no object that is the self; no thing with properties whose discovery could provide answers to any deep questions about ourselves and our relationships to others.
We are elusive to ourselves for different kinds of reasons. There are almost infinitely many ways we lovingly give ourselves up as victims to the fat relentless ego. At other times, it is because we do not fully understand the concepts that inform our most important beliefs and commitments, because they go deep in our tradition, whose influence on us is far from transparent. How many people, for example, realise the role that Kant has played in their belief that people possess inalienable dignity, or the role the Socratic idea that it’s better to suffer evil than to do it plays in their suspicion that morality and politics are at critical times irreconcilably in conflict? Then, the question “Who am I?” has a different point, prompted by intimations that our beliefs may be informed by concepts richer or poorer than we presently know. When it turns out to be richer, we are grateful. When we realise that it’s poorer, we may come to see that concepts to which we appeal can no longer have, or have only a muffled, speaking voice in our life with language. I often hear discussions of academic freedom that presuppose a concept of the university that has been defunct for many years. On this, as Smee says of concepts he fears we have lost, there appears to be no going back.
But there is also something different and deeper at issue in his discussion of the elusiveness of the self, although “elusive” is probably not the word with which to try to capture it. It is the wonder – I’d say mystery if I didn’t fear to be misunderstood – of what it is to be a human being. Pablo Casals wrote in his autobiography that every morning for eighty years he went to the piano and played two preludes and fugues of Bach. He said it was “a sort of benediction on the house” – “a rediscovery of the world of which I have the joy of being a part.” It filled him “with a feeling of the incredible marvel of being a human being … I do not think that a day has passed in my life in which I have failed to look with fresh amazement at the miracle of nature.”
Few things I know are written more wonderfully in the key of gratitude. Casals’ love of the world strikes me as the expression of a humanism that Smee would like to celebrate (and actually does). I don’t believe our culture is dead to it. Certainly young people in their late teens whom I teach are not, though they are all on their smartphones when I walk into the lecture theatre. Nourished by Bach (though not only by him), Casals speaks of “the miracle of nature” as Smee would like to speak of nature enriched for him by his love of paintings. He is more anxious than he needs to be. He has written his humanism into a language he has helped to flourish rather than struggle to remain alive.
Despite the talk of post- and trans-humanism, people speak more often now than even ten years ago, I think, of humanity in ethically inflected ways. Certainly one hears people speak more often of our need to recognise the full humanity of all the peoples of the earth. Even the expression “Be a human being for once in your life,” spoken as a rebuke or a plea, suggests that our humanity is something we are called upon to rise to, that it is not something given once and for all, as species membership is, nor can some of us finish the task of becoming human by the time we are, say, fifty. The call to rise to our humanity would not cease if we lived a thousand years.
There is more than one form of love of the world that is important to Smee’s essay. To illustrate what it is, I’ll finish by quoting Hannah Arendt. She also helps me to place the significance of the extraordinary last lines of Smee’s essay. He quotes Chekov:
“All that I now write,” he continued, “displeases and bores me, but what sits in my head interests, excites and moves me.” Chekov was talking, of course, of his inner life. And in these simple, unforced statements, he showed how dearly he wanted to protect it.
Now Arendt. The quote is from “On Humanity in Dark Times,” published in her book Men in Dark Times:
[The] world is not humane just because it is made by human beings, and it does not become so just because the human voice sounds in it, but only when it has become the object of human discourse. However much we are affected by things of the world, however deeply they may stir and stimulate us, they become human for us only when we can discuss them with our fellows. Whatever cannot become the object of discourse – the truly sublime, the truly horrible or the uncanny – may find a human voice through which to sound into the world, but it is not exactly human. We humanise what is going on in the world in ourselves only by speaking of it, and in the course of speaking of it we learn to be human.
Raimond Gaita
NET LOSS
Correspondence
Sebastian Smee doesn’t feel like an algorithm. He feels more like a character in one of Chekhov’s short stories, or a quality of attention in a painting by Cézanne, or even, at moments of digital overload, like the electric hum that passes between the unhinged and sinister occupants of Ryan Trecartin and Lizzie Fitch’s surreal post-internet art-films. As corporate entities vie for our attention and collapse human existence into data, Smee accesses his inner life via these works of art. Inner life is hard to pin down, though. It’s to do with meaning, Smee asserts. It is imaginative, quiet and particular. It’s not about production, though it can be creative. It’s an undervalued part of our identities right now, as we scramble to broadcast our “selves” out into the white noise of culture. Critically, Smee demonstrates that inner life can be framed as a space of refuge and even resistance in late capitalism.
I’m sceptical of claims to authenticity – intimations of a real you behind the stage-lit scrim – but Smee’s melancholy over neglected inner life suggests he thinks this realm is muscular, requiring discipline to strengthen rather than existing a priori in the manner of a Catholic soul. I can certainly get behind this and I suspect the higher-ups at Facebook and Twitter would too. They want us to work this muscle in a particular way. They are helping us to train. How long was Facebook in action before we started thinking in status updates? What impact does trimming our ideas and opinions to 140 characters have on their content and scope? Ruminating on art and literature seems like a sensible strategy to counter this training. But although developing our inner life seems unambiguously worthwhile, I don’t hold with Smee’s hope that it will protect us from corporate incursions into our privacy. Inner life is not hermetically sealed. It’s a catchment into which the flows of everyday life swirl and bubble. This produces a particularly heady mix at present, but hasn’t it always, at least to some extent?
If art communicates the richness of human experience, the diaries and notebooks of artists show lives simultaneously riddled with anxiety and superficiality, even before the internet. On a Friday morning in June 1938, before sitting down to work on The Grapes of Wrath, John Steinbeck wrote in his journal, “I had wanted to hear some music but the washing machine is going and I’ll have a fairly hard time. I would do it tonight but I must go to the dentist and my jaws will be battered. My whole nervous system is battered. Don’t know why. I hope I am not heading for a nervous breakdown.” The next day, he begins an entry with “My traffic fine was $2.50. Thought it might be twenty-five. But now to work.”
Susan Sontag, who helped us read the dangerous metaphors of the twentieth century, had other things on her mind too. In 1960, she realised how bad her posture was: “It’s not that my shoulders and back are round but that my head is thrust forward,” and four years later, a list of her faults includes a special note: “NB: My ostentatious appetite – real need – to eat exotic and ‘disgusting’ foods.”
Tennessee Williams, a playwright whose characters are often destroyed by a violent dissonance between their inner lives and the social structures they’re embedded in, kept obsessive notebooks full of tweet-worthy confessions. “I have a periodically painful tooth that worries me,” he wrote in 1936. “It is surprising that all of us don’t go mad in this world.”
For every hour Cézanne and Chekhov spent pondering nature and human interaction, and every hour we have been enriched in turn, there have been billions collectively whiled away in worry, distraction, ambition, pettiness, hypochondria, narcissism, lust over a maiden’s ankles, or coveting the neighbour’s goat. Is the internet making this worse? Certainly. The internet is sculpted in the image of present-day capitalism. Today, many of us have more time for leisure, but we feel more pressured to produce, consume and perfect. In the future, we may feel less pressured but will also likely have less time and energy, due to the realities of surviving in new climates, both political and environmental.
I was reminded, while reading Smee’s essay, of the Spike Jonze film Her, in which lonely, perpetually networked characters in a not-so-distant future convene and even fall in love with artificial intelligences. For protagonist Theodore (who works appropriating the emotional lives of others by writing their love letters), the emergence of Sam, his AI “girlfriend,” inspires him to relate to the world in profound new ways. In the end, though, the film reveals that human consciousness is too limited to access the infinite possibilities of existence, and Sam leaves to hang out with some more open-minded entities. Poor humans, we can only think one thought at a time, are limited in our communication by language, and are utterly unable to see beyond our selves. It is our tragedy and also our gift, as these limitations provide the conditions for art, and for love.
Writing about digital technologies tends to reproduce a ubiquitous contemporary conflict. We benefit from the internet, can see possibilities for further benefit, while also encountering negative effects. We are reluctant to unplug, even if this means disconnection from other, more meaningful aspects of life. Smee doesn’t want to be a snob proclaiming high and low forms of experience, yet he can’t help it and neither can we. We don’t want to be nostalgic, but we ache for the imagined simplicity of lost worlds. We don’t want to be alone, but we mourn the death of solitude. We grapple, we are conflicted, and then, sometimes mercifully, we are distracted.
Briohny Doyle
NET LOSS
Correspondence
I suspect I am not alone in feeling confronted by Sebastian Smee’s essay. If I’m honest, I bought it hoping it might give me a bit of a spook. For a while now, I have felt uneasy about the growing effect social media has on my work and life. I am twenty-seven and although I finished high school one or two years before smartphones became commonplace, I am still a “digital native,” part of a generation for whom the internet is not a place you go, but an inextricable thread through the fabric of life itself.
Since my own book (a memoir about sexism in the Australian justice system) was published in June 2018, my Instagram account has become the key portal through which I communicate with my audience. Hundreds of direct messages have been sent to me from (mostly) women who have survived, or supported a survivor of, sexual violence. The platform is important to me and I am grateful to be able to hear from readers, but my Instagram account ballooning in reach has changed the way I go about my life. In a good way, I find myself looking for beauty, as I did when I was first learning about photography many years ago. In a bad way, if I am not careful, it changes how I visit art galleries and how I feel about my body. It makes me think I need to be one “type” of writer for my bio, or one “type” of woman for a consistent aesthetic throughout my feed, or even to live a certain “type” of always-on-the-go life that is constantly “engaging.”
As Smee wrote, “the software knows how to make us want it.” Without conscious monitoring, my use of social media expands and my priorities gradually shift, like icebergs, towards what is “shareable.” I wonder if I can write hard-hitting legal analysis alongside fashion week coverage, or if people who follow me won’t appreciate the “randomness” of my work. I buy more clothing. I walk a different way to the bus. I think about the cover of a potential book before thinking about what I actually want to write. Without deliberate rejection of this current, I do indeed feel myself “flattened, constricted and quantified.” I don’t like it.
But what kind of writer would I be without the internet? I think probably a broke and lonely one. And who am I to bite the feed that feeds me?
I do not make any assumptions about what Smee has or has not experienced in his life, but in his mentions of #MeToo I feel he understates the power of the internet to allow previously disempowered, disconnected people to find each other and share their stories. Articulately, he acknowledges that “attending to our true selves may reveal things we don’t want or can’t bear to see,” and this is especially true for survivors of trauma. There is no “before” and “after” in making peace with complex internal elements of trauma or identity. It is a gradual fumbling towards the light, often made easier by connections that might be impossible to forge in real life. Online spaces can be liminal worlds for those simultaneously reaching outwards and inwards for understanding. Smee writes about the internet leading us to “betray” the inner self by our own “eagerness to make ourselves smaller” and “somehow less real,” but for many people the internet allows them, finally, to define themselves. Online spaces can lend courage and understanding to people who then carry that deeper self-respect out into the street.
None of this has touched upon the legal issues surrounding software surveillance and information gathering and misuse, which could easily be the subject of a separate Quarterly Essay. Jaron Lanier’s new book, Ten Reasons to Delete Your Social Media Accounts Right Now, cites plenty of alarming evidence of the genuinely evil goals of the companies that run these platforms (and he would know, because he was on the ground working in Silicon Valley at the dawn of what we now consider the internet). Interestingly, I found Smee’s words more perturbing than Lanier’s. I have always known that I am selling my data to Facebook, but it is only recently that I have begun to wonder if I am also selling it my heart and soul.
Finally, I want to return to a word and idea Smee chose that I am particularly interested in: the “betrayal” of the primary, inward experience. This sits at the core of my feeling of being confronted by the essay: the idea that the preciousness of the inner life can be spoiled by the big bad world if we do not fight to protect it from tainting. I feel this, but I have also written and published a terrifyingly honest memoir; in doing so, I flung my darkest personal truths into the starkly lit public square that is the internet. What is the difference? Is a part of our disdain for social media just a hangover from British/colonial sensibilities: the sense that “private things” should remain private? No, not totally. My book was born of commitment to myself. My Instagram remains a perpetual commitment to audience. So writing is my art and social media my commerce, and I am one of a million who feel panicked when their art is compromised by commerce.
Art has always struggled through eras of technological advancement, and it is up to us as artists to accept the challenge. Not to ignore the new stuff, but to grow through and rise above it somehow. If we consider the internet the enemy, then we have already lost.
Bri Lee
FOLLOW THE LEADER
Response to Correspondence
Paul Kelly, a great journalistic mentor to me early in my career, would often say, exasperatedly, to the more junior reporters in The Australian’s Canberra bureau in the late 1980s and 1990s: “It’s the context that’s important!”
Context really is everything in political reporting. It is the way of understanding how a political statement or position can remain unchanged, but the movement of everything else around it can leave the statement or position – and the person who holds it – occupying completely different ground to that on which the statement was first made. And of course context, more broadly, means understanding where events or developments fit into a larger story.
Preparing to read through the correspondence on Follow the Leader, I reread the last sections of the essay to refresh my mind on where it had ended. You would think that they would be still fairly fresh in my mind, given it is just on two months ago that I was making the last few tweaks to the essay.
Yet the context for doing that was the tumultuous madness of an imploding government terminating yet another Australian prime minister. When you write a book or an essay, you often sneak a look at it a year or two later, hoping that your arguments have withstood the test of time. These days, you wonder whether they have stood the test of even a couple of months.
The point I am getting around to is that rereading the end of the essay made me contemplate how context seems to have disappeared almost completely from our political dialogue. And that has profound implications for our relationships with our leaders, and for our perception of events.
For example, consider the way we viewed the results of the Wentworth by-election pretty much in isolation from many of the political events that preceded it. Sure, there was plenty of discussion of an angry electorate making its feelings known about the toppling of the last prime minister – and the popular local member to boot. There was plenty of discussion, too, of issues such as climate change and asylum seekers. But how much analysis of the historic swing against the Liberal Party was put into the context of what happened just three months earlier, on 28 July, the day of the so-called “Super Saturday” by-elections?
It was noted that the swing in Wentworth was double that in Longman. The result in Longman had, after all, been one of the reasons given for toppling Malcolm Turnbull. But in the Wentworth postmortems, little attention was paid to the outcome as a continuation of what we saw more broadly on 28 July, across five by-elections: a splintering of the major-party vote, and the failure of the major parties to win the centre.
The argument made about Longman was that it was not the size of the swing that was important, but that the LNP’s primary vote collapsed to just under 30 per cent. I think that rather misses the point that comes out of both Super Saturday and Wentworth, and which is relevant to my essay.
That obvious point is that, as I said in my essay, the Australian response to disillusionment with politics is overwhelmingly towards disempowering the major parties, rather than looking to a “strongman.” I’m sure some voters would still like a strong leader who makes a few sweeping but simple promises about how he or she would make their lives better. But we have had a few of those recently – notably Tony Abbott – and most voters have decided it is not their cup of tea.
The irony here is that, whether in the form of the upset vote for an independent in Wentworth or the now minority status of the Morrison government, voters are stripping the formal leaders of our national politics of their status.
Amanda McKenzie reflects in her response to the essay on the rise of leadership outside formal positions of authority – the sort Ronald Heifetz considers in his book. McKenzie gives the #MeToo movement as an example of this. But it is interesting to consider the extent to which the rise of parliamentary independents is, or becomes, an institutional way to recast the political agenda.
That is, as voters move away from the major parties, and even from minor parties, simple protest votes to reject the current political incumbent may gather enough scale and force to reshape the debate entirely.
To show how tin-eared our professional politicians can be, the prime minister, Scott Morrison, and his colleagues not only disavowed the Wentworth result, but implied that the seat’s voters were electoral freaks whose views didn’t reflect those of the rest of Australia and, thus, that there was no message to be had from the biggest swing against an incumbent government ever.
All of this gives a little context with which to consider some of the thoughtful contributions made by the correspondents. Katharine Murphy speaks of how politicians need to see themselves – in their positions – as institutional forces, not just players in a drama. And her observations echo those of Sean Kelly, who notes Scott Morrison’s dismissive words about not only his new office, but also the institutions that surround it: his own party and both federal–state and international governance.
Morrison has been two months in the job, and the image we have of our latest prime minister is of the ultimate cynic and political apparatchik. If we generously concede that he has little room to manoeuvre because of the imminence of a federal election, we much less generously observe that this did not stop him, nor justify, trashing sensitive and bipartisan policy, and policy-making processes, as he did when publicly raising the question of whether Australia should move its embassy to Jerusalem a week before the Wentworth by-election. This is not leadership. It is not consensus-building. It is not running a calm debate, or consulting with the community.
Senate hearings revealed that this announcement was made without consulting the foreign affairs or defence establishments, without a full and proper cabinet process, and with the foreign minister only finding out about it two days before the announcement.
If you think the prime minister is within his rights to make such a call in such circumstances, you only have to look at what he himself said when he re-adopted the hardest lines on offshore detention – lines softened in the lead-up to the Wentworth by-election. The prime minister was not going to “horse-trade” on this issue, he told a Canberra press conference. He took his advice from the experts on border security matters, not from other politicians. The standing of advice, it appears, varies considerably depending on the subject at hand.
So it seems, under this government at least, that the day-to-day mechanics of leading the country, or showing leadership, have only more sharply deteriorated with a change of prime minister.
But what about the context in which these decisions are made? There is much to be said for Scott Ryan’s argument that it is the rise of social issues that previously didn’t form part of the domestic political debate that has changed the way our political conversations are conducted.
It is certainly true that it is easier to find compromises or trade-offs on economic issues than it might be on a contentious issue like same-sex marriage, where, as he says, you can legislate or not legislate. But I would argue the change in the way we see our leaders predates the rise of such social issues to the foreground of political contention.
Like Ryan, Nyadol Nyuon considers how the policy context has influenced the conduct of our politics, observing that the War on Terror has transformed Western democracies by expanding what it is acceptable for leaders to do in the domestic sphere.
We should think further about how today’s pressing issues have changed and shaped the way we conduct our debates, an idea that, compared with the usual resort to explaining things as an outcome of a faster media cycle, raises interesting questions.
Just as leadership is a two-way relationship between leaders and followers, I’m sure it is true that the scope for leaders to emerge, and the shape of debates that can be had, is driven in part by the nature of the issues we face at any given time. And different subjects also require different tactics.
Political tactics now seem to dominate our leaders’ repertoires, yet for all that, these tactics are often simplistic and bombastic. Shireen Morris observes, “The best leaders, when dealing with vexing policy and political problems, take on board the legitimate concerns of their opponents, learn from them and use the lessons to forge a new and better synthesis position. They hammer out a noble compromise.” Her observation reminded me that some of our more cunning political leaders of recent decades were experts in the art of stealing their opponent’s policy clothes, but wrapping them up in their own decoration, in a way that made it hard for the other side to oppose a policy. Since it generally feels that our leaders these days start from the point of assessed political advantage, rather than policy principle, it is difficult to see how they can then adapt such fleet-of-foot tactics.
Discussing Follow the Leader in many forums and interviews in the last couple of months has only confirmed to me the deep pessimism many Australians have about the state of our political leadership. Strangely, having thought about it so intensively in the last year, and having to observe the paucity of it in my day job over the past few decades, I am not as pessimistic as many others. We should not despair and believe it is impossible for our leadership to get better, or that the modern news cycle makes it impossible. I look at leaders like Jacinda Ardern in New Zealand, and what Angela Merkel was able to achieve over two extraordinary decades in Germany’s history, and am reminded that periodically, often when you least expect it, someone does come along with a particular set of talents and finds themselves in a context where they can change the political conversation. They can speak intelligently to the electorate. They offer substance, not slogans.
The institutions of our political leadership may be on the wane and being transformed by disillusioned voters. But that does not mean good political leadership is a thing of the past.
Laura Tingle
FOLLOW THE LEADER
Correspondence
Democracy is in crisis. The rise of the political strongman is very much a part of the crisis, but rather than being a cause, it is merely a symptom of a much wider malaise in which democracy everywhere is under siege.
As long as democracy has existed, it has been a fragile creature: seldom secure, always assailed. Throughout history, the strongman – a political actor who seeks to rule by force and brooks no opposition – has lurked in the shadows wherever democracy has emerged. The strongman is the ultimate political stalker, and has always found support among those who feel threatened by any tendency to shift power from the few to the many.
The study of democratisation, so beloved by American political scientists in the later twentieth century as evidence that the world was becoming more like the United States, has all too often downplayed that the process is always a coin with two sides: the masses who seek to gain on the one side; the oligarchs or plutocrats, who were previously both entrenched and privileged, on the other. Resistance is inevitable, if not to stop democratisation altogether, then at least to limit its effects.
While democratisation was earlier viewed as a phenomenon largely confined to the developing world, especially recently decolonised states, it was later extended to the study of states emerging from dictatorship and military rule, and later still to those states in Eastern Europe and Central Asia that had been under Soviet domination. However, even in developed states where democracy was thought to have taken root and cultivated sturdy institutions, democratisation was seen first to stall, then to go into reverse.
This phenomenon was termed “autocratisation” – a concept popularised by researchers in the Varieties of Democracy project at the University of Gothenburg, Sweden – which denotes a measurable decline in democratic qualities; that is, democratisation in reverse. According to Professor Staffan Lindberg, autocratisation can be seen as a process in which democratic institutions, rights and practices are curtailed or undermined – to the point where an autocratic regime may take hold. Autocratisation affects mainly non-electoral aspects of democracy, such as media freedom, freedom of expression and the rule of law, yet these in turn threaten to undermine the meaningfulness of elections.
While autocrats such as Russia’s Vladimir Putin have come to power in a country lacking a viable democratic heritage and institutions, creeping autocratisation may be seen in states that for a time showed a strong democratic trajectory, such as Poland and Hungary. Certainly, in Turkey, which has had a mixed record of democratic experiment since the modernising efforts of Kemal Atatürk a century ago, the current trend under the strongman Recep Tayyip Erdoğan is very much in the direction of autocratisation. It might even be argued that the United States under Donald Trump exhibits certain autocratic tendencies.
Early last century, feeble attempts at establishing democracies in Italy and Germany were crushed by emerging strongmen, most famously in the form of Benito Mussolini and Adolf Hitler, but they were only the best known. Elsewhere in Europe, notably in Spain, Portugal, Hungary, Poland, Romania, Greece and the Baltic states, powerful coalitions of vested interests, including industrialists, landholders and, in Catholic countries, the Church, fought against democratic advance to protect their feudal privileges. In Japan, emerging democratic elements, including the adoption of universal male suffrage in 1928 and competing political parties, were similarly reversed as the military and traditional aristocracy reasserted their grip on power. By 1942, with much of the world locked in military conflict, democracy was a flickering flame in a hurricane, with the number of democracies down to a mere twelve.
It is worth asking the question: whose interests do strongmen serve? It is as relevant now as it was in the interwar period of the twentieth century. The spread of national self-determination and democracy after World War I, fanned by the idealism of US President Woodrow Wilson, threatened the old order already shaken by the fall of the old empires and the rise of the Bolsheviks in Russia. Mussolini saw his mission as opposing the degenerate idea of political democracy and restoring the glories of ancient Rome; Hitler similarly revelled in the fantasy of a mythical, racially pure Germany; Franco, in Spain, for his part, sought to defend the aristocracy and the Church from an assault by the common people. At the heart of their opposition was the wholesale rejection of the very notion of political equality, a fundamental precept of democracy.
Equality was at the core of the first flowering of democracy, in ancient Athens. Pericles, in his famous Funeral Oration in 431 bce, offered a concise definition of Athenian democracy and its key characteristics, emphasising that equality was fundamental. The Greeks coined a term, “isonomia” (Greek: ἰσονομία), meaning, broadly, the principle of political equality for all, and especially equality before and within the law. Indeed, the philosopher Hannah Arendt argues that isonomia is a more apposite name for the Greek polis than democracy, in that it signified no distinction between rulers and ruled. It is little surprise that democracy has always carried subversive undertones: it is the enemy of established hierarchies. Strongmen, then and now, arise to defend hierarchies.
Putin, of course, has a sprawling kleptocracy to defend from the people; he and his cronies did very well out of acquiring old Soviet state-owned assets, and no agitation from the common people will be allowed to disturb the cosy arrangements. Erdoğan, in Turkey, has successfully wound back the Atatürk-inspired secularisation, returning power to the old Ottoman landowners and the conservative clergy. Donald Trump, for his part, is a plutocrat and is determined to ensure that democracy does not threaten plutocratic dominance.
In regard to political leadership, there is little doubt that it is becoming an increasingly difficult task, especially in democracies. Government, as an institution, is everywhere under attack, and public confidence in its capacities is dangerously low. Laura Tingle, in an otherwise perceptive analysis, is mistaken in dismissing “the profound stupidity of the culture wars.” Stupid in a sense, yes, but they have provided a platform for a concerted attack on government, which, in a democracy in an increasingly globalised world, is really all that stands between the people and corporate rapacity.
Even before President Ronald Reagan famously labelled government as the problem rather than the solution, a well-funded campaign had been mounted against government, typified by the stated desire of the American libertarian anti-tax campaigner Grover Norquist to reduce government to the size that it could be drowned in a bathtub.
In the United States, the billionaire Koch brothers have funded and assiduously nurtured a right-wing empire of think tanks, foundations, journals and even university schools to denigrate the idea of government. Notably, they have been instrumental in pushing for a reduction of industry regulation across a wide range of fronts – and all this from owners of such environment-polluting assets as oil refineries, pipelines and lumber mills.
At the international level, the whole neoliberal-globalisation project is profoundly anti-democratic. At the end of the Cold War three decades ago, we were assured that free markets would lead to free societies. It was, in the premature triumphalism of Francis Fukuyama, truly the end of history. But, as Robert Reich, prominent US commentator and a member of the Ford, Carter and Clinton administrations, has written, today’s supercharged global economy is eroding the power of the people. If neoliberalism has a definable goal, it is to defend capitalism against democracy.
In a 2009 essay entitled “How Capitalism is Killing Democracy,” Reich wrote:
Why has capitalism succeeded while democracy has steadily weakened? Democracy has become enfeebled largely because companies, in intensifying competition for global consumers and investors, have invested ever greater sums in lobbying, public relations, and even bribes and kickbacks, seeking laws that give them a competitive advantage over their rivals. The result is an arms race for political influence that is drowning out the voices of average citizens. In the United States, for example, the fights that preoccupy Congress, those that consume weeks or months of congressional staff time, are typically contests between competing companies or industries.
Political leaders, faced with escalating demands, have been set up to fail. In this pincer movement, global trade agreements hobble governments in their domestic setting on one side, while on the other growing popular revulsion against globalisation opens the door to the shrill voices of anti-democratic demagogues and their movements, along with the rousing of ultra-nationalist sentiments. As Robert Kuttner writes in his new book, Can Democracy Survive Global Capitalism?, the rise of terrorism and fear of aliens serves to promote support for anti-foreign strongmen, thus drawing radical Islam and right-wing populism in the West into a bizarre symbiosis.
The eminent Yale historian Timothy Snyder, whose scholarship has illuminated so much of the horrors of interwar Europe and the Holocaust, published a short tract last year, On Tyranny: Twenty Lessons from the Twentieth Century, that drew disturbing parallels between the threats to democracy then and now. “We are no wiser than the Europeans who saw democracy yielding to fascism, Nazism, or communism,” he wrote. He added: “Our one advantage is that we might learn from their experience.”
Just as Lenin was said to have “useful idiots” outside Russia – Western liberals who refused to oppose communism – today’s plutocrats have their own useful idiots among the working class and lower-middle classes – those people who have rallied to the populist cause, encouraged to view government as a threat to their status by its giving equal rights to coloured people, immigrants, women, sexual minorities, etc. The force that might rein in corporate dominance and plutocratic control of the economy is now met by a phalanx of opposition from the very people who would benefit most from stronger government.
Historically in Australia, autocratic tendencies have been more in evidence at the state rather than the national level. The bombastic Jack Lang in New South Wales was a home-grown demagogue who almost provoked a coup by the extremist New Guard during the Great Depression. The NSW Liberal premier Bob Askin was no slouch either when it came to blatant populism. Askin, who took some justifiable pride in moving his party towards the centre, exhibited a streak of populism that was, in his latter years, an embarrassment to his supporters. The era that he had dominated was surely over when, during the 1972 federal election campaign, he attacked the ALP for advocating abortion on demand, homosexuality, a “soft approach” to drug offenders and pornographers, and wanting to “flood the country with black people.”
Perhaps the closest we have come to an Australian strongman was the long-serving Queensland premier Joh Bjelke-Petersen, who, unconstrained by an upper house and blessed with a feeble Opposition, attacked democratic institutions remorselessly. It was no secret who his enthusiastic backers were: the shonky developers, the tax dodgers, the commercial quacks and so on (the so-called “white-shoe brigade”).
So could it happen here? Could Australia fall into the grip of a strongman? The answer, I think, is a cautious no, given the resilience of our institutions – but, nevertheless, we need to be on heightened alert, especially in light of the recent rise of anti-democratic populism. Clearly, there are powerful figures here who would welcome a strongman to do their bidding – in the downfall of Malcolm Turnbull we glimpsed the machinations of billionaires, for some of whom the prospect of a Peter Dutton prime ministership had great appeal. The struggle between democracy, oligarchy and tyranny continues.
Norman Abjorensen
FOLLOW THE LEADER
Correspondence
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” Thomas Jefferson’s oft-quoted words, from the Declaration of Independence, continue to inspire many today; however, they were written by men who “participated in the brutal and degrading institution of slavery.”
In his book Less Than Human, David Livingstone Smith writes that in light of Jefferson’s participation in the institution of slavery, his words in the Declaration raised the question who “should be counted as human.” And to “square the moral circle” between the “economic attraction of slavery and the Enlightenment vision of human dignity,” the Founding Father of the American Republic found a way by denying that African slaves were human. This view was shared by many “champions of liberty” at the time, and such views continued to be enshrined in laws and administered by democratic institutions (such as the US Supreme Court) until the civil rights movements of the 1950s and 1960s.
While the Founding Fathers and Enlightenment thinkers might have reconciled their apparent inconsistencies, the words of the Declaration never had the power to persuade the likes of Frederick Douglass, a former slave and abolitionist. In a speech delivered seventy-six years later, he invoked the Declaration to point to the hypocrisy embedded in America from the time of its founding. He described what the anniversary of independence meant to African slaves in America:
I am not included within the pale of this glorious anniversary! Your high independence only reveals the immeasurable distance between us. The blessings in which you this day rejoice, are not enjoyed in common …
What, to the American slave, is your 4th of July? I answer; a day that reveals to him, more than all other days in the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is the constant victim. To him, your celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sound of rejoicing are [sic] empty and heartless; your denunciations of tyrants brass fronted impudence; your shouts of liberty and equality, hollow mockery; your prayers and hymns, your sermons and thanks-givings, with all your religious parade and solemnity, are to him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy – a thin veil to cover up crimes which would disgrace a nation of savages.
These are strong words, but appropriate for their time.
What, though, does the Declaration of Independence have to do with an essay about political leadership in the modern world? The simple answer is that the inconsistencies and hypocrisies that existed at that time are an inherent part of Western democracies – at least as viewed by those who have never fully enjoyed democracy’s fruits.
Those inconsistencies and hypocrisies, arguably, still exist today. “When was it ever great?” was one African American reply to Donald Trump’s campaign slogan “Make America Great Again.” Some of the issues discussed in Laura Tingle’s essay, such as the apparent failure of democracy and its links to the rise of the “strongman” leader, would not be new to certain groups of people, because even if leaders with strongman personas did not exist, they were governed in ways that mirrored strongmen politics and tactics.
It has been argued, for example, that, “the relationship between the American democratic government and African Americans is analogous to the totalitarian power hierarchy. The U.S. government bears a resemblance to elites while African Americans resemble the ruled class in the totalitarian power structure.” On that view, Donald Trump is a new incarnation of an old type.
That said, there might be a difference that explains the reaction of moderate Americans to Trump. The possible difference is that there has been an expansion of the category of scapegoat – in the Trump era, moderate and liberal Americans and political opponents are now targeted alongside more traditional scapegoat groups, such as African Americans, other minorities and foreigners.
Tingle quotes Steven Levitsky and Daniel Ziblatt, from their book How Democracies Die:
Republican politicians … learned that in a polarized society, treating rivals as enemies can be useful – and that the pursuit of politics as warfare can mobilize people who fear they have much to lose.
The labelling of political opponents and others as scapegoats changes the conduct of politics (by “rewriting the rules of politics to permanently disadvantage” rivals) and of leaders (all the way from Newt Gingrich to Donald Trump).
Nikki Haley, the outgoing US ambassador to the United Nations, denied this applied to the United States recently, when she said:
In our toxic political environment, I’ve heard some people in both parties describe their opponents as enemies or evil. In America, our political opponents are not evil. In South Sudan, where rape is routinely used as a weapon of war – that is evil. In Syria, where the dictator uses chemical weapons to murder innocent children – that is evil. In North Korea, where American student Otto Warmbier was tortured to death – that was evil. In the last two years, I’ve seen true evil.
Haley’s statement reveals the inconsistency and hypocrisy of American democracy. While the United States holds itself up as democratic, better and greater than other nations, a close look at recent American history, domestic and foreign, would produce a list of “evils” to rival those given by Haley: the use of torture in the War on Terror; the indefinite detention without trial of prisoners at Guantanamo; the killing, rape, torture and humiliation suffered by prisoners at Abu Ghraib prison during the Iraq War; or the recent Trump policy to separate immigrant children from their parents and relatives at the US border.
Some of the examples above relate to American foreign policy, and I accept Laura Tingle’s view that foreign policy is a different area of leadership. Tingle, however, acknowledges that how foreign policy is conducted can influence domestic politics. It can change “the way we see and judge our leaders” and has been used by political leaders to “escape the obligation to consult and build a consensus – whether to pursue actions they believe in on the world stage, or to present themselves as strong leaders at home.”
Perhaps in addition, the conduct of foreign policy (and the way we treat minorities or “enemies” within) influences our domestic politics in more insidious ways. The War on Terror has possibly transformed Western democracies as it has transformed countries such as Afghanistan and Iraq. It shifts the “Overton Window” by expanding what it is acceptable for leaders to do in the domestic sphere. In my view, one of the ways this occurs is by gradually eroding belief in the importance and the indispensability of principles and norms that were once held to be fundamental to how a society saw itself. One wonders, for example, whether the reported abuses against American citizens under the Patriot Act would have occurred without the War on Terror. A report in 2007 showed the FBI was “increasingly targeting citizens and green card holders, with more than 11,517 requests in 2006 targeting U.S. persons, while Non-U.S. persons were targeted with 8,605 requests.”
In 1852, Frederick Douglass registered how the treatment of those deemed to be enemies, and therefore deserving of hostile treatment, could corrupt all. In his speech, he asserted that the existence of slavery “destroys your moral power abroad; it corrupts your politicians at home.”
In another, related context, David Smith emphasised that one would be “sorely mistaken” to think of rhetoric dehumanising others as mere talk. He argued: “Dehumanization isn’t a way of talking. It’s a way of thinking … It acts as a psychological lubricant, dissolving our inhibitations and inflaming our destructive passions. As such, it empowers us to perform acts that would, under other circumstances, be unthinkable.”
Like the author, I have zoomed out a little further than “Trumpian political developments” to the underlying subject of the essay: how do we best organise a community of people? The answer will depend in part on who is considered part of the community and therefore who is consulted, listened to and protected. I have argued that because certain groups have never enjoyed the full benefits of living in democracies, and have in fact been the direct victims of strongmen politics even as their societies claimed to be democratic, there is, in fact, no slide to some more worrying type of political leader, nor is there a crisis of democracy – at least not one justifying the current reaction.
In their 2014 article “The Crisis of Democracy: Which Crisis? Which Democracy?” Selen A. Ercan and Jean-Paul Gagnon argued, “there is nothing new about the democratic crisis diagnosis. In other words, crisis has never been the exception to the rule; rather, it is an inherent feature of democracy … [yet] if crisis is an inherent feature of democratic politics … what we need is a more reflexive democracy – a type of democracy that continuously confronts its own limits and logics of exclusion.” That democracy is not a settled concept is revealed in terms such as “the American experiment,” or in President Macron’s statement that “France, the country of revolution, is once again a leading political laboratory.”
Conceivably, a good place to start in understanding how to confront the limits and logic of exclusion in a democracy is the essay’s recommendation that leaders have to rebuild “the national political discussion after years of it being under assault.” Perhaps by doing so they can foster an environment that does more for democracy than “keep the word of promise to our ear, and break it to our hope.”
Nyadol Nyuon
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Barack Obama was a great US president who might one day gain the recognition he deserves, but for now he’s in the crossfire of contemporary politics. He has been unfairly criticised for what people call his dithering on international relations. Current president Donald Trump uses Obama as a punching bag – when he’s not urging crowds to shout that Hillary Clinton should be locked up. However, any serious look at Obama’s time in the White House – an extraordinary period, from the height of the Great Recession, through the catching and killing of Osama bin Laden and into difficult domestic arguments about massive issues such as national healthcare reform – will surely come down on the positive.
Laura Tingle’s brilliant essay on modern leadership skips through the last three hundred years of leaders, from Abraham Lincoln and Franklin Delano Roosevelt to the giant Lyndon Baines Johnson, before landing in the modern era. It’s the best of Tingle’s three Quarterly Essays and needs a postscript on what is coming next. Is the strongman – the Trump White House, Putin in Russia, Xi in Beijing, Erdoğan in Turkey, Sisi in Cairo, the House of Saud in Riyadh, Duterte in the Philippines and the looming ascension of Jair Bolsonaro in Brazil – here to stay, or will there be a return to more centrist democracy? We need this considered and answered.
More fundamentally, we should review Obama’s leadership from 2009 to 2017. Going back to one of his foundation speeches that was praised and then, sadly, brushed aside, Obama laid down markers for a new international policy when, in June 2009, he addressed students in Cairo and called for a new compact between the United States and the global Muslim population.
“I’ve come here to Cairo to seek a new beginning between the United States and Muslims,” he said, adding that the two populations shared overlapping, common principles “of justice and progress; tolerance and the dignity of all human beings.” The president went on to address religious freedom, one of the most divisive issues when the clashes between great religions and civilisations are laid bare. “Islam has a proud tradition of tolerance,” said Obama:
We see it in the history of Andalusia and Cordoba during the Inquisition. I saw it firsthand as a child in Indonesia, where devout Christians worshipped freely in an overwhelmingly Muslim country. That is the spirit we need today.
People in every country should be free to choose and live their faith based upon the persuasion of the mind and the heart and the soul. This tolerance is essential for religion to thrive, but it’s being challenged in many different ways.
Among some Muslims, there’s a disturbing tendency to measure one’s own faith by the rejection of somebody else’s faith. The richness of religious diversity must be upheld – whether it is for Maronites in Lebanon or the Copts in Egypt. And … fault lines must be closed among Muslims, as well, as the divisions between Sunni and Shia have led to tragic violence, particularly in Iraq.
By any measure, Obama was charting a new course that demanded global attention, but it went without the follow-up necessary, either from the then new president or from Islamic nations around the world. Soon it was being labelled the first of Obama’s so-called missed opportunities. But was it really his fault? I’d say not.
Obama was perhaps naive in thinking the old, autocratic rulers of the Middle East were going to give way to a more democratic, perhaps even liberal, way of doing things. From Cairo to Tripoli and eventually to Damascus, it all went to custard. But Obama can’t really be marked down too harshly for this – just about all of the Western intelligentsia and many Western governments were on this “Arab Spring” bus. His one big mistake, which he still tosses and turns in his mind, was the laying down of a “red line” in Syria: a nerve-gas line that the brutal dictator Bashar Hafez al-Assad was only too ready to cross and make his population suffer even more. Obama didn’t respond as he should have (and as Trump did years later) and he has paid the price in history’s story.
This might be a black mark for Obama, but let’s have a close look at perhaps the biggest decision that’s been taken by a US president in decades: the killing of Osama bin Laden. This was not a slam dunk. It was a 50/50 call at best, based on the best available intelligence. The United States knew there was a compound, near Pakistani military facilities, where a tall Arab walked about outside, behind a very high wall. Those in the compound burnt all their rubbish and were secretive in their comings and goings, but without any face-to-face identification no one could be 100 per cent sure it was bin Laden in there.
As the call went around the room, Vice President Joe Biden was against a strike, as was Defence Secretary Bill Gates, while Secretary of State Hillary Clinton thought a missile was justified. Obama turned to his trusted foreign policy adviser Ben Rhodes, asking him what he thought. “You were always going to make this decision,” said Rhodes, having watched his boss stare without blinking for many minutes. They killed the man who, on the morning of 11 September 2001, orchestrated the death of almost 3000 people, when deadly planes came out of the clear blue sky.
This was a brave move – one of great courage and import, which could have gone horribly wrong if it had not been correct. Obama might have made some wobbly moves and decisions in foreign policy, but you can never take away from him this clear-eyed go-ahead for the strike on bin Laden. The world is a better place for what he did.
Elsewhere, Obama was the president who did what many of his predecessors tried to do and failed – he introduced a form of universal healthcare against fierce opposition. Democrat giant LBJ didn’t do it, despite getting his “Great Society” package into law, while Republican Richard Nixon made an effort, working with Democrat Edward “Teddy” Kennedy, without success. The next to push the big rock up the hill was Hillary Clinton, working on behalf of her husband, President Bill Clinton. It was Obama who got it across the line and, despite some undoing by Trump, it remains largely intact.
Obama was a substantial and consequential president, although he might not be regarded as transformative – the goal he had set for himself. We can blame the times for that, as much as mistakes made in the White House. One thing he did do was leave us with perhaps the greatest set of presidential speeches heard in more than a century. We await his next memoir with joyful anticipation.
Dennis Atkins
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Correspondence
“Why would you want to go into politics?”
I’ve been standing at train stations the past several weeks, handing out flyers in my fingerless gloves. Shivering in the morning sun. Saying hello to commuters.
This is a new experience. I’ve been an actor, a singer, a check-out chick and an admin assistant. A constitutional lawyer and an advocate. Never a unionist, a staffer or a wannabe politician. Never a campaigner on the street. The hustings, as they say, is an exciting new place.
A sample of the flustered public rushes by, half of them blocking me out with earphones, iPhones and well-planned head-down avoidance of eye contact (I don’t blame them) – but others are eager to chat. Among the occasional “Well done!” and complaints about the Liberal leadership spill, the “I’m not voting for a Dutton man!” declarations and the bread-and-butter questions about healthcare, schools, wages and penalty rates, plus the odd “Piss off, you’re all the same!” reprimand, people also occasionally pause to ask: “Why on earth would you want to go into politics?”
The disillusionment underlying the question is palpable. Politicians are liars and backstabbers, seems to be the view. “It’s a dirty game. They’re just in it for themselves,” people observe. And given the machinations of recent times, they appear to be right. “Do you think you can really make a difference?” one local asks, genuinely wanting to know. My answer is, as usual, “I hope I can. I will work hard to.” But people are fed up with self-serving politicians. They have every right to be sceptical.
As the new Labor candidate for Deakin, I found that Laura Tingle’s Quarterly Essay posed a bracing question: what are the characteristics of a true leader, and what is true leadership in politics? And why did I think I could, or should, put myself forward to represent my community – this particular part of the eastern suburbs of Melbourne where I grew up – in federal parliament?
The bullying and backstabbing that seem to characterise contemporary Australian politics raise a further question: why would a woman strive to be a politician in today’s climate? And if parts of society now crave a “strongman,” as Tingle contends, how does one strive to be a strong woman in a political system that is not only male-dominated, but also increasingly vitriolic, vengeful and polarised?
Is it possible to be better than the existing culture, or even to change that culture for the better? Within this system, can one be not only a good politician, but also a good leader?
An experienced parliamentarian, offering advice on my campaign, observed that Parliament has many consummate politicians – people who can talk well, play the game and appear polished. “But Parliament needs more thoughtful people,” he said. This set a nice challenge. Don’t just be a slick politician. Be thoughtful. Be a leader.
I tend towards optimism, so I believe Australia’s democratic culture can change for the better. It requires the Australian people, and the politicians themselves, to insist things change. To demand it.
I largely agree with Tingle’s stated criteria for a good leader. Leaders should explain, advocate and persuade people to adopt good ideas. Follow the Leader discussed the former US president Lyndon Johnson. Noel Pearson also often talks about LBJ’s strategic prowess, and the way he seized a historic moment to deliver the Civil Rights Act in the face of tough conditions. LBJ was a great persuader. I watched the movie All the Way, which dramatises his civil rights strategy, and was struck by a key line. Johnson’s advisers were trying to warn him that pursuing Kennedy’s civil rights bill could jeopardise his electoral chances. “What the hell’s the presidency for?” LBJ demanded. He stuck to his guns. The Civil Rights Act was signed into law in 1964.
Tingle is correct that leaders must know how to seize historic opportunities. Instead, we often see politicians baulking at leading necessary reform, in favour of playing it safe at the polls. Clinging to power, instead of wielding it for the national good. In doing so, they too often underestimate the people.
One of my frustrations working as an advocate for Indigenous constitutional recognition has been the way some politicians blame the public for their lack of reform action. In rejecting the Uluru Statement from the Heart, Malcolm Turnbull not only verballed the Australian people – he blamed them for his cowardly stance. A First Nations voice in the constitution is not “desirable or capable of winning acceptance at referendum,” Turnbull claimed. “The government does not believe such a radical change to our constitution’s representative institutions has any realistic prospect of being supported by a majority of Australians in a majority of states.”
When asked if the government had evidence to back this up, Indigenous Affairs Minister Nigel Scullion said they had done no polling – he was just “following his gut.” The Australian people were used an excuse for government inaction, but with no evidence. These so-called leaders chose to pessimistically predict that Australians would reject a First Nations voice, instead of just asking them – through a referendum.
Polling exposed the dishonesty of the Liberal government’s excuse. An Omnipoll showed 61 per cent of Australians would vote yes to a First Nations Voice in the Constitution – and that was in the face of government opposition. Does that figure sound familiar? It’s the same proportion that voted “yes” in the same-sex marriage postal survey.
On same-sex marriage, Turnbull, despite his procedural incompetence, at least advocated for the reform. “Lucy and I will be voting yes,” he said. With such leadership, Australians voted 61 per cent in favour. He showed no such leadership on Indigenous recognition. On this issue, Turnbull was a deliberate wet blanket and even promulgated lies about the proposal, calling it a “third chamber of parliament.”
The proposal is not a “third chamber” and not “radical” – and Turnbull knew it. In 2015, in a private meeting, Turnbull (then communications minister) told Noel Pearson and me that an Indigenous advisory body in the Constitution “sounds sensible” and even offered to help promote it, perhaps through a pub event in Wentworth. A few years later, as prime minister, he fearmongered. My best explanation is that he caved in to pressure from the right of his party in order to cling to his position.
Yet what is the prime ministership for, if not for Indigenous constitutional recognition?
Paul Keating understood the importance of reconciliation for the soul and future of our nation. Perhaps Turnbull, deep down, understood it too. In 2011, he reflected on the history of colonisation in Melbourne in The Monthly:
When governments say doing the right thing is “too hard,” what they are really saying is that it is more lucrative, or expedient, to do the wrong thing. Our forebears preached protection of native people and the blessings of Christ while they largely destroyed a people and a way of life.
So if you ever walk quietly along Robert Hoddle’s wide boulevards or along the banks of the Yarra, tamed to look like an English river, listen carefully. You may hear the weeping of the Kulin – betrayed, dispossessed, but not yet quite forgotten.
Yet in 2017, faced with the political realities within his party, Turnbull rejected the Uluru Statement. Doing the right thing was evidently too hard. It was more expedient to do the wrong thing.
It takes a leader with both moral courage and strategic nous to achieve substantive reconciliatory reform – especially constitutional reform, which requires the support of both left and right. I’m not saying it’s easy. One, of course, must compromise and rally consensus. One must keep power in order to use it.
Yet after capitulating to internal right-wing detractors on many important policies and principles, Turnbull still got knifed. The lesson is clear: selling out does not necessarily stop insurrection. It only shows you don’t stand for anything.
The same-sex marriage survey demonstrated that many Liberal Party politicians are often behind the Australian electorate on matters of social justice. The Liberal Party insisted on the postal survey. But Tony Abbott, an elected representative of the Australian people, did not respect his own electorate’s wishes. Although Warringah voted 75 per cent in favour of same-sex marriage, Abbott left the parliamentary chamber before the final vote on the legislation, along with his conservative colleague, Michael Sukkar. Sukkar had promised he would respect the outcome of the survey and respect his electorate’s wishes. His electorate, Deakin, voted 65.7 per cent in favour – also above the national average. Yet Sukkar ran out of the Parliamentary Chamber behind Abbott when the final vote was imminent.
What does this say about how connected the right wing of the Liberal Party are to their democratic constituents? Refusing to listen to Australians you represent – that is not leadership. Breaking a promise to respect the electorate’s wishes – that is not leadership. Running out of the Chamber – that is not leadership.
The best leaders, when dealing with vexing policy and political problems, take on board the legitimate concerns of their opponents, learn from them and use the lessons to forge a new and better synthesis position. They hammer out a noble compromise. When I say noble compromise, I do not mean a lowest common denominator compromise. It is possible to find a noble compromise on persisting disagreements.
Finding this “radical centre” requires both parties to shift. To shift one’s position, even if slightly, shows humility. It also shows intelligence – for the smartest people know they cannot be right on everything, and even their rightness can be refined. The insights of others, bringing different life experiences to our own, can open our minds – if only we have the courage to hear what others say. It also shows empathy. Listening to and acknowledging opposing views lets others know their grievances have been heard. Feeling heard is conducive to cohesion, inclusion and unity.
Tingle is correct, I think, that a huge part of leadership is the ability to corral opposing factions into compromise agreements, both within one’s own party and within the broader parliament, but also across the public sphere. This is also the way to create good policy. The best policy is not simply that of the left or right. The best policy synthesises the brilliance that can be found across the political spectrum, and across the breadth of philosophical thought: good ideas from socialism, liberalism and conservatism. The Liberal Party’s slide to the right demonstrates a loss of balanced leadership, and this is bad for Australia. Politics needs balance, not extremism.
“Why would you want to become a politician?”
When Malcolm Turnbull rejected the Uluru Statement, I, like so many Australians, was heartbroken. A historic, unprecedented First Nations consensus was ignored. Years of lobbying from the outside came to nothing. I realised then that you have to be inside parliament, where the decisions are made, to truly change things – and not just on constitutional reform, but on climate change, health, education, inequality and so much more.
The events of the past several months, and indeed the leadership instability of the past several years, pose a challenge to politicians and would-be politicians – on all sides. Our democracy needs to do better. My hope is that political representatives can find ways to pursue leadership in the inclusive and intelligent centre, to focus more on the best policy and the best ideas, and less on plotting and “playing the game.” The challenge for all of us is to work together to herald the better angels of our nation’s nature.
Shireen Morris
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“We have all read about the great figures of history, and that reading shapes our view of what makes a true leader,” Laura Tingle writes early in Follow the Leader.
The great leaders of history, written up in university textbooks and glorified in movies, tend to be Anglo-Saxon men in positions of political power. Perhaps in looking for these “great leaders” today, we’re actually missing the leadership emerging all around us.
Leaders are pretty easy to spot: there are people following them. And by following, I don’t mean voting. I mean going some place together: a movement. As Tingle describes, strong leadership involves building consensus across the community to deal with complex challenges.
It has been quite a while since anyone in political power was a real leader of a vibrant movement. That doesn’t mean there aren’t strong leaders and vibrant movements today, but they seem absent from Tingle’s piece.
The #MeToo movement is shaking the foundations of power and entitlement, driven by a deeply authentic and decentralised wave of leadership from across the world. If anyone doubts it is a legitimate movement, consider this. The measure of a movement is that it allows participants to do together what they would never be able to do alone. Sharing stories of harassment and assault is an incredibly brave thing to do, and speaks to the deep level of solidarity #MeToo has built. Further, #MeToo has rapidly shifted community understanding and given some of the worst perpetrators their comeuppance. Individuals are demonstrating the sort of leadership, authenticity and bravery that we would love to see from politicians.
The marriage equality debate catalysed a similar movement. Politicians, too many of them late and convenient supporters, celebrated the successful vote in parliament. But true leadership belonged to LGBTIQ people across the country, whose honesty and courage persuaded voters around Australia.
The decentralised leadership in these examples is quite different to traditional positional leadership. It comes from authenticity. See, for example, the Parkland students’ enormous capacity for influence following a shooting at their school. The students were clearer and more convincing than many established gun-reform activists, who have consistently blunted their own language with political pragmatism and message-testing.
The most effective organisations working on social issues today often put their resources into elevating the emerging authentic voices of those directly affected by an issue – for instance, the groups that supported the Parkland students to run the #NeverAgain rallies. This leadership is the opposite of a centralised model of elevating one brand or spokesperson.
Tingle argues that voices at the community level – scientists, business leaders, community groups – are taken less seriously than in the past. This may be the attitude of political parties and the press gallery, but the examples above demonstrate the exact opposite when it comes to the public. Many activist and charity organisations now have email lists and social-media profiles that give them serious potential to lead and persuade audiences. The best organisations create content that their base shares with its own networks, enhancing credibility and building a broader audience.
Of course, community movements are not new. What is striking is how disconnected our political debate is from them.
Why are we not seeing leadership from our politicians?
As Tingle points out, the electorate is rarely the most important constituency for politicians. The first priority of a parliamentary leader is to secure their position within their party – that means caucus, factions, donors, media moguls and other vested interests. Satisfying these interests, rather than the interests of voters, is part of the reason why the major political parties often seem so out of touch with the Australian public. Getting vested interests out of politics through political donation reform is critical. For instance, entrenched coal interests have made tackling climate change at a federal level impossible, as Malcolm Turnbull admitted on his exit. Unless that changes, how can we expect our politics to play out any differently?
As Tingle argues, over the last decade or so it seems that a unifying commitment to a central purpose has unravelled. Neither party has a significant public membership, and there seems to be no interest in fostering one. That means our major political parties are without the anchor of a direct link to the community beyond the news cycle and elections.
However, to be fair to our politicians, theirs is an incredibly hard and thankless job. Many are good people in very challenging circumstances. Tingle notes that “Complex change … requires more political time and space than we seem prepared to give our leaders.” Politicians travel at least half the year; senior figures are constantly responding to the media cycle and rarely have an uninterrupted weekend or holiday. After leaving federal politics, former environment minister Greg Combet noted he had been working eighteen-hour days for seven days a week for years.
Tingle canvasses other increased demands – from following every sporting code to having a ready response to the broad array of foreign policy challenges. There seems to be an expectation on the one hand that politicians are just “like us,” watching the World Cup into the wee hours. On the other, they are required to be superhuman, able to have a thoughtful, immediate view on all the complex issues of the day (which must be the same view as that of all their colleagues).
Remember when Julia Gillard was mocked for failing to have any fruit in her fruit bowl in 2005? I suspect most senior politicians, like senior business leaders, are doing very little shopping and cooking at home. But contempt for politicians is sport in Australia, and there is little empathy for how difficult and demanding it must be. The adrenaline-fuelled nature of political debate – a constant state of fight or flight – leaves little space for reflection. Interestingly, one of the effects of long-term exposure to heightened adrenaline is that the brain becomes more focused on a narrow field, and capacity for compassion and empathy is diminished.
Journalists, similarly, have little time to go beyond personalities to substance. Shrinking newsrooms, the decline of special subject-matter reporters and a demanding 24-hour media cycle means the fourth estate is more focused on the narrow field of political machinations. All this tells us that the lack of substantive leadership Tingle describes is structural. Tingle laments the lack of contemporary political personalities like Paul Keating, but would his approach have been successful in the current environment?
Where will leadership come from?
The leadership crisis Tingle describes is structural, but the solutions she articulates focus on individual behaviour, rather than the environment in which those individuals act. For instance, journalists should “think often and hard” about what they cover, and politicians should stop shooting the messenger. Asking individuals to be more courageous or responsible is insufficient. It’s hard to change the players unless we change the rules. It also assumes that most politicians share the larger goal of preserving the valued institutions of our democracy even when this is at the expense of “winning” the daily news cycle.
Perhaps the kind of strong leadership Tingle describes is now less likely to come from classic positional leadership. What we need are political leaders who will effectively follow and enhance community movements, rather than the other way around. Tingle gives the example of Lyndon Johnston, who harnessed the momentum of the civil-rights movement to foster political change. We don’t need politicians to be “stronger leaders” so much as we need them to be wiser followers.
The most recent example Tingle offers of an attempt at consensus-building is Malcolm Turnbull’s National Energy Guarantee (NEG). The policy itself was enormously cynical: it would make no positive difference to the issues it claimed to address. It was a policy to reduce emissions that would see pollution increase. A policy to tackle energy prices which would bring on less new supply than doing nothing at all. To the extent that people were persuaded, it was only that they were so worn down by more than a decade of torturous politics. However, ultimately the lack of consensus within the Coalition killed the policy.
Public polling consistently shows that the vast majority of Australians want action on climate change. Similarly, most of us prefer renewable energy to coal and understand that large and small batteries will be critical to Australia’s energy future. Most big-business leaders now want action, as do stakeholders, from the Australian Medical Association to the National Farmers’ Federation. There are strong community campaigns against the Adani mine. Little, if any, of this latent community power could be mobilised for the NEG. However, as the drought bites, the Great Barrier Reef suffers extreme mortality rates from bleaching and we experience worsening heatwaves, the politics will change. One place to begin is by challenging the influence of vested interests in our politics, starting with donations reform.
To conclude, though, I will leave you with the questions I was left pondering after finishing Tingle’s essay. First, what are the conditions that would facilitate strong community leadership in Australia, and strong followers in our parliamentarians? And second, what will it take for those conditions to become the operating environment for Australian politics?
Amanda McKenzie
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Correspondence
Laura Tingle, in order to point to the structural changes to the presidency that Donald Trump may leave behind, helpfully cites Miranda Carter on Kaiser Wilhelm II. Carter argues that the Kaiser had certain odd personality traits, which found sympathy in Germany during his reign, but which left the nation depleted after his abdication.
Of course, as Carter’s description makes clear, both men can rightly be called egotistical fools. We can hold them in contempt, but holding them personally responsible for the deep wounds they might open is another matter.
But what of our current batch of political leaders in Australia? Think of them what you like, they are sane and capable of complex thought. Their attacks on democracy are not so strident. The legacy these attacks will leave is not really structural; it is emotional. It is still a legacy.
Now that prime ministers are removed with alacrity, we can easily forget the specific beginnings of the current period of tumult. There were several factors behind Kevin Rudd’s removal, but one was the importation of a model that had seemed to work, up to a point, in New South Wales. One of the very great mistakes in this was the assumption that a prime minister was just like a premier – when the relationship between voters and the leader of the nation is very different from that between voters and the leader of a state. Premiers are important, but I suspect a prime minister affects the way we think about our own identity in a way a premier never will. The move was self-fulfilling: by treating a prime minister like a premier, a course was embarked upon which leads us to the place where we now find ourselves, in which prime ministers have in fact been reduced almost to the status of premiers.
The point, an obvious one, though not quite so obvious at the time, is that actions taken to preserve power in the short term can end up having long-term effects. Again, leadership change is not the only factor in the rapid escalation in disrespect for politicians and government, but few would suggest it has not been a major one.
This put me in mind of more recent and more minor examples, which are still, I believe, important. The new – at the time of writing – prime minister, Scott Morrison, has already, in just under two months, made several comments that seem dismissive of the job he has taken on and the institutions that surround him.
He began by talking about the “Muppet show” around the removal of Malcolm Turnbull. The diagnosis was fair, but in making it – presumably in an eagerness to empathise with voters – he overlooked, perhaps, the authority a prime minister’s words still, against all odds, have. The leader of one of the country’s two major parties describing his party in that way does nothing to restore respect.
Not long after, the prime minister cancelled a Council of Australian Governments (COAG) meeting, which was expected to deal with school and hospital funding. The move was understandable; a new prime minister may well want to alter arrangements. But at a press conference he was asked a bland question about the status of various meetings and took the opportunity to attack Labor, with the risk of casting aspersions on COAG itself: “The Labor Party can have as many meetings as they like, they [don’t] seem to be able to resolve anything when they are in government. They were great at having meetings. The only thing that happens as a result of not having that COAG meeting is less Tim Tams will be consumed in Canberra that week.”
More recently, Mr Morrison was asked by Alan Jones about the conclusions of the IPCC’s latest climate change report. Again, he chose to go on the attack on something he had not even been asked about: “No, we’re not held to any of them at all, Alan, nor are we bound to go and tip money into that big climate fund, we’re not going to do that either. So I’m not going to spend money on global climate conferences and all that sort of nonsense, I’m not going to get in there … ”
In the space of a few weeks, the prime minister sought to ridicule his own party, federal–state governance and international governance. Then there was his threat to intervene at the ABC: “I expect the ABC board to do better. And if they don’t, well they can expect a bit more attention from me.”
There is no mystery about this approach. In a 2017 address to the Liberal Party federal council, Morrison, then the treasurer, talked about the appeal of Donald Trump and Jeremy Corbyn, who, he said, had taken “on the role of the authentic outsider; challenging a system that many voters did not think was serving them any longer.” In other words, our prime minister is borrowing from the strongman’s playbook.
Lack of civility is a related issue. Tingle mentions, in passing, Bill Shorten’s use of “Turnbull” instead of “Mr Turnbull.” Shorten and Morrison have each used “this guy” to describe the other. In that federal council speech, Morrison said this of Shorten: “It’s no coincidence his initials are BS.”
There is reasonable political thinking behind all this. Morrison wishes to present himself as the practically minded outsider, focused on action not meetings. Neither man wishes to accord respect to his opposite number. But this is the point: what are seen as short-term political gains – with rhetoric as the main weapon – increasingly come at the expense of respect for politicians and government. You cannot tear down an institution you are leading, or want to lead, without ultimately being yourself weakened.
The reckless use of rhetoric is not limited to government. Tingle rightly points to the fading influence of other voices that once held authority in national debates, such as religious organisations and business. Here, too, we can observe the deleterious effect of crazily antagonistic words. I am reminded of businesses railing against the political instability of the past few years, seemingly forgetting their own starring role: the ferocity with which they sought to destroy a carbon price and a mining tax, and the leaders behind those policies. I am also reminded of the more recent scaremongering from Catholic schools over new funding proposals, their attempts to mislead voters and parents.
Tingle ends her essay calling for national leaders to help rebuild the national debate. It is a worthy hope. There is an open question as to whether it is possible, for at least two reasons. The first is that the rhetoric of both politicians and stakeholders is driven partly by the desire to cut through an increasingly noisy public sphere. The volume and tempo of media seems unlikely to drop. I might want these groups to moderate their rhetoric, but if their voice is not being heard then the temptation to yell will remain.
The second is the possibility that voters are no longer listening to leaders, experts and institutions because they believe the world is fundamentally broken – and if those groups haven’t led us here, who has? The analysis and its attendant suspicions may not be entirely fair – but then again, they might be. You don’t have to be a conspiracy theorist to agree that there is a kind of club of those who hold formal authority in this and other countries – and that the rules by which those in the club operate have not always been helpful to those outside the club. I agree that a civil and intelligent national debate is essential. But if “rebuilding” is, or is perceived to be, an attempt to build again what was there before, then it is likely to fail, and perhaps deservedly so.
Sean Kelly
FOLLOW THE LEADER
Correspondence
Some may say that, as a serving politician, I have a conflict in commenting on Laura Tingle’s essay; indeed, some may argue that I am partially responsible for the situation she outlines. But that position also provides a unique perspective.
Laura outlines many challenges, some the result of changing technology, particularly media; others, of the way the world has changed in the past decade, for example with the Great Recession in North America and Europe. Australia has not been immune to these changes, as Laura outlines, even if they have not resulted in the same electoral shocks we have seen elsewhere.
At its core, politics is a means of compromising over competing objectives. This occurs through democratic determination, where one mandate or proposed program earns legitimacy through elections, and through the political and parliamentary process, where the great bulk of decisions that aren’t determined electorally are managed by a government through administration and the parliament. In both democratic determination and the parliamentary process, some element of “trade-off,” or compromise, is critical.
First, this occurs inside political parties, which serve as forums for compromise among people with similar values and priorities. Second, it occurs through parliament, where executives are held accountable, and legislation and budgets are proposed and approved. Without these mechanisms, politics becomes less a forum for managing competing priorities and more one for conflict over them. There have always been – indeed, should be – elements of compromise and conflict, but recent trends and examples indicate that the balance has tipped in favour of the latter.
Why is this? A distinction must be made between those issues that are more open to compromise and those that are not. The rise of social issues that previously didn’t form a substantial part of the domestic political debate reflects this. There is no compromise available on an issue such as same-sex marriage: it is either legislated or it is not. One can more easily compromise on economic issues, through either a less radical program (be it interventionist or deregulatory) or by managing the costs of change through adjustment and support packages. Australia has long been successful at the latter, but our political system is finding it more difficult to deal with social issues that require a binary yes/no answer.
Debates around such yes/no issues serve to polarise views across the political spectrum, and to simplify the terms of political debate. They assist in forming “camps” that then help determine the future political agenda and create the groups that participate in it. The impact of the decade-long debate on same-sex marriage can be seen across the political spectrum, both in the issues that arose alongside it and subsequently, and on those who participate in such debates. I am not judging this, just observing it.
Social issues are also, by their nature, more suited to the new media world of Twitter and other social media. Positions are taken in moral terms, and one can be for or against a moral question in 140 characters more easily than one can explain the deregulation of the dairy industry, or why tax and welfare reform is necessary. The new media world makes the explanation of compromise much more difficult, as the “trade-off” is usually complex and harder to explain. The negotiations between Peter Reith and Cheryl Kernot over workplace relations reform in 1997, or those between John Howard and Peter Costello and Meg Lees over the GST in 1999, are not well suited to short slogans that make older sound-bites sound positively thesis-like. I cannot help but think this new media world, both in production and consumption by citizens, is one reason these issues that are more suited to it have become more prominent in debate.
However, that can’t be the only reason. Laura outlines a decline in the lack of trust in institutions and leaders. This is critical when considering the difficulty in compromising on complex issues. Without trust in the key players, be they politicians, business leaders or even community and church leaders, compromise becomes more difficult. The process of compromise plays a role in generating consent among citizens and groups, but if there is less trust in those “in the room” or in parliament, then a direct consequence will be a decline in support for the outcome.
Compromise can also be easily misrepresented. In my Alfred Deakin Lecture in August this year, I provided a few examples where compromise was once lauded. It was seen as a sign of maturity and a valid way to achieve one’s objectives, while at the same time securing consent from many of those who might not share them. In the modern political era, though, what was once applauded as compromise is attacked as “selling out.” Or, even worse, as attacking or abandoning “the base.” Now, to reflect the values of one’s supporters is important in politics, but occasionally real leadership requires challenging their views and persuading them of alternatives. The great example of this, of course, is John Howard and Tim Fischer on firearms, for which the overwhelming majority of the country remains grateful. The modern challenge in this area is again reflected in the 140-character terms of debate, where “attacking the base” has too often taken the place of debate rather than genuinely querying policy and seeking an explanation or persuasion.
Finally, Laura also highlights the increasing simplicity of political debate. I’ve outlined some trends that I think explain this, but there is another: a lack of humility. When I was a minister, many people and groups came to see me with “all you need to do is … ” proposals. Sometimes they were blatantly pushing their own barrow, sometimes genuinely altruistic. I would often commence my response with: “But there are no easy solutions. If they were easy, then someone smarter than me in this job before me would have already done them.” Too many politicians and interest groups propose solutions that are “easy,” or “costless,” when they’re anything but. Too often the ability of government, particularly federally, to “solve” a problem is overstated. And when a solution is promised that doesn’t work so easily, quickly or simply or deliver a promised outcome, this further reduces public faith and trust. Surely one of the lessons has to be not to constantly ramp up the promises, but to be honest about the limits of government and the speed with which the promised solutions can be achieved. But again, the new media environment makes 140-character promises easier to campaign on than complex explanations of why they won’t work.
Scott Ryan
FOLLOW THE LEADER
Correspondence
We should be looking for strong leaders to follow, not a strongman, Laura Tingle writes at the end of her essay about leadership. Given the quality of the analyst, this conclusion is, of course, very persuasive. But if we examine our addled politics, both domestically and internationally, this worthy objective seems ambitious, almost ludicrous. Imagine happening upon such a leader, a politician capable of exhibiting strength and purpose in the maelstrom of contemporary public life, a political leader to inspire hope. Even if one had the good fortune to happen upon such a person, would their colleagues permit them to lead, given the past decade of Australian politics has produced leaders with brutally short shelf lives – prime ministers programmed with planned obsolescence, as if they were iPhones?
The story behind this unmooring is multifactorial, but Kevin Rudd and Tony Abbott are catalytic figures in different ways. Rudd increased the pace of politics when he gave himself the objective of trying to set the agenda from Opposition, rather than respond to the government’s agenda. The new Labor man felt he had to puncture the somnolent tempo of the Howard era as part of grabbing the nation’s attention and positioning himself as putative prime minister in a matter of months.
Rudd’s arrival in the Lodge coincided with the profound technological disruption that created the rolling news cycle. Australian politics became a spectator sport, with the action from Canberra delivered blow by blow. Public life began to assume the death-match atmospherics of a football final. The rise of death-match atmospherics created the perfect conditions for the rise of Tony Abbott and his cacophonous politics of destruction. Just as Rudd had changed the pace of politics from Opposition, Abbott changed the tenor of politics from Opposition, elevating wrecking to the core of the enterprise. Abbott eschewed the business of deliberation and compromise, enterprises once considered to be the heart of the democratic model, and inculcated a sense of crisis in order to question the legitimacy of his political opponents.
Australian politics is still battling these two influences – an unrelenting pace narrated too often with hyperbolic, valueless commentary; and a culture where destruction is considered a legitimate tool of war – and they are poisoning political leadership in this country.
Mostly, Australian politics has been sleepwalking into the current nadir, reluctant to face up to or articulate the truth, lest some tribal taboo be broken, but interestingly, during the last leadership challenge, when Malcolm Turnbull was driven from office by the animus-fuelled faction that couldn’t abide him, something cracked inside the Liberal Party, and despair tumbled out.
The despair was heard primarily in a small chorus of women’s voices, women speaking critically about party culture, a culture where unhinged things seemed to happen over and over, and dissenters to the unhinging were bullied by self-appointed powerbrokers into submission and quiescence. The Victorian Liberal Julia Banks, who announced she would leave political life after enduring the leadership fracas, felt and said implicitly that the national interest could not be served by staying, which is about as damning as self-assessments get. Despair was new, a break from previous practice. Whether despair leads to anything productive remains moot.
The whole political ecosystem is impatient. The honeymoons once enjoyed by new prime ministers are short, and highly conditional, if they materialise at all. Voters are drifting away from partisan loyalties, and this seemingly inexorable drift to political disruptors is enabled by the major parties themselves, because the major parties have forgotten the premium they once offered voters was stability. Because voters are drifting, there is a preoccupation with “the base” that has become a strange form of religion, a fundamentalism which can pit the interests of political movements against the wishes of the mainstream, thereby intensifying the estrangement.
In an age where politics and public activism structures itself around the permanent campaign – given the campaign is a mechanism always on the hunt for a crisis, given the crisis has become a focal point to recruit foot soldiers and raise money – compromise is also deeply out of fashion, which is highly problematic given progress depends on it.
In one of the most interesting political speeches of 2018, the Senate president, Scott Ryan, pointed out what should be obvious: the greatest successes of Australian politics had come from “compromise and negotiation” and the use of parliamentary process to resolve competing points of view.
In a message both to colleagues and the ecosystem as a whole, Ryan noted that “the idea that compromise is wrong, that negotiation to achieve one objective and move onto another, represents a lost political opportunity for a contest or selling out is not one that has been rewarded in Australia.” Ryan observed that John Howard and the then National Party leader, Tim Fischer, “bore an enormous political cost among many of their traditional supporters when instituting national gun laws, but they weren’t relentlessly attacked as abandoning the base simply by virtue of challenging supporters, even on such a difficult issue.” The point being that the interest of the nation should always rank ahead of sectional interest, even if the sectional interest happens to be familial; and the art of politics is explaining the necessity of action to the losers and cushioning the impact of change – something that Australian politics once excelled at.
Tingle puts her finger squarely on the challenge by pointing out that leaders need to rebuild the national debate and protect other voices within it, a form of housekeeping that requires something more profound than dishing up perpetual motion and perpetual conflict. It requires political leaders to see themselves as part of an organism rather than as a saviour or a subduer, and to give priority to the health of the organism over their own short-term imperatives or corrosive acts of one-upmanship. It requires politicians to understand they are temporary custodians of a valuable tradition, rather than succumbing to the gravitational pull of dabbling in reactionary populism because it’s easier than attempting a course correction.
This sense of politicians valuing themselves as institutional forces, a politics where ego plays second fiddle to the articulation of collective purpose and responsibility, is a very big ask, particularly at this juncture. As Tingle points out, we are now at the tail-end of the global financial crisis – the greatest economic shock since the Depression – and we are witnessing a global upheaval in politics: the rise of autocracies and strongman politics and the decline of democracy and multilateralism. The world, she notes, is becoming more irrational, and we cannot assume that what follows from that is orderly.
In short, it is hard, and getting harder, to be hopeful. Not impossible. But hard.
Katharine Murphy
Roderick Best is state director of Life Without Barriers, NSW/ACT. He has worked in child protection for over thirty years, including as the inaugural General Counsel, Royal Commission into Institutional Responses to Child Sexual Abuse.
W. Max Corden is emeritus professor of international economics at Johns Hopkins University and has been a professorial fellow in the economics department of the University of Melbourne since 2002. He has been on the staff of the International Monetary Fund and a consultant for the World Bank. His most recent book is his autobiography, Lucky Boy in the Lucky Country.
Adam Creighton is economics editor of The Australian. He started his career at the Reserve Bank of Australia and studied economics at Oxford, where he was a Commonwealth Scholar.
Richard Denniss is chief economist at the Australia Institute. He writes for The Monthly, The Canberra Times and The Australian Financial Review. His books include Curing Affluenza, Econobabble and (as co-author) Affluenza.
Damien Freeman is a writer, lawyer and philosopher. He is the author of Abbott’s Right: The Conservative Tradition from Menzies to Abbott and co-editor of The Forgotten People: Liberal and Conservative Approaches to Recognising Indigenous Peoples.
Michael Keating is a former head of the Australian Public Service and between 1983 and 1996 was secretary of the departments of Employment and Industrial Relations, Finance and Prime Minister and Cabinet. A visiting fellow at ANU, he is co-author of Fair Share: Competing Claims and Australia’s Economic Future, published earlier this year.
Kristina Keneally is a federal Labor senator and was premier of New South Wales between 2009 and 2011.
John McTernan is a British political strategist and commentator. He was UK prime minister Tony Blair’s director of political operations from 2005 to 2007, and director of communications for Prime Minister Julia Gillard from September 2011 to June 2013.
John Quiggin is an Australian Laureate Fellow in economics at the University of Queensland and the author of Zombie Economics. His blog, at johnquiggin.com, presents commentary from a social-democratic viewpoint.
Laura Tingle is chief political correspondent for ABC TV’s 7.30. She won the Paul Lyneham Award for Excellence in Press Gallery Journalism in 2004, and Walkley Awards in 2005 and 2011. She is the author of Chasing the Future: Recession, Recovery and the New Politics in Australia and two previous acclaimed Quarterly Essays, Great Expectations and Political Amnesia.
Danielle Wood is director of the Budget Policy and Institutional Reform program at the Grattan Institute. Previously, she worked at the Australian Competition and Consumer Commission as the principal economist and director of merger investigations and as a senior research economist at the Productivity Commission.
DEAD RIGHT
Response to Correspondence
For Grant, who personifies the best of Australian values.
As theologians know, it’s hard to write clearly about something that may not exist. Likewise, as an economist, I found it very hard to write about an idea that, while widely discussed, seemingly has no actual advocates in Australia. So why write an essay about neoliberalism if no one promotes it, I hear you ask. Simple: monsters don’t have to exist to scare children, gods don’t have to exist to give people comfort, and the fact no politicians admit to being racist doesn’t mean that racism isn’t a powerful idea in Australia. Similarly, that no federal politician declares himself or herself a neoliberal doesn’t mean neoliberalism isn’t a powerful rhetorical and political idea.
For a writer, there is nothing more frustrating than a reader who completely misses your point. Is it me? Is it them? Is it the limits of language? How could someone read so many of my words and miss my point so completely? In turn, the most frustrating critical responses to my essay were those that seemed to agree entirely with my main point without realising this. Clearly I need to improve my communication skills.
First of all, I thank the respondents for taking the time not just to read my essay, but to comment on it. As Oscar Wilde quipped, the only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about. I am grateful and flattered that such a range of thinkers gave their time to discuss my essay.
John McTernan clearly didn’t like it. But while his response makes clear that he read my words carefully, it’s hard for me to understand how he failed to grasp their meaning. The whole point of my essay is to say that among modern Australian politicians, not one consistently relies on neoliberal principles to guide their words or deeds. Not one. As evidence for this, I point out that Matt Canavan (an ex–Productivity Commission economist) now wants to subsidise coalmines; that Tony Abbott (the man who gave us the Commission of Audit) now wants to nationalise coalfired power stations; and that the premier of New South Wales, Gladys Berejiklian (once renowned as a fan of privatisation), now wants to nationalise football stadiums. I thought it was important to show the way conservative politicians and business leaders lean on “neoliberal principles” when they want to explain their desire to cut welfare spending, but abandon these same “principles” when they feel like subsidising powerful industries such as mining and private education. Alas, it seems some of my respondents thought that this point didn’t really need making. I still do.
McTernan’s critique of my argument includes the observation that neither Tony Abbott nor John Howard was really a neoliberal because they actually supported government intervention when they felt like it. Yep. That’s exactly the point I was trying to make on page 1 of the essay. Similarly, in his response Damien Freeman agrees with McTernan that neither Howard nor Abbott was a neoliberal. Again, I can only agree. They weren’t. They were clever politicians who hunted with the neoliberal foxes when they felt like it and ran with the populist hounds when it was in their political interest to do so. (Damn, why didn’t I write that sentence so clearly in the essay?)
The most common criticism of the responses is that I didn’t clearly and consistently define what I meant by neoliberalism. I tried. I defined it on page 1 as “the catch-all term for all things small government, [which] has been the ideal cloak behind which to conceal enormous shifts in Australia’s wealth and culture.” I went on to say that:
It has provided powerful people with the perfect language in which to dress up their self-interest as the national interest. Without such a cloak, policies to slash income support for those most in need while giving tax cuts to those with the most money would just look nasty … the purpose of this essay is to consider, in the age of Trump, Brexit and Pauline Hanson 2.0, how the neoliberal agenda of “free markets,” “free trade” and “trickle-down tax cuts” has wounded our national identity, bled our national confidence, caused paralysis in our parliaments, and is eating away at the identity of those on the right of Australian politics.
Perhaps I was being too subtle, but what I was trying to say, at the very beginning of the essay, was that the term “neoliberalism” is primarily a rhetorical device used to conceal the underlying motivations of politicians who, for example, want to cut spending on public schools and increase subsidies for private schools without having to reveal their personal desire to do so.
The reason I quoted the mother of neoliberalism, Margaret Thatcher, saying that “Economics are the method; the object is to change the heart and soul,” was to shift the way neoliberalism is examined. For decades, economists, social policy experts and citizens have debated issues such as whether privatising health leads to better outcomes at lower cost or worse ones at higher cost. But such debates have done little to dampen enthusiasm for privatisation among those in power (in both major parties). In my essay, I set out instead to explore the rhetorical and policy contradictions of those who sometimes push so hard for the neoliberal agenda of free markets, free trade and trickle-down economics.
Just as the desire of postwar Britons to pull together and invest in national health and welfare systems irritated Margaret Thatcher, my distinction between what neoliberalism says it is and what neoliberal rhetoric has been used to do clearly irritated McTernan, who points out that I inconsistently use the term more than one hundred times in the essay. I’m not sure that I do, but let me try to find common ground. I think there is a big difference between what neoliberalism is and what neoliberalism has done. Of the twelve different “definitions” that McTernan thinks I used, they fit pretty neatly into two groups.
The first group of definitions covers the underlying beliefs of neoliberalism, all of which I think are covered by my “catch-all” definition.
- small government
- outsourcing public services
- the profit motive
- measuring efficiency and quality
- reducing the budget deficit and public spending
- cutting regulation
- the idea that market forces are superior to government decision-making.
And the second group of “definitions” he says that I use are, I think, better seen as the cultural consequences of decades of inculcation in neoliberal beliefs about human nature and economics. These include:
- sponsorship of museums
- looking out for yourself
- the last thirty years of Australian government
- cultural change of hearts and minds
- the assertion “there is no alternative.”
While I’m glad I peppered the essay with different examples, I do sympathise with McTernan’s confusion. Abbott thinks that the tobacco taxes he increased while health minister were a good way to reduce smoking and that carbon taxes were a terrible way to reduce greenhouse-gas emissions. Abbott’s Commission of Audit was unambiguously based on the “principle” that reducing government spending was good for the economy, yet as prime minister he championed an enormously expensive paid-parental-leave scheme. It’s hard to write consistently about such inconsistent principles.
But again, I’d like to thank McTernan for helping me to clarify my point. In short, for the avoidance of any doubt, I didn’t mean to suggest that museum sponsorship is the definition of neoliberalism, but I very much meant to say that neoliberal rhetoric has played a central role in making a country as rich as Australia feel so poor that we need to use our National War Memorial to promote the logos of weapons manufacturers more visibly than we remember those individuals who died fighting for our country. I think the symbolism of war memorials is extremely important, but then again I think national identity is a very important, and contestable, concept. McTernan, on the other hand, thinks that national identity is “an inverted pyramid of piffle,” so perhaps it’s little wonder he doesn’t share my concern with the way that neoliberalism has been used to transform Australia’s identity.
I was happy to take the bitter medicine doled out by some respondents, but I was even happier that there was so much substantive and insightful analysis and critique to chew on. Adam Creighton, for example, shares my frustration with the lack of honesty that underpins what should be important economic and democratic debates about the relative size of the public sector in Australia and the best way to regulate private companies. Having accepted my definition of neoliberalism (phew), Creighton rejects my view that over the past thirty years neoliberalism has infected all corners of Australian life, and argues that, “if anything, government spending and regulation have increased. If ‘neoliberalism’ is to mean anything more than gouging, greed or ‘something we don’t like,’ then it’s a lack of it that is eroding confidence in the status quo.” I agree with him entirely. If we had a greater focus on small government and the efficient use of public money, there is no way the current government would be trying to spend $1 billion subsidising the Adani coalmine. No way it would have offered a $454 million grant to a small charity set up by a group of businesspeople without any tender process. And there is no way that we would have privatised the vocational education and training sector at enormous cost to taxpayers, students and employers alike.
Similarly, I agree with Creighton when he writes,
Meanwhile, government spending continues to soak up more and more national income. As a share of GDP, it’s increased from around 22 per cent at the end of the Whitlam government to 25 per cent today. The National Disability Insurance Scheme, which will cost more than $20 billion a year, is almost certain to see that that ratio tick higher. Both major political parties are promising to increase income tax as a share of the economy, the Liberals a little more slowly. Is this rampant neoliberalism?
Again, the confusion stems from the difference between the stated objectives of neoliberals and the actual behaviour of successive governments, which have told the public they have “no choice” but to cut spending on services and “no choice” but to reduce the regulation of the finance sector at the very same time they choose to spend a lot more money subsiding the fossil-fuel industry and introducing a lot more regulation of unions, charities and the unemployed.
Creighton is a respected economics writer who works for one of the more conservative of our broadsheet newspapers. His views are neither radical nor ill-considered and, in turn, it’s important that Australians of all political persuasions read his views about the role of the market carefully:
A free market only works effectively when prices are salient, when customers understand the product or service as well as sellers, and when there are many of both …
[T]hese conditions are far from satisfied in many cases, such as electricity or financial services, which enjoy vast implicit subsidies and exhibit little genuine competition. Too often, policy-making in Australia has naively assumed well-meaning policies wouldn’t be severely abused. Funding for vocational training springs to mind. This isn’t neoliberalism so much as stupidity.
Hear, hear. As someone who has lectured in economics for more than twenty years, I never cease to be amazed at how many people embark on an economics degree thinking that they have to “pick a team” and barrack for “free markets” or “red tape and regulation.” The rhetoric of neoliberalism has debased the language of public debate so comprehensively that calls for regulation are quickly labelled “creeping socialism” and efforts to reduce government waste are described as “heartless.” If only people like Adam and me could have such a debate without anyone calling either of us silly names.
As the head of the Department of Prime Minister and Cabinet from 1991 to 1996, Mike Keating is far better placed than me to speak on the objectives of, and options considered by, prime ministers Hawke and Keating. Although he starts his response by stating that he shares my values, he takes issue with my depiction of the motivation for and effectiveness of a wide range of neoliberal policies. While I didn’t attempt to write the history of neoliberalism in Australia in the Hawke/Keating years, I do agree with Mike Keating that some neoliberal policies delivered some significant benefits to some groups in Australia. I thought I made clear that I supported some of them; as I said in the essay, I think the privatisation of Qantas was good for travellers and good for the budget.
While Keating and I clearly agree on many things, I reject his criticism that I exaggerate evidence of the impact of neoliberalism on our culture. In building his case, he cites but one example: “Denniss correctly considers that all children with cancer should receive high-quality treatment, and then implies that our health system is too mean to guarantee this. But this is quite false – these children do receive high-quality treatment irrespective of their parents’ means.” But I made no such claim. On the contrary, I simply posed the democratic question and explained that different democracies made different decisions:
Should all children with cancer receive high-quality treatment, or only those whose parents can afford it? Should all adults with cancer receive the highest level of care, or only those who have the most expensive insurance? Different people in different countries come up with quite different answers to these questions. Not even Barack Obama suggested that all US citizens should have universal access to high-quality health care, and not even Tony Abbott suggested that Australia’s publicly funded Medicare system should be removed.
I didn’t say, or even imply, that Australia didn’t help children with cancer. I simply used the question to highlight the fundamentally human nature of what are often depicted as “economic questions” about issues as complicated as the design of pharmaceutical subsidies. That said, a quick Google search would confirm for Keating that Australians who want access to certain drugs often decide to travel abroad and spend their life savings to obtain such treatments.
Other respondents raised specific concerns. Creighton, for example, was critical of my claim that Australia is no longer a “workers’ paradise,” even though today more than half of Australian workers no longer have access to paid holidays. While I don’t disagree with his statement that he would rather be a worker today than in the 1950s, and I don’t disagree that Australians work far fewer hours than the average Turk, Mexican or Colombian, I don’t share his overall assessment of the state of our labour market. While labour-market data is relatively objective, it seems the definition of paradise, and the countries we wish to compare ourselves to, are in the eye of the beholder.
Without doubt, the criticism that stung most was the suggestion by Roderick Best that, “The tragedy of Braxton’s death should not be cheapened by using it as a pop-up illustration for a discussion of ‘enormous shifts in Australia’s wealth and culture.’” Before including the example of the tragic death of Braxton Slager in my essay, I read the coroner’s report into his death carefully. While Creighton criticises me for relying on newspapers for the claims made in the essay, they were by no means the only sources I relied on. I did, however, choose to reference easily accessible sources to help make the point that my critique of neoliberalism can be easily checked, and indeed extended upon, by any reader with access to the internet and a keen eye for contradiction. Yet no matter how carefully a researcher conducts their research, we all harbour the fear that the permanent written record of our thoughts might be in error, so it was with trepidation that I reread the coroner’s report. On second reading, I think I pressed too gently on the role of neoliberalism. The NSW deputy coroner, Harriet Grahame, was damning of the process that led to the death:
the rushed nature of this whole process [finding accommodation for a two-year-old], once it finally happened, meant that there was no chance to properly consider the appropriateness of where Braxton was to be placed. Given that FACS [NSW Family and Community Services] had been aware of the potential risks in Braxton’s life since the first prenatal reports, it is disappointing that so little time and care went into this life changing decision … There was no physical inspection of the premises and certainly no record of any discussion with the out of home carers about what to expect, prior to “dropping off” Braxton … Even leaving aside the state of the premises, there were a number of factors which, if properly considered, should have indicated potential risk. Each of these factors should have been known to LWB [Life Without Barriers] during the assessment procedure …
In my view, the risk assessment procedure which took place was not a genuine assessment and is more accurately described as a rubber stamp given to a decision which had effectively already been made based on a lack of other options … Mr Best, the State Director of LWB for NSW and the ACT, agreed in evidence that the state of the backyard, as depicted in photographs taken on the day of Braxton’s death, was “alarming” and contained “many, many really obvious dangers for small children” … the information systems operating at that time within LWB contributed to the poor understanding of the environment in which Braxton was to be placed … The premises [his carer] could provide at that time were unsafe, and this should have been picked up by LWB … Tragically, a child who went into care to improve his chance of living in a safe environment, found himself in a situation of enormous risk. His death appears to have been a preventable accident, which occurred against a background of inadequate care.
The coroner’s report into the death of Braxton Slager is as gut-wrenching as it is damning of structural and systemic errors. But despite the content and the tone of the report, Best asserts in his response: “It is telling that none of the four recommendations from the coroner addressed deficiencies seen in the new model of outsourcing foster care.” And he concludes: “Honouring the tragic death of the vulnerable in our society requires us to honestly and respectfully consider what happened and then make real, verifiable changes in response. It is not about misconstruing what happened so as to apply a theory, out of context, to advance a different argument.”
While Best is correct that the coroner didn’t make recommendations about “the new model of outsourcing foster care,” few readers would likely realise that this silence says nothing, because by the time of the coronial inquiry both the NSW government and Best’s organisation had made significant changes designed to reduce the risk faced by children in emergency care. In the words of the coroner: “I accept Counsel assisting’s submission that there is no need for a formal recommendation pursuant to section 82 of the Coroners Act to provide a further catalyst for the reforms already identified. I accept a number of significant changes have already been made.”
The most depressing element of the coroner’s report, however, relates directly to the point of my essay (and the point rejected by Keating): that although Australia is one of the richest countries in the world, our governments frequently cite a shortage of funds as explanation for the low-quality services we often provide. The coroner recommended that greater psychological support be offered to those entrusted to care for vulnerable children, but “[t]he recommendation was not supported by FACS and LWB. Both were concerned by the potential expense.” As I wrote in my essay:
Mistakes and mistreatment in institutions are neither new nor entirely the fault of neoliberalism, but placing the profit motive at the heart of the delivery of care for the vulnerable creates a strong incentive to cut costs in an environment where customers are poorly placed to speak up for themselves, and at times literally incapable of it.
Braxton’s tragic death is a sad indictment of the choices, and priorities, of successive governments and organisations involved in the care of the most vulnerable people in our community. The fact that Roderick Best cannot see that the culture of cost-cutting and “reducing red tape” played a central role in creating a system where there was no money to support carers and not enough “red tape” to ensure that houses were inspected before two-year-olds were “dropped off” is sadder still.
Max Corden and John Quiggin not only are two of the best economists Australia has produced, but they have also spent their lives applying their knowledge to the practical policy problems our country faces. While both gave me plenty to think about, the fact that such luminaries thought the topic of neoliberalism warranted careful examination, and that my take on it added a fresh dimension, is gratifying. Kristina Keneally’s response contains a number of gems for my stump speech. Not only has she reminded me that the Business Council of Australia had been unable to provide her with a single example of a country where wage growth improved after a cut in the corporate tax rate, her US heritage prompts her to highlight the importance of our Australian Electoral Commission, whose independence is all that stands between us and the rampant gerrymandering on which American “democracy” is built. And I will be forever in her debt for alerting me to the fact that Adam Creighton and I share a propensity to use South Park episodes to make important points about the economy.
It is a privilege to have my arguments tested by such diverse voices. The conclusion of Dead Right is that the opposite of neoliberal economics isn’t progressive economics, but engaged democracy. And engaged democracy requires exactly the sort of well-meaning debate contained in these pages. While it’s inevitable that 25 million Australians will find it difficult to agree on priorities and policies, history suggests that good intentions and rigorous debate can move us forward, eventually. Our differences need not define us. Indeed, as the prime minister for whom John McTernan was head of communications once said, “We are us.” Like the definition of neoliberalism, it’s not quite clear what the phrase means, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t keep talking about it.
Richard Denniss
DEAD RIGHT
Correspondence
In developing a critique of the surviving rhetoric of “economic rationalism,” Richard Denniss used two examples to put into stark relief the consequences of economic practices upon the lives of two people to justify his title Dead Right. I do not know the background to the very sad circumstances surrounding the death of Shirley Carter, but I am aware of the circumstances surrounding the death of the young child, Braxton Slager. I was present every day at, and gave evidence in, the coronial inquiry into Braxton’s death.
Braxton was a bright and energetic three-year-old boy who tragically died. We absolutely do need to learn from his death. What we need to learn is how better to look after children in state care. What is not helpful, however, is when the apparent example does not in fact justify the assertion. In those circumstances we lose focus. The argument is weakened and the death of a child becomes a footnote, rather than producing a change in how we care for children.
The coroner’s decision was clear that Braxton entered a short-term care arrangement because neither of his parents could provide the immediate care necessary to look after him. This was not a removal of a child by the state. The arrangement for his care was not part of the program Denniss describes: “in the name of efficiency the Department of Family and Community Services had ‘outsourced’ the role of finding suitable homes for vulnerable children many years ago.” During the short period this arrangement was in place, the department, at all times, retained responsibility for the care of Braxton. The circumstances of Braxton’s death are not related to the failures of neoliberalism that are central to Denniss’s argument.
The tragedy of Braxton’s death should not be cheapened by using it as a pop-up illustration for a discussion of “enormous shifts in Australia’s wealth and culture” – no matter how important that discussion might be. For matters of worth to come from personal tragedy, the respectful approach is to focus on the tangible, practical matters that will help other children have better lives. What these changes should be are encapsulated in the recommendations made by the coroner after a comprehensive and exhaustive consideration of what happened to Braxton. It is telling that none of the four recommendations from the coroner addressed deficiencies in the new model of outsourcing foster care. These changes applied equally to practice before the changes commenced. The recommendations looked at the emotional and psychological supports provided to carers who were no longer looking after a foster child who had formed part of their family for a number of years; how policies that were put in place, not for cost-cutting and efficiency but for the care of the child, needed to better address the child’s needs; and the role of the state department in ensuring the suitability of accommodation when it had ongoing responsibility for the child. Life Without Barriers is making the relevant changes applicable to its practice.
Honouring the tragic death of the vulnerable in our society requires us to honestly and respectfully consider what happened and then make real, verifiable changes in response. It is not about misconstruing what happened so as to apply a theory, out of context, to advance a different argument.
Roderick Best
DEAD RIGHT
Correspondence
I believe that Richard Denniss and I share the same values. We both want an inclusive society and think that such a society will not be achieved by relying purely on market forces. Instead, we see a continuing role for government intervention to achieve that inclusive society, and we think that this will require a modest future increase in government revenue. The future of capitalism and our democracy depends upon the success of governments in maintaining inclusive economic growth. Indeed, the failure of the governments of many advanced economies to maintain such growth throughout this century is most responsible for the swing to extreme right-wing populist governments – the principal challenge to the open, liberal international order.
Where Denniss and I part company is that Denniss blames all the faults he sees in modern society, some of which he exaggerates, on what he calls “neoliberalism.” He is in good company. There are many other critics of neoliberalism, who blame it for everything they don’t like about the direction our society and economy have taken over the last thirty-odd years.
The first problem that I have with these arguments is that typically neoliberalism is never explicitly defined. Its definition is inferred through its alleged impacts, without any regard for the logic of cause and effect. In fairness, Denniss is a bit better than this. He suggests that “Neoliberalism [is] the catch-all term for all things small government.” But, as Denniss himself concedes, the size of government is bigger than ever, as measured by the amount of regulation, and government expenditure and revenue are both at an all-time high relative to GDP. So, if neoliberalism is defined by smaller government, while government is in fact bigger, by what logic is neoliberalism responsible for the ills afflicting society? However, Denniss also has another approach to defining neoliberalism, suggesting that “it is possible to think of neoliberalism as an ideology focused on the idea that market forces are superior to government decision-making.” Again, he provides no evidence to show that this ideology has dominated policy thinking in Australia.
Instead, I suggest that the micro-economic “reforms” introduced in the 1980s and 1990s, so often referred to as neoliberalism, involved:
- floating the Australian dollar
- financial deregulation and (later) changing the type of regulation
- largely eliminating protection, and a shift in industry assistance in favour of more generic assistance and less specific industry assistance
- tax reform to make the system more efficient and fair, but not to reduce the total revenue
- decentralising wage determination in favour of more enterprise bargaining
- some measure of privatisation accompanied by the introduction of competition policy.
These reforms can be broadly characterised as making greater use of markets, but Denniss doesn’t really try to and I doubt that he could make the case that these reforms are directly responsible for the many aspects of today’s society that he decries. The fundamental reason for many of these reforms was that the previous regulations were not working. For example, the previous attempts to “manage” the Australian currency were proving counterproductive, signalling the likely next movement to the speculators, and giving them a one-way bet. Similarly, protectionism wasn’t working. These sorts of regulatory changes did not involve any attempt to reduce government responsibilities, as implied by the critics of neoliberalism. Rather, they represented an effort to improve the effectiveness of government intervention, as governments found that often they would be more effective if they focused more on managing markets and creating the right incentives and disincentives, and relied less on administrative controls that were increasingly being evaded or proving unworkable. Today, the equivalent approach would be to price carbon as the best way to reduce carbon emissions, rather than relying on direct action policies; it is curious that this reliance on pricing carbon has been supported by many of the critics of neoliberalism.
Privatisation and contracting out
My sense is that it may be privatisation that causes most of the disquiet about neoliberalism. There are, however, a few points to be made. First, the majority of economists long ago concluded that competition was a much more important determinant of corporate performance than ownership. Furthermore, the previous government ownership of commercial entities such as airlines and banks did not seem to be achieving any social purpose, with the government-owned airlines and banks behaving and having to behave in much the same way as their competitors to survive. Denniss himself agrees that whether a business should be publicly or privately owned should be considered on a case-by-case basis. I also agree with him that the case for privatising natural monopolies is much more difficult to sustain: governments must be confident that they can achieve the same outcomes or better by regulation than they can achieve by ownership and direct control.
However, Denniss has a particular beef about electricity that is worth exploring a little further. He claims that electricity privatisation has “cost Australian energy users billions of dollars” as “a privately owned monopoly [is] willing to spend millions of dollars to bamboozle the regulator.” The chair of the Australian Competition and Consumer Commission (ACCC), Rod Sims, also agrees that “Australians are paying considerably more for electricity than they should.” However, in its recent exhaustive review, the ACCC never mentioned privatisation, and Sims in a press conference made it clear that privatisation was not a cause of high electricity prices. The most damaging criticism made by Sims was that “some states, with the excellent exception of Victoria, often privatised generation and retail assets without an eye to competition, and mainly to maximise sale proceeds.” Furthermore, the one period when electricity prices did stabilise was between 1993 and 2000, and this was when much of the privatisation actually occurred and when competition policy was introduced. In fact, as the Productivity Commission established in a review of the impact of National Competition Policy, “Before NCP and related reforms, it was widely recognised that electricity production and distribution activities were working well below best practice.” So competition policy and privatisation did realise major productivity gains that were passed on in lower prices, although these were largely one-off gains and cannot be repeated. Finally, I think experience suggests that the public providers find it easier to raise capital for dubious investments; for example, if the Liddell power station were still in public hands, does anyone think the present government would agree to close it when it becomes uneconomic in a couple of years?
Privatisation was not always carried out well, but neither has it proved to be the disaster that many of its critics assert it to be.
I have already mentioned the limits placed on competition by some states as they tried to maximise the proceeds from sale of their electricity assets. Similarly, Denniss rightly criticises the restrictions on competition that accompanied the sale of the ports in New South Wales, but those restrictions would never have been endorsed if neoliberal policies had been followed. On the other hand, the major privatisations carried out by the Australian government – airlines, telecommunications and banking – did first establish a competitive environment before the sale, even though this then depressed the sale price.
My major criticism of deregulation and privatisation is that too often the required new regulatory regime was insufficiently thought through in advance. For example, it was only after the almost-failure of a major bank in the 1991 recession that the prudential regulation system was appropriately tightened up. Similarly, in the case of vocational education and training, significant gains were made in efficiency and in moving to a more responsive system for disadvantaged people by allowing them greater choice. Yet too often the quality of the vocational education and training was very unsatisfactory because insufficient effort was made to restrict access to public funding to only those private providers who had a track record of quality.
The case for and against contracting out is similar to privatisation. For example, a long time ago – well before the advent of neoliberalism – governments started contracting out construction activity, such as road building – and this seems to have received community-wide acceptance. Similarly, the community has long supported the system whereby medical services are mostly provided by private doctors who are then reimbursed totally or partially by the state. What may be more controversial is the contracting out of decisions that in the end affect the nature of government programs. For example, the Keating government in its One Nation package of assistance to long-term unemployed people decided to contract out the provision of employment and training advice and assistance. The reason was that although the former Commonwealth Employment Service had a reasonable record of assisting the typical job seeker, its culture was built around the provision of the same uniform service to all its clients, whereas long-term unemployed people required more individual assistance, which non-government providers were better at delivering.
However, I question the increasing contracting out of the analytical and advisory functions of the public service. Evaluation of policies and programs should be the foundation for much policy advice, and if the public service contracts out this function, then it is no wonder that its capacity to provide sound policy advice has atrophied. In addition, too often the use of a commercial consultancy firm results in the government getting the sort of analysis and advice that it wants to receive rather than frank and fearless advice, as the consultant wants to please in order to gain another contract.
Has neoliberalism changed the nature of politics?
Denniss’s critique of neoliberalism is broader than the issues discussed so far. He decries what he sees as “the trick of neoliberalism”: “to convince the public that it is the economic dimension of big issues that we must always focus on.” In his view, neoliberalism “has been the ideal cloak behind which to conceal enormous shifts in Australia’s wealth and culture. It has provided powerful people with the perfect language in which to dress up their self-interest as the national interest”; “it has radically altered the way we see the role of government”; and in relation to health care, “it has also hardened the hearts of average Australians towards those most in need.”
This critique of neoliberalism has been made by others as well, although not always so eloquently. However, there is quite a lot of exaggeration in the evidence provided; and where the evidence is correct, the analysis does not really establish cause and effect, and alternative explanations are more probable.
Exaggerated evidence
For reasons of space, I will only give one example of exaggerated evidence, but there are others. Denniss says that all children with cancer should receive high-quality treatment, and then implies that our health system is too cruel to guarantee this. But this is quite false – these children do receive high-quality treatment, irrespective of their parents’ means. Furthermore, every other week more very expensive drugs are added to the pharmaceutical benefits list once they have been assessed as safe and effective, and, while the amount of co-payments may be debatable, I am yet to see the evidence that anyone who is seriously ill (say, with cancer) is missing out on necessary treatment.
More generally in his discussion of access to health care, Denniss provides no evidence allowing us to make a proper comparison with the past, but he nevertheless concludes that there has been a massive deterioration. Thus, he cites approvingly Menzies’ support for universal health care, but no one had more time to introduce such a system than Menzies, and he didn’t. Of course, the reality is that the original system of universal health insurance was introduced by the Labor Whitlam government, then abandoned by the conservative Fraser government, which had nothing to do with neoliberalism, while the present Medicare system was introduced by the Hawke government, which was also responsible for embracing the policies that are cited as representing neoliberalism.
Denniss also fails to mention that Australia today has a world-class health system, which the Harvard-based health research institution the Commonwealth Fund has ranked second of eleven first-world countries. I agree with Denniss that there could be improvements to the effectiveness and equity of health care in Australia, but typically more could always be spent on almost all public and private services if the money were available. A more balanced assessment would have acknowledged that the rate of bulk-billing has been maintained, and over the last two decades public expenditure on health has increased faster than GDP.
The logic of cause and effect
Inequality has increased since the early 1980s in almost all the advanced economies, although rather less in Australia than most others. Interestingly, according to OECD data the biggest increases in inequality between 1985 and 2014 have been in Sweden and the United States, followed by New Zealand, Finland and Germany – and of course Sweden, Finland and Germany are not notable for their embrace of neoliberal policies. Instead, there is widespread agreement that the major cause of increasing inequality has been technological change, which has “hollowed out” middle-level jobs and has also tended to be skill-biased. In short, the adoption of neoliberal policies, to the extent that it has occurred, has little or nothing to do with the increase in inequality.
Similarly, it is not hard to think of a host of other reasons why we are more individualistic and have less trust in government, instead of adopting Denniss’s hypothesis that these changes are all the fault of neoliberalism. Society has become more individualistic, which predates neoliberal policies. Key drivers are increased education, which has helped create citizens who are more critical of authority, but also more tolerant of individual differences; women have more independence; the car, television and the internet have increased people’s choices and people now feel they have the capacity to live as they choose and the right to do so. Well before the advent of neoliberalism, increasing living standards and modern technologies were also changing lifestyles; marriage break-up has become much more common, most of us no longer travel together on public transport, and our leisure time is more likely to be spent watching TV or a video, or using the internet, rather than engaging in community activities or even group activities in the home. With fewer opportunities for face-to-face contact with other people, it is not surprising that we have become more individualistic.
The loss of trust in government is also not a new phenomenon; many writers analysed it more than twenty years ago. According to Jane Mansbridge, it is the incapacity of governments to meet the different and typically incompatible expectations of different groups of citizens over a wide range of issues that are inherently insoluble that is most responsible for the decline in trust in government. In addition, in this century economic stagnation has meant that governments no longer meet the popular expectation that living standards will improve over time. Many people feel that they and their government have lost control over their destiny, and with that there is a tendency for governments to lose authority and trust. Perhaps not surprisingly, the people who feel most disempowered are those who have fallen behind economically. But whether these disempowered people have lost faith in government or faith in the elites whom they see as dominating government is a moot point.
Conclusion
Denniss states the curious opinion that “there has been no obsession among the political elite with the neoliberal goals of reducing government spending, regulation or tax collection over the past three decades.” But I don’t think that neoliberalism demands adherence to specific goals. Denniss also writes that “Paul Keating and former NSW premier Bob Carr were two prominent examples of a generation of ALP figures who passionately embraced some of the key tenets of neoliberalism, albeit in parallel with a strong welfare safety net and social wage.” As someone who worked closely with Paul Keating when he was prime minister, I have no doubt that he remained totally committed to traditional Labor goals, but he recognised that the best means of achieving them had to change with the times.
Denniss’s critique of neoliberalism presumes that it is some sort of government objective, in its own right. If that were true, it might be possible to argue that neoliberalism is to at least some extent responsible for the outcomes achieved. However, neoliberalism was never an objective of policy, nor strategy. Instead, improving markets is seen as a means to better achieve traditional government objectives.
Most importantly, policies described as neoliberal have aimed to improve the competitiveness and flexibility of Australian markets, and thanks to their success in this regard, Australia has managed to experience twenty-seven years of unbroken economic growth, something that Denniss fails to acknowledge in his critique. And although Denniss is no fan of improvements in material living standards, many Australian families say that they are struggling to meet their costs of living, and without this long period of growth, unemployment would be significantly higher.
Nor do I think that neoliberalism has had any major unintended consequences for our values. Australia remains a most egalitarian country. Our tax-transfer system is so highly targeted that it achieves more distribution than any other country in the world. It is true that conservatives support less redistribution than Labor, but that has always been the case, and even the conservatives have never radically changed the amount of redistribution achieved.
The so-called reform agenda of the current government and its business supporters, with its focus on tax cuts and reducing protections for workers, is not at all new. In fact, the acts of parliament covering taxation and industrial relations are the two most-amended pieces of legislation since Federation. What we are really seeing is the traditional conflict between labour and capital being played out in not very different ways.
Although it is easy to be critical of the present government’s agenda, or more accurately its lack of any agenda, that cannot realistically be attributed to neoliberalism. Instead, this government has allowed itself to become beholden to a very traditional set of conservative interests. These interests have nothing to do with neoliberal policies; indeed, these backwoods conservatives are usually opposed to any liberal policies and are only interested in promoting their own vested interests and finding scapegoats for anything that goes wrong.
Michael Keating
DEAD RIGHT
Correspondence
One curious feature of Richard Denniss’s critique of “neoliberalism” is that it seems to be calling for a decidedly conservative response. Denniss is concerned by the loss of trust in institutions, which he attributes to neoliberalism. It is interesting to identify the conservative nature of some of his concerns, and why a better understanding of conservative thought might shed some light on aspects of his critique.
Denniss suggests that the significance of the economic rationalists in the 1980s was that they “were putting a wider range of policies on the policy menu” but that, over time, “ideas of neoliberalism have been used to push all other options off that menu.”
If one reads the account in Paul Kelly’s The End of Certainty, what one finds is that the 1980s was more about responding to specific challenges than it was about creating a range of policy options. John Howard was prepared to support Bob Hawke and Paul Keating in addressing those specific challenges. It is true that this involved Howard’s coming to identify himself increasingly as an economic liberal. But Denniss seems to forget that when Howard reflected on his political thought, he tended to say that he was both an economic liberal and a social conservative.
What Howard meant by labelling himself a social conservative was that he was committed to Edmund Burke’s conception of society as formed by institutions: the constitution, parliament, the monarchy, the family, marriage, and organised (albeit not established) religion. Burkeans such as Howard say that society is possible because of the institutions through which people come together to affirm their shared values. These institutions enable people to form bonds of trust with other members of the institutions, precisely because they share their values, and to trust the institutions themselves because they affirm the shared values of a tradition. It is the loss of this trust that is one of the central themes of Denniss’s analysis.
Denniss says that “one of the great ironies of neoliberalism is that even though it was supported by many conservative Christians … it rendered many Christians unable to live by traditional Christian values.” Denniss’s conception of “neoliberalism” may well be inconsistent with traditional Christian values, but that does not mean that every form of economic liberalism is incompatible with traditional morality.
Howard’s two claims – that he was a social conservative and an economic liberal – were compatible because one could be committed to addressing the economic challenges of the 1980s through market reforms while retaining a commitment to the centrality of institutions for society. If “neoliberalism” is incompatible with a commitment to the central place of institutions in society, then Howard is evidently the kind of economic liberal who is not a “neoliberal.”
British MP, minister and author of Adam Smith: What He Thought and Why it Matters Jesse Norman was in Sydney earlier this year to deliver the second P.M. Glynn Lecture on Religion, Law and Public Life. Norman explained that Adam Smith gives us the idea of commercial society, and that capitalism emerges as one version of commercial society. Capitalism is not the only form that commercial society can take, and the excesses of an extreme form of capitalism, to which the global financial crisis was witness, are an invitation to return to its roots in commercial society, and to consider what form of commercial society might be best for society today.
Norman points out that although some recent versions of capitalism might have abandoned any notion of morality, this is not true of commercial society. Smith understood commercial society to be predicated upon moral institutions, and Norman urges us to embrace forms of commercial society that take seriously the role of moral, social and political institutions, rather than some debased form of capitalism that sees no place for such institutions in our life in common.
One of the hallmarks of neoliberalism, according to Denniss, is that it gives primacy to the need “to ‘grow our economy’ some more” rather than the need “to rebuild trust in our institutions and confidence in our country.” The obsession with economic growth seems to plague politicians on both sides of the political divide in Australia at the moment, so if this is a legacy of neoliberalism, it seems to have been bequeathed equally among the political class. However, the idea that the only way in which it is rational to discuss politics is in economic terms is not shared by all politicians.
It is particularly instructive to examine the way Tony Abbott writes about the Howard ministry’s achievements and, indeed, its weaknesses. As I explain in my book Abbott’s Right, Abbott maintained that, whatever the Howard ministry’s successes were (and he was in no doubt about these), there had been a failure of communication – at least in its dying days. The leaders, he conceded, had failed to explain to the people that the economic policy they were advocating was directed towards social ends, rather than merely an economic end. Abbott is very clear that ultimately economic policy must be justified in terms of social outcomes. If neoliberals succumb to the fallacy that the only rational way to discuss public policy is in terms of economics, then Abbott’s analysis is not neoliberal.
Denniss argues that neoliberalism has “stripped public debate of its intimate, personal and intangible characteristics.” Any cursory reading of Jesse Norman’s previous book, Edmund Burke: Philosopher, Politician, Prophet, will see that such “neoliberalism” bears no relation whatsoever to Burke’s understanding of the role of emotion – or temper – in statesmanship. More than that, the politicians whom Denniss seems to identify most closely with neoliberalism are in fact better understood in the mould of Burkean political thought: in his heyday, no one doubted that Howard understood the temper of the Australian people and was responsive to their intimate, personal and intangible characteristics.
Denniss also writes that “according to the neoliberal view of the world, fear, like greed, is good,” and cites Abbott’s approach to unemployment as an example of the use that can be made of fear in policy-making. This entirely misrepresents Abbott’s understanding of the dignity of work. He has a deep commitment to the importance of work, and this involves having regard for emotions such as fear and pride. Abbott believes that it is right that people take pride in providing for themselves and their families through the fruit of their labours, and it is natural that they should be afraid of losing this capacity. Burke tells us that leaders need to understand the way pride and fear operate among the people, if they want to be effective leaders of those people. This is not to glorify the role of fear in public life. It is to adopt an approach to public policy that is sensitive to the sources of fear and pride in people’s working lives. It is not to glorify fear as a political tool.
By the end of the essay, it is still not clear what neoliberalism is, and so it is not clear whether this category is intended to capture all forms of commercial society, or only certain extreme versions of capitalism. Consequently, it is not clear who in the Australian political landscape is captured by Denniss’s “neoliberalism.” Whoever they are, they are not people who share Burke’s commitment to social institutions or Smith’s commitment to commercial society. There may be reasons to reject the politics of Howard and Abbott, but it is not because they are neoliberals. Indeed, they share some of the concerns that seem to motivate Denniss’s critique of neoliberalism.
Denniss is dead right to warn us of the threat that a loss of trust in institutions poses for society. Implicit in his argument is that if we are concerned about what comes next, we need to return to the conservative tradition of Edmund Burke, which extols the importance of institutions, values and trust for society, and to Adam Smith’s commercial society predicated on moral institutions, rather than squabbling about whether the responses to the economic challenges of the 1980s have left us with an unhelpful approach that might – with some difficulty – be classified as “neoliberal.”
Damien Freeman
DEAD RIGHT
Correspondence
Richard Denniss’s Dead Right offers a burning critique of neoliberalism and a call to arms for our leaders to focus on making the country – and not just the economy – better. The essay lands some powerful punches, but at times I was left wondering what it was that Richard was actually fighting. As an argument for demoting the central role of economics in policy debate and design, the essay does not convince. But as a case for reforming institutions to curb the worst excesses of vested interest influence over policy, it is compelling indeed.
Richard defines neoliberalism as “all things small government” and the idea that “market forces are superior to government decision-making.” But he also slips in a very different concept: “the idea that’s what’s good for business is good for the country.”
Richard’s first definition of neoliberalism is all about competition and rugged individualism. It’s an Ayn Randesque world where private firms duke it out in a Darwinian battle for survival and governments “get out of the way” by reducing taxes and regulation. His second definition is crony capitalism writ large, with firms extracting special deals from government and profits growing ever larger at the expense of workers, consumers and taxpayers. But the first doesn’t have to imply the second.
He also draws out neoliberalism’s human toll: less time for barbeques and netball games, more time at the office. Less money for helping kids with cancer but more for maintaining subsidies for the fossil-fuel industries. The reader might be forgiven for thinking that Richard has fallen into the well-worn trap of using “neoliberalism” to mean “anything I don’t like.” Certainly, it would be difficult to find anyone rushing proudly to declare themselves a neoliberal under Richard’s broader definition.
But I – and I suspect many others – would be willing to be outed as what might be called “neoliberal lites.” (“Social liberalism” might be another term for this position but, like “neoliberalism,” it’s used too vaguely to be helpful, meaning all things to all people.)
We lites generally favour competition and markets. Competition among private providers is in most cases the best way to deliver better and more innovative products, and lower prices for consumers. Richard concedes that markets generally work better than central allocation – even for him, the idea of a fixed supply of public servant baristas pulling middling cappuccinos is a bridge too far.
Certainly, our heavily regulated world before the market-based reforms of the 1980s and 1990s was no consumer paradise. People sometimes waited weeks for the Telecom monopoly to connect the phone. Unmarried women couldn’t get home loans. Supermarkets closed by 4pm Monday to Friday and at noon on Saturdays.
But embracing competition is not the same as blind faith in market solutions or believing that we should “let the market rip” in all cases. The economist Oliver Hart won the Nobel Prize for highlighting the risks of “quality shading” when governments outsource public services. Private-sector operators might be more entrepreneurial, but some of their entrepreneurial spirit will be channelled into finding ways to cut costs and quality while remaining within the strict letter of their contract with government.
Neoliberal lites recognise that the risks of outsourcing to the private sector are much higher for services like aged care and child protection, where customers are vulnerable and it is difficult to specify and enforce service quality. Government or not-for-profit provision is almost always the right answer in sectors where poor service can risk lives or dignity and where monitoring costs are prohibitive. That a blind “private sector is best” mentality can lead to the terrible outcomes Richard compellingly documents would be no surprise to most economists.
Other markets require careful regulatory oversight. The privatisation of electricity poles and wires substantially lowered prices by reducing the gold plating and cost padding that occurred under government ownership. But flaws in the way the regulatory system was designed (including generous appeal rights and a naive Competition Tribunal) later saw prices head in the wrong direction. Ironically, the government-owned Queensland and NSW network providers proved the most rapacious exploiters of the system – a worthwhile reminder that government ownership is no panacea without well-designed regulation.
Richard’s essay provides little insight into how we should decide when government provision is best and when and how to regulate.
Lites also believe that incentives matter in policy design. That doesn’t mean we want to deny sick people health care or leave the jobless beneath the poverty line, as Richard claims. But it does mean recognising that all government decisions involve trade-offs. Governments can of course increase taxes to pay for more spending. But there’s no way around the fact that increasing most taxes comes at a cost. Higher taxes mean people work less or save and invest less. Free lunches are not always as delicious as they might seem. The reason so many economists drone on about tax reform is because we want to raise money to pay for social services in the way that creates the smallest drag on the economy.
Neoliberal lites embrace a proper analysis of costs and benefits. Richard is right that we shouldn’t ask technocrats to answer values questions. The size of government, how much we should redistribute income and the weight given to the interests of future generations are all issues for citizens and their elected representatives. But these values debates should not take place in an information vacuum.
The government is entitled to build inland rail or move the Pesticides and Veterinary Management Authority to Armidale, but surely citizens are entitled to know how much extra everyone else is paying for the promise of regional jobs in the (former) deputy prime minister’s electorate. Cost-benefit analysis works as a policy-maker’s Google Maps: it gives guidance on the best way to reach a destination and, importantly, the costs of deviating from the preferred route.
Richard claims that economic frameworks and language have narrowed the policy debate. Certainly, the constant (and sometimes content-free) calls to boost productivity are tiresome even for an economist. But the claim that economic reform advocates have convinced the media and the public that other debates are a distraction doesn’t ring true. Social policy reformers have chalked up a number of recent wins: the Victorian government legalised voluntary euthanasia, the NSW government legalised medical marijuana, and the Commonwealth government legislated for same-sex marriage after 62 per cent of Australians voted “yes” in a postal ballot. All of these took place against the backdrop of a wide-ranging (and generally constructive) public debate.
The economic language and tools that Richard derides are probably the most useful defence against the very real public policy concerns he articulates in his essay. Lites would be in furious agreement about the corrosive effects on policy when vested interests run roughshod over the national interest.
Economists have long warned of the danger of crony capitalism and the wastefulness of rent-seeking where firms channel their efforts into pushing for special favours from government rather than providing better service to their customers. Richard’s examples of coffee-cart-stifling cafe owners, militant pharmacists and overzealous patent protectors are but a few of the many business groups putting up their hands for more regulation where it suits their interests.
The Australian political system has proved a fertile ecosystem for rent-seekers. Australian political parties rely more heavily on private donations than those in most other developed nations. Lobby groups can pluck former ministers and their staff straight from office without any sanction. Outside of New South Wales, Queensland and the ACT, the public has no visibility over who meets with their elected representatives. While public servants can’t accept so much as a cup of coffee from a business because of the perceived risk of a conflict of interest, most of our elected representatives are free to accept as many overseas trips or tickets to major sporting events as they wish.
It’s no wonder Australians are cynical. More than half agree that government is run for a few big interests. And, according to the Australian Election Study 1987–2016, an alarming 74 per cent believe that people in government look after themselves. Richard is right that these perceptions of a rotten core contribute to a lack of trust in politicians and our system of government.
We can do more to blunt the power of vested interests in the political debate. A federal anti-corruption watchdog would help. So would restricting political expenditure to end the donations arms race, publishing ministerial diaries and enforcing waiting periods for ministers who want to move into lobbying roles. Boosting the advocacy capacity of smaller interest groups would reduce the undue influence of concentrated interests in much policy formation.
Ultimately, Richard’s essay doesn’t convince me that we need to throw the neoliberal market baby out with the crony capitalist bathwater. Promoting competition and harnessing market forces have generally served Australia well. Blind faith in markets and giving priority to vested interests over the national interest have not. By conflating the two, Richard misses the opportunity to show us how we can do economic policy better. And we need more economists of Richard’s calibre doing just that.
Danielle Wood
DEAD RIGHT
Correspondence
“If Australia was ever a workers’ paradise, it isn’t anymore.” Richard Denniss is among the nation’s more thoughtful commentators, and his essay Dead Right entertainingly skewers some of the cant and hypocrisy that pervades public policy debate. But it exaggerates economic problems and offers tired solutions that would make inequality worse.
“Neoliberalism,” which he defines as “the catch-all term for all things small government,” has progressively seeped into every crevice of society over the past thirty years, Dennis contends, enriching corporate interests at the expense of public services.
But it hasn’t: if anything, government spending and regulation have increased. If “neoliberalism” is to mean anything more than gouging, greed or “something we don’t like,” then it’s a lack of it that is eroding confidence in the status quo.
As Denniss contends, free markets are a tool to lower prices and increase quality. When they work, they are brilliant: think food or cars. When they don’t, rent-seeking ensues.
Denniss’s essay makes several terrific points about how the simplistic application of free-market ideas, dressed up as a quest for “competitiveness” alongside tendentious “modelling,” has sometimes led to poor outcomes for consumers. These points are marred, however, by a snarky style that seems to cast advocates of free markets as villains – without compassion for refugees, the unemployed or the disabled, for instance. “We wouldn’t want to give sick people the wrong incentives, would we?” he writes sarcastically.
And by a few errors, perhaps owing to hasty research: most of the references are to newspaper articles. “[Australia] is a country full of busy, stressed and insecure people … too busy to play footy, cricket or netball on the weekends,” he writes, adding that Australians “work some of the longest hours in the developed world.”
Yet Australia is still a paradise for workers, relatively, having among the highest minimum wages in the world. We work an average of just under thirty-six hours a week, or fewer than one-third of daylight hours – hardly drudgery. Mexicans, Turks and Colombians work more than forty-five, according to the OECD’s figures.
Importantly, headlines about real wage growth don’t paint the whole picture, because new and improved digital technology isn’t being adequately factored into price indices, as Harvard’s Martin Feldstein recently pointed out, which leaves growth in living standards looking tardier than it really is.
Denniss romanticises 1950s industrial laws, but I’d rather be an Australian worker today. GDP per person has increased 63 per cent since 1987 alone, he notes. Neoliberalism’s supposed triumph has accompanied a dramatic improvement in quality of life for most people.
Cost-of-living pressures have been greatest for those goods and services subsidised, regulated or provided by government: education, health, child care. Government-owned central banks have kneecapped housing affordability by keeping interest rates artificially low.
Meanwhile, government spending continues to soak up more and more national income. As a share of GDP, it’s increased from around 22 per cent at the end of the Whitlam government to 25 per cent today. The National Disability Insurance Scheme, which will cost more than $20 billion a year, is almost certain to see that ratio tick higher. Both major political parties are promising to increase income tax as a share of the economy, the Liberals a little more slowly.
Is this rampant neoliberalism?
In fact, Joseph Schumpeter’s expectation that free-market economies would become sclerotic, bogged down by public and private bureaucracy, appears to be coming true as more and more of us work for government directly or indirectly, or for giant oligopolies that function similarly.
Denniss’s proposals include a sovereign wealth fund and more government agencies, including a federal anti-corruption commission and a new “national interest commission,” all alongside a new “charter of rights.” These would be a certain boon for lawyers, the senior executive service and financiers, but not for ordinary people.
His proposal to increase the number of MPs is interesting. “The greater the distance between our politicians and ourselves, the greater the influence the media, lobbyists and party officials have,” he notes.
The essay is strongest on the inconsistency of advocates for privatisation, who argue the state isn’t competent to run a business but is somehow competent to regulate new profit and bonus-maximising owners. “You get exactly the same electrons out of exactly the same wires … All the costs of marketing this essential service, and all the profits extracted by all the competitors, are passed on to consumers in the form of higher prices,” Denniss says, referring to increasingly dysfunctional electricity markets.
A free market only works effectively when prices are salient, when customers understand the product or service as well as sellers, and when there are many of both.
As Denniss argues, these conditions are far from satisfied in many cases, such as electricity or financial services, which enjoy vast implicit subsidies and exhibit little genuine competition. Too often, policy-making in Australia has naively assumed well-meaning policies wouldn’t be severely abused. Funding for vocational training springs to mind. This isn’t neoliberalism so much as stupidity.
Pejorative labels don’t help the critique much. The terms “left-wing” and “right-wing” are increasingly meaningless; society is divided more and more by insiders with connections and fat salaries sustained by various streams of economic rent – and everyone else.
Nevertheless, some of the blame for what Denniss decries must be sheeted home to those who put themselves in the former category. Identity politics has so consumed many on the left – with Denniss, it must be said, an honourable exception – that there’s little time left to protect policy-making from those who would abuse Adam Smith quotes to further their own interests. Keeping prices down and quality up is the best way to help ordinary workers and the unemployed.
Adam Creighton
DEAD RIGHT
Correspondence
“Remind me again how socialism causes lines,” I texted to my husband as I stood in a forty-minute queue in a car rental agency at Denver International Airport a few weeks ago. He was sitting on a bench outside the building, in the sunshine, minding our luggage. He definitely had the better end of the deal.
There we were, in the supposed home of laissez-faire capitalism, waiting in a long line for a car we had prebooked, because the big car rental company we were patronising had no reason to improve its customer service. The car rental industry in America is overregulated and dominated by a handful of companies. These companies know that customers have to cop long waits. Market rules and regulations don’t allow innovative competitors to emerge that might provide customers with a more efficient service.
Richard Denniss’s essay Dead Right provides similar examples of how private businesses in Australia rely on market rules, often set by right-wing governments, that protect their market share and increase their profits at the expense of consumers.
This is not very neoliberal.
In the past few years, a great deal has been written critiquing neoliberalism and pronouncing it dead. The rise of protectionism and the rejection of global free trade in countries like the United States and Britain is meant to prove that neoliberalism is a failed project.
Denniss’s essay doesn’t exactly traverse this path. His aim is not to demonstrate that neoliberalism itself has failed, but rather to show that the right wing of politics has killed it off. The wider community no longer believes neoliberal claims, Denniss argues, because people can see that the political right has been using neoliberal arguments to run down public institutions while giving market advantage and public money to their friends in big business.
Consider the Coalition government’s recent announcement of $444 million, described by the former prime minister as “the single biggest contribution and investment in the Great Barrier Reef ever.” The purpose of the funding is to help arrest recent environmental damage to the Great Barrier Reef and safeguard this significant natural asset into the future.
However, the government bypassed the public agencies with direct responsibility for the Reef, like the CSIRO and the Great Barrier Reef Marine Park Authority, and instead awarded all 444 million taxpayer dollars to a private organisation, the Great Barrier Reef Foundation.
The Great Barrier Reef Foundation is a creature of the private sector. It is backed by big mining companies like BHP and Rio Tinto, energy companies like AGL, ConocoPhillips and Peabody Energy, three of the big four banks, and industry bodies like the Business Council of Australia.
The Coalition government undertook no advertised grant application or tender process for this funding. According to evidence given to Senate hearings, the government didn’t consult with either the Authority, the CSIRO or the Foundation’s board until after it decided to give the Foundation the money. The CEO of the Foundation, Anna Marsden, described the grant, which is fifty-five times its 2016 budget, as “like we’ve just won lotto.”
The government says the reason it directed the funds to the Foundation rather than the Authority is because the Foundation will be able to “leverage” additional money from other businesses for the reef. Yet there is little evidence the Foundation has the capacity to do so, and no indication how much money that leverage could generate for the reef.
With this one announcement, the government has placed the future of a World Heritage site in private hands, and a huge wad of public money in the Foundation’s bank account.
The Great Barrier Reef Foundation has six full-time employees. When questioned at Senate estimates as to how the government could have confidence that a small organisation could manage such a large grant of government funds and implement the necessary environmental protection programs on behalf of taxpayers, a Department of the Environment official, Stephen Oxley, said:
We had a look at the overall composition of the board … there is a long list of people who have extensive experience in the corporate and philanthropic and research science sectors who collectively are, I think, very well-regarded Australians, and I think we can be reasonably confident in their capacity to oversee the operations of the foundation.
A few weeks later, the ACCC charged Great Barrier Reef Foundation board director Stephen Roberts with criminal cartel offences related to his time as country head at Citigroup. By the next day, Mr Roberts had stepped down from the Foundation’s board and his name and picture were removed from its website.
A Senate inquiry into the Great Barrier Reef Foundation grant is now underway. What should have been a positive announcement for the Reef is turning into a headache for the Coalition government, and another big blow to neoliberalism’s reputation.
Denniss considers what we should do in the wake of neoliberalism’s demise. I hope that the death of neoliberalism might lead to a more vibrant, creative, imaginative political discussion. Neoliberalism relies on fear to narrow our political debate to suit its terms: the range of policy options is artificially limited by dire warnings of lost credit ratings, debt and deficit emergencies, and lost competitiveness. These things are important, but they should not be considered in isolation, or over and above other options that could be on the table.
For example, the right wing of politics is constantly pointing to the United States, claiming we need to cut our company tax rate because that country has done so. Why don’t we ever seriously debate other examples? Scandinavian countries make different choices to the US when it comes to corporate and personal tax rates and social services spending, and their nations have some of the happiest populations on earth. Surely our political debate can consider a wider range of options than the neoliberal prescription.
The fact that Labor has been able to take on one of the “sacred cows” of Australian politics by proposing to curtail negative gearing without igniting a massive scare campaign suggests that the political dynamic in our country is changing – I say for the better.
Still, there are risks ahead for Australian democracy and political debate. The Business Council of Australia isn’t taking the death of neoliberalism lying down: instead, the BCA seeks to reincarnate neoliberalism in a more community-friendly guise. It recently set up an innocuous-sounding community organisation called Centre Ground as a front group. Centre Ground is wholly owned by the BCA, and Andrew Bragg, a former Liberal Party executive director and current BCA executive director for members, is one of Centre Ground’s directors.
Centre Ground’s main activity is to run a phoney grassroots campaign called “For the Common Good.” Designed to look and sound like a real community campaign (a tactic known as “astroturfing”), For the Common Good supports pro-business policies. The Common Good campaign pushed for a change to South Australian trading hours in that state’s recent elections. The BCA didn’t acknowledge its sponsorship of the Common Good campaign in South Australia until ten days after the polls closed. Similarly, voters in the recent Tasmanian and Queensland by-elections who saw Common Good advertising would not have been easily able to identify that the BCA was behind these efforts.
A healthy democracy requires transparency. Such attempts by political actors like the BCA to obscure their sponsorship and motivations should concern us.
While Denniss does not mention the BCA’s astroturfing efforts, he does dwell on the need to bolster our democratic system and safeguard it from veiled interference, especially online. He argues that we ought to focus on strengthening our democracy to empower the many over vested interests.
I think this is right. I agree with Denniss that we can never take for granted that the particular characteristics of Australian democracy – such as compulsory voting and compulsory preferential voting – are permanent and enduring. It is fundamental that our citizens understand and value these strengths.
I would add to Denniss’s list the independent Australian Electoral Commission, which allows us to avoid the partisan gerrymandering that occurs in the United States. Our democracy would be further strengthened with more timely transparency, if not immediate disclosure, of political donations. Federally, we should also consider caps on political expenditure and donations, as some Australian states have done. And, of course, we should implement a ban on foreign donations.
I wholeheartedly endorse Denniss’s call for a national federal corruption body. In February 2018, Labor announced that in government we will create the National Integrity Commission.
I also agree with Denniss that plebiscites may well be a way to revive Australians’ interest and trust in political decisions. In the wake of the Irish vote in the same-sex marriage referendum, I proposed that a plebiscite might be a way through the Australian federal parliament’s impasse on marriage equality. I later accepted the argument from many in the LGBTIQ community that the unnecessary public debate a plebiscite would prompt could harm vulnerable young people. In addition, I know from experience in 2010, when my government oversaw a conscience vote in the NSW Parliament on same-sex adoption, that MPs can and do manage such debates thoughtfully. Nonetheless, the idea of more plebiscites in Australia is worthwhile. The fact remains that the plebiscite on marriage equality gave power to the Australian people to take action after the Coalition refused to let the parliament do its job and legislate for same-sex marriage. Should Labor win the next election, we will take a plebiscite to the people to ask if Australia should become a republic.
While Denniss argues that neoliberalism is dead, he accepts that it may not yet be buried. There are some upcoming tests of its vitality.
For two years, the Coalition government has run a campaign to cut the corporate tax rate, arguing that the way to create “jobs and growth” is to give an $80 billion handout to business in the form of a corporate tax cut. The private sector will solve the problem, the government says, if we just give them a break on their taxes.
Unsurprisingly, the biggest cheerleader for the government’s proposed corporate tax cut is the Business Council of Australia. Twice in the past year, I asked the BCA to name just one country in the world where cutting the corporate tax rate led to higher wages for workers. Twice it failed to answer the question.
Earlier this year in the United States, the Trump company tax cuts came into effect. What has happened in the months since? Wages and investment have declined. Dividends to shareholders and executive pay have increased. Consider Harley-Davidson: one month after the Trump tax cuts came into effect, Harley-Davidson shut a factory in Missouri, put 800 Americans out of work, spent $700 million on share buybacks, increased dividends to shareholders and announced it was opening a factory in Thailand.
My favourite critique of the Coalition government’s proposed corporate tax cut comes from The Australian’s economics editor, Adam Creighton. In February 2018, he drew inspiration from the “underpants gnomes” in the satirical television cartoon South Park to ridicule the idea that cutting corporate tax rates leads to wage growth:
These fictitious creatures had a shonky business plan: Phase 1 was “collect underpants,” Phase 3 was “profits.” But when pressed by the character Kyle about Phase 2, how the collected underpants would actually lead to profit, the gnomes couldn’t explain but pressed on regardless.
It’s a bit like the government’s plan to cut corporate tax. Phase 1 is cutting the company tax rate to 25 per cent by 2026 and Phase 3 is higher wages. Phase 2 is unclear. Is it “capital deepening” or “investment,” or some sort of weird, unenforceable social contract that businesses will raise the wages of workers out of the goodness of their heart? Voters seem suspicious of all of them.
Australians know that economic inequality is widening. We see the scale of multinational tax avoidance. We are aware that wealthy people have access to rules and mechanisms to reduce their tax obligations. Middle- and low-income workers increasingly understand that tax cuts for the top end of town will not flow through to the average household budget. We don’t need to hear the IMF assessment that trickle-down theory is discredited. We know, after years of listening to broken promises from the right wing of politics, that fairness doesn’t trickle down.
Denniss points out that many Australians seem responsive to Labor’s renewed focus on reducing economic inequality and investing in public services. Policies such as removing most dividend imputation cash refunds and limiting the use of family trusts to minimise tax obligations seem to resonate with the community, especially when such policies sit alongside increased public investment in health, education and infrastructure.
The next general election will be a referendum on these issues.
Kristina Keneally
DEAD RIGHT
Correspondence
As Richard Denniss observes, the ideology of neoliberalism – or, in common Australian parlance, “economic rationalism” – a set of ideas so dominant as to seem like common sense, at least to the political class, has, quite suddenly, lost its grip on thinking about public policy.
The political right in Australia now routinely advocates government intervention to achieve all kinds of goals, from the preservation of coal-fired electricity generation to the construction of sporting stadiums. The Labor Party, which took the lead in the early years of neoliberal reform, has shifted even further, advocating higher taxes on companies and high-income taxpayers to fund measures like the NDIS and Gonski programs.
On the other hand, as Denniss notes, neoliberalism (like every other ideology in history) has never been applied in its purest forms. Cosy deals with favoured businesses on the one hand and occasional gestures towards social equity on the other can be observed through the 1980s, 1990s and 2000s. What, if anything, is different today?
Before starting, it’s important to distinguish between “hard” neoliberalism and the “soft” neoliberalism sometimes called the “Third Way.” Hard neoliberalism, most prominently represented by Margaret Thatcher, combined market-oriented policies of privatisation and pro-business regulation with attacks on social welfare and regressive income redistribution. Its high point in Australia was the Fightback! package put forward by John Hewson in 1993. Following the unexpected defeat of Fightback!, John Howard and Peter Costello pursued a more cautious version of the same agenda.
In contrast, soft neoliberalism involved an attempt to soften the impact of neoliberal policies by strengthening the welfare “safety net” and maintaining some progressivity in the tax system. The successive versions of the Accord under the Hawke government were the most notable embodiment of soft neoliberalism in Australia. Within the Hawke government, there was a sustained tension between the soft neoliberalism of the Accord and the hard neoliberalism of Paul Keating and Peter Walsh.
From the 1980s to the global financial crisis, the range of opinion from “hard” to “soft” neoliberalism defined the Overton Window, representing the range of opinions that could be taken seriously within the Australian political class. As Laura Tingle observed as recently as 2015, in her Quarterly Essay Political Amnesia, to argue against economic rationalism was to invite “ridicule or contempt.” In retrospect, the fact that such arguments were even deemed worthy of mention was an indicator that the grip of economic rationalism was loosening.
In both its hard and soft forms, neoliberalism was an elite project relying on a broad consensus within the political class. Neoliberalism never attracted strong public support; rather, it relied on acquiescence and acceptance of Thatcher’s dictum that “there is no alternative,” acronymically abbreviated as TINA.
But in the wake of the global financial crisis, even that acquiescence disappeared. For a political class still saturated in neoliberal ideas, this represented a crisis of legitimacy. The public was no longer listening to talk about markets and choice, but the political class was still in thrall to these ideas. Again, Laura Tingle captured the problem (from the perspective of the political class) in her 2012 Quarterly Essay, Great Expectations.
The breakdown of neoliberalism, in Australia and throughout the English-speaking world, has been most dramatic on the political right. In the absence of mass enthusiasm for neoliberalism, the right has long relied for electoral support on a combination of class support from big and small business, hostility towards trade unions, and appeals to social attitudes which could, until recently, be described as “conservative,” including attachment to the monarchy, traditional family values and faith in strong leaders. Where necessary, these were backed up by appeals to racial and religious bigotry, sometimes overt, but mostly coded as opposition to “political correctness.”
Taken together, one might call this “default identity politics.” It’s the inverse image of what’s commonly referred to as “identity politics,” based on membership of a minority or (in the case of gender) underrepresented group. The default identity is one that is taken to be typical of people in the country concerned, and entitled to deference from others who differ in various ways from the default.
The core claim of default identity politics is that these “real Australians” (or “real Americans,” etc. have been ignored and overridden by a minority who do not share their values – radicals, foreigners, elites and so on. Although this theme is an old one, going back to Robert Menzies’ “forgotten people,” it has gained in intensity as the population has become more diverse, with the result that only a minority of people fit the default identity.
The result has been a proliferation of minor parties, of the far right, right and centre right. Examples in the last two Senates include Pauline Hanson’s One Nation; Australian Conservatives; the Palmer United Party, aka the United Australia Party; Family First; Katter’s Australian Party; and Derryn Hinch’s Justice Party. Some of these parties represent specific components of the right-wing base, some are personal vehicles for aspiring demagogues and some a mixture of the two.
Although not a major source of electoral support, the coherent policy direction of neoliberalism provided the glue that held this coalition together. The collapse of faith in neoliberalism has dissolved the glue.
Abbott’s term as leader of the Opposition and then as prime minister completed the eclipse of neoliberalism. Consider his three-word slogans: “Axe the Tax,” “Stop the Boats” and “Fix the Debt.” Axe the Tax represented Abbott’s rejection of a market-based response to climate change. Stop the Boats was a gesture to the prejudices of the base. Fix the Debt was code for the neoliberal program embodied in the Commission of Audit report and Joe Hockey’s 2014 Budget. But the message was too deeply hidden for the voters to understand that Abbott’s promises to protect public expenditure were (in the terminology made famous by John Howard) “non-core.” Once the 2014 Budget failed, concerns about neoliberal orthodoxy were finished.
In particular, concerns about the “level playing field” disappeared. Industries were supported or punished according to their position in Abbott’s culture war politics. The vehicle industry was punished because the companies were seen as being in league with the unions. Coal was promoted, while solar energy was denounced. Even more absurdly, bogus claims about the health risks of sound from wind turbines were promoted by the very same people who had spent decades deriding environmental concerns of all kinds.
Abbott’s replacement by Malcolm Turnbull seemed to promise the possibility of a shift to soft neoliberalism. Turnbull had mouthed all the right words during his previous stint as leader and throughout his period in the wilderness. As prime minister, however, he turned out to stand for nothing except handouts to his own class. He embraced, or acquiesced in, climate-science denialism, culture wars on marriage and refugees, and, finally, outright racism.
The change is evident in a comparison with the first upsurge of One Nation in the late 1990s. At that time, the mainstream conservative parties had enough self-confidence to reject Hanson. Strikingly, Tony Abbott led a legal vendetta against Hanson, which led to her being jailed for supposed violations of electoral law (the charges were, quite properly, overturned on appeal).
By contrast, the second time around, the LNP was eager to find that Hanson had “matured.” In reality, Hanson’s racism and bigotry were more entrenched than ever, but were now in tune with those of the dominant groups in the LNP base, led, ironically, by Tony Abbott.
On the left, the picture during the era of neoliberalism was a mirror image of that on the right. Under Hawke and Keating, Labor led the way in promoting a soft version of neoliberalism. Environmentalists, feminists and old-fashioned Labor voters might have been disillusioned by the politics of privatisation and deregulation but they had nowhere else to go. Labor lost support to the Greens but got most of it back in second preferences.
In the wake of the global financial crisis, the contradictions emerged in full force. After Kevin Rudd’s brief flirtation with a reinvigorated social democracy in his Monthly essay on the crisis, Labor retreated to the familiar ground of soft neoliberalism for the remainder of its time in office.
Yet in the last few years, the spell of neoliberalism has faded. Labor has proposed higher taxes and increased public expenditure, and has largely, though not entirely, repudiated privatisation and asset sales. There hasn’t been any obvious electoral cost to this; rather, Labor has been consistently ahead in Newspolls federally and has gained ground at the state level.
This process has been far from painless. There have also been some curious realignments. Bill Shorten, long seen as a right-wing opportunist, has taken a series of stands bolder than anything seen from Labor in decades. Meanwhile, Anthony Albanese, long the darling of the party’s progressive membership, has attacked Shorten from the right, calling for pro-business economic policies and surrender to Turnbull’s class war. Overall, however, the shift away from soft neoliberalism is unmistakable.
Why has the realignment gone more smoothly on the left than on the right? In part, the breakdown on the right has assisted the process of change on the left. The collapse of hard neoliberalism has undermined the capacity of the right to make any coherent argument on economic policy. It’s obvious, for example, from the Turnbull government’s flailing around on tax policy that the cuts it eventually introduced were driven by class interest rather than by any real faith in markets.
In part, it’s a matter of generational turnover, as leaders whose political views were formed in the economic upheaval of the 1970s and 1980s pass from the scene. These leaders were saturated in neoliberal ideology and took as obvious common sense the worship of financial markets central to that ideology. Younger activists, who have experienced the chaos and corruption of weakly regulated financial markets, find laughable the idea that the fluctuations of these markets represent the considered judgment of experts.
It is important not to be complacent about this. Bad as hard neoliberalism was, its collapse has opened the way for the darker and more dangerous forces of racism and bigotry, which now dominate the political right in Australia, and around the world. In the long run, these forces will be defeated, as they always have been. But the damage that can be done in the meantime is huge.
It is clear, however, that a policy of cautious compromise is not going to work. The only alternative to the right-wing politics of fear is a left-wing politics of hope.
John Quiggin
DEAD RIGHT
Correspondence
Right at the beginning of this essay we are told that neoliberalism is “the catch-all term for all things small government.” Later, on page 18, we are told convincingly that “Australian politics isn’t about ideology, it is about interests.” I assume from the context that “neoliberalism” is the ideology the author is writing about. Since neoliberalism has numerous definitions and interpretations in the world (notably in Latin America), it is thus best to ignore this confusing, ghastly term and get down to business. What really matters in Australia and other countries are “interests.” Possibly there is no relevant ideology governing our rulers other than self-interest (of individuals, groups and companies).
The author is concerned with the harmful influence and language of our political and business right-wing advocates and commentators. Call them the “elite.” Possibly this language masquerades as ideology and obscures the importance of their “interests.” There are two issues he discusses. I think both are extremely important.
The first concerns the size of government and (in the views of the elite) the need to keep this size as low as possible, for whatever reason. It is a right-wing obsession. This also involves the desirability of shifting many activities from government to privatisation. If one judges episodes of privatisation by the actual effects on costs and quality of services received by consumers, we have important examples in Australia of extreme failure. The author refers to these, and it seems to me that more detailed and comprehensive analysis of such private-sector failures is needed. But the evidence so far is remarkable. Well-known cases in Australia are the privatisation of national electricity supply and the privatisation of vocational training and education. What has gone wrong in these cases and why do measures that foster competition among private providers often fail?
Most recently, right-wing elements of the Liberal Party have apparently proposed that there is no “economic” justification for the Australian Broadcasting Commission (ABC). This seems to imply that it should be privatised (or even abolished). This is likely to be widely discussed, so it just comes under this general category of reducing the size of government. Australia’s right-wingers seem to have an obsession in this area. Are government agencies really so bad? And who would gain from ABC privatisation? In this case, as others, there is a notable use or possibly misuse of the term “economic.”
The second big issue has to do with the national budget. As Denniss writes, “reducing the budget deficit is very, very important.” It is what “neoliberals really seem to believe.” He notes that whenever some social spending (that he approves of) is proposed, the so-called neoliberals (meaning the right-wing elite) oppose it for the sake of avoiding or reducing a budget deficit. But then, he points out (and elaborates), they find many ways of spending for purposes they approve of, while opposing expenditures for social purposes.
There is no doubt that this essay by Denniss conveys an impression of bias on the part of its author, but as a reader of Murdoch’s The Australian I am inured to that from the other side. The author covers many interesting issues: for example, the difficulties of devising adequate rules and regulations to protect consumers in a “free” market, and why some monopolies are inevitable.
An ambitious final chapter, “Government Is Good,” is well worth thinking about, though, admittedly, I am somewhat sceptical. In this chapter, Denniss is full of ideas. He thinks there is too much emphasis on increasing the rate of growth, and especially that there is a tendency to blame the unemployed for their unemployment. He wants to see re-established a broad debate about the national interest. Strikingly and convincingly, he argues that the right-wing war on government and tax is, in reality, a war on democracy. He wants to see a revitalisation of faith in democracy, and he thinks there is a need for an improvement in the popular education of democratic processes. And, in addition to all that, he wants a whole lot of new institutions: a charter of rights, a national interest commission (to guide on what is good for the country), a federal corruption watchdog, a sovereign wealth fund, and – surprise, surprise – an end of talk about the economy all the time. The following sums up his ambitious message: “For thirty years our elected leaders have endlessly debated what is good for business or good for the economy, but it is time that we commenced a broader debate about what is good for the nation.”
He seems to be somewhat uncomfortable with the Productivity Commission, though some of his proposals go close to expanding the Commission’s activities. One of his ambitious suggestions for comprehensive reviews comes close to the Commission’s comprehensive “Shifting the Dial” review.
With some reservations, I would certainly recommend Denniss’s essay, especially the last chapter, to anyone (especially politicians) who wants to sponsor non-economic but radical social and administrative reforms in Australia.
W. Max Corden
DEAD RIGHT
Correspondence
Now, I am no defender of neoliberalism – the precise opposite – but judging from this essay, neoliberalism is under no threat.
Early in my career as an adviser, I was writing a speech for my boss. I ran an early draft past an older hand, who told me: “Whenever you get to a weak point in your argument, you attack Margaret Thatcher or the Tories. Cut out the attacks and strengthen your argument!” That advice has rung in my ears ever since when drafting polemic texts. It is a profound shame that apparently no one has ever taken Richard Denniss aside and given him similar advice. I am sure that somewhere in this rant that masquerades as an essay there is an argument, but you would be hard pressed to find it. Instead, the words “neoliberal” and “neoliberalism” are used incontinently – over one hundred times, nearly twice a page.
Of course, this is an essay on “how neoliberalism ate itself,” so one expects the word to be used. But there is a gap at the centre of Denniss’s argument: he fails to define his terms. He wants to slay a dragon, but to defeat an argument you need to articulate it, and in this essay you search and search for a credible definition of “neoliberalism” in vain. It flickers in and out of sight, always in the distance and on the horizon, but – to paraphrase Gertrude Stein – when you think you’ve got there, “there’s no there there.”
It would be tedious to give all of the competing and conflicting definitions of “neoliberalism” that Denniss uses, but here’s a short list. Neoliberalism is:
- small government
- sponsorship of museums
- looking out for yourself
- the last thirty years of Australian government
- outsourcing public services
- cultural change of hearts and minds
- the profit motive
- measuring efficiency and quality
- the assertion “there is no alternative”
- reducing the budget deficit and public spending
- cutting regulation
- the idea that market forces are superior to government decision-making.
I could go on, and indeed Denniss does, but unlike him I care too much for the reader.
Simply put, neoliberalism is whatever he dislikes, not just from time to time but from paragraph to paragraph. The saddest thing is that he knows that this is a candidate for the Miles Franklin Award rather than a serious piece of political commentary, writing at one point: “the policy agenda of neoliberalism has never been broadly applied in Australia.” Showstopper, much?
Perhaps you think I’m being unfair. Let me quote some key extracts. Unlike many miserabilists, he does offer a potential solution, but it is as opaque as it is vague: “So, what is to be done? Embrace populism.”
Populism, you won’t be surprised, goes undefined.
Denniss does, though, promote a reform agenda. Quixotically, he argues for more pollies: “While neoliberalism has trained us to think we already waste too much money on politicians, the fact is we have not nearly enough of them for them to do their jobs well.”
And his radical policy agenda? Front and centre is euthanasia:
The overwhelming majority of Australians support voluntary euthanasia. But as with equal marriage, historical and cultural legacies in the major parliamentary parties mean that passing laws that give people suffering chronic pain a degree of choice (a very neoliberal benefit) is currently beyond most of our parliaments. A free vote or plebiscite on such an issue would almost certainly lead to significant change that would appeal both to libertarians and to most people concerned with social justice.
As the senior bureaucrat says in Yes, Prime Minister, “Bold.” This is far from the most urgent of the challenges facing Australia in the twenty-first century, as even Denniss agrees, judging from the pressing problems he lists in his essay.
What is the fundamental problem of this essay? The clue is evident throughout in the constant reference to impersonal authority:
- “neoliberalism has succeeded”
- “neoliberalism has trained us”
- “neoliberalism has made us more selfish”
- “if neoliberalism has taught us anything”
- “[neoliberalism] laid claim to words like ‘efficiency,’ ‘productivity’ and ‘growth’”.
This is remarkable. Everything is done to Australia, but no one is doing it. In the language of the playground, “A big boy did it and he ran away.”
This is the fundamental problem. Politics, in the end, is about choices and the allocation of resources – across ages, genders, regions and so on. Politics is about agency – and Denniss denies that to anyone in Australia. Things just happen – like the weather in Britain. Worse, his comically inept inability to define neoliberalism means that he allows a genuinely destructive mode of politics and economics to escape criticism. At one stage, Denniss seems to believe that neoliberalism can be defined as caring about value for money. On the one hand, for anyone who has ever had to balance a bank account, that is laughable. On the other, it is a massive concession – if that’s what he thinks neoliberalism is, then it makes sense to almost everyone. Hands up who wants government to waste money? In fighting shadows, Denniss legitimises what he opposes.
As he writes at one point, “Words matter.” And, as Freud would have recovgnised, Denniss’s own words are the most revealing:
The political right is hoist with its own petard. They were willing to destroy much of the public’s faith in experts and institutions to protect their friends in the fossil-fuel industry from what were, in theory, neoliberal policy tools such as the carbon tax and the mining tax.
The carbon tax and the mining tax are, of course, not neoliberal – they are simply market mechanisms. Here’s the rub: Denniss’s essay is not about neoliberalism at all. It’s about conservatism as an ideology – and its failure in Australia. Properly written, it would be a fascinating piece. But, for some reason, he feels the need to assert that Hawke, Keating, Howard, Rudd and Gillard – five very different prime ministers, four of them Labor – all governed according to a single neoliberal ideology. He is, to coin a phrase, Dead Wrong.
John McTernan
MOMENT OF TRUTH
Response to Correspondence
The question took me aback. A listener phoned an ABC talkback session on the need for progress on Indigenous recognition and truth-telling about Australia’s history. “Why do Aboriginal people hate us?” he asked impassively. My reply probably sounded curt. “You’re wrong,” I said. “Judging from my experience with Aboriginal people, they don’t hate you or any other Australian.” Reflecting on the conversation afterwards, I realised that merely to suggest we should acknowledge the brutality of Australia’s foundation was enough to make some Australians feel persecuted. I also thought of the things I should have tried to explain: the difference between anger and hatred, the connection between the historical experience of Indigenous Australians in the wake of colonisation and the “powerlessness” they feel in the present, and the challenge that truth-telling entailed – having both the “capacity” and “will” to listen. Truth-telling is not a trial. No one will be placed in the dock. No one will be convicted and no one will be sentenced. But the fear is palpable. As Jill Gallagher knows, “talk of massacres and dispossession still frightens a lot of people in this country, especially on Capital Hill.”
Over the past few months, I’ve learnt as much from speaking about my Quarterly Essay as I did from writing it. Some of the questions that came my way have reminded me of the vulnerability many Australians feel when they confront the reality of the violence in Australia’s history. Faced with the knowledge of dispossession, their tenure seems even more fragile. Damien Williams is right when he suggests that “the biggest hurdles that a truth commission would face are the ingrained feelings of shame, anger and denial that recognition of Aboriginal people still provoke in the hearts of some Australians.” These emotions apply not only to truth-telling, but also, as Alan Atkinson notes, to the idea that Indigenous Australians should be given “a specific role in governance,” which, like the term “First Nations,” can be seen as “a sort of heresy” that “offends Australians’ sense of national unity.” The scale of the challenge is enormous.
Travelling around the country, I met many people who had never heard of the Uluru Statement from the Heart. “What’s that?” asked three university graduates in their mid to late twenties. This unfamiliarity was not necessarily accompanied by indifference or hostility. On the contrary, after I’d explained, it was usually followed by a desire to know more. Yet clearly those garnering support for Indigenous recognition, whatever form it finally takes, must, as Luke Stegemann reminds us, reach the “countless thousands [for whom the debate] barely registers.” Like Grace Karskens’ educated theatre-goer who had never heard of frontier massacres and was consequently “divorced from understanding the trauma” that accompanied them, the Australian electorate cannot be persuaded to support Indigenous recognition without at least a basic understanding of Aboriginal cultures before 1788 and the struggle they have faced to survive since then. It’s here that the need for genuine political leadership and truth-telling is crucial.
Rarely a day passes without someone complaining about the quality of our political leaders, particularly the governing cabal in Canberra. They lack “vision.” They are more interested in their own survival than the country’s future. Riven by internal ideological differences and personal rivalries, they are short-sighted, self-regarding and spineless. It’s a sadly familiar and all-too-accurate refrain. We’ve spent so long without true leadership that we’ve almost forgotten its potential. What exactly might genuine political leadership mean for the campaign for Indigenous recognition? It would contribute to building a bank of knowledge, empathy and understanding regarding Australian history, and help to counter what Karskens calls “the absence of shared understandings of Australian history and the true costs of colonisation.” In short, it would help to assuage ignorance, fear and hostility. Delivering the annual Reconciliation Lecture at the Australian National University in Canberra in February, the Indigenous leader Peter Yu explained why Australia desperately needs political leaders who will champion truth-telling regarding Australia’s history.
If we are going to transcend this nation’s bloodstained history of violent dispossession and exclusion of Indigenous people and become, as the Dalai Lama has suggested we could be, a beacon of light to the world, we must embark on a national commitment to learn and understand our history. This is what the Uluru Statement has called for as a fundamental aspect of reconciliation and treaty-making … Without a deep and meaningful understanding of this nation’s history, I don’t believe we will achieve national reconciliation. There simply will not be the appetite or passion for substantial change.
The link between truth-telling, treaty-making and support for an Indigenous advisory body to parliament is fundamental. Historical knowledge and understanding are essential, both to the creation of a political environment that is receptive to change and to meaningful citizenship. Our political culture benefits from historical literacy as much as it does from economic literacy. This is why some of the most important markers of real political leadership are almost intangible: the steady, painstaking creation of an atmosphere that is receptive to change, a readiness to listen to Indigenous Australians tell their histories, and an appreciation of the urgency of resolving the many challenges of recognition. Billy Griffiths points to the same potential: “We have seen how much cultural change can be achieved by listening to survivors give testimony – over a few short years at the Royal Commission into Institutional Responses to Child Sexual Abuse. Imagine what listening to a generation of Indigenous voices would do for us as a nation.” Accompanied by reflective and courageous political leadership, it might also mean that the shadow of illegitimacy that has dogged every significant anniversary of national commemoration in the last five decades – the Cook Bicentenary in 1970, the 1988 Bicentenary and the centenary of Federation in 2001 – would finally be lifted.
Truth-telling on a regional and national scale, as imagined by Peter Yu and others, would naturally require more than a commission. Ceridwen Dovey highlights Kim Scott’s contribution to the Kukenarup Memorial near Ravens-thorpe in his Noongar homeland to remind us of the benefits of “physical memorials” that commemorate the “terrible past” – acknowledgment, acceptance and empathy – “How would I feel if this was done to me?” These memorials, already being erected by local communities at massacre sites around the country, are yet to be built with the sanction of state and federal governments. The glaring absence of a national memorial in Canberra to those who lost their lives in the frontier wars demonstrates yet again, as Dovey indicates, that “in spite of the reams and reams of evidence that have been accumulated about its past,” Australia has failed to confront its history. Only a federally funded national memorial in Canberra, with its unique authority and galvanising potential, has the capacity to end centuries of state denial.
Contrary to Greg Melleuish’s assertion, my support for a truth-telling commission and national memorials that remember massacres and frontier violence is not based on a desire to “condemn” non-Indigenous Australians, or to cast British colonisation as “evil” and irredeemable. Far from it. Listening to Indigenous oral history (evidence that should be no less subject to scrutiny and cross-referencing than any other record of the past) and contemplating memorials such as those at Myall Creek or Ravensthorpe will actually help us to understand how these horrific events occurred by allowing us to see them from multiple perspectives. It will help us to place them in their full historical context and prevent any “flattening out,” as Grace Karskens emphasises, of “the complexity, the contingency and unpredictability” of the frontier; help us to see it not only as a war zone, but also as a murky terrain of curiosity, cooperation, adaptation, “human drama” and cultural exchange that made Australia what it is today. Nothing in this history is two-sided or one-dimensional. As a self-described “third-generation legatee of mission protection” at Hope Vale on the Cape York Peninsula, Noel Pearson has described how “the missionaries’ kindness and humanity were mixed with the racialism of the time,” yet he has also explained how the same mission helped to preserve his Guugu Yimithirr language and culture after the first wave of frontier violence came to an end.
It’s impossible to imagine a more powerful and impassioned distillation of the reasons why Australia needs to grasp the opportunity offered by the Uluru Statement from the Heart than the one offered by Megan Davis. What I find remarkable about her response – not to mention the tireless dedication of her fellow Indigenous leaders, such as Pat Dodson, Marcia Langton, Noel Pearson and so many others – is that she has managed to remain defiantly optimistic in the face of the government’s betrayal, sluggishness and duplicity. The current bipartisan committee is, as Davis points out, the fifth government mechanism on recognition in seven years. Her response, written in the wake of “decades of rejection and reform inertia,” is yet another reminder that no campaign for human rights and social and political justice in this country has been as prolonged as that fought by our First Nations people.
I can well understand Davis’s fear, in the face of so much evasiveness and stonewalling from federal governments over the years, that generations of younger Indigenous activists will “entirely lose faith in the process of legal and constitutional reform.” This only underlines the urgency of finding a way through the current impasse. After so many decades of false beginnings and broken promises, the cost of failing to make the genuine structural reforms demanded by the Uluru Statement and the Referendum Council is too demoralising to contemplate. If the Uluru Statement was a defining moment in our history, so too was its rejection. In the long run, the Turnbull government’s response might well strengthen and sharpen the resolve of the movement for recognition. And there is ground for optimism, as Jill Gallagher reminds us, pointing to the progress being made towards treaties in Victoria: “Among the people I spoke to, including elders and traditional owners, there is a definite sense of change, a sense that the long decades of stasis are finally drawing to a close.”
One of the cornerstones of Moment of Truth was my suggestion that we should begin to see the larger project of re-founding the commonwealth “whole.” Rather than separating the quest for an Australian republic from the broader challenges of “recognition,” I argued that they should be seen as inextricably connected. I’ve been encouraged by recent signs that for the first time since the republic and reconciliation movements were launched within a month of one another in 1991, and travelled largely on separate trajectories ever since, we are beginning to see them as two inseparable components of an ambitious attempt to remake our constitution for the twenty-first century. In July 2017, Opposition Leader Bill Shorten insisted that “we should see [constitutional] recognition of Aboriginal people] and the republic as a chance to bring our Constitution home. To make it a more Australian document, more reflective of our times.” In February 2018, Peter Yu was even more explicit, arguing for the previously disconnected symbols of reconciliation and the republic to be seen as part of “one national re-founding project.” Writing in the Monthly four weeks later, Megan Davis claimed that Australia had been “too scared to dream big,” and she reminded the republican movement of the opportunity that confronts them. “Don’t go it alone,” she declared. “At Uluru we invited you to walk with us in a movement of the Australian people for a better future.” Shortly afterwards, Guardian journalist and author Paul Daley sensed the scale of the shift that was taking place: “Things are changing. There is an awakening among constitutional progressives that perhaps the Australian republic ought not be so divorced from the cry out of Uluru last May for a constitutionally enshrined Indigenous voice to parliament and a formal truth-telling.” It now seems possible, Daley suggested, that an “enduring Indigenous continental presence” could form “the bedrock of an Australian republic.” Daley’s perception was soon echoed by Richard Flanagan in his April National Press Club address: “We cannot hope to be a republic if [constitutional recognition] is not at the republic’s core, because otherwise we are only repeating the error of the colonialists and the federationists before us.”
Since its inception in 1991, the Australian Republican Movement (ARM) has resolutely resisted any suggestion that the push for reconciliation and recognition should be connected with the republic, so I was not surprised to read Michael Cooney’s response. “The role of the Crown in Australian life is just not acceptable,” he writes. “And the moment we can cut it out, we should do so. In an hour, if we get the chance.” In fact, the role of the Crown in Australian life today is negligible. Its relative invisibility is its greatest asset. If its presence were more obvious and even mildly damaging, it would be easier for republicans to make their case. Cooney misses the point. What is more unacceptable? The ongoing presence of a benign head of state upon whom we wait, ever so politely, to shuffle off this mortal coil, or the continued exclusion of our Indigenous people from the Constitution and the fact that our federal government has yet again failed to negotiate with them as equals?
Cooney is “most reluctant to see miscalculations made in goodwill hitch the weight of the republican wagon [is it really that weighty?] to this bright southern star.” “We should be prepared to wait,” he insists. “[T]he project of Voice, Treaty and Truth” is “Indigenous-led” and “Indigenous-defined,” and represents “a black solution to a black problem.” To my mind, this is cutting Indigenous Australians loose yet again. It mistakenly pretends that the structural reforms demanded by Indigenous leaders – the advisory body to parliament, truth-telling and treaties – can be put into effect simply by fiat when they can in fact only be achieved together, through the combined will and participation of all Australians and all levels of government. My starting point is the same as that of Megan Davis: if we continue on our current path, “we run the very real risk of a republic that renders the First Peoples invisible in the same way the constitutional monarchy did.” It is no longer tenable for republicans to claim that a republic can be declared while leaving the nation-defining challenge of Indigenous calls for constitutional, and social, justice unresolved. As Peter Yu asked earlier this year, “How could the political push to change Australia’s Constitution by severing the connection with the British Crown not involve Indigenous people? … The connections between the current British monarch and her fourth great-grandfather, King George III, are seamlessly pieced together as one symbolic temporal entity of profound significance to Indigenous people.”
For these reasons alone, arguing for a republic solely along the traditional axis of Australia’s relationship with Britain and the monarchy will no longer resonate. The true source of a more mature and independent Australia is not only the rejection of monarchy but also the grounding of our sovereignty on our own soil, in the songlines and shared histories of an ancient island continent, as the Uluru Statement invites us to do. Since 1991, we have grown accustomed to a political culture in which it is natural to speak of an Australian republic meaning nothing more than the absence of monarchy. For many involved in the long struggle for constitutional reform, that time has passed.
It’s important to realise that I am not suggesting the republic and recognition be merged in terms of process. The respective referendum questions must be put to the Australian people separately. What I am suggesting, however, is that Australian republicans must begin to speak to the broader challenges of recognition. As Russell Marks asks: “When is compensation due? What is the source of Australian sovereignty? Who are we?” Rather than look constantly across the oceans to Buckingham Palace, imagining the republic as an act of severance alone, we have to look within this country for the deeper and ultimately more powerful arguments for becoming a republic. Writing in The Lucky Country in 1964, Donald Horne optimistically suggested that an Australian republic lay on the other side of a “lightly locked door.” I’ve often pondered that image, especially because experience has taught me that the door is bolted firmly shut. If the door is ever to be pushed ajar, it will require a more substantial argument from republicans than the one we have heard since 1991: “nothing will change except the introduction of an Australian head of state.” Davis outlines the challenge: “Emotional appeals lamenting that the sons and daughters of the Southern Cross can never be the head of state are antiquated in this global world … I don’t feel an emotional connection to the Australian republican movement.”
If we truly hear the message that Indigenous leaders such as Megan Davis and Peter Yu and so many others are trying to convey, then we might begin to imagine an Australian republic that embraces the spiritual sovereignty of our Indigenous people as the origin of our collective sovereignty; a republic that, in the spirit of its rationale and manner of coming into being, reflects our feeling for the country and our sense of belonging to the “mother” country. This would be an Australia Day to remember, to commemorate and to celebrate.
Mark McKenna
MOMENT OF TRUTH
Correspondence
My first two decades were passed safely, inside a brick house, behind an aluminium fence, on a quarter-acre block in the Adelaide western suburb known as Fulham Gardens. Before my parents bought the newly subdivided block in the 1970s it was part of a larger area of market gardens, owned primarily by Bulgarian and Chinese migrants. Just to the south had been the estate of Fulham, which was originally “purchased,” according to the Manning Index of South Australian History, in 1836 – the year of that state’s proclamation – by John White. White, a builder who had packed out much of the cargo space on one of the nine South Australian “First Fleet” ships during the first half of 1836, became a wealthy farmer and station-owner. He and his family prospered in the new colony. His son Samuel became an ornithologist and built the historic mansion Weetunga, which the family at last sold for $2.5 million in 2014, long after most of the original estate had been divided into the suburb of Fulham. John’s grandson, also Samuel, became a very successful racehorse owner, explorer, naturalist (as the author of the seminal The Birds of Australia) and soldier, who rose to the rank of captain in the Boer War.
The Whites (capitalised and not) did very well at Fulham. So, in the twentieth century, did Hop Sing and the Bulgarian market gardeners from Strahilovo. And so did my parents, a teacher and a public servant who built a life and a family there after 1979. They purchased their land from developers. In 1836, John White purchased his land from the South Australian Company. Nobody purchased any land from the Kaurna people, who had lived on, managed and cultivated that same land for tens of thousands of years. The British merchants who had petitioned for the company’s establishment had asked the British parliament rather than the Kaurna. The decisions to form a “colony” and to allow individuals of means to acquire freehold title over parcels of land were made more than 16,000 kilometres away in London, without consulting the original owners, who have never been compensated.
In every town and suburb, on every block in Australia, this story is repeated. The colonists’ gain was the original owners’ loss. Successive generations of Kaurna people were deprived of their economic base. Some of the supposedly peaceful “settlers” hunted them and murdered them. The settlers’ governments rounded them up and stole generations of their children. My grandfather – who died in 1984 – recalled hunting parties in the Adelaide Hills as late as the 1920s and 1930s.
But until Mark McKenna’s Looking for Blackfellas’ Point was published in 2002, very few non-Indigenous people had gone looking for the real history, the “deep history,” of the part of the continent on which they lived. Over and over again, all over the country, the story of colonisation must be the same: “settlers” and governments systematically and violently separated Aboriginal peoples from the source of their spiritual and economic livelihoods. The “settlers’” gains were their losses; theirs, and their descendants’.
It can be disturbingly easy to forget this central fact of Australian history in Adelaide or Melbourne, where I also lived for a decade. But it’s a fact that’s less easy to forget in Katherine, NT, where I now live. In Katherine, Aboriginal poverty is much more visible than it is in cities, where it’s often hidden, contained, drowned out. In Katherine, the history – of dispossession, colonisation, killing and converting – is much more recent. Many of the communities around Katherine – Kalkarindji, Dagaragu (the site of the walk-off from Wave Hill station in 1966), Lajamanu, Yarralin, Wugularr, Barunga, Bulman, Ngukurr – began as missions. Race relations are complicated by the original act of dispossession, and by the lack of any contrition or compensation since. The (white) law is still a colonising force, enforced by agents of the (white) state – police, schools, welfare, housing – from which people spend their lives working very hard to protect themselves, their communities and their culture. John Howard’s formula – “I am not personally responsible” – is not possible in Katherine. Actually, it’s not possible anywhere. Learn the history of the land you own or rent, and you’ll find three groups of people: a group who were violently dispossessed of it; their descendants who continue to experience the deprivations of that dispossession; and a lineage of “owners” who have made money out of it for themselves and, most likely, their own descendants.
With Moment of Truth, McKenna is not the first to state this argument, or indeed many of the arguments he makes. But it is a major contribution to the “reconciliation literature” which has emerged in recent years: that body of work by black and white writers, fiction (Kim Scott, Alexis Wright, Kate Grenville, Alex Miller) and non-fiction (Stan Grant, Noel Pearson, Larissa Behrendt, Bain Attwood), who are doing the work intellectuals have done since the development of the modern nation-state: remaking and reconstituting the nation. It is a shame that Malcolm Turnbull is committing himself to historical irrelevance by variously ignoring and resisting this project, but he’s hardly alone.
As McKenna’s essay makes clear, the nationalist project is now geared towards the reconciliation of two very different experiences of Australia’s history. The white experience is well known among (white) historians and their readers: in the beginning were the (white) explorers; then there was the development of democracy (of, by and for white people); towards the end of the nineteenth century, a national (white) consciousness consciously set itself against Britain, though ultimately within British Australia; and then the passing of British Australia in the 1960s and the arrival of what came to be known as multiculturalism. Most of those who know that story have, at least until recently, been ignorant of the parallel experiences of black Australia: the frontier wars; the land thefts; the “protecting”; the missions; the child thefts; the racism; the paternalism and authoritarianism of the (white) state; the determination of generations of activists to resist it. Of course, white Australians have been integral to this parallel history. Not only were they the protagonists, the entirety of the white story told at the top of this paragraph would not have been possible without the original acts of dispossession and the continuing failure to address them.
In Katherine, I’m a criminal defence lawyer. The profession is conveniently individualised. More than enough is known about criminal behaviour to understand the role played by childhood trauma, but it’s only the individual defendant’s childhood trauma that counts in our courts. It has to be that way for the law to function. Were the law to open itself to the realities of what happened here, the criminal law as we know it would be absurd. How to account for nine, ten, twelve generations of childhood trauma perpetrated by the state? What is the theft of a bottle of soft drink when measured against the theft of an entire continent? Yet these are the questions that flow from the work of those writing reconciliation. There’s not much doubt, now, that we’ll find a way to deal with Australia Day. We might even manage a Truth and Reconciliation Commission. But will we make it all the way to the biggest questions? If I’m deriving an economic benefit because of an act of theft by my forebears, when is compensation due? What is the source of Australian sovereignty? Who are we?
Russell Marks
MOMENT OF TRUTH
Correspondence
“To listen you have to be silent.” The late historian Greg Dening enjoyed repeating that line to postgraduate students in workshops that he and Donna Merwick used to host at the ANU and elsewhere. He liked to quip that the word “listen” was an anagram of “silent.” That much was true. For Dening, the real significance of listening in silence was to create the conditions in which we could begin to encounter the other and reconsider the self. For that reason, I think he would have enjoyed reading Mark McKenna’s Quarterly Essay for its breadth, reflectiveness and emphasis on listening.
Even so, after reading the essay, I was left with three questions: does McKenna put too much faith in Australians listening to testimony in a truth commission? Would it bring about a lasting metanoia – a change of heart – in the nation? And, finally, will Australia have to be a more optimistic and equal place than it is today to become a reconciled republic?
To my mind, the biggest hurdles that a truth commission would face are the ingrained feelings of shame, anger and denial that recognition of Aboriginal people still evokes in the hearts of some Australians. Recently a friend told a story about visiting a Vinnies charity shop in Melbourne. The shop window displayed one of those little yellow signs you see around the place, which acknowledge the “traditional custodians” of the country you’re shopping on. In this case, it was the Wurundjeri. As my friend left the shop, two elderly people, perhaps in their eighties, passed the window. One stopped to spit – yes, spit – at that little sign, before walking on.
If we could open a window onto that person’s soul, what would we see? Undoubtedly, anger and contempt are the most likely contenders. I know this because I am descended from such people: small-minded, poorly educated, fearful, angry, white folk from the Mallee. They would just as quickly have called an Aborigine a “nigger” as they would have labelled a member of the Brethren a “scarfy.” (Catholics were beneath contempt.)
There was – and I am reluctant to cast this off into past tense so quickly – a lot going on on that side of the family. The one trip that my late grandparents ever made to Melbourne was to see “her” passing by, during one of the Queen’s early visits to Australia. In my late grandmother’s case, her family were market gardeners on the Tyntynder flats, just outside Swan Hill. Without doubt she knew the history of that part of the Murray: you only had to know someone born a generation before her to be told stories of the Beveridge brothers, who murdered seven or eight Wadi Wadi or Wemba Wemba people with poisoned flour when they colonised that country in the mid-nineteenth century. Local knowledge of those atrocities was bottled up, unacknowledged and pushed so deep that it became manifest in an appalling racism, directed at the Aboriginal people my forebears dispossessed and the Asians they feared would do the same to them. Such feelings have been massaged and validated by opportunists who have taken electoral advantage of people like them. People who, in their heart of hearts, know that what is theirs belongs to someone else.
Those for whom the Great Australian Silence became internalised as an angry scream now find themselves led by men caught in a political fight to the death within the federal Coalition party room. By contrast, the electoral centre of Australia, which is moderate, tolerant and secular, is leaderless. These are the people who wonder whether their children will enjoy the same standard of living that they do. They acknowledge that climate change is real and like to put solar on their roofs, not just to save on their power bills, but because they see it as a tangible gesture towards addressing a larger problem. Importantly, they have read, seen and heard enough to know that the colonisation of Australia was anything but peaceable. If a truth commission is to succeed, these are the people who will need to be encouraged to feel confident enough about the future to stop and listen to the testimony it will elicit.
Australia has come a long way since the nastiness of the History Wars at the turn of the last century. But for a Makarrata Commission to achieve McKenna’s aim of having Australians listen to the truths of the nation’s past, those in the political centre need to be shown that their future is a secure and bright one. It won’t be before that moment that they will find the stillness and silence in their hearts to truly listen to First Nations people or proponents of a republic.
The raging denial of history demonstrated in the act of spitting on the name Wurundjeri, or even thinking to call someone a nigger, is anything but silence. It is the bundling up of history inside the Union Jack, from which one derives sovereignty for us and the power, in our minds, to act and feel superior towards them. Our present constitutional arrangements and the leaders who tolerate them reflect that sense of superiority. Therein lies Malcolm Turnbull’s greatest mistake in rejecting the Uluru Statement from the Heart: he has squandered his opportunity to go down in history as the man who led his people into a new day, and who embraced a narrative of Australian nationhood that starts in the Dreaming rather than at Botany Bay.
Damien Williams
MOMENT OF TRUTH
Correspondence
It is telling that Mark McKenna’s Moment of Truth is dedicated to Inga Clendinnen; her reconciling spirit and sharp, balanced intelligence is found throughout the essay. Clendinnen insisted upon the opportunities inherent in the close collaboration of strangers. In an age of increasingly fractious argument over Australian identity – the debates over these “tired polarities” are ever the same, but social media imparts a new ferocity and hostility to exchanges – McKenna is right to invoke the great generosity and roundedness of Clendinnen’s voice.
McKenna argues that constitutional recognition of Indigenous Australians “is central to the nation’s legitimacy, its international standing, its integrity and its dignity.” On the one hand, this seems blindingly obvious. Or is that simply because it is an argument naturally accepted by those already convinced of the fact? Perhaps the greater challenge Australia faces today is not the political hurdles, backsliding, false starts, broken promises, buck-passing, inertia and silence that have characterised so many attempts at Indigenous reform. Nor is it the difficult task of overcoming the “familiar succession of conflicting binaries” to which Australian history is so often, and predictably, reduced. The more difficult challenge is just how many citizens would not agree with the above statement. Whether out of conviction, ignorance or apathy is perhaps beside the point; simply, many Australians do not feel any such urgency. The debate McKenna pursues is altogether foreign to their daily concerns; it would be news to them that the Australian nation stands at an historic crossroads. Vital as this debate appears to many Australians – existential, even – for countless thousands more it barely registers. It is notoriously difficult to convince people, in the midst of hectic lives, to find the time and mental space to be exercised by moral quandaries. McKenna is a fine writer whose work I have admired over the years; I am sure he did not mean for the sentence “Australians seem to be always in need of re-education” to be as patronising as it sounds.
When I was a young boy, it was common among my generation – even more so among my parents’ – to express strong anti-Japanese sentiment. Yet in two or three generations that has completely disappeared from the Australian public consciousness; you would be hard-pressed to find a single Australian with anything less than great affection for the Japanese today. Why can this not happen for the relationship with our Indigenous brothers and sisters?
Closer to home, the task is clearly more complex, but change can happen in surprising ways and places. Yet cultural change is difficult to impose; it grows organically, and at varying rates, within communities. A challenge for professionally engaged Australians in this field – those working in policy, education, law reform, race relations – is to provide practical and moral leadership without, as so often happens, talking down to the rest of the nation. People do not enjoy being told of their iniquity, even if it is framed as a “moral necessity” or for “the good of the nation.” Many remain entirely unconvinced of the need for “healing,” finding it an elusive concept, much less a practical affair awaiting their attention.
Change is occurring beyond that small percentage of Australians – the abovementioned professionals, academics, journalists and activists (collectively, “the converted”) – for whom this is a question vital to national identity. Nor is this a minor affair: the challenge McKenna (and others) have set is nothing less than for contemporary Australia to heal its deepest wound; ease its troubled soul; come to terms at last with the “original sin” of its foundation. Now is the time to seek redemption, McKenna argues, through the dual projects of Indigenous constitutional recognition and the founding of an Australian republic. It is not surprising, even in this most secular age, that we should reach for religious language for so huge a task. Indigenous people are not afraid to speak in sacred terms; nor should we be. But like those rejecting the advances of doorstop evangelists, many Australians do not consider themselves to be “lost,” or sinners in need of redemption.
In parts of regional Australia, these concerns are being resolved as practical matters of daily living rather than moral challenges. For the past four years, I have lived and worked in rural Queensland and have seen how remote, even irrelevant, these questions can seem. The town nearest the land I live on has a high Indigenous population, and contains paradoxes. On the one hand, it is not uncommon for Indigenous people to be seen as agents of crime and social disorder. Particular families are objects of popular fear. Stan Grant has remarked on this in Talking to My Country: these are the drugged, diseased and often incarcerated: “people it is safer to read about than live with.” One can discuss the origins of this social dysfunction endlessly: we are all aware of how disadvantage multiplies and replicates among Indigenous communities. On the other hand, at the local state schools, in the council workforce, rugby league team and boxing club, one can find a camaraderie and sharing between white and Indigenous Australians that is both deeper and more “authentic” than anything I observed during two decades working in academia and media/publishing. In this largely working-class world, Indigenous people are figures neither of scorn nor pity; nor are they in the crosshairs of the academic, the welfare worker or the political activist. They are treated equally – neither condescended to, nor accorded special treatment. They are neighbours, colleagues, school friends, teammates. Recognition has grown up in the community from the close relationships between the Indigenous and the rural working class (so often scolded by the metropole for their “incorrigible” views on race), in a spirit of sharing and mutual help. Perhaps policy prescriptions from above are not always the solution to bringing people together.
There are other barriers to overcome than the allegedly recalcitrant working-class and rural populations. Whole swathes of “immigrant Australia” have not bought into the moral struggles regarding our national history and relations with Indigenous Australians. McKenna mentions this, but only in passing; perhaps the fact that our successful multiculturalism hides a multitude of embarrassingly racist attitudes is too awkward to dwell on at length. Many new Australians have come here from struggles of their own, from countries torn apart by war, famine or underdevelopment. Arriving in Australia, they may not care to examine the trauma of their new nation’s past – and why should they? More pertinently, many immigrant groups that have successfully integrated into Australia come from nations that are not always sympathetic – to put it mildly – to “people of colour.” These people are part of the fabric of Australia; they are one of the success stories of our immigrant nation, yet they come from cultural traditions where people such as Indigenous Australians are not treated, or discussed, with respect. They cannot see, moreover, any connection between their material success as immigrants and earlier Indigenous dispossession. The irrelevance of Indigenous history for so many immigrants to Australia is a truth by no means universally acknowledged.
It may be that we will need the infinite resources of myth-making and storytelling to help unify us. These form part of both black and white cultural traditions and practice. McKenna’s closing anecdote centres on an abandoned British flag, used by an Indigenous person to wrap a shivering baby on a late-eighteenth-century beach. It is a beautiful image, and a lovely if also disturbing metaphor; there is also scarce evidence for it being true. But that is perhaps not the point: if we sew together myths such as these that establish common points of sharing and succour, we allow for a deeper sharing of a common history; of power, knowledge and resources. We have done it before – there are plenty of legends around the Anzac story that have served to unify, if not all, then a significant portion of the nation.
This brings us lastly to the question of “home” and belonging. Like McKenna, I have an intimate relationship with ten acres of Australian land, and have often wondered about its contours, its history, the rituals it may have witnessed for the thousands of years before it came into our family’s possession. I have wondered about the voices fallen silent; at what has been lost, and how that loss occurred. For it must be acknowledged that frontier expansion in Australia was not always uniform in nature, just as no two forms of colonialism are alike. Everywhere events are shaped by local factors; as McKenna reminds us, “warfare and conflict over land were not the sum total of Australia’s creation.” After thirty years of working around Australia and the world, there is no doubt that this ten-acre plot, acquired by my parents in 1983, is finally a place that feels like home. Over the twenty years of their retirement, my parents reforested this former dairy country; the ten acres now burst with native trees and wildlife. This does not mean the land has been restored to “how it was”; this does not make the land somehow more “Indigenous,” for that is essentially unknowable. What is certain is that its staggering array of native flora and fauna, and their intricate moods across the seasons, tie an individual quickly and profoundly to terrain, to place. “Home” and “land” take on the status of sacred words.
Yet “home,” as Francis O’Gorman recently argued in his excellent book Forgetfulness, as an acceptance of the traditions of place is a concept with which leftist orthodoxy often has trouble. (I mention this side of the ideological divide as it is the one, rightly or wrongly, that more often assumes a position of moral superiority on Indigenous matters.) Home suggests stability, repetition, ritual, tradition; a centring of both body and psyche; a ceasing of turmoil; a place of rest. None of these concepts sits well with political disaffection and agitation. To obtain, in such a fractious social realm, the national resolution and unity necessary for McKenna’s dual recognition/republican project, all Australians must be free to call this continent home. The insistence on reading Australian history as only a story of “genocide” generates a myth as insidious as terra nullius, and convinces no one other than those already disposed to believe the worst of our nation; it is, ultimately, an act of intellectual vanity that arguably does little to improve the daily lot of the Indigenous. Just as our Indigenous brothers and sisters cannot live forever mired in poverty and disadvantage, nor can other Australians – whatever their class or cultural background – be expected to live forever mired in shame, or under the impression that their presence is illegitimate. History, Inga Clendinnen reminded us, “is not about the imposition of belated moral judgments.” There must be something more than what McKenna calls “a crude choice between shame and pride.” Such destructive impulses solve nothing, and help no one.
I suspect that, not for the first time, the Australian public is well ahead of our political class. From my corner of rural Australia, I see this happening; indeed, there are many places beyond the cities, beyond the “metropolitan gaze,” where Australians are living and sharing with their Indigenous compatriots quite without direction from above, and the task ahead is not so hopeless.
Luke Stegemann
MOMENT OF TRUTH
Correspondence
I’m not a historian but I’m in awe of the work historians do. Mark McKenna is absolutely right that the impact of Lyndall Ryan’s work (as well as the artist Judy Watson’s extraordinary research-artworks) in mapping sites of colonial frontier massacres based on careful research is due to how their maps force Australians to “see,” quite literally, “the imprint of violence in their history on a national scale.”
While reading McKenna’s thoughtful and timely essay, I was struck by his question: “exactly how much of the knowledge from the new Aboriginal history has seeped through into wider society?” And, more importantly, why hasn’t it seeped in? It is something I’d also wondered while researching a 2017 profile of Ryan. At a talk she was invited to give about her massacres research at an art gallery in Kings Cross, the audience – most in their sixties and seventies, very trendy, very enlightened and very white – nodded and murmured throughout her presentation; Ryan was preaching to the converted. But in the question time afterwards, a woman with spiky grey hair and a nose-piercing said, “Why didn’t we know this earlier? What was all that garbage we were fed at school?”
This is a common refrain among older Australians, Ryan told me afterwards, mentioning her mentor and fellow combatant in the History Wars, the historian Henry Reynolds, who titled his 1999 book Why Weren’t We Told? In it, Reynolds contrasted the code of silence (“soothing syrup”) about this violent past that took hold in the twentieth century (after the White Australia policy was introduced in 1901), with the openness with which massacres were sometimes admitted in the nineteenth. (McKenna mentions this too, that “in the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, ‘warfare’ and ‘invasion’ were terms frequently used to describe the nature of frontier conflict in Australia” – they weren’t terms invented by “left-leaning historians.”) In other words, Australia has gone backwards in understanding the true nature of its history, in spite of the reams and reams of evidence that have been accumulated about its past.
To remain ignorant (amnesiac) about this past is entirely a political choice now, for the hard evidence is everywhere. As members of the Honest History coalition (which, in the wake of the History Wars, decided to put together “evidence-based interpretations” of Australian history) point out, proof of widespread massacres, and in-depth research on individual massacres, has been publicly available for many decades now, thanks to the diligent labour of both Indigenous and non-Indigenous historians. During the discussion after Ryan’s talk, for example, audience members mentioned other “massacre maps” they’d come across over the years: one created by Judith Monticone in a 1999 book, Healing the Land, and another created by the Council for Aboriginal Reconciliation and distributed as a supplement in a major national newspaper in 1993 (how tragic that this seems unthinkable in the current political climate). There were group sighs of nostalgia for the days of Paul Keating, still the only PM ever to have publicly acknowledged the massacres (as McKenna notes). To me, the most powerful lines from Keating’s Redfern Park speech of 1992 are: “We failed to ask – how would I feel if this were done to me?”
I’m also grateful that McKenna delved into the complex issue of what kinds of physical memorials are appropriate when it comes to the highly political act of memorialising history, by tracing the local community’s conflicting ideas over time about how to commemorate Captain Cook’s landing at Kurnell. What a community, city or entire country chooses to commemorate about its past says a whole lot about how it sees its future. Yet it has always been much simpler for a country to memorialise individuals who were celebrated as heroes, explorers or adventurers in their own time. How does a nation instead remember the shameful, repressed aspects of its colonial history?
Judy Watson and Lyndall Ryan’s maps are virtual memorials to that past: each individual massacre site becomes more much than its geographical coordinates, McKenna writes, transforming into a “cartographic memorial, a shimmering testimony to a moral truth which is at once overwhelming and undeniable.” But this shouldn’t mean that we give up on the idea of building physical memorials to this terrible past too.
Tony Albert, an artist who was commissioned by the City of Sydney to create one of the first monuments to Indigenous servicemen and -women in 2015, told me that the frontier wars still need to be addressed in public memorials, “but you have to take these chances when they come, the slow, painful steps towards acknowledging historical truths.” His monument – seven-metre-high bullets beside three fallen shells – was erected in Sydney’s Hyde Park, close to the statue of Captain Cook that was later defaced. It holds a large metal coolamon, used for smoking ceremonies, and native foliage in the surrounding garden that can be used for fire. “We’re still living in a public landscape that is so barren of any Aboriginal indicators,” he said. “That’s why so many Aboriginal communities understand the power of engaging with an artist, and using the artist as a vessel for telling those unspoken stories from history.”
Genevieve Grieves, an Indigenous artist and filmmaker whose work deals with the history of massacres, agrees. “I don’t know how we’re going to be able to move into other spaces of feeling if we don’t have memorials to commemorate and mourn our history,” she told me. As a child, Grieves heard stories of massacre sites up and down the coast of New South Wales (her family is from the state’s north coast). “It has become an obsession of mine, understanding these sites.” Through her work, she has spent time at many massacre sites. “They’re all different in terms of how they’re engaged with, whether they’re kept secret by communities, held in their own knowledge but not shared more broadly.” She was inspired to mix art and history by the Indigenous historian and writer Tony Birch – like Ryan, a survivor of the History Wars. “He was asked by many people, ‘Where are the Aboriginal historians?’ And his answer was, we have so many. Playwrights, artists, writers, poets, filmmakers, we’re the Aboriginal historians, their art is a form of history-making,” a way of entering historical debates that had been closed to them. For a 2016 group show in Sydney marking the 200th anniversary of the nearby Appin massacre, Grieves created a video of a slow-opening fringe lily – a flower with special significance for the Dharawal people – and a wall containing 10,000 purple poppies that visitors to the exhibition could wear home, just as Australians do on Remembrance Day each year, in memory of World War I.
Grieves believes permanent memorials to massacre sites are also important for white Australians, who will remain unsettled in this country until they can accept, in the words attributed to the Indigenous activist and educator Lilla Watson, “that if you have come here to help me, you are wasting your time. But if you have come because your liberation is bound up with mine, then let us work together.”
The most prominent existing memorial is the Aboriginal Memorial – made in 1988 from 200 hollow decorated burial poles, or log coffins – which has stood since 2014 at the entrance to the National Gallery of Australia, honouring all Indigenous people who lost their lives defending their land. Mostly, however, the few massacre memorials that exist have been created by local communities: often simply a plaque on a single boulder, or sculptures arranged beside a walking path. Occasionally they take the form of “counter-memorials” (in landscape architect SueAnne Ware’s term), for example, the plaque added in 1988 to the existing Explorers’ Monument in Fremantle. The original plaque had honored three explorers “attacked at night by treacherous natives.” The new plaque reads, in part, “The punitive party mentioned here ended in the deaths of somewhere around twenty Aboriginal people.” Then there are what Ware would call “anti-memorials,” which do not take a fixed form but are transient or interactive, reflecting the mercurial nature of human memory and perceptions of the past. (Ryan and Watson’s online maps would fit into this category.)
I agree with McKenna that it is in Australian art, film and literature that the violence and dispossession at the nation’s core is most hauntingly addressed, processed, redressed. McKenna praises Kim Scott’s latest novel, Taboo, for dealing with “the legacy of frontier violence, and one massacre in particular, which took place in the early 1880s … in Scott’s Noongar homeland.” Not as well known is the contribution Scott has made to creating the physical memorial to that massacre. The Kukenarup Memorial was created in 2015 outside the small town of Ravensthorpe, in Western Australia, to commemorate a series of massacres in the 1880s of over thirty Noongar men, women and children. These were “reprisal” massacres, carried out after a white pastoralist was killed by a Noongar man for raping a thirteen-year-old Noongar girl. The memorial, which overlooks the farm homestead and massacre site, consists of a set of large sculptured red metal wings (in tribute to the wedge-tailed eagle, a Noongar totem) on either side of a walking trail cleared through the bush, and a number of plaques with quotations from members of the Noongar community set along the path. The text on the wings was written by Scott. It shifts between Noongar language and English, and reads in part:
This area of country has a harsh, complex and sometimes contradictory history. Many Noongar people were killed here, and all that death and the apartheid-like 20th century legislation meant many of our families were never able to return and reconcile themselves to what had happened … We believe all of us grow from our birth grounds, our histories and the quality of our human relationships. Now you are here. Listen. Breathe.
Scott told me he’s been “preoccupied” with the massacre site, which informs not only Taboo but much of his earlier work. He has elsewhere described going to this massacre place with a group of his Noongar relatives, and being invited by two white brothers onto the farm where killings took place. “The elders in our group had not thought they would ever return … to this particular area of ancestral country in their lifetimes – let alone … to be acknowledged in this way. Who knows? Such things, humble as they are, may be the harbingers of social transformation.” While Scott sees his novels as forming part of an alternate way of memorialising these massacres through art, which can be dynamic, with “possibility to evolve and grow,” he also believes that physical memorials are “strategically important, especially in terms of forcing acknowledgment.” They don’t need to be bronze statues – which is itself a very British way of commemorating the past – but whatever form they take, they “bequeath an equivalent status.”
Ceridwen Dovey
MOMENT OF TRUTH
Correspondence
Thank you, Mark McKenna, for articulating our “Moment of Truth” with such power and clarity. Reading it is an immersion experience, a tsunami of passionate, pent-up arguments for where Australia needs to be in matters of sovereignty, the true recognition of Indigenous Australians and Makarrata, and why on earth we are somehow not there yet. After all the decades of thinking, research, writing and discussion. After all the decades that Aboriginal people have spent carefully negotiating, patiently consulting, respectfully presenting their requests and claims. Why aren’t we there yet?
Two major roadblocks: politicians with a lamentable lack of vision, and, even more insidious, sheer indifference. But, second, the absence of shared understandings of Australian history and the true costs of colonisation.
It is all about history. Knowing our history, acknowledging it. Yawuru leader Peter Yu’s words ring true: “One of the problems with Australia is that we don’t really recognise the true history of the country. It was a brutal history … contemporarily most Australians are divorced from understanding the trauma of that history.”
How has this come about? Wilful blindness, lazy complacency (“we’re alright, mate”), old colonial justifications, plain denialist ratbaggery, and of course the ongoing effects of Stanner’s “Great Australian Silence.” And simple ignorance. Last year I met a non-Aboriginal woman, educated, intelligent, kind, who told me she had only learnt about frontier violence when she saw the play The Secret River, based on Kate Grenville’s famous novel. She was deeply shocked. “I came out at the interval, and I was so scared,” she said. “I felt like, oh no, something really bad is going to happen … and it did, it was terrible.”
It was astonishing to meet someone who had never heard of frontier violence and massacres and was completely unaware of the dispossession of Aboriginal people. How many other Australians are in this category – totally “divorced from understanding the trauma,” because they’ve never encountered it?
Mark observes that the 2016–17 consultations with Indigenous communities revealed that, “more than any other aspect of Australian history since the British arrived in 1788, it was this truth that Indigenous people wanted told,” the truth of “what happened all across Australia: the massacres and wars.” Yet other, younger Australians have evidently been steeped in “massacre history.” Students in a “History of Sydney” course I taught were regularly astonished to discover that the Eora of the Sydney region not only survived the invasion, but for the first year or so also effectively quarantined the strangers in Sydney Cove, spearing those who trespassed outside of it. Later, Aboriginal people came to live in Sydney, became part of the early town, while the town in turn became an important stop on Aboriginal itineraries. Why were the students so surprised to learn all this? Because, as one of them explained, “we were taught the British just came off the ships and shot them all.”
Frontier violence did erupt when the invaders began to take larger swathes of land for farms near Parramatta and on the Hawkesbury River, the commencement of that terrible history Aboriginal people want told. But this was never the simple, one-sided, closed story that “they shot them all” implies. How do we tell the larger truths of colonisation without flattening out the meaning, the complexity, the contingency and unpredictability – in short, the true, on-the-ground human drama, and the courage of Aboriginal people who resisted, fought, negotiated throughout?
Mark’s own journey in history suggests a way through. He writes of his book Looking for Blackfellas’ Point, “For the first time, history became tangible in a way it never seemed to be before … What had previously been generic debates about frontier violence or the Stolen Generations were now lit brightly in the everyday lives of people in local communities.”
Megan Davis has similarly proposed a nationwide program of truth-telling, through local and regional Aboriginal histories. She considers this essential for the process of Makarrata. It must involve listening, finally, to the voices of Aboriginal people across the continent. Davis envisages the acknowledgment of massacres and violence, but in the Practical Justice Initiative Indigenous lecture series at UNSW in 2017, she proposed more: a series of regional histories pinned to landscapes and places; complex, nuanced histories which include social and ceremonial grounds, and places where Aboriginal people and settlers negotiated and maintained friendships and cooperation. A focus on the local and regional can offer intimate understanding and deepen the connections between people and their places. It avoids the flattening effect of generic historical debates and themes, while still acknowledging the shared experience of Indigenous people across the continent.
Place by place, town by town, region by region, the truth can be told.
Grace Karskens
MOMENT OF TRUTH
Correspondence
In April 2018, in an essay to mark the fortieth anniversary of the Australian Book Review, author and critic Beejay Silcox cast a sceptical eye on the “urgent, fractal logic of moments.” A moment, she observes, is an artifice that carries cultural and temporal weight; it is a prompt for action, something to be seized or savoured; it is an often self-fulfilling device to sell magazines, policies – even hope. We’re forever in a moment. “It can be exhausting,” she exclaims, “keeping up with the moment.”
What Mark McKenna has achieved in Moment of Truth is both to capture the urgency and emergent possibility of the Uluru Statement from the Heart, and to convey something deeper and more palpable: what Silcox calls “the energy of sustained momentum, rather than the fits-and-starts of moments.” By taking us back to the petitions of Aboriginal leaders in the 1920s and ’30s, and by guiding us through the decades of activism and scholarship that followed, McKenna places the Uluru Statement in its proper historical context. He reveals that we are indeed at a critical juncture in Australian cultural life.
The Uluru Statement is not simply the latest call for reform in Indigenous affairs: it is distinct from what came before. It is the culmination of decades of political struggle. For the first time a First Nations consensus position has emerged, and it is a resounding rejection of symbolic recognition. The regional dialogues of the Referendum Council united over a common theme: structural reform is the only reform worth fighting for.
McKenna’s essay helps Australians come to terms with the full meaning of the Uluru Statement as a mechanism for change. As well as exploring the role of a constitutionally enshrined First Nations voice to parliament, he teases out the possibilities intimated by the proposed Makarrata Commission. We have seen how much cultural change can be achieved by listening to survivors give testimony – over a few short years at the Royal Commission into Institutional Responses to Child Sexual Abuse. Imagine what listening to a generation of Indigenous voices would do for us as a nation.
McKenna gives us a taste of what a truth-telling commission might look like, devoting several pages in the middle of his essay to the words of Jimmy Manngayarri, Ronnie Wavehill Wirrpngayarri, Emily Murray, Mavis Arnott and Donny Wooladgoodja. “Until we listen to the voices of Indigenous Australians,” McKenna writes, “we will continue to see the history of the country we share through European eyes.” The voices he includes are extracted from Yijarni: True Stories from Gurindji Country (2016), a bilingual, community-embedded retelling of the Wave Hill walk-off, Barddabardda Wodjenangorddee: We’re Telling All of You (2017), a historical collaboration between the Dambeemangaddee people and a group of researchers with deep links to the West Kimberley, and Ngurra Kuju Walyja: One Country One People (2011), a collection of stories from the Canning Stock Route. These ambitious cross-cultural enterprises confront the harrowing histories of the frontier and allow the survivors to bear witness. They are homages to Country – in all its social, symbolic and ecological complexity – and they have enabled many communities to archive and raise awareness of their cultural knowledge. As Donny Wooladgoodja says of Barddabardda Wodjenangorddee:
This project will help the younger generation, not just this generation, but the next one too. They have to learn what our ancestors did in the past and they have to be able to join the past together with the new, to see how it can work.
This growing genre shows us that much of the work ahead of us as a nation is already underway, and that historians, community organisations and local councils are well poised to respond to the challenges, opportunities and responsibilities presented by the Uluru Statement.
This vein of new scholarship is the legacy of the pioneering historians of the 1970s and ’80s who helped bring Aboriginal history into Australian consciousness. Archaeologists, too, were at the vanguard of this shift, extending our understanding of the depth and variety of human experience on this continent. A few months after anthropologist W.E.H. Stanner coined the phrase “the Great Australian Silence” in November 1968, archaeologist John Mulvaney published his first attempt to chronicle the deep Aboriginal history of this continent. We are still coming to terms with the opening sentence of that landmark book: “The discoverers, explorers and colonists of the three million square miles which are Australia, were its Aborigines.”
Over the past half-century we have seen a shift in focus in the disciplines of history and archaeology, from stories of the nation to histories with a more regional and local lens. McKenna’s own career has followed a similar trajectory, and he enjoys moving back and forth between modes. The historical vignettes he offers in Moment of Truth show how place can serve as an anchor for complex, and often competing, cross-cultural narratives. And as with the #changethedate campaign, which is being led by local councils, he observes that changes in history-making are occurring at the community level. “The Kurnell and Cooktown communities’ willingness to rethink the way they commemorate Cook’s landing shows how productive acknowledging the past can be.”
McKenna still sees Cook – and all that he has come to represent – as being at the heart of the truth-telling process. He reflects that Cook can never be banished from Australia’s historical consciousness: “We stand forever on the beach with him.” These words are a powerful reminder that Australian history will always be cross-cultural. But Cook need not remain at the centre of our historical vision. We should look forward from that beach, as Paul Irish has done with the Aboriginal communities in Sydney, and listen to stories that have been “hidden in plain view”; we must also look back and journey into the deep past. Australia has been home to thousands of generations of Indigenous men and women. Their ancestors voyaged to this continent some 65,000 years ago and made this land their own through language, song, story and fire. Their societies endured the extreme aridity of the last Ice Age, adapted to millennia-long floods and survived the rupture of invasion. They left their mark on every region of Australia: this landscape is as much cultural as it is natural. It is only by digging into deep time that we can come to terms with the magnitude of dispossession.
In her attempt to understand this “moment of moments,” Silcox sought out and interviewed the editors of Australia’s leading cultural magazines: those who commission essays such as McKenna’s, who seek to escape the pressure of immediacy and ask their writers to reflect on where our country is going and what we believe in. A common theme emerged from her interviews. “The hope that burns brightest – echoed by every editor – is that Australia will be brave or humble enough to face its history,” Silcox reports. “It is the ultimate antithesis to moment-by-moment thinking – letting our drop of time loose in the grand river of history.”
McKenna shares this hope, as do I and many others in the history profession. In January 2018, the president of the Australian Historical Association signed a letter to the prime minister urging him to respond to the Uluru Statement:
There has been a long history of Indigenous advocacy and forbearance in this country – more than two hundred years of patient petitioning to colonial, state and federal politicians and their institutions by Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples. Tragically, those statements and processes of consultation have too often been betrayed or undermined by government, as if our politicians are uncomfortable with Indigenous strength and success. Historical research in recent decades has revealed the depth and pain of this lamentable failure. The Uluru Statement, which is the result of a decade of consultation initiated by the federal government, presents you with a vital opportunity to take a significant constitutional step forward.
McKenna’s essay takes another step again, reimagining the republic in the light of the profound call for Indigenous constitutional recognition. I welcome this agenda and strongly support the crucial role of history in our national life envisaged by the Uluru Statement from the Heart.
Billy Griffiths
MOMENT OF TRUTH
Correspondence
For too long, our nation has had two histories: a black history of dislocation and trauma, still barely acknowledged, passed down through families and across generations, and an official, “European” history, a tale of hard-won victories and steady advancement. We all know this official history and its landmarks – brave Captain Cook, Federation, Gallipoli, the 1967 Referendum, culminating in the happy and cohesive multicultural society in which we have the privilege of living today.
Of course, for many Aboriginal people, this society is neither happy nor cohesive. And more than twenty-five years after Eddie Mabo’s victory in the High Court, our official history has yet to shake the ghost of terra nullius. Talk of massacres and dispossession still frightens a lot of people in this country, especially on Capital Hill. They say our mob are bitter and resentful, that we need to move on and cheer up. Or they simply declare that we are deluded, that what we know happened in this country did not in fact happen – and even if it did, it was all for the greater good.
I agree with Mark McKenna that we need to move beyond simplistic views of our history. We need a deeper sense of how all of us are bound together here. But at the same time, history does produce material winners and losers, and Aboriginal people have been a second-class population since the earliest days of European settlement. That is why our mob are angry – because we see that our birthright has produced so much wealth for so many, but only a trickle of that wealth has reached our communities.
Yes, we are angry, but more importantly we are hopeful. If we did not have hope, we would not have survived. The new arrivals to this country are not going anywhere, and the country welcomes them; but we are not going anywhere either. We will all live together and make a new future for this nation, but it must be on different terms than those imposed on Aboriginal people for the last 230 years. It must be on terms of reciprocation, mutual responsibility and honesty.
McKenna places great – and appropriate – emphasis on the Uluru Statement. He is right to say that it is one of the few genuinely visionary documents in recent Australian political history, one which intimates a future for this country beyond the tired culture war. He is correct to place it in a long line of Aboriginal petitions to power, from William Cooper to the Yirrkala bark petitions and the Tent Embassy. As McKenna notes, it is quite likely that the Uluru Statement will someday grace the halls of Commonwealth parliament. But there is also the frightening possibility that when that day comes, our situation will not have changed. We cannot afford even another five years of inertia. The cost of such inertia is paid daily by our families and children. We have to do better.
The Uluru Statement calls for “substantive constitutional change and structural reform,” and here there is a notable gap in McKenna’s essay. He scarcely addresses the radical demand for reform which Aboriginal people have been making consistently for over a century, a demand that Yothu Yindi forced into the popular consciousness. The demand for treaty. The most McKenna says is that the failure of the colonisers to enter into a treaty in Australia means there is no “honourable peg” on which to hang English possession of the country. This does not address the substantive reparations and autonomy which a treaty has the potential to provide for Aboriginal communities.
I do not criticise McKenna for this omission. His focus is on history and national myth-making, and he is clearly concerned not to overstep himself – to defer to the Aboriginal voices at Uluru. But this does not consider the second function of the Makarrata Commission, as proposed in the Uluru Statement. The Makarrata Commission would facilitate “truth-telling about our history” (which McKenna emphasises), but, just as importantly, it would also “supervise a process of agreement-making between governments and First Nations.”
This process of agreement-making – entering into treaties or similar agreements – is vital if we are to achieve the more complete Commonwealth that McKenna calls for. And it is vital if recognition is to have more than formal content. Treaty should recognise that Aboriginal people have definitive and inalienable rights to this land, and those rights have not been washed away by the tide of history. And recognition of those rights imposes certain obligations on government – including respect for the decision-making power of Aboriginal nations. The alternative, business as usual, has fostered what the Uluru Statement evocatively calls “the torment of our powerlessness.”
And this is preceded by a heart-rending plea – heart-rending that it should even need to be said: “We are not an innately criminal people.”
Here is another absence in McKenna’s essay. He covers off many of the significant recent events in Aboriginal affairs, including the Uluru Statement, mounting conflict over the meaning of Australia Day, and the defacement of Governor Macquarie’s statue in Hyde Park. But he does not mention an event that shook this nation’s sense of self: the revelations of systemic abuse of Aboriginal children at Don Dale Youth Detention Centre.
Of all the issues that confront our mob, only youth and adult incarceration are named in the Uluru Statement. This is no accident. How can there be reconciliation in a country where Aboriginal people are 12.5 times more likely to be incarcerated than non-Aboriginal people? Where two in every 100 Aboriginal people are in jail? McKenna provides eyewitness accounts “of mass shootings and rape, the burning of bodies, the countless stories of indiscriminate terror and violence.” But as Don Dale proves, this violence never went away – it simply changed forms and concealed itself behind prison walls.
Treaty provides a real hope of addressing our powerlessness. Treaty requires government to sit down and engage with Aboriginal people as equals – not as a problem to be managed, or as stakeholders to be consulted once and then ignored. Aboriginal communities will be able to tell government what they need to build better lives for themselves and their children, and government will be able to respond. There will be a process of give and take, as there is in any negotiation. But it is precisely this sense of mutual obligation that is indispensable for real reconciliation. Throughout my involvement in the Victorian treaty process, this theme has emerged more than any other. Victorian Aboriginal communities are not naive; they have lived through far too much. Echoing the call of Pat Anderson, chair of the Lowitja Institute, what they want above all is for government to speak with them, not to them, and to do so honestly. True recognition requires long and sometimes painful dialogue, as McKenna understands.
Aboriginal people have never wavered in their call for treaty as a recognition of their ancient sovereignty. What has changed is that non-Aboriginal people in this country have started to hear our call, and answer it. As McKenna notes, that answer is being expressed in diffuse and often contradictory ways. Sometimes it seems as if every step we take towards reconciliation is accompanied by some new official act of heartlessness and contempt. But even among the governments of this country, which have always lagged behind the people they represent, a vision for Aboriginal self-determination is taking root.
Treaty is well underway in Victoria, and has been for more than two years. I recently led a tour of southwest Victoria, speaking with the communities there, including my own nation, the Gunditjmara. Among the people I spoke to, including Elders and Traditional Owners, there is a definite sense of change, a sense that the long decades of stasis are drawing to a close. I look forward to speaking to all the Aboriginal nations of Victoria in preparation for the next phase of the treaty process, which is the establishment of an independent representative body, comprising Aboriginal representatives elected by the Aboriginal community. This body will engage with government to develop the architecture to support treaty negotiations.
I would like to finish where McKenna finishes, on the image of a black baby swaddled in the Union Jack. It’s a powerful image – and an ambiguous one. For a long time, that flag flew high over our suffering as Aboriginal people. For that to change, we must all come together and talk as equals, for the first time.
Jill Gallagher
MOMENT OF TRUTH
Correspondence
The Uluru Statement from the Heart centres on the business of speaking and listening. It states the need for a “First Nations Voice enshrined in the Constitution,” and it includes the declaration that “in 1967 we were counted, in 2017 we seek to be heard.” In Moment of Truth, Mark McKenna has given a typically lucid and hard-hitting account of the obstacles and opportunities on the way to making that possible at last, one of the main obstacles being the chronic deafness of the federal authorities.
I’ll never stop learning from Mark. The most interesting thing about his essay is the way it focuses on acknowledgment, or in other words the business of entering into a shared knowledge. This is an exercise at the heart of any good democratic and governance process, and it is shaped generation by generation by the technology of communications. It goes a long way beyond inserting recognition of the First Nations in the federal constitution. It depends on deep structure, and yet the forms of governance created by the constitution militate against any such in-depth, continent-wide listening. The federal constitution might rightly be called racist, but there is surely more to it than that. The constitution is not designed to nourish moral will on a continental scale – imagery and identity, yes, but not will.
How else to explain the way Australia’s 16 million typically decent voting citizens have condoned the brutality of Nauru and Manus? Who could imagine that a government responsible for that sort of brutality would have the sensibility and the listening capacity to do much with the declaration from Uluru?
It is true that the federal government has not always failed this way, but where it has succeeded it has surely done so against the grain. The Uluru Statement points to “the structural nature of our problem,” and that is right. The problem is structural. It is the processes built into the federal system at the start that make the problem so hard to engage with, let alone solve.
McKenna notes three basic aims in the Uluru Statement: (1) the recognition of some form of Indigenous sovereignty as a fundamental aspect of nationhood, (2) a process of truth-telling, so that the violence and dispossession suffered by Indigenous people in the past becomes part of official and general understanding, and (3) ongoing inclusion of Indigenous people, as such, in the federal governing process. The first two feature especially in McKenna’s discussion. But I wonder whether the third is even more fundamental. It’s certainly the one that drew most objections last year.
Those objections carry a certain interesting though superficial logic. In Australia, unlike, say, Canada, pluralism in a governmental sense – even the term “First Nations” – constitutes a sort of heresy. Giving the Indigenous peoples, however they might be termed, a specific role in governance offends Australians’ sense of national unity, though why that sense of unity should be so much more fragile than Canada’s, and so easily infringed, it is hard to say.
Before and after 1901, during the Federation period, the question of genuine democratic process and of active listening was raised many times. It was understood on all sides that the key to successful Federation was that in the two-level government thus created, the higher level would have an inspiriting and coordinating purpose, and that listening and responding to everyday questions would happen at the lower, colonial/state level, as previously. Everything to do with families and social welfare, including education, marriage and property rights, was to remain at the state level, close to the people it affected. The same logic applied to the administration of Aboriginal affairs, although it might have been obvious that in this respect at least the colonial governments had failed. In the United States, another life-and-death issue of racial difference – slavery – had lately been taken out of the hands of the states, as a result of the Civil War.
Some saw danger in this separation of purpose, and in the creation of a government supreme in many things but not designed for listening. Disconnected from the old centres of civility and intellect, the colonial capitals, the federal authorities would be morally adrift, and prey to abstraction, militarism, big-noting and bigotry.
The angriest proponent of this way of thinking was the New South Wales feminist Rose Scott. Scott had an instinctive loathing of the habits of men en masse, and of bullying, whether physical, emotional or intellectual. She saw Federation as an effort by men to create a platform above the issues and influences of daily life, including the issues where the voices of women were particularly relevant. Scott believed that the new Australian nationalism would draw moral energy and therefore the will to listen from the older governments, where a deep sense of direction had already gathered, thanks to years of social networking and highly skilled public persuasion. The question affected women especially. In those days women’s influence was essentially local (for instance, through the ingenious grassroots network of the Women’s Christian Temperance Union), whereas Federation was a form of government designed to stretch over vast distances. So, during World War I, the Department of Defence engaged fairly well with the problems of soldiers and their families, and yet it was frequently outstripped by the Red Cross, a women’s organisation better structured for effective listening. I suggest that this deficiency has created a problem wherever the federal government has ultimate responsibility for intricate social problems, as in refugee camps and in the Northern Territory.
McKenna links listening and violence. He refers to listening as a means of reconciliation after violence. Conversely, listening can also be stopped by violence, and by the bullying Rose Scott spoke of. McKenna places considerable emphasis on “the imprint of violence in [Indigenous Australians’] history on a national scale,” and yet that imprint is not just historical. Violence, compounded by distance, now suppresses voices, especially among Aboriginal people, in what is surely a drastic failure of governance and citizenship. A study completed as a master’s thesis at Cambridge by Jeanette Kerr, then Assistant Commissioner of Police in the Northern Territory and now Acting Deputy Chief Executive Officer, Operations for Territory Families, uses detailed statistical evidence to conclude that “Aboriginal women, children and men of the Northern Territory of Australia … [are] the most victimised people in our country” and that “Aboriginal women in the NT are among the most victimised by intimate partners in the world.” This horror belongs ultimately to the federal government.
This is violence destructive of citizenship because it cancels the power to speak, especially in women. I quote a lawyer who has dealt with issues of domestic violence recently in Alice Springs (my daughter, Elizabeth Atkinson): “In controlling another person you silence them. Your victim’s voice is neatly or not so neatly removed, so as to leave one voice and one narrative, which is your own … The inherently private nature of domestic violence means that silencing can work well enough without others being aware that the victim’s voice is smothered. As with the right to sexual access, women’s voices are not equal to men’s. It is that understanding that has allowed domestic violence to continue unchallenged for so long.”
Any great wrong that goes unchallenged for a long time among a civilised people has to be a result of faulty processes – “the structural nature of our problem,” as the Uluru Statement puts it. My own listening experience has been unadventurous – typical for an ageing white male academic – but ordinary common sense suggests a large hole in the way the federal government operates, a hole in which the impact of voices fails. “The structural nature of our problem” goes from top to bottom. The extent of acknowledgment and truth-telling needed is vast, but so is the extent of necessary restructuring and re-gearing – the systematic (not one-off) opening of ears. Federation was a brilliant experiment in the creation of a coordinating power extending across vast distances, but on the whole it has coped badly with the accumulating demands placed on it. Remoteness (of Central Australia, of Nauru and Manus) is used to cover its failures. Note too how many of those demands have been only lately handed over to Peter Dutton, as Minister for Home Affairs, whose instinct for turning a deaf ear is almost sublime. However, in principle, if the commonwealth can be reconfigured against listening then surely, as McKenna suggests, the opposite might be possible when the time is right.
McKenna concentrates on the will to listen. Obviously, will is crucial. So is the capacity to listen. Will is pointless without capacity. Capacity is unsustainable without will. Somehow or other we have to reinvent both.
Alan Atkinson
DEAD RIGHT
Correspondence
The relationship between history and action in the present is complex. Herodotus conducted his inquiries in part to provide a warning to Athens as to the dangers into which imperial excess could lead them. Machiavelli saw Roman history as a vast storehouse of political data that could be drawn on by political leaders to guide their actions.
At the other extreme, the philosopher Michael Oakeshott argued in Experience and Its Modes that history and practical action constituted different ways of approaching the world, and that it was illegitimate to use the knowledge provided by history to guide how one acted in the present. History provided an abstract model of the past, whereas action in the present required skill.
Of course, Herodotus’s history did nothing to prevent the hubris guiding the Athenians in their actions during the Peloponnesian War. While it might be true that the past has an enormous influence on the present, this does not mean that one can use “History” to guide what actions should be taken in the present. This is because history is an intellectual, and abstract, creation, fabricated out of such materials as have survived the ravages of time.
Any historical account is only provisional. New evidence can emerge, as can different ways of putting the evidence together. For example, one of the most noticeable features of a lot of recent historical writing has been a recognition of the importance of climate in explaining historical change. It is, however, just another form of understanding, not the key to explaining History.
The notion that History can be used as a tool for changing the present is superficially attractive until it is realised that History is a means, an imperfect means, to understand the past; it is not the past itself. To identify a particular history with something called the “Truth,” as Mark McKenna appears to do in his Moment of Truth: History and Australia’s Future, is to use History in a way which, by its very nature, it cannot be used.
The role of the historian is not to be a prophet, or a revolutionary, or even the conscience of a community. Most certainly, history should not be used to right the wrongs of the present. The role of the historian is much more modest, and that is to ensure that our knowledge of the past be as true as possible, given the limited knowledge we have of that past. Such a task is actually more difficult than it seems, especially in the age of the internet, when so many strange and weird accounts of the past are now in circulation. One needs only to look up ancient aliens on YouTube to get a sense of the range of ideas out there.
For this reason, I do not find the idea that “we” need to use history to save our past in order to redeem our present a very attractive notion. Nor am I drawn to the idea that we can reveal a “History” which is the Truth and which can be used in the present for political purposes. Such notions strike me as constituting a form of theology rather than a proper use of history.
There are two aspects of McKenna’s historical method which concern me. One is his view of oral history and the idea that oral accounts of past events which have developed over a number of generations should be treated as the equivalent of written records. All forms of historical records are fallible and therefore open to critique. For example, my grandfather’s obituary in the Sydney Morning Herald is riddled with errors, starting with his name. The problem is that oral history is even more open to error. People can come to believe things which are not true. There was a documentary made a few years ago in which claims were made by some individuals that they had been at school in Tasmania with Anglo-Indian actress Merle Oberon, even though the story of Oberon’s Tasmanian childhood was a complete fabrication made up to hide her real origins.
Human beings come to believe things which never happen, and parents can tell their children stories which the children come to believe are true, even if they are not. The capacity to elaborate and embroider is a natural human tendency, one which makes it often extremely difficult to ascertain the truth regarding particular events. This is why when investigating the past historians invariably need more than one account to be able to have a reasonable sense of what happened.
The second issue is the way in which McKenna constructs his history. The past is complex, as it is composed of human beings each individually pursuing a range of different goals. Many factors impinge on their actions, including contingent events. Yet in McKenna’s account of Australian history there are only two actors – Indigenous Australians and non-Indigenous, or European, Australians – who play out their roles, with McKenna providing the chorus of moral commentary. It is history understood almost entirely in moral terms. It is a history constructed in a sort of Manichean fashion in which there are the evil ones and those on whom they practise their evil.
As a sort of morality play it works quite well, and in this one is reminded of a Stars Wars movie, with the non-Indigenous Australians cast as the evil empire. But as a means of constructing a form of history which helps us to understand the past in all its complexity, it fails. As an example, McKenna claims that European Australians always felt inferior to the British. Yet, as Len Hume argued thirty years ago, many ordinary Australians had a self-confident culture which did not exhibit any such feelings of inferiority. It was only ever the educated, including Manning Clark, who were subject to this inferiority complex.
Put simply, European Australians cannot be reduced to a single homogenous group, as if they were all cloned Imperial stormtroopers in white costumes. The same is true of Indigenous Australians. They all have individual life experiences. The idea that all members of a group are to be condemned, along with all future generations of that group, is definitely a theological notion, and a very dubious one. It is also extremely dangerous; moral responsibility is something which relates to individuals, an idea which McKenna is loath to accept.
What McKenna presents as history is a sort of Punch and Judy show, with Punch constantly battering Judy. This is because the inspiration behind McKenna’s account is not the modest one of seeking to uncover what happened in the past but one of righting what he sees as the wrongs of the present. It is odd in 2018 to read someone who wants to implement the Keating agenda of 1992. The reconciled republic will wash away the sins of the nation and restore it to the path of righteousness. Unsurprisingly, there is a strong smell of Manning Clark in all of this.
Of course, McKenna is entitled to his political agenda and to his idealism, but we need to understand that it is not an agenda appropriate to the study of history. It seems to me that the agenda echoes an earlier period of Australian history, perhaps the time when Australians were indeed 98 per cent British and it was not stretching truth too much to talk about them, as W.K. Hancock did, as possessing a single national character.
With more recent immigration to Australia, the country is now ethnically and religiously diverse, and one wonders what recent immigrants would make of McKenna lumping them in with “European Australians” while telling them that they have also inherited the original sin of those European Australians. I have a good friend who was criticised after an appearance on ABC TV’s The Drum; the comment which upset him the most was being called “white” when he is a Middle Eastern Christian.
McKenna also emphasises the way in which the reconciled republic will finally resolve what he sees as the sovereignty problem of Australia. This is ironic, given Clive Hamilton’s recent book on Chinese government influence in Australia, Silent Invasion. The reality is that Australia might have the illusion of sovereignty but is far from possessing the substance of it. The world, including Australia, has moved on since 1992.
In the second half of the twentieth century there was a tendency to interpret Australian history as a morality play. Unfortunately, interpreting history through the eyes of morality leaves so much else out of consideration, including material factors. The decline of economic history in Australia has been a national disgrace. If we are to understand the trajectory of Australian history, we need to move far beyond the idea of history as morality play. Of course, Indigenous Australians are a crucial part of the story of Australia, but that story is much more complex than historians like McKenna seem to appreciate. We need to have a much broader understanding of the history of Australia, and that means, among other things, having a realistic appreciation of the many factors which have shaped the history of this country. And we need to separate political agendas from the study of history.
Greg Melleuish
DEAD RIGHT
Correspondence
I liked a lot about Mark McKenna’s essay – he knows plenty more about Indigenous history than me, so there was plenty to learn; and I was flying into Sydney airport while reading the comical and poignant history of Kurnell’s street signage, so craning my neck through the window was more than usually fun – but I was left unsatisfied by one key point and uneasy about another.
Unsatisfied, because thinking simply as an Australian who’s not Indigenous and who cares about all this, I’m still not sure that this essay came to grips with what I think is the core paradox of reconciliation (and of Makarrata): that the project is predicated on us all being “after struggle.”
I know Mark gets this, but I’m not sure he gets to this. Are we really post-conflict? Not just can we come together, but are we after struggle yet? I’m up for it, but how honestly sure am I that white Australia is done with doing things that will need to be apologised for and for which it will need to make amends? Would anyone consider Don Dale, deaths in custody and child removal historical wrongs?
And maybe even trickier – who answers this? On the one hand, it’s non-Indigenous Australia that needs to decide to make its confession, yes; but it’s only Indigenous Australia that can offer forgiveness and that can assess the white desire for amendment and judge if satisfaction has been or will be made. We should be prepared to wait.
There’s a great force of sentiment to be forgiven, a force felt in a really large and consequential part of non-Indigenous Australia. I feel it. But I’m not sure there’s as great a sensitivity to the gradations of meaning between asking to be forgiven (yes, good), expecting to be absolved (wait, tricky), and an unconscious wish for a new “cult of forgetfulness” in place of the old (stop, bad).
I get that some of us feel the mark of Cain upon us. The hard question is this: are we entitled to ask that it be removed? Because we cannot un-spill our brother’s blood.
(There’s an analogy here with the desperately sincere but unfortunately double-helixed desires of many non-Indigenous Australians that we both abolish an old national day that gives offence to Indigenous people and create a new national day that doesn’t cause discomfort to non-Indigenous people. There’s a lot to be said for the first. But the second – I’m not sure we will ever get there, and I’m not sure we should, and I’m definitely sure we’re not there now. Can we have – and should we seek – a national day which is unproblematic? On one reading, only when we are a nation that is unproblematic.)
This dissatisfaction I felt goes to the paradox of truth-telling and reconciliation about violence and dispossession, and to the paradox of changing the date without forgetting the day. It goes to the paradox of resolving sovereignty, too. Mark argues for the “spiritual notion” of Indigenous sovereignty to “explicitly coexist with the sovereignty of the Australian people in a future republican constitution.”
Okay. How?
I don’t mean through what form of words and force of law (although also how in that sense?). And I don’t mean I’m not sure whether Mark’s argument is that these Indigenous questions have to be dealt with “before” the republic or “with” the republic, although that too.
I mean: how do you get agreement to Mark’s goal?
Do Indigenous Australians want a constitutional settlement that the substantial sovereignty over these waters and lands is that of “the Australian people” (in place of the Crown), while their own “shines through as a fuller expression of Australia’s nationhood”?
Do they want political support for “Voice, Treaty and Truth” to entail political support for an Australian republic – and in turn, are they really offering to bet all their own hopes on a double-or-nothing deal with the public at large?
Should progress on Voice, Treaty and Truth really require not only a successful referendum for an Australian to be our head of state but in turn a successful resolution – which must surely only mean abandonment – of substantive claims against the Crown?
Yes, clearly all that could be consistent with one reading of Uluru and how it would relate to the establishment of an Australian head of state, and I don’t suggest Mark has made this up out of whole cloth, of course not. But I do think we need to ask – and I think we need to listen for a good amount of time.
First, because from my professional political perspective, my head tells me that forcing this kind of very strong legal connection of the question of Indigenous sovereignty to the question of an Australian head of state asks a great deal of a nascent, vital, perhaps even fragile, certainly not inevitable Indigenous project, and it largely asks that to the benefit of someone and something else. Precisely because of the importance of this campaign to Indigenous Australia and to every Australian, I am most reluctant to see miscalculations made in goodwill hitch the weight of the republican wagon to this bright southern star.
And second, because from my suburban vantage point, my heart insists that what’s most important about the project of Voice, Treaty and Truth is that it is Indigenous-led, Indigenous-defined. It’s obviously not the only thing to be done, in Indigenous affairs or in national life, and no one says it is. And what I hear Indigenous people saying to me is that what gives the Uluru Statement meaning, perhaps above all else, is that it presents as a black solution to a black problem.
Since taking up the republic campaign in May last year, I have done a lot more listening than speaking or writing about Indigenous politics. That approach will continue – I come with my ears on – and our campaign will certainly not speak over Indigenous voices or force ourselves onto this vital cause.
So this is the second point – the one about which I’m uneasy.
I’m uneasy when Mark says, “The only republic worth having is a reconciled republic.” I don’t exactly disagree, and I’ll offer something more specific about what that means for the Australian Republic Movement in a moment. But first up, I don’t think that is fair to the idea of reconciliation. Because I don’t think the purpose of the Uluru process was to give my life meaning and I know it was not to give my campaign meaning. I am not asking Indigenous Australia to do the spiritual labour for the nation. And I don’t think this version of the argument helps the campaign for Voice, Treaty and Truth.
This is why I don’t think it makes sense – not only because I don’t think it’s prudent, but because I don’t think it’s even good, really – to insist that these issues are more than just related, more than just connected, but that they have to have a concrete constitutional integration as part of a sequence (much less a cognate set) of constitutional changes set out years in advance.
Quite the contrary. In my opinion, when it comes to thinking about Voice, Treaty and Truth and about the republic, the question isn’t who goes first, it’s what happens when.
I propose holding a national vote in 2020 on the in-principle question (Do you want an Australian as Australia’s head of state?) and the model question (Should an Australian head of state be elected by the voters or by the Parliament?). I argue this should lead to a republic referendum in 2022. I support having a national vote on the Indigenous questions on the date and in the form that Indigenous leadership and community want it held. It is as simple and as complicated as that.
The role of the Crown in Australian life is just not acceptable. And the moment we can cut it out, we should do so. In an hour, if we get the chance. The absence of Indigenous sovereignty in Australian law is calamitous and absurd. Name the date and I’ll vote yes pre-poll so I can help out driving people to the polls on the day.
Let’s get on with it together.
Michael Cooney
DEAD RIGHT
Correspondence
As one of the principal designers of the constitutional dialogues and the National Constitutional Convention, alongside Referendum Council colleagues such as Noel Pearson and Pat Anderson, I found that Mark McKenna’s Quarterly Essay exhausted me. The constitutional dialogues were a huge endeavour. In the weeks after reading this eminent Australian historian’s engagement with the Uluru Statement from the Heart, I procrastinated on writing a reply. After all, it was his book This Country: A Reconciled Republic? that had heavily influenced my decision to become a constitutional lawyer. After Turnbull’s unprincipled rejection of the Uluru reforms, particularly the voice to parliament, combined with the apparent resurgence of a version of republicanism that, as in 1999, ignores completely the unfinished business of the Australian state, it felt like Groundhog Day.
Reading McKenna, it was hard not to feel aggrieved on behalf of the many civic-minded Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander women and men, traditional owners, grannies and elders and young people who earnestly participated, in good faith, in a state-sanctioned process aimed at improving Australian democratic governance. Burned by decades of rejection and reform inertia, the constitutional dialogue participants routinely expressed cynicism at the recognition project. Referring back to political statements such as the Yirrkala bark petitions of 1963, the Barunga Statement of 1988, the Eva Valley Statement of 1993, the Kalkaringi Statement of 1998, the ATSIC report on the Social Justice Package in 1995, the Council for Aboriginal Reconciliation, and the Kirribilli Statement of 2015, they astutely observed that those efforts lay collecting dust or adorning Parliament House walls.
We implored dialogue participants to set aside any conviction that the Australian legal and political system cannot change. We argued that the institutions of the Australian state are designed to evolve: tradition and change. The Constitution was intended to be altered. We said that law reform requires imagination, and we must work together to imagine the world can be a better place for our jarjums and strive towards the goal. The National Constitutional Convention delivered that goal. The meeting held at Yulara near Uluru rubber-stamped the decisions already made in the regions. The convention had no mandate to revisit the decisions the dialogue participants had collectively made across this country from December 2016 to May 2017, traversing wet season and cyclones and ceremony. By Uluru, the people had spoken.
Those 1200 mob across the country are the heroes of this story. They suspended their disbelief that the Australian state could change. And for three magical, and often heated, days in twelve regions, a meaningful constitutional settlement was designed. Team players, our people. In good faith they discharged their civic service to the nation in the most serious, determined and learned way. Generosity beyond belief. The dialogue invitations privileged traditional owners: 60 per cent were TOs, 20 per cent were Aboriginal community organisations and 20 per cent were individuals. This was to avoid the group-think of usual suspects. These people understood civic responsibility because they understand reciprocity and communal responsibility. It is at the heart of our culture. And McKenna is right to identify this process as a triumph of Australian democracy, something all Australians should be proud of.
As the Referendum Council stated in its final report, the dialogues were unprecedented in Australian history:
[This is] the first time a constitutional convention has been held with and for Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples. It was significant … as a response to the historical exclusion of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples from the original processes which led to the drafting, establishment and oversight of Australia’s Constitution …
[The] Dialogues engaged 1,200 Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander delegates [an average of 100 delegates from each Dialogue] out of a population of approximately 600,000 Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples nationally.
This is the most proportionately significant consultation process that has ever been undertaken with First Peoples. Indeed, it engaged a greater proportion of the relevant population than the constitutional convention debates of the 1800s, from which First Peoples were excluded.
Equally unprecedented was the historic consensus of the many first nations, “coming from all points of the southern sky.” Never before, in the short life of Australian democracy, have Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples participated directly in a deliberative decision-making on constitutional reform and delivered a consensus position.
Those intimately involved in the Referendum Council’s work had prepared for every contingency in planning the dialogues, from interpretation to cultural protocols. We had even, to some degree, predicted the contemptuous response of the Turnbull government in rejecting Uluru: measly, scared, mean-spirited; true to form. What we were not prepared for was the emotional reaction to and overwhelming support of the Australian people for the Uluru Statement from the Heart. It has crossed political boundaries. This is no doubt why the prime minister has placed the voice to parliament back in the terms of reference for another parliamentary joint select committee, the fifth government mechanism on recognition in seven years. The anger at Turnbull’s rejection of this very weighty and prudent law-reform proposal for weak and incoherent reasons, as well as his televised aggression toward young Aboriginal lawyer Teela Reid, who is in support of Uluru, galvanised support among Australians across party lines.
We issued the Uluru Statement “from the heart.” We issued it deliberately and purposefully to our fellow Australians because we know the limitations of the political class. We predicted that the Australian prime minister would fly to Mutitjulu, to feast on a cultural ceremony with an entourage of advisers – including those who have presided over one of the worst Indigenous policy eras on record – accompanied by a fawning and mostly uncritical press, to witness the ritualism of another prime minister transforming a political painting into a decorative one.
This is the torment of our powerlessness.
We made a strategic decision about reform inertia in contemporary Australian politics and wrote an argument for structural reform that we hoped would be persuasive to the Australian people. We hoped Aussies of all stripes would read it, be persuaded of the exigency of structural reform, and walk with us to help us convince those who are meant to represent us to think beyond the short-termism of electoral cycles and their own self-interest, to unify the nation so that the ancient polities of the country on this continent we all share can shine through as a fuller expression of Australia’s nationhood.
Which brings me to Mark McKenna’s essay: the Uluru Statement from the Heart is the blueprint for an Australian republic.
How could it be otherwise?
McKenna, one of Australia’s leading historians, posited this argument after the Australian Republic Movement decided to go it alone in 1999. Decoupling the idea of an Australian head of state from the question of Aboriginal sovereignty is a reductive vision of republicanism.
How can you shift sovereignty without addressing Aboriginal sovereignty? As McKenna writes, “The Uluru Statement’s invitation to ground the Commonwealth’s sovereignty in the ancient sovereignty of Indigenous Australia goes to the heart of the coming republic.” Republicanism, in its legal and political potential, invites the nation to engage in a discussion of a much grander vision of nationhood and structural reform than the 1999 version, which was and remains, structurally, lipstick on a pig. As McKenna writes, “‘Business as usual’ – the credo of minimalist republicanism in the 1990s – is no longer a credible response.”
Emotional appeals lamenting that the sons and daughters of the Southern Cross can never be the head of state are antiquated in this global world. The charge they carried in the 1990s is no longer felt. I should know. I am a republican. I was a kid republican in 1999. I am an adult republican in 2018.
Like many of those who contacted me following my recent essay in the Monthly, I don’t feel an emotional connection to the Australian republican movement. Australians have more serious things to worry about than whether their sons and daughters can be president. What a luxury of a thought. This is an era, after all, when ordinary citizens are acutely conscious of the inequality produced by unrestrained neoliberal policies, and of the limitations of minimalist ballot-box democratic governance. We live in an era of professional politicians. We know precisely whose sons or daughters will become president.
The smallness of the current republican vision as driven by elites is notably informed by the rigidity of the amendment mechanism in the Australian Constitution. Only eight out of forty-four referendums have been successful since 1901, and none has been successful in the past forty years. The “frozen continent” has nurtured a culture of timidity when it comes to constitutional vision, especially structural reform. On constitutional reform, the state is willing to countenance a referendum if it means a “sure thing.” That is to say, tinkering and symbolism: symbolic recognition of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples and a minimalist form of republicanism.
But here’s the rub. The elites shrinking themselves to match the conservatism of the amendment mechanism is a fundamental misreading of the Australian people’s appetite for structural reform. The political elites are gaming the referendum process based on a crude calculation that of the eight successful referendums, the majority had bipartisan support. The equation, therefore, is that bipartisanship is what can drive a successful referendum in the modern age.
There are a number of problems with this. First, it is based on an assumption that the Australian people delegate their judgment on a proposal for amendment to politicians. That may have been the case forty years ago, when the last successful amendments were made. It may not be the case today. The faith that Australians have in the judgment of their democratically elected representatives may not be as fervent as it was forty years ago. Given the reform inertia that has existed in the country for well over a decade, whether it be on productivity, climate change, Indigenous affairs, financial regulation or infrastructure, it is a huge task to convince Australians that reform-lite, professional politicians have their best interests at heart. Second, for better or worse, we live in an era of social media. No referendum has been held for forty years. It is easy to sneer about Twitter, as thought leaders and politicians and journalists tend to do when it suits them. But Twitter and Facebook have opened up the political space for contestation of national narratives in a way that our professional political parties and the media do not do so well. It has aided the expression of Aboriginal opinions and an Aboriginal worldview that previously were ignored by the mainstream media.
Constitutional recognition is a perfect example of the lack of curiosity in the media when it comes to the Indigenous polities of the nation. The notion that the Uluru Statement was unexpected, the pearl-clutching of the political elite lamenting the non-endorsement of race provisions by Uluru – without actually reading the Referendum Council report – the suggestion that the dialogues should be rerun, or the idea that Noel Pearson was the puppetmaster of the process – these are but a sample of the nonsense journalism we had to contend with after Uluru. In the Twitter era, political elites can snark about community opinion on social media, but they cannot control it and they can no longer control national identity. I saw political elites refer to Aboriginal contestation of Anzac Day apropos the frontier wars as revisionist history. Really? Historical fact as revisionism? Twitter has been unequivocally effective in allowing Indigenous peoples to rein in the recognition debate and to promulgate competing ideas of Australia Day, Anzac Day and many other things.
My procrastination on penning this reply to McKenna lasted until a few things happened to counter my fatigue. Richard Flanagan at the National Press Club happened. Most fascinating was the lack of questions from journalists on the Uluru Statement: true to form. Then the debate over a Captain Cook monument erupted. McKenna writes of Kurnell in his essay. A government that rejects something like the Uluru statement and then deploys language like “shared history” and “the view from the ship and the view from the shore” to clothe its hypocrisy is hard to stomach. This is the government that discredited a dialogue process led by the cultural authority of the country, including the Tasmanian Aboriginal Corporation, the Kimberley Land Council, the New South Wales Aboriginal Land Council, the Northern Land Council, the South West Aboriginal Land and Sea Council, the Federation of Victorian Traditional Owner Corporations, the North Queensland Land Council, the Central Land Council, the Aboriginal Legal Rights Movement and the Torres Shire Council. This is the government that rejected improved Aboriginal participation in the democratic life of the state and truth-telling as promoting inequality and antithetical to Australia democratic values. The announcement of a Cook monument was received by many Aboriginal people for what it is: a taunt.
The Uluru Statement contains an Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander version of Australian history, called “Our Story.” It states:
The Crown had made promises when it colonised Australia. In 1768, Captain Cook was instructed to take possession “with the consent of the natives.” In 1787, Governor Phillip was instructed to treat the First Nations with “amity and kindness.” But there was a lack of good faith. The frontier continued to move outwards and the promises were broken in the refusal to negotiate and the violence of colonisation.
There cannot be a monument to Captain Cook without a monument to the First Nations and the massacres that followed. It will be for the traditional owners of that country to lead those negotiations, but, as Professor Marcia Langton tweeted, their countrymen and countrywomen are watching with great interest: “I hope there will be a memorialisation of the first people whose lives changed irrevocably. They are of far more consequence than #CaptainCook.” McKenna agrees: “James Cook’s eight days at Botany Bay have been made to appear more significant than millennia of Indigenous occupation.”
At the dialogues around the nation, the stories of the killings were shared. Particularly moving were the stories of the sadness. Old people spoke of the monuments erected across Australia honouring explorers who opened up the frontier without even so much as a nod to the First Peoples whose lives were irrevocably changed. Here is a story from Ross River:
Participants expressed disgust about a statue of John McDouall Stuart being erected in Alice Springs following the 150th anniversary of his successful attempt to reach the Top End. This expedition led to the opening up of the “South Australian frontier” which lead to massacres as the telegraph line was established and white settlers moved into the region. People feel sad whenever they see the statue; its presence and the fact that Stuart is holding a gun is disrespectful to the Aboriginal community who are descendants of the families slaughtered during the massacres throughout central Australia.
The desire for a factual picture of Australian history is not an irredentist movement. Truth-telling about history is inextricably linked to wellbeing and health. While those who have fared well from the status quo lead a chorus of strengths-based discourse, the statistics speak for themselves. Many of our polity are struggling. It makes no logical sense to compare university graduation rates to incarceration rates. Such a glib observation ignores the structures that drive incarceration. Conversely, graduation rates have been the product of substantive equality, including measures such as special entry into universities. Apples and oranges.
There are those, black and white, who have disavowed the Uluru Statement because they have skin in the game in maintaining the status quo. Hallowed access to parliamentarians, funding that requires no acquittals, funding that requires no formal Indigenous Advancement Strategy submissions, ministerial patronage. These advocates of the status quo are stakeholders in a massive, billion-dollar industry that feeds off Indigenous disadvantage and the abundant snake oil concocted to remedy it. Ten years after Closing the Gap, the status quo ain’t working. Structural reform – power – in Australia’s constitutional framework is the only way to ameliorate the powerlessness. Make no bones about it, the Uluru reforms were clever, sequenced reforms driven mostly by the people who have not benefited from the gilded cosmopolitanism that some have. Also, they were a collective expression of self-determination by many First Nations. The individuals who sought to undermine this consensus demonstrate the effectiveness of the settler state in leveraging skin in the game.
The dialogues are an Australian innovation. And as McKenna so eloquently and powerfully captures, many Australians view it that way. The polling routinely suggests a majority of Australians will support the first step, a voice to parliament, at referendum. It is logical. It is fair. It is modest. It has always been the case that the Australian people are light-years ahead of the politicians on reconciliation. Not in the skewed Australian notion of the word, but in the nuanced, on-the-ground, gritty nature of coexistence. After all, we live among one another.
I have had the experience of widespread consultation with Australians and Indigenous peoples twice in seven years: with the Expert Panel on Indigenous Constitutional Recognition in 2011 and again with the Referendum Council in 2016–17. One issue that the mob raised during 2011, which was raised again in 2016–17, was treaty and sovereignty and a voice to parliament. The proposal for a voice was new but unsurprising, given the voicelessness and powerlessness of many communities in the past decade, following the termination of ATSIC. The truth-telling that emerged from the dialogues organically in 2016–17 linked back to the sentiment expressed in 2011 by non-Indigenous Australians – ranging from graziers in Mount Isa and Longreach to urbanites across the nation – that Australian history was not taught well in schools, and that Australians hankered for a richer story of nationhood than merely the stories of war.
As Anzac Day approached, I felt unsettled, like many Aboriginal people. I attended the Annual Ted Larkin Memorial Oration at the National Rugby League headquarters in my role as an Australian Rugby League Commissioner. Edward “Ted” Larkin was a former rugby union player who became the first secretary of the New South Wales Rugby League. He saw active service in World War I and was killed on the first day of the Gallipoli landing.
I did not expect the evening to have such a profound impact on me. I was seated next to the most fascinating and marvellous man. An elegant man. A rugby league man. A military man. The closing remarks at the Ted Larkin Oration were given by this man, Lieutenant Colonel John Sullivan AO, eighty-nine years of age. We bonded over rugby league, Greg Inglis and Johnathan Thurston and his beloved Narrandera Lizards Rugby League. This man, whom I did not know until this night, gave the most extraordinary speech on Australian identity I have ever heard. He conveyed the Anzac story in the most inclusive and generous way – in a way I had never heard before. The Anzac spirit is something that is routinely presented in an exclusive way by the media. For a woman, it is often masculine. For an Aboriginal person, it is almost always white. Yet this veteran spoke so lovingly of all the many dimensions of Anzac. He spoke of rugby league as the greatest game of all, from which many of the ranks of soldiers were drawn across New South Wales and Queensland during the wars, working-class men. He spoke of our NRL players as the world’s last gladiators – it is a tough, tough sport, rugby league – and he lauded the players for the Anzac spirit they demonstrated on the field week in and week out – their discipline, inclusiveness, tolerance.
And then he spoke singularly and meaningfully about Aboriginal people. He spoke of the relationships and friendships among Aboriginal rugby league players and non-Indigenous rugby league players. He spoke of the importance of Indigenous players to the game and those black diggers who returned from war to a nation that had formal racial segregation through protection acts and did not recognise them. He spoke of the courage of coexistence. And finally, he spoke about the horrors of war: that war must never be glorified and that the Anzac spirit must embrace the values of diversity and tolerance because, above all, the Anzac spirit is about love.
Extraordinary old bloke. Such generosity. Such inclusiveness. Such leadership. Love. Who dares utter such a word on the eve of Anzac Day? Love. I was blown away. This, too, is the story of Uluru. Uluru is about love. In one evening, my two worlds, which seem so far apart, rugby league and constitutional law, collided. The coming together after a struggle.
What’s the risk of the status quo? So many refer to closing the gap, but it is not that. My friend and colleague at UNSW Law, Professor Rosalind Dixon, hit the nail on the head when she addressed the NSW Bar Association on the Uluru reforms:
The risk in the status quo is a whole generation of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples will entirely lose faith in the process of legal and constitutional reform. I say that as someone who has the great privilege of teaching some people who are the leaders of that generation and I can say to you from what they have said to me, there is a real sense that this is the last chance … we get for a generation to fix this and so that the small risk that one runs of changing things with, you know, downstream uncertainty has to be weighed against the absolutely certain risk of disillusioning and disappointing a whole generation of leaders and fellow members of our community.
This is what worries me. The risk of rejecting this modest reform is significant: a generation of Australians who lose faith in a system that is meant to reform and is built to evolve.
I never thought of myself as a leader, only as a constitutional lawyer. But on the day of Turnbull’s rejection of the voice to parliament, I was rushing to the law school for the awarding of a prize to a former UNSW law student, Dylan Lino, who had written his thesis at Melbourne and Harvard on Indigenous recognition. On the way, we listened to Noel Pearson thunder on Radio National at the callous and ruthless way the Turnbull government had rejected Uluru that very day and leaked it to the Courier-Mail. Not a single phone call had been made to anyone involved.
The driver was a young Aboriginal lawyer with fuchsia hair, whom I had invited to participate in the dialogues. She had to pull over, her eyes flooding with tears, sobbing at the rejection, distressed by Pearson’s distress. For the first time, I understood leadership. I was heartbroken at her heartbreak. I could see her faith in the rule of law, fairness and equality – all the important characteristics of our public law system – drain from her face. I spoke to Noel and Pat about how to manage the heartbreak of the young Aboriginal people we took on this journey: the junior lawyers, the facilitators, the working-group leaders, the scribes and note-takers, the event organisers, the caterers … all of these young Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander kids full of hope, who, unlike us, had never heard the settler state say, “No.”
The self-interest of the government wanting to rush to a referendum on section 44 was not lost on anyone, nor was that of the republican movement, straight out of the gate after Turnbull’s rejection to claim that theirs would be the next referendum. It was as if Uluru did not happen. It is as if recognition has stood still. It is 1999 all over again.
It is a fact that Australia achieved true independence from Britain on 3 March 1986. McKenna puts it this way:
We have already “broken away” and become an independent nation except in two crucial respects: we are without an Australian head of state and we have yet to anchor our vision of popular sovereignty in the continent’s Indigenous antiquity, as the Uluru Statement from the Heart invites us to do.
For the first time, a state mechanism, the Referendum Council, adopted the Aboriginal tradition of storytelling to influence the hard-edged contours of the Australian state that has for too long resisted the footprint of the cultural authority of this country and has been the poorer for it. So do yourself a favour: don’t just read McKenna’s fine essay, go and read the Referendum Council report. The Uluru Statement from the Heart is an invitation to you: to alleviate the need for us to be the buyer and the seller in this transaction. Mark McKenna has taken up the invitation and met us at base camp, as have so many: Alan Jones, Bill Shorten, Greg Craven, Fred Chaney, Sam Mostyn, Fiona Stanley … and I hope Lieutenant Colonel John Sullivan AO.
McKenna’s thesis – that the Australian republic is an Aboriginal issue – is, following Uluru, an idea whose time has come. Let’s not render another generation of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander youth disillusioned. Let’s show them the potential of the Australian state when we work together, the people of this country, as a team. If we don’t lead the way, the politicians maintain the status quo.
Megan Davis
WITHOUT AMERICA
Response to Correspondence
It is possible that the core argument of Without America will turn out to be wrong. Instead of withdrawing strategically from Asia, as I predict, America might remain the region’s leading power, or at least retain enough weight and influence to block China’s ambitions to take its place. Like the great majority of Australians, I very much hope that this is what happens, because it would so plainly be the best outcome for us. But hoping for the best is not a policy. Our policy-makers have a responsibility to think clearly about the risk that things don’t turn out so well, and what we should be doing about it.
How big is that risk? How likely is it that America will still be the, or even a, major power in Asia in twenty years’ time? That depends, among other things, on the Asia experts in Washington who formulate and implement US policy. If America is to maintain a strong leadership role in our region, these are the people who will make it happen. There is no doubt that the vast majority of them are convinced that America can, will and must remain the leading power in Asia. But how clearly do they see what that will involve?
How well do they understand the task that America faces? How clearly do they assess China’s power and resolve? How seriously have they considered what America will have to do to respond effectively? How carefully have they calculated what that would cost? How honestly have they weighed those costs against the fundamental interests and imperatives that US leadership in Asia is supposed to serve? How frankly have they explained all this to the American people? And how confident can they be, and can we be, that America’s political leadership, and the American people, agree with their assumption that defeating China’s challenge is worth what it will cost?
We have a useful opportunity to consider these questions, because four of the commentaries presented here come from the heart of Washington’s Asia policy establishment.
Ely Ratner, Mike Green, Evan S. Medeiros, Andrew Shearer and David Shambaugh are all very serious players, and it is hard to imagine a group that better represents the state of thinking among the people in Washington whose ideas will shape America’s response to China’s power and ambition. What they say matters.
I appreciate it that such respected and authoritative figures have taken the trouble to respond in such detail to the essay. It shows the generous willingness to engage and debate which remains such an attractive feature of American intellectual life. It also offers us in Australia a chance to hear directly from them about how they see the task they face, and to judge for ourselves how well they understand what they are up against, and what it will require of them and of their country. And that in turn helps us understand how likely it is that they can steer America to preserve a leading role in Asia.
While there are important differences of tone and emphasis among these four commentaries, they all convey a strikingly consistent basic message. Some suggest that American policy today is just fine, others that adjustments are needed, but all agree that nothing fundamental has to change. To remain the leading power in Asia, America just has to keep on doing what it has done for so long. The nature of the task, and the demands it will make of America, will be much the same as they were back in the days when US leadership in Asia was uncontested.
This is the first major point on which we disagree. One key element of my argument about America’s future in Asia is that America faces, in China, an entirely new kind of challenge, from an entirely new kind of challenger – one that is both more powerful and more resolved than any it has faced before – and that as a result the old policies and postures will no longer work. Over coming decades America will need to create a whole new policy to meet this new challenge. My Washington critics don’t think China is a very serious challenger, so they don’t think America has to do anything very different, or more demanding, to resist it. Indeed, under Obama, as Ely Ratner makes clear, they were not even sure that China was challenging America at all. Now they all agree that it is, in line with the new US National Security Strategy’s identification of China as a rival. They just think that it will prove an easy rival to defeat.
Who is right? Much depends on how one judges China’s power relative to America’s. They argue that I overestimate China’s power and underestimate America’s. But none of them addresses the single biggest factor in this whole debate: the shift in relative economic weight in China’s favour. They do not acknowledge the central, simple, brutal fact that China’s economy is set to overtake America’s to become the largest in the world, on any measure. Listing America’s economic strengths and China’s economic weaknesses does nothing to dispel the significance of this shift.
Just how far and fast this shift is happening has been made clear in the Australian government’s foreign policy white paper, published at the same time Without America was released. It presented a chart setting out the Treasury’s estimates of the relative size of key economies in 2030, twelve years from now. It predicted that America’s GDP will be $24 trillion and China’s $42 trillion – not far from double America’s. Of course, that prediction could be wrong, but it is very unlikely to be wrong by a large enough margin to justify Washington’s complacency. It is not credible or responsible for American policy-makers to ignore the truly tectonic shift in the distribution of economic weight between America and China, the implications of that shift for their relative power, and the consequences of that for America’s future in Asia.
Nor do they acknowledge that China’s military capacities, though still behind America’s in many ways, are far, far more potent today than they were even a decade ago, and that this has huge implications for the way a military clash with China would play out, how much it would cost America in blood and treasure, and how it could end. Nothing the Trump administration is doing to bolster US military capability will reverse this trend, or even do much to slow it.
And they do not see how far China has already changed the regional strategic landscape as its power and influence has grown. They are right to say that few, if any, countries in Asia want to live under China’s shadow, but they are quite wrong to assume that China’s neighbours are therefore willing to sacrifice their relationships with China to support America’s ambitions to resist it.
Finally, they do not address the central question of the balance of resolve between the rivals. Each of these four commentaries reaffirms the orthodox Washington view that America is determined to preserve its leading role in Asia. None of them explores the Chinese side of this equation – the possibility that China is even more determined to take its place and become the leading power in East Asia. They fail, therefore, to engage with the key point that I tried to illuminate in the Situation Room scenario in the essay: that as the balance of power between the rivals becomes more equal, the advantage increasingly shifts to the side that has, and is seen to have, the greater resolve. And nothing my Washington critics say detracts from the simple, geographical fact that what happens in Asia matters more to China than it does to the United States. They too readily assume that they can set the tempo and intensity of the contest with China, and frame it in terms which they can win easily. The Chinese clearly have other views.
None of this necessarily means that America cannot maintain a leadership role in Asia. But it does mean that it would have to make an extraordinary effort to do so. Things have changed fundamentally since 1972, when US primacy became uncontested. Now it faces a determined contest from a rival that is far more powerful economically, and therefore strategically, than any it has ever faced before. To prevail, it would need to create a very new and different model of engagement with Asia, and accept a burden of costs and risks far greater than any it has borne in many decades. But there is no sign, from their critiques of my essay, that the key people in Washington who would have to design and develop this new policy understand the nature or the scale of the task.
And then, of course, there is Trump. My Washington critics all, in different ways, urge Australians to ignore the Trump phenomenon, and to have faith that they and people like them – the US foreign and strategic policy establishment – can corral Trump’s America First instincts and persuade him, or his successors, to do what is needed to keep America strong in Asia. That seems to reflect a complacent assumption that Trump’s election was a complete aberration, rather than a result of powerful and persistent currents in US national life, including in America’s attitude to its role in the world. They take it for granted that Americans under Trump or his successors are willing to make the sacrifices needed to lead in Asia.
They cite the language on China as a rival in the new National Security Strategy, and Trump’s willingness to travel to Asia last year. But there is no reason to think that Trump really believes what the National Security Strategy said, nor that the strategy itself embodies any serious idea of what to do about China. And the suggestion that a twelve-day presidential trip to Asia constitutes a serious demonstration of US resolve shows how little those who make this suggestion understand the scale of the task America faces – even leaving aside the fact that Trump’s conduct on the trip sent precisely the opposite message. The weight of evidence suggests that Trump is as committed to his America First vision as he ever was.
That makes it very unlikely that Trump would commit himself to an effective policy in Asia, even if it were as cheap and easy as my Washington critics assume, or that he could convince Americans to support him if he did. It is even less plausible that Americans could be convinced to pay the far higher price that would really be involved. I would feel much more confident that my gloomy predictions about America’s future in Asia will turn out to be wrong if my Washington critics showed more awareness of the need to persuade Americans that US national interests in Asia justify the real costs and risks of an intense strategic contest with China.
All this offers an important lesson for Australians. What my Washington critics’ comments tell us is that the mainstream of the US foreign policy establishment remains in denial about the scale and seriousness of China’s challenge. They ask us to trust them to manage China, and to support them in doing so. But they have no idea how to respond to it effectively, nor how to persuade American voters to support an effective response. That must, regrettably, increase the chances that the gloomy prediction embodied in the title of Without America turns out to be right.
Patrick Lawrence’s intriguing comment strikes a very different note, and reminds us how diverse and rich the US debate on these questions is once one moves outside the policy establishment. There is much to explore here, but I’ll just touch on two points. One is the key question of the nature of the US–China contest, which depends among other things, on what China wants. Patrick asks whether it is, or need be, a zero-sum game. Does China necessarily want America out of the Western Pacific, or does it just want America to “move over” and make some space for China at a top table that they might share?
I too have wondered this, and in some earlier work – my first Quarterly Essay, Power Shift, and my book The China Choice – I argued that America and China could reach a new modus vivendi, in which they shared power in East Asia. But it seemed to me unlikely that China would settle for that, rather than assert its own regional hegemony, unless America made it clear that there would be big costs and risks to China in trying to exclude America completely. That would, of course, require America to accept big costs and risks too. Back then I hoped America might find a way to do that: now I am much less sure that it can or will. Likewise, a power-sharing order in Asia could only emerge if America were willing to accept the complex give and take that it would require – instead, America could simply choose to withdraw once its own leadership became unsustainable. Alas, it seems that the latter is the case. Power-sharing takes two to tango, and I don’t think America is up for it.
The second point is what this means for Australia. Patrick is quite right to detect a severe bout of stage fright over how we conduct ourselves in an Asia without America. How frightened we are was neatly shown in the government’s 2017 Foreign Policy White Paper. Amid all the bureaucratic boilerplate, the key message was stark, and starkly incoherent. After acknowledging the profound shift in relative power, the force of China’s ambitions and the uncertainties of America’s response, the white paper nonetheless concluded that Australia could and should continue to rely on America to manage China for us and preserve the rules-based order which we depend on to shield us from China’s power. Future historians will puzzle over this, but I think stage fright is the explanation. One only has to watch Malcolm Turnbull and Julie Bishop – or their Labor counterparts – tiptoe round the issue to see how scared of it they are.
My colleague Merriden Varrall has taught me a great deal about China, and the sketch she offers of the distinctive elements of the Chinese worldview is really important and helpful. I’m therefore rather relieved to find that our conclusions about what China wants are perhaps not as far apart as she may think. I do not really see myself as quite the rock-eating realist she suggests, in that I think the sources and motives of states’ strategic actions are more complex than the classic realists allow. But I do think that states end up distilling the multiple forces acting within them into clear, if not always coherent, strategic agendas. And it does seem to me that, from all the complex factors that feed into it, we can see distilled in China today a perfectly clear and coherent agenda whose primary focus is to establish its strategic leadership in East Asia.
How far this amounts to an us-or-them zero-sum rivalry with America depends, among other things, on how America responds. If America’s response to China’s ambitions is – as the Washington establishment argues – simply to insist on the preservation of the US order, then the Beijing leadership is left with no choice but to either abandon its ambitions altogether, or to push back hard. If Beijing did not start off with a realist us-or-them agenda, Washington has pushed them towards it.
There is a broader point about the issues raised by Merriden and Patrick Lawrence concerning how we assess China’s actions and motives. Those who know China well tend to focus on ways in which China is different from other countries. They see its unique culture, history and vision of itself as driving equally unique forms of international conduct. I’m sure that is true, but only up to a point. China today works as a state in a system of states, and it has little choice but to operate within that system, even as it seeks to change the way it works. I therefore think increasingly we need to recognise that China acts a lot like other states, and that it is therefore, for example, compelled to play power politics to assert its ambitions for more influence in the system just as other countries have done, because that is the way the system is built. And it seems to be very good at doing this.
What China will do with the power and influence it is winning through successful power politics is, of course, a separate but critical question. John Fitzgerald is in little doubt that it intends to throw its weight around in ways that fundamentally undermine our interests and even our sovereignty. I’m not sure it is quite that bad. Sovereignty is too slippery and emotive a concept to be much use to us here. Protecting sovereignty is seen as an absolute imperative, so when we regard any pressure from abroad concerning any national policy as an attack on our sovereignty, we have no choice but to resist that pressure, whatever the cost. But this way of thinking about sovereignty is fanciful. Countries adjust their policies under pressure from others all the time – it is what international relations is all about. Sovereignty consists in the power to choose how to respond to such pressure, not in the fact of responding at all.
So far, at least, I see no signs that China really threatens our sovereignty. What it is plainly doing – and John was among the first to draw attention to this – is putting more and more pressure on Australia to adjust our policies to suit its interests. But it remains up to how to respond. We can still decide whether to go along, or to pay the costs that China can impose should we resist. These are the choices we have to learn to make in a much more nuanced and sophisticated way than we have so far done. Events over the past few months, since Without America was published, do not suggest we are making much progress in learning how to do this. The Sam Dastyari affair showed how easily this really vital question can become subsumed by political point-scoring tinged with a hint of jingoism.
It is clear that Chinese influence is very real problem, but it is also clear that the government was happy late last year to use it for its own political purposes. It not only sought to embarrass Labor over Dastyari’s conduct, but also to conjure threatening images of China in the hope of encouraging people to buy its argument that we can and must rely on America to shield us from it. On this point I disagree with John when he says that it doesn’t matter much whether China has won its strategic contest with America. It makes all the difference. The ill-judged excesses of late last year show very plainly that we will never learn how to manage our relations with China until we understand that we will not be able to rely on America to manage them for us, because it is losing that contest.
And anyone who is inclined to see last December’s events as signalling the start of a new policy of tough-minded resistance to Chinese pressure from Canberra should look at what the government has been saying this year. Visiting Tokyo in January, Malcolm Turnbull went out of his way to say nice things about Beijing, and both he and Julie Bishop very pointedly distanced themselves from the Trump administration’s declaration that China is a strategic rival – even though they had said very much the same thing themselves last year. Have they caved to Chinese pressure to change their tune, or was the mere fear that such pressure might be applied enough?
Which brings us finally to Kim Beazley’s generous and challenging comments. No one today has thought more deeply about the US–Australia alliance, or has more experience of how it works, and his remarks here show this to full advantage. He knows the working of the Obama administration well, and his analysis of the debates within it that determined the fate of the Pivot is compelling. But while he finds cause for encouragement in that analysis, I do not. As he tells it, the debates were won by those who believed that it was more important for America to get on well with China than to preserve its leadership role in Asia.
He paints that, in a memorable phrase, as “a product not of weakness, but of hope.” But the hope was that America could have both: that it could get on well with China and retain regional strategic primacy. It was the hope that China would accept that, because it was not in the end serious about taking America’s place. But that hope has been proved wrong. China is very serious about leading in East Asia, and it is powerful enough now to force America to choose one or the other. So America’s predicament is a product of China’s strength and America’s relative weakness. It is hard to see that Kim really believes Trump makes this any better.
So I found Kim’s fascinating argument doing more to support my pessimism than his optimism about America’s future in Asia. He concludes by suggesting that even if my pessimism proves justified, America in retreat from Asia would still look to Australia as a “last bastion” in the Western Pacific, as it did in World War II, so that we could rely on it to look after us. But that is also, I think, too optimistic. In 1942, America needed a last bastion here because it was determined to reassert the position it had lost to Japan. An America which seeks no major strategic role in Asia needs no bastions on this side of the Pacific. And even if it did, what future would we have, as an American outpost in a Chinese-dominated East Asia? If Australia is to flourish, it has to flourish as part of our region, and we have to find a way to engage with that region, including its leading powers, on our own terms, when we no longer have a great and powerful friend to do it for us.
Hugh White
WITHOUT AMERICA
Correspondence
Hugh White is one of Australia’s substantial strategic thinkers. His Quarterly Essay won’t damage that opinion. That is not to say I agree with all his projections or his analysis of the recent past. Power distributions are always shifting. The distant is most problematic, of course. But taking one projection of China’s rise and distant American retreat and imposing it on the present is fraught. He himself alludes to rising competitors for China in the region. A straight-line projection of economic growth is useful, but ignores the complexity of political and economic circumstances. The suggestion, derived from where we stand now, of a long-term American retreat from an ability to use strategic weight in a region so vital to American interests is questionable. That irrespective of that trend we need to rethink current settings, I agree with.
Hugh sees the American retreat in embryo in what he perceives as the indecisiveness of the Pivot in Obama administration policy and the “isolationism” of the Trump campaign. I disagree with his characterisation of Obama’s policies. The Pivot was one of the policy initiatives of which the president was most proud. Obama’s linking into Asian preferences for multilateralism, manifested in the Trans-Pacific Partnership, has been trashed by Trump, disastrously in my view. However, since Trump has assumed office, his America First formulation has seen a reassertion of American military power in the zone. It has been accompanied by a policy on the Korean Peninsula that has brought us to the brink of war. Likewise, Trump’s trade focus is likely to produce a serious argument with China and uncomfortable possibilities in American relations with South Korea and Japan. There is much food for thought for Australia here and a challenge for the way we use influence with our ally. However, an American retreat is not immediately on the cards or obvious in the future. China is taking US power and intent seriously enough to massively increase its pressure on the North Korean leader.
Hugh portrays Obama’s Pivot as flaccidly pursued by his administration. Having witnessed it up close, I would disagree. That is not to say there was no miscalculation – there was. However, that was less a product of inattention than divided counsel among the pivoteers. They fell roughly into two camps: one assigned priority to the relationship with China; the other saw a broader relationship with Asia within which the bilateral relationship with China was to be situated. Obama’s National Security Advisors Tom Donilan and Susan Rice sat firmly in the first camp. The State Department, particularly under Hillary Clinton, sat in the second.
Obama was with the first. However, as initiatives towards China seemed to meet with less success, Obama started to lean to the second. But even towards the end of his presidency, arguably the most important meeting on the administration’s calendar was the annual Strategic and Economic Dialogue with China. The last in my time as ambassador saw 400 Chinese officials turn up in Washington. Yet though many agreements were signed, they grew less and less substantial. They faltered, in particular, on Chinese intransigence on investment policy, intellectual property protection, access to the Chinese market and cyber issues. American business, a protector of the process, gradually lost its sense of urgency.
The US attitude towards China’s South China Sea claims was subsumed by this process. The bilateralists saw reacting to these claims as a nuisance. The broader Asia side saw it as an opportunity – a chance to stress to Southeast Asian nations that there was value in the American strategic presence. Neither saw the islands as a military difficulty for the US. As one official put it to me: in the unlikely and undesired event of war with China, it would take US forces half an hour to take them out.
The current phase started with an error by the Philippines, in publicly challenging Chinese fishermen in Scarborough Shoal. Previously, the Philippines had kept such actions quiet. By publicising them, they embarrassed China. The US looked at intervention but determined in the end that it would not have policy decided by a local power. Its ultimate reward has been a Philippines government leaning to China, albeit with China not progressing island creation there. Privately Obama’s people told China they would not tolerate that activity.
Suffice it to say that policy failures around these issues were not a product of a retreat but of calculation. None of this reflected American underestimation of China. Far from it. Respect for China and engagement with it on global issues was an important aspect of American policy. Fear of China and a need to confront it featured heavily among Obama’s critics. It did not with Obama. Nor did reticence in engaging with the region’s affairs, both now and in the future. Obama never lost his respect for China. This was not a product of weakness, but of hope.
A different dynamic has been introduced by Trump. Obama’s sporadic patrols in the zone have been replaced by regular ones. We found Obama’s approach easier to handle, encased as it was in post–World War II American liberal internationalism. Trump has trashed that view, to our and America’s detriment. We continue to support that outlook, and part of our task is to continue to hold it up to the Trump administration. It is apparent from the recently released US National Defense Strategy that the administration is rethinking its initial nationalist surge. It now seeks intense allied engagement, both diplomatically and militarily, in a technological renovation of armed forces and an effort to maintain the balances of power in our region underpinning the rules-based order.
We do need a deeper analysis of the character of our relationship with the United States. We are their ally like few others. That stems from the fact that unlike most nations, we plan for our own defence from our own resources in most likely contingencies. Since the 1980s we have taken the view that we should calculate what we require to defend our approaches ourselves. We appreciate the American guarantee to intervene militarily on our behalf but the threshold on that needs to be elevated to the highest possible level. In this sense, we are not consumers of American security. Unlike the situation with NATO or American alliances with South Korea and Japan, our circumstances do not oblige the United States to calculate the prospect of its own devastation as it aids us.
Our calculation is that what we need from the alliance is intelligence and access to first-class military capabilities. On the first, the joint facilities situated here and the product of the so-called “Five Eyes alliance” ensure high transparency for ourselves in our region. Our own capabilities are substantial but dwarfed by the value of the collective. Adding cyber and space in recent years has intensified the importance of the relationship. On equipment, we spend AU$14 million a working day in the American defence industry. The combination of Pine Gap, our over-the-horizon radar system and our array of aircraft give us the most potent air defence we have had. Almost all of this is American in origin. As the region develops its own capabilities, this will be more, not less, important.
Hugh is courageous in suggesting that in the event of regional nuclear proliferation we might need to think through our nuclear stance. We have thought that through before, in the 1960s, and during the Whitlam government we opted for the American umbrella and support for the non-proliferation regime. That is a position we should hold as long as possible, hopefully beyond my lifetime. There is no development at present to cause a rethink.
Absent major nuclear proliferation in the zone, the American umbrella holds good for us, but there are twists. We are not a “front-line” state, as China keeps pointing out to us in the South China Sea context. But unlike in the 1980s, local friends and allies are front-line states. The Five Power Defence arrangement with Malaysia and Singapore is with two of them. And we have looser security agreements with another, Indonesia. China is not an expansionist power in the classic sense, but it fears for its borders and this pushes it into the security zones of others. We cannot be indifferent to their situation. Absent our relationship with the US, our voice in their situation would be pretty negligible, and they know it.
Hugh is right that in the absence or diminution of the alliance we would need to contemplate a dramatic increase in defence spending. That would not be necessary, at least not in Hugh’s dimensions, if the alliance were sustained. However, the changing power equation in the zone does require constant attention.
We have allowed ludicrous weaknesses to develop, which were not identified in our defence white paper. They are expensive to resolve. One is our appalling and unique failure (among members of the International Energy Agency) to maintain ninety days’ worth of fuel reserves. The Bureau of Resources and Energy Economics estimates we have nineteen days of petrol, seventeen days of aviation fuel and twelve days of diesel. Military fuel reserves are not public, but a similar picture would prevail; likewise for war stocks of missiles and torpedos. To solve the first would involve expenditures of around $2 billion. A two-cents-per-litre increase in taxes on petrol would raise this amount, but it would be a substantial political bite. To solve the second the political task is easier. With so many programs under management in Defence, a spending shortfall emerges each year a few months short of the financial end – devote that to stocks of missiles and torpedoes capable of being acquired rapidly. Relying on rapid resupply by the United States in a crisis is fraught when it is challenged itself in this area.
Operationally, we need to assign first priority to the choke points in our marine approaches. There are five of them in the archipelago and around northern New Guinea. At the very least, we need to start thinking operationally about denial as concerns these approaches. Denial was a word used by Paul Dibb in his pre-1987 white paper report. We dropped it when we feared our policy being portrayed as Fortress Australia. In our current circumstances, it is essential.
Hugh is too pessimistic about where we would stand in American thinking as power shifts occur in the region. Were the changes he foresees in North Asia to occur, we would start to assume our World War II status as the “last bastion” – likely the irreducible minimum of their Western Pacific presence.
This is all very uncomfortable. Part of that discomfort relates to the way we handle China. It has become less easy to say no to China than to the United States. We have seen that a number of times recently, most notably on membership of China’s international infrastructure investment bank. China liberally uses economic pressure to secure strategic gains. We cannot afford lurid partisan domestic debate on these matters. Gratuitous insults dished out as they were in late 2017 create unnecessary problems. We are right to raise objections to interference in our polity. The firmness has to be matched with civility in the way things are argued. We need to work hard to keep that liberal rules-based international order at the fore. We don’t want respect for each nation’s sovereignty to be undermined. We don’t want the last-bastion positioning to emerge. That would reduce our strategic space. Strong and effective defence and diplomacy require the heft that comes from the alliance, but to maintain this will require great diplomatic dexterity.
Kim Beazley
WITHOUT AMERICA
Correspondence
In the decade or so that Hugh White has been peddling variants of his “China Choice,” I have frequently joined other commentators in crediting him for stimulating debate even while disagreeing with his analytical judgments and his policy prescriptions (to the extent he specifies them). It is tempting to greet Without America in that spirit.
To do so here would be a cop-out, however. The subject of White’s latest essay – the strategic competition between the United States and China, and its implications for the regional order and Australia in particular – is too important. When someone has been writing and advocating on one topic for as long and as prominently as White, we are entitled to expect analytical rigour and useful policy recommendations. Unfortunately, Without America disappoints on both counts. It remains much more a gauzy adumbration than an actionable blueprint to help policy-makers navigate an increasingly challenging strategic environment.
In Does America Need a Foreign Policy? (2001), Henry Kissinger remarked that, “the successful conduct of foreign policy demands, above all, the intuitive ability to sense the future and thereby to master it.” Without America is certainly an ambitious attempt to sense Asia’s future. But it falls down not least because it misreads transitory events and ephemeral noise for consequential signals about the long-term direction of US policy. In an almost hypnotic chain of seriatim assertions, White’s argument reaches his climactic judgment: “America will lose, and China will win. America will cease to play a major strategic role in Asia, and China will take its place as the dominant power.” In White’s interpretation of developments – particularly the advent of the Trump administration – America is already withdrawing from the region. Yet many of the analytical judgments leading to his sweeping conclusions have already been overtaken by events since he wrote his essay.
Under President Trump, White claims, “America seems to have abandoned the objective of resisting China’s challenge in Asia” and “the trend in Washington seems clear. Trump is not committed to maintaining US leadership in Asia. He is content to see America’s influence in the region wane while China’s grows.” As evidence for this proposition, White points to: Trump being “conciliatory and accommodating” towards China in office; the sidelining of “China hawks,” a softening in US rhetoric towards China, and the new administration going “out of its way to emphasise cooperation with Beijing”; Washington no longer promoting “its own vision of Asia’s future, in opposition to China’s”; the South China Sea slipping down Washington’s agenda; and the administration scarcely acknowledging that America faces a strategic contest with China in Asia.
Now let’s consider what has actually been happening.
It’s true that Trump fell for traditional Chinese diplomatic flattery when his hosts rolled out the red carpet on his premature first visit to Beijing last November and did not push hard enough on key issues. Trump also had a friendly but insubstantial summit with President Xi Jinping at Mar-a-Lago and, at least initially, Beijing believed it had established a special channel through presidential son-in-law Jared Kushner. There will continue to be issues where the two powers’ interests overlap and they agree to work pragmatically together; China has acquiesced in new UN sanctions on Pyongyang, for example. But since he was elected, President Trump has in fact criticised China on a range of issues, particularly not going far enough to pressure North Korea, but also its trade practices. With the partial exception of North Korea, it is difficult to identify prominent areas of cooperation (such as climate change under the Obama administration).
On the contrary, the balance in the relationship has continued to shift further under Trump from engagement towards overt competition. Far from standing back and giving China a free hand to carve out a sphere of influence across Asia, as White asserts, the Trump administration’s National Security Strategy and National Defense Strategy documents go further than any predecessor’s in identifying China (along with Russia) as a revisionist power and strategic challenger. The National Security Strategy declares the failure of the bipartisan commitment to engagement that has framed the United States’ China policy for several decades, and explicitly accuses China of attempting to reorder the region and erode American security and prosperity using a combination of economic coercion, military power and information warfare. The Strategy labels China “a strategic competitor using predatory economics to intimidate its neighbors while militarizing features in the South China Sea.” In a significant shift, it declares inter-state strategic competition (including with China) the primary concern in US national security, formally supplanting terrorism.
White and other critics may dismiss both documents as the delusional bluster of a fading superpower, but prudence and decades of mistaken prophecies of American decline suggest it would be a mistake to ignore the administration’s undertaking that the United States “will raise our competitive game to meet that challenge.” So do a number of the administration’s actions to date. Secretary of State Rex Tillerson has laid out the administration’s vision of a “free and open Indo-Pacific” in direct response to China’s regional power play. As well as moving to reverse the Obama administration’s cuts to defence spending and rebuild US military readiness, the administration has resumed routine freedom of navigation patrols close to contested features in the South China Sea. The administration and Congress are starting to focus on Chinese efforts to influence domestic politics in the United States (reportedly in light of recent Australian experience).
The administration is also pushing back against Beijing’s mercantile economic policies. Congress is moving to tighten US foreign investment rules to clamp down on intellectual-property theft by China. The United States Trade Representative flatly rejects China’s market economy status, and trade experts are in accord that the recently announced measures against Chinese imports of solar panels are just the start of a concerted campaign using many of the trade levers Washington employed during the US–Japan trade spats of the 1980s and 1990s.
My point here is not to endorse the administration’s policies. Tariffs are bad for consumers, inimical to growth, likely to trigger Chinese retaliation, and in the worst case could lead to a mutually destructive trade war. The decision to withdraw from the Trans-Pacific Partnership – once acknowledged by Hillary Clinton as a “gold standard” trade agreement – was a damaging self-inflicted wound. No one serious – senior administration officials included – would assert that the Trump administration yet has a fully developed, comprehensive Asia strategy. The “free and open Indo-Pacific” is a useful conceptual framework. It could be given real substance as the administration finally starts to fill senior Asia policy roles but for now is little more than a bumper sticker. Clear and consistent public messaging hasn’t been one of President Trump’s hallmarks, and he and his administration have at different times sent wildly varying signals on relations with China (not to mention on North Korea and a raft of other foreign policy issues). There are legitimate concerns about the president’s temperament and command of foreign policy.
A certain amount of cognitive dissonance is therefore excusable when it comes to analysing this highly unconventional, disruptive and not infrequently dysfunctional presidency. Indeed, there are signs that the political leadership in Beijing misread Trump too and has been thrown somewhat off-balance: recent visitors there confirm that officialdom remains in denial about the seriousness of US resolve on trade, for example. Even Bob Carr – another prominent advocate of an accommodationist policy towards China – is discombobulated. In May 2017, the former Labor foreign minister and diarist wrote a column for the Sydney Morning Herald trumpeting that the new American administration had stopped US freedom of navigation patrols in the South China, and that Australia would have been left “stranded” if it had conducted its own patrols as advocated by several commentators (including this writer). Carr isn’t one to be daunted by facts, but even he must have been mildly embarrassed when the USS Dewey steamed within twelve nautical miles of Mischief Reef in the Spratly Islands the same day that his misconceived article appeared.
But this doesn’t let more serious commentators off the hook, and it makes it even more important they resist the easy temptation to substitute modish indiscriminate Trump-bashing for sober assessment. Too often White’s Quarterly Essay succumbs. As a result, it miscomprehends the United States, the Trump administration and the direction of US policy towards China and the region. It underestimates the United States, its trajectory, its enduring interests in the region, and the costs and risks it is prepared to bear to protect them and retain a strong – albeit not necessarily predominant – position in Asia. Moreover, the judgments in the two strategy documents cited earlier above do not represent the aberrant views of a handful of “China hawks” but reflect an increasingly broad consensus across the executive arm of the US government, both sides of Congress, the wider American foreign policy establishment and even many in the business sector.
Without America is likewise too dismissive of other major powers in the region and their potential to counterbalance China’s growing power, in different combinations – as highlighted by the recent re-establishment of the Quadrilateral Security Dialogue between the United States, Japan, India and Australia. Under Prime Minister Shinzo¯ Abe, Japan has a clear-eyed appreciation of challenges to the regional order and is stepping up its security contribution in ways few experts predicted even a decade ago. Far from the impression of brittleness White conveys, senior Japanese and American policy-makers and experts consistently tell me that the US–Japan alliance has never been stronger. Abe is serious about strengthening strategic ties with India and Australia. There may be a hedging aspect to this, but Abe’s commitment to the US alliance is genuine and he clearly sees these relationships as augmenting rather than supplanting it, and contributing to a critical mass of like-minded powers capable of providing a counterbalance to China. Likewise India, whose geography and strategic interests, threat perceptions and values similarly point to continuing convergence among the region’s major maritime democracies. Neither Japan nor India is likely to settle meekly for the circumscribed roles assigned to them in White’s putative China-dominated Asia. Neither should Australia.
When he turns to Australia’s role, White is unduly critical of Australian policy-makers. Australian regional diplomacy since 2000 has not been without blemish (and as someone closely involved in Australian foreign policy over for much of this period I should probably declare an interest). As historian Hal Brands observes in What Good is Grand Strategy?: Power and Purpose in American Statecraft from Harry S. Truman to George W. Bush (2014), “Devising a coherent, purposeful approach to international politics is hard enough, given the limits of human wisdom and the chaotic nature of global affairs. Implementing it can be harder still.” Yet Australia’s recent track record is hardly the failure White asserts. On the contrary, Australia has pursued – not without occasional departures and interruptions – a broadly effective balancing strategy, moving over time (in response to China’s increasing power and assertiveness) along the spectrum from “softer” to “harder” forms of balancing. Working to encourage sustained US engagement in the region has been a centrepiece of strategy under Australian governments from both sides of politics for over seventy years, notwithstanding occasional differences of emphasis and tactics.
John Howard laid a firm strategic foundation. As early as 1996 he told the visiting US secretaries of state and defense that as the balance of power started to shift in the region, “new geopolitical forces and pressures emerge. These forces require careful channeling, management or offsetting. And we have no reason to believe that countries will start behaving radically different from how they have behaved for the past few thousand years.” Alliances were “perhaps even more important in times of flux, and an alliance commitment is not a surrender of independence.” More than twenty years ago, Howard saw that the coming challenge was “how can we encourage China – and if necessary constrain it – to behave in positive and co-operative ways as its international role grows.” Over more than a decade in office Howard rebuilt Australia’s defence capabilities (explicitly linking this to his government’s economic growth agenda); strengthened the US alliance; signed Australia up to the Australia-Japan-US Trilateral Strategic Dialogue, the East Asia Summit and the first iteration of the Quadrilateral Security Dialogue; made the first moves to establish a serious bilateral strategic partnership with Japan; and committed – despite trenchant opposition from Labor and his own non-proliferation officials – to establish strategic trust with India by lifting the ban on uranium exports.
Kevin Rudd was the only prime minister during this period to pursue (at least initially) an accommodationist China policy, and it went badly. Hoping to curry favour in Beijing, Rudd withdrew Australia from the Quadrilateral Dialogue. He undermined trust in Tokyo by taking Japan to the International Court of Justice over whaling and let bilateral free trade negotiations drift. His quixotic Asia Pacific Community initiative went nowhere. And he overturned Howard’s commitment to lifting the counterproductive ban on exporting uranium to India. These steps might have been defensible if they had ushered in a new golden age in Australian relations with China. On the contrary, they reached a new low when a frustrated prime minister lashed out famously about his Chinese counterparts (in rodent-related terms) at the Copenhagen climate talks. The Rudd government’s 2009 Defence White Paper represented something of a course correction, flagging the need for a naval build-up in response to China. After replacing Rudd, Julia Gillard subsequently undid some of the damage with Japan, particularly when she was the first foreign leader to visit after the Fukushima disaster, and boosted the US alliance when she agreed to the US Force Posture Initiatives in Australia, but Labor continued to support the India uranium ban and drag its feet on free trade negotiations.
The Abbott government took the Howard framework as its template, initiating a comprehensive defence white paper and increased defence spending, strengthening the US alliance by contributing forces to the coalition military operation that recently defeated ISIL in Iraq and Syria, strengthening defence ties and concluding a free trade agreement with Japan, finally lifting the India uranium export ban and pursuing closer naval cooperation, hosting a leader-level meeting of the Trilateral Strategic Dialogue, and taking a firm position on Chinese moves that undermined the status quo in the East China Sea and the South China Sea. At the same time it maintained a pragmatic relationship with China, concluding the most comprehensive free trade agreement with that country of any major developed economy and signing on to Beijing’s Asian Infrastructure Investment Bank (in the process deftly managing resistance from Washington and Tokyo and extracting substantial Chinese concessions to make its governance more transparent – a textbook piece of Australian diplomacy).
The Turnbull government has consolidated some of these successes. It has sustained the commitment to spending two per cent of GDP on defence, and the 2017 Foreign Policy White Paper went further than previous governments to articulate a credible framework for a continued Australian balancing strategy. During his recent visit to Tokyo, Prime Minister Turnbull announced with his counterpart Abe that the two countries are close to finalising a legal agreement that will facilitate more ambitious combined military exercises. In a forthright speech at the 2017 Shangri-la Dialogue in Singapore, Turnbull pointed to the risks to regional stability and prosperity posed by a coercive China; while it has refrained from authorising the Royal Australian Navy to conduct freedom of navigation operations, his government has spoken out consistently against China’s efforts to change the status quo in the East and South China Seas. The government supported the re-establishment of the Quadrilateral Security Dialogue; it responded cautiously to China’s Belt and Road Initiative; and it is legislating in response to revelations of covert Chinese influence operations in Australia. Labor under Bill Shorten’s leadership has pursued broad bipartisanship on national security including the US alliance – although some Labor figures have used President Trump’s unpopularity to call for a “more independent” Australian foreign policy (longstanding code on the Australian Left for weaker ties with the United States), and whether a Labor government would deliver, particularly on defence spending, remains to be seen.
Allowing for the difficulties inherent in strategic planning and implementation, the pace of change and increasing complexity in the region, and an unedifying period of instability in Australian politics, this is a pretty good track record. Many other countries can only envy the prosperity and relative security Australia enjoys today. There is always room for improvement, and White is right to warn Australians against complacency: the balancing task is becoming significantly more challenging, for some of the reasons outlined in Quarterly Essay 68. But it seems churlish not to give our political leaders, on both sides of politics, some credit.
Hugh White paints in broad, vibrantly hued brushstrokes daubed one on top of the other, like Vincent van Gogh. The result is vivid and striking but often lacks verisimilitude. What is needed now is realism, not impressionism. Australia is indisputably moving into a more difficult strategic era, which will test our policy-makers and demand steady, purposeful statecraft. But it is time to end the phony China Choice debate, which has been consistently rejected by both major political parties and has few if any adherents in Australia’s national security community and among other serious commentators. We need to move beyond “admiring the problem” and bemoaning the lack of a strategy. Together, the defence and foreign policy white papers provide a sound conceptual framework. But they need to be implemented with greater vigour and urgency.
Andrew Shearer
WITHOUT AMERICA
Correspondence
Hugh White’s Without America is an epic exploration of how White sees the future of the region unfolding and what needs to be done about it. He is, as I often find, right about a lot of things, but his argument is predicated on a number of incorrect assumptions about China and how it sees itself and its role in the world. These assumptions matter. While some would argue that understanding the Chinese perspective is at best useless and at worst appeasement, the truth is that our disregard for China’s views is in large part responsible for where we find ourselves today – with China no nearer to “us” than it was three decades ago. Indeed, it is further away, and even less inclined to take a positive view of “our” approach to regional and global norms. If we want to stand half a chance of not making further foreign policy mistakes, we need to understand China’s own sense of itself.
White argues that China wants to replace the United States in the region and that now, only a major war or a very credible threat will deter it. He posits that the United States is no longer in a position to issue such a threat. When this is combined with the likely reality of Chinese regional preponderance, White concludes that the costs of a major war would be far worse than the costs of Chinese hegemony, so we’d better get used to the idea of China as the major regional power. Basically, it’s too late for Australia to “choose” – the choice has been made for us. We have to work out what to do about it, and “moral panic” doesn’t cut it as a policy. White is exhorting Australia to wake up to what’s really happening, and to take foreign policy seriously, rather than trying to cling to an anachronistic Rudyard Kipling view of the world.
When it comes to China, White is right about a few things. For example, it is timely and important to raise the question of what China’s increased role in the region might actually look like, rather than just assume it will be very bad. White argues that we should think clearly about what is at stake, and that the question we now need to consider is “what kind of threat China as the dominant power in East Asia would, or does, pose.” Despite others arguing otherwise, White is right to conclude it is highly unlikely that China is going to impose truly oppressive hegemony on Australia. He is certainly right that we need to think a lot more about influencing China to our advantage. He makes an excellent point that we can afford to be more thick-skinned and that we are silly to exaggerate the costs we might pay for displeasing Beijing. He is also right that China does want to reshape the global economic order to serve its own economy as it grows and changes. He’s right that the Chinese political elite want to protect their ideology and political system from outside influence and guarantee their territorial security. He’s right that the primary goal of the governing elites is to protect the Party. He’s right that they want more than what they’ve got in East Asia. He’s right that what the US and its allies have done so far, including freedom of navigation operations, for example, hasn’t made any positive difference.
However, White’s analytical lens colours his understanding of what China is and how China sees the world and its own role within it. White’s perspective is classic international relations realism. For realists, nation-states are understood as neatly bounded geopolitical entities. They have a “will to power” as their driving motivation, and they act rationally to achieve that, weighing up costs and benefits just as any other nation-state entity in their situation would. Achieving power is a zero-sum calculation: there can be only one hegemon – as you go up, I go down, and vice versa. There is little room for perspectives, ideas, psychology, culture, plurality, multipolarity – other ways of seeing the world.
White’s essay is peppered with characterisations of China based on this realist perspective. For example, he argues that China is serious about contesting US leadership in Asia and willing to defy Washington and risk confrontation to do so. He argues that, “The biggest mistake US policy-makers have made in dealing with China has been to underestimate how determined it is to replace America as East Asia’s leading power.” He says that China wants to overturn the US-led status quo and “build a new order centred on Beijing.” He bases his argument and conclusions on the view that China wants to be the preponderant power and that, “like all preponderant powers it will be jealous of its place and eager to deter any support for a rival.” He, like many others, describes China’s actions in the South China Sea as the “classic power-political ploy of salami-slicing,” a means of testing resolve to make US leadership look weak. He understands China’s actions in any part of the region, including the way it has “extended its tactics to the East China Sea,” as part of the same strategy. He believes that China calculates costs and benefits very rationally, or at least, in the same way as the United States does, using the same metrics of what constitutes winning and losing.
White’s realist analysis concludes, unsurprisingly, that “power politics in Asia today suggests that China would need to be confronted with the real risk of a major war to be deterred.” For him, there is no question about the China challenge. And there is no discussion of whether China’s challenge looks the same from Beijing as it does from Canberra or Washington. In this characterisation, China wants to go up, so the US must come down. Therefore, from the point of view of the United States and its allies, China must not go up – that certainly seems to be how things look to many influential analysts in the United States. But is this how things look from Beijing? Was 2008 the moment Chinese leaders said, “Right, this is it America – we’re getting serious about turfing you out now”? Or is that just how it seems from the perspective of an anxious hegemon and its allies?
I would argue that China does not see the region, or its role in it, or the United States’ role in it in this zero-sum, us-or-you, win-or-else way. As I have argued elsewhere, there are several key “worldviews” that underpin how China sees its rise, and they add up to a very different perspective from the one Hugh White promulgates. They are: that history is destiny; that China has been and continues to be the victim of a longstanding effort by certain Western powers to keep it weak (which currently includes Japan, but not the United Kingdom, despite the United Kingdom’s central role in the Opium Wars); that cultural characteristics are unchanging; and that relations among states are based on “familial,” circular patterns of obligation and reciprocity. These worldviews are certainly politically constructed and deliberately maintained, but that does not mean they are not relevant.
Just as White sees events in Asia through his realist lens, so too does China have widely accepted, normative views of its natural, inevitable future. China sees the current situation as simply a moment in a vast, inevitable, inexorable movement back to how things should be, to China fulfilling its manifest destiny, which was knocked off-track in the mid-1800s with the Opium Wars. Chinese elites, and many of the broader population, believe China was taken by surprise because it had let itself become weak and complacent, overconfident in its own abilities. China has no intention of letting that happen again. From the Chinese point of view, that was an historical anomaly, and so the current shifts are nothing more than destiny righting itself, not a battle in a great power politics competition to dominate. The United States and Australia are just huffing and puffing about something they cannot actually prevent. As China sees it, the US presence as hegemon in Asia is an insulting irritation, but not something that can forestall the Middle Kingdom’s inevitable resumption of its rightful role.
What I haven’t mentioned so far is the Chinese perspective on “how things should be.” This is because there is no grand plan for, or clear vision of, a new world order, and certainly no strategy to achieve it. Despite the five-year plans and tight controls over the economy and intellectual space, China didn’t foresee, let alone orchestrate – and indeed wasn’t very well prepared for – many of the things that have catapulted it to centre-stage in the last decade or so. For example, China was pleasantly surprised by how the global financial crisis of 2007–08 turned out for it. Trump’s election has been another unexpected opportunity. While Chinese political elites are unnerved by Trump, they are not going to pass up the sudden opening in global governance that has emerged, even though they are not really prepared for it beyond rhetorical grandstanding, such as Xi Jinping’s 2017 speech in Davos.
In China, the general view of “how things should be” goes something along the lines of the tribute system that arguably governed the region between the twelfth and seventeenth centuries. However, what that looks like, presuming it in fact existed, is not at all clear. The tribute system is generally understood to have been a stable, hierarchical system for international interaction centred in Asia, with China as the hegemon, and which relied on cultural achievement as much as hard power as the basis for supremacy and respect. The Chinese are, of course, cognisant that the world cannot function in that way now. But no, their vision of the future does not involve the United States as a central actor. Importantly, neither does it look like a world where China replaces the United States in a zero-sum, you’re-out-and-we’re-in overturning of the status quo. As White notes, far more effort needs to be expended in thinking about what China’s increased role in the region could involve. But we need to go beyond the question of “when China replaces the United States.” It is worth considering the possibility that China has no intention of replacing the US.
For China, it is about the long game – the really long game. China does not think in election cycles. It does not really even think in decades. The ultimate goal is China emerging from its “century of humiliation” and regaining its proper place (whatever that may in fact mean) on the world stage. Conflict is not a part of this vision. While most Chinese are immensely proud of China, and fully supportive of the goal of re-emergence, they also greatly value stability and peace. While it is not often publicly discussed, the turmoil of the Cultural Revolution and the hardship of the Great Leap Forward are still in living memory for many. The desire for a quiet and peaceful life is widely held and deeply shared. This is “the China Dream.” The Chinese Communist Party works hard to ensure that this “rejuvenation” is seen by Chinese people as synonymous with its leadership. The Party’s legitimacy depends in great part on the people of China seeing it as responsible for this re-emergence. China, under the Party, but probably under any leadership, is not interested in winning the proverbial battles and losing the war. What many in the United States and Australia consider to be “wins,” times we have “put skin in the game” and shown China a thing or two, mean very little in the long run. China’s apparent backdown over the Taiwan Straits in the mid-1990s is a good example. Has China relinquished any of its desire to incorporate Taiwan into One China under Beijing’s rule? Not in the slightest. Has China come to respect the United States as the rightful hegemon in the region? The answer is obvious.
White concludes that China will not be deterred from its course (the form of which he misunderstands) unless it is convinced that there is a credible threat of major war. I disagree. I think China is more likely to make what will seem like concessions to – or even “wins” for – the US and its allies well before it comes to major war. But in the long run it is almost impossible to envisage anything that will deter it from its sense of its manifest destiny. China believes it will inevitably resume what it sees as its rightful role. However, while China wants the US to know its place, this does not mean the US, and everything it stands for, must be overturned. China believes time is on its side, so conflict is neither desirable nor necessary. It is happy to move sideways and pause from time to time in order to move forward. Ultimately, White is half-right. He is right that Australia must wake up to the reality of the changing world around it and take foreign policy seriously. But he is wrong about what that changing world is going to look like.
Merriden Varrall
WITHOUT AMERICA
Correspondence
People in China who follow Chinese-language news sites in Australia would have been alarmed by warnings that started flashing on their touch screens late last year. “We remind all Chinese overseas students in Australia to be wary of possible safety risks in Australia,” China’s embassy and consulates cautioned in an official alert on 20 December. “Attacks and insults targeting Chinese students have been taking place around Australia.” The warning was repeated locally between music breaks on PRC-funded Chinese-language radio stations and websites such as Melbourne’s 3CW, in endless loops, along with a recitation of phone numbers for presumably distressed students who needed to contact their local consulates.
The warning came less than a fortnight after the Chinese embassy in Canberra issued a strongly worded statement in Chinese and English condemning Australian media for “repeatedly fabricating news stories about the so-called Chinese influence and infiltration in Australia,” making “unjustifiable accusations against the Chinese government” and “unscrupulously vilifying Chinese students as well as the Chinese community in Australia with racial prejudice.”
As if that were not enough, Australia came in for a hiding on Chinese-language community and commercial media in Australia and on local social media platforms tied to Beijing. Popular Chinese-language digital news services, including Queensland Today and Melbourne Today, carried stories about duty-free stores in Australia singling out tourists from China to diddle them, and about the children of students who had come to Australia to study who were suiciding in despair when they found they could not fit into Australian society.
The timing of these pointed messages could have been coincidental. The conjunction of official warnings and popular bad-news stories on Beijing-friendly media in Australia offers a timely reminder, nevertheless, of the tools the Chinese government has at its disposal should it ever wish to launch a Chinese consumer boycott of Australian tourism and education. Authorities in China would only need to signal to their Australia-based consular services and PRC-friendly media platforms that it was game on, and it could well be game over for many Australian universities and regional communities.
Why would Beijing want to do such a thing?
The latest instalment in Hugh White’s strategic tour de force helps explain why. Without America commands attention as an up-to-date elaboration of White’s longstanding projections on the massive geostrategic shifts underway in our region. In this latest iteration, the contest between the United States and China for regional supremacy is over, bar the shouting. Australia has to start learning to live without America and, by implication, with China.
This is where things get interesting. On top of its geopolitical forecasts, Without America merits attention for probing what lies beyond American hegemony and asking what kind of state China is likely to be, how it is likely to behave, what kinds of values it is likely to profess, and what kinds of threats it could pose to Australia’s own values, interests and institutions over time as we try to get along with it.
In posing these questions, the willingness White showed in earlier volumes to accede to China’s demands, and make allowance for its expanding role as a regional actor, has diminished as that country’s triumph looms into view. There is probably little point proposing that this or that concession should be made to China when Beijing is prepared to take whatever you are prepared to concede without bothering to ask. In Without America, White sensibly shifts from asking what should be conceded to China, whatever the cost, to asking what it is that Australia and other countries should not concede to China at any price.
This is the question of the moment. Rather than answer it himself, White puts the question out there for public discussion.
In fact, this is pretty close to where we are already sitting in the current national debate on Chinese-influence operations in Australia. We got here not because we were thinking about grand strategy but because China’s unrelenting influence operations in Australian infrastructure, business circles, community and mainstream media, political parties, universities and community organisations have captured attention over a number of years and forced the question upon us. Australians are now being asked whether they are prepared to yield to the incremental challenges China presents to their sovereignty, integrity, cohesion and security, and invited to think about the balance they are prepared to strike between their economic interests and their sense of self-worth.
As far as foreign-influence operations are concerned, Australia is on its own. It does not matter greatly whether China has or has not won in its grand strategic competition with America. What matters is the extent of Australian dependence on Chinese markets and, should it come to that, the degree of pain Australians are prepared to endure to defend their sovereignty and integrity. Dependence on Chinese markets does not compel Australians to overlook Chinese government interference operations, but it does require them to weigh the cost of any action to put an end to them. The greater its economic dependence, the more vulnerable Australia becomes to China’s political and strategic leverage.
China already has the capacity to impose heavy costs on Australia for not complying with its wishes. It is not entirely clear where China’s wishes start and end, but a few of them are sufficiently well known to help clarify when and how we might be transgressing them.
Some items on China’s wish list are the same as those of any great power: for example, the expectation that it should be consulted and taken into consideration in any major geostrategic developments in the region. Others are peculiar to the arcane political culture and ethno-nationalism of the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) in the post-communist era.
The party wants to harness the sixty million–strong Chinese diaspora to Xi Jinping’s China Dream, irrespective of nationality, and to silence the CCP’s critics among them, particularly those who publish online overseas in the Chinese language. Several of China’s influence operations in Australia are framed with Chinese Australians in mind and are defended in Beijing on national security grounds, which is no trivial matter.
Others relate to the overt conduct of foreign governments, best captured in a negative wish list of what they should refrain from doing in public: not engage in official conduct that could harm the interests, the standing or the “face” of the CCP or government, not act or speak in open defiance of Chinese policy or behaviour, not challenge China’s “core” interests, not collaborate with other countries in ways that might appear to threaten China’s security.
Prime Minister Malcolm Turnbull’s comments introducing the National Security Legislation Amendment Bill to parliament on 7 December 2017 touched on a number of these sensitivities at once. Among other things, he referred to press reports of Chinese government interference operations in Australia and indicated Australia would “stand up” to defend its sovereignty in the face of China’s challenges. The speech appears to have triggered the warnings and messages issuing from China’s representatives and friendly media platforms in Australia around the turn of the year.
The sombre tones of those official consular warnings broadcast over and again on Chinese community radio sounded to all appearances like a tsunami alert. But this was a cautioning of a different kind. The government of China is warning the government of Australia that it is prepared to teach Australia a lesson for stepping out of line.
And so we have a foretaste of life with China. Discussion of Beijing’s “soft power” operations in Australia to date has focused on their intended impact on Australian policies and behaviours through donations towards political parties, funding for university centres, equity holdings in local community media and the like. But these investments are also about China influencing China.
Foreign messaging in the Chinese language is widely read throughout China, and local social media messaging in Australia has instant global reach. Beijing has the intent and the capacity to target WeChat readers and online audiences in China from within its Australia-based media operations. When Beijing really decides to mobilise its capacity within Australia to influence the consumer choices people make in China, Australians will have to start thinking very hard indeed about how they will live with China and still retain control over their own destiny.
We count for very little in China’s grand strategy. The first lesson on living with China in a world without America is that China is all about China and not at all about us.
John Fitzgerald
WITHOUT AMERICA
Correspondence
If Hugh White’s previous Quarterly Essay, Power Shift, and his book The China Choice were not controversial enough, Without America takes his provocative analyses of the US–China dynamic in Asia and for Australia to a new level. His previous proposal called for the United States and China essentially to form a “G2” condominium of shared hegemony over Asia. This naively ignored the deep competitive and semi-adversarial dynamics and distrust in the US–China relationship, to say nothing of the fact that no other Asian state desired such a power duopoly. What we have witnessed since these earlier publications has been a sharp intensification of the competitive dynamics, not US–China cooperation. Yet that is not the way Hugh see things.
In the latest iteration Hugh has made his arguments and analysis even more stark and extreme. Without America puts forward even more provocative arguments about the decline of the United States in Asia, the dominance of China, and the implications of this power shift for Australia and other states in the region. But I find his arguments to be based on a large number of fallacious assumptions, many hyperbolic and false assertions, stretched logic, and analysis devoid of evidence. The case he makes is overly stark and empirically false about both the United States and China’s role in Asia. He way oversells China and way undersells America. He appreciates neither American resolve nor China’s many vulnerabilities. As a result, he paints a false picture of Chinese dominance and American retreat. It is not only false analysis – it’s dangerous, because he recommends very mistaken policies for Australia (and other regional states).
It is indeed a good thing for scholars to stir the pot and push their colleagues and the public alike to think afresh. This is one test of a public intellectual – and Hugh passes with flying colours! Routinised “groupthink” is a recipe for being caught unprepared. We must collectively thank Hugh for taking his public intellectual duty seriously and calling it as he sees it on such a critical subject. I also must say at the outset of this rejoinder that Hugh and I share a strong personal and professional relationship, which transcends our different perspectives. We have debated in the past, are debating at present, and no doubt will debate into the future. This intellectual interaction has been mutually beneficial. We agree on some things, but by no means all. My critique of his latest essay is organised around several core themes and illustrative quotations.
America’s Decline and Retreat
Perhaps the most central – and controversial – of Hugh’s assertions concerns the decline, retreat and withdrawal of US power and influence across the region. He writes that, “The probability therefore grows that America will peacefully, and perhaps even willingly, withdraw” and that, “under President Trump, the retreat from Asia which began under Obama is probably becoming irreversible.”
This is a familiar refrain one has repeatedly heard since the Korean and Vietnam wars – yet America’s regional staying power has been steadfast. Since the end of the Cold War, the United States has probably never been more deeply involved in, engaged with and deployed across the vast Indo-Asia-Pacific region than at present. Any number of economic, diplomatic, military and cultural indicators illustrate the breadth and depth of the American footprint. US relations with Japan and India have never been stronger, and the US–South Korea alliance remains very solid (in the face of North Korean provocations). US ties across the ten ASEAN states are uneven but sturdy. The Thai and Philippines alliances have shown signs of strain recently, but they are hardly about to disintegrate. Hugh may not think so, but US–Australia relations remain extensive and robust. Even with China, it is not a dysfunctional relationship: over US$600 billion in trade; more than 350,000 Chinese students in US universities, millions of tourists flowing in each direction; and extensive government-to-government exchanges tie the two societies together. In short, the United States is not drawing down or pulling out– it is ramping up its presence across Asia.
The Failure of the Obama Pivot?
Hugh comes to his conclusion about a retreating America from what he considers to have been a complete “failure” of the Obama Pivot policy. He says that, “The Pivot failed because there was almost nothing more to it than this declaration of intent. No substantial commitment of resources backed it up . . . The architects of the Pivot in the Obama administration, and indeed the bulk of the US foreign-policy establishment, did not take China’s challenge seriously.” He concludes that “America’s allies and friends in Asia had lost confidence in its leadership as a result.” He also contends that the Trans-Pacific Partnership “never made much sense, either economically or strategically.”
I will acknowledge that Asians expected more from the Pivot, and that there was disappointment in several countries about both the rollout and the implementation. But to dismiss it as a complete failure and to assert that there was nothing substantive to it ignores the following facts:
- There was sustained high-level diplomatic engagement of all Indo-Asian countries. President Obama himself visited every single East Asian state except Brunei. This was also true of the secretary of state and other senior cabinet officials. Twelve Asian heads of state were received at the White House.
- The US–India relationship was taken to an all-time high, Myanmar was lifted out of isolation, Vietnam and the United States built a solid foundation for future ties (including lifting the arms embargo), while Singapore solidified its already close strategic partnership.
- The five US alliances were all strengthened – before the 2014 coup in Thailand and President Duterte’s election in the Philippines.
- Defence cooperation across the region was significantly enhanced through agreements with the Philippines, Singapore and India. Similar upgrading of military cooperation with Australia, Japan, Malaysia, South Korea and Vietnam occurred.
- The US defence footprint across the Indo-Pacific increased significantly under the Pivot to include approximately 325,000 military and civilian personnel in the US Pacific Command theatre. The US Pacific Fleet alone includes six aircraft carrier battle groups, approximately 180 ships and submarines, 1500 aircraft, and 100,000 personnel. US forces are forward deployed in Hawaii, Guam, the Marianna Islands, Japan, South Korea, Australia and Kyrgyzstan – and they rotate regularly through Thailand, Malaysia, Singapore, Brunei and the Philippines. Similar arrangements are under discussion with India. Under the Pivot the US committed to maintaining 60 per cent of its naval assets in Asia. This is hardly a drawdown in military power, as White asserts.
- The Trans-Pacific Partnership was successfully negotiated – which showed American regional economic leadership until President Trump mistakenly withdrew.
- US public diplomacy also increased significantly, including the very successful Young Southeast Asian Leaders Initiative.
These are certainly not indicators of a “failed” policy or a declining power. In fact, with the exception of US–China and US–North Korea relations, American ties with every single country across the Indo-Pacific improved on Obama’s watch. He was truly America’s first “Pacific President.” So I don’t know what Hugh is talking about when he argues that America is withdrawing from Asia, or that the Pivot was a failure.
China Dominates Asia?
Also central to Hugh’s arguments are his claims that China is dominating Asia and Washington is doing nothing to resist it. He writes that, “Under Trump, America seems to have abandoned the objective of resisting China’s challenge in Asia . . . The administration has scarcely acknowledged that America faces a strategic contest with China in Asia.” He goes further to assert:
The most likely outcome is now becoming clear. America will lose, and China will win. America will cease to play a major strategic role in Asia, and China will take its place as the dominant power . . . Now it is China that is facing down America . . . To preserve its leadership, America must convince China that it is willing to go to war to resist China’s challenge . . . The Chinese seem convinced that America will surrender regional leadership rather than risk a war with China . . . Beijing has been deliberately creating situations in some of these flashpoints to test America’s resolve . . . Washington has made no effective response, and that has allowed China to win by default . . . The only escape is to hope China backs off.
Finally, Hugh claims that “there is still a lot of wishful thinking in Washington about China. Too many people there think that the best course is to wait for it to collapse, economically, politically, and diplomatically” and, “The biggest mistake US policy-makers have made in dealing with China has been to underestimate how determined it is to replace America as East Asia’s leading power.”
This is all nonsense. I live and work in Washington, I interact with American officials and strategists all the time, and it is fair to say that there is no single strategic issue that more preoccupies them than China. This was true under Obama and it remains true under Trump. The recent National Security Strategy of the United States (somewhat similar to Australia’s foreign policy white paper) is extremely clear about the priority of resisting a range of threats from China. Released after Hugh’s essay, this important document is clear counterevidence to his assertions. Figuring out how to counter China is big business in Washington, and there now exists a sober consensus across the spectrum of strategists that the old tools of “engagement” are no longer applicable to countering a broad range of Chinese challenges to American interests. And Hugh’s bizarre assertion that Washington is blindly waiting for China to collapse is sheer fiction. That is by no means an operative assumption, including by myself.
On the Chinese side of the equation, I searched in vain throughout Hugh’s essay for any empirical evidence for his “China-dominating-Asia” thesis. Only on page 33 does he state: “And of course China has a lot to offer [Asia].” Then he cites the Asian Infrastructure Investment Bank and the Belt and Road Initiative. He could have provided some statistics on trade and investment, which are the heart of China’s regional power. And how exactly does Beijing leverage its economic clout for regional dominance? Hugh doesn’t say. In its diplomacy, Beijing is hardly looked to as the regional problem-solver; to the contrary, it’s seen as a passive or sometimes disruptive actor. As for China’s soft power – what soft power? Hugh does, in one sentence, allude to China’s growing military power, but provides no real evidence of it. The fact is that China still possesses no real power projection capabilities (aside from cyber and ballistic missiles) beyond several hundred nautical miles from its shoreline. Even its navy remains more of a “green water” than “blue water” force.
Crisis Management
Hugh also alleges that the United States is not prepared to fight a war with China and would succumb early in a crisis. His essay even includes an imagined simulation of the White House Situation Room, where the President and his national command team capitulate to Beijing rather than risk a nuclear exchange. Later Hugh adds that “Washington has never acknowledged such mutual [nuclear] vulnerability with China” but “in any East Asian crisis, it is much more likely that America will back off first . . . America can only be sure that a confrontation with China won’t go nuclear if it is the one that backs off.”
Again, this is nonsense. I certainly do not have access to the Pentagon’s war plans against China, but neither does Hugh. What I do know is that it is not in America’s strategic DNA to yield to an adversary like China. The US Strategic Command takes China’s limited nuclear deterrent quite seriously – but the United States proceeds in crisis management from the assumption of overwhelming nuclear superiority.
Australia’s Choices
Finally, Hugh’s essay draws various wrongheaded policy conclusions for Australia from his flawed analysis. He starkly asserts:
Canberra has had to decide how far it can support America without alienating Beijing, how far it can please China without risking a rebuke from Washington . . . We are, most probably, soon going to find ourselves in an Asia dominated by China, where America plays little or no strategic role at all . . . America is stepping away from Asia, and that means it is stepping away from us . . . We are going to be on our own . . . We should do what we can to build a new relationship with America – a post-alliance relationship.
Then he darkly prophesies that “Beijing could one day try to impose its brand of authoritarian politics, dictate national policies and control our economy to its advantage. At the worst, it could invade the country and subject it to direct rule from Beijing . . . We can no longer afford to assume that America would come to our aid.”
I am certainly not Australian, but I have visited your wonderful country numerous times and I have closely followed the debates Down Under concerning China in recent years and months. I must confess complete bewilderment at the very notion that there is even a choice contemplated for Australia between the United States and China, and that China somehow offers a viable and valid strategic and moral alternative to the alliance with the United States. I ask all Australians: what values do you really have in common with the People’s Republic of China and the Chinese Communist Party? Alliances and long-term strategic partnership must be anchored by common values. How much blood have Australians and Americans spilled in combat together defending those common values? And are recent revelations of China’s “influence operations” and exporting of censorship to Australia signs of value convergence? Australia can certainly have China as its primary economic partner, but do iron ore exports really equal a foreign policy? I thus find it both delusory and dangerous to argue, as Hugh does, that America is going to abandon Australia (and Asia), that Australia will find itself “on its own,” and that Australians and Asians have no choice but to accommodate Chinese hegemony.
I therefore find Hugh White’s essay, while highly provocative, to be profoundly incorrect in its assessments of the major players and the major trends – which leads him to prescribe equally unsound policies for Australia. Relax, Australia – America has your back, and always will. America is not about to retreat from Asia – from Teddy Roosevelt to the present and well into the future, America will be a fully engaged Indo-Pacific power. For as far as my eye can see, Asia will be the site of a strategic contest between the United States and China. The US–China competition is far from over – it is intensifying, across Asia and the world.
Finally, I know of no Asians who wish to live under a Pax Sinica – a new “tribute system” – even if China had the capabilities to extend its power over the region (which it does not). Looking to the future, the empirical reality and the principal strategic challenge for all countries in Asia is to “manage” the US–China competition and to keep it from becoming fully adversarial. Australians and other Asian states possess their own agency and should work to ameliorate the rising competition while countering Chinese assertiveness. This is what the grand strategists should be concentrating their analytical efforts on.
David Shambaugh
WITHOUT AMERICA
Correspondence
What a level, clear-eyed assessment Hugh White has written as China emerges, the United States dithers in clouds of nostalgia, and Australians must determine how to proceed amid these momentous transformations. I privilege this as my opening remark on White’s intricately reasoned essay because, as an American watching Washington closely as a matter of my profession, “level” and “clear-eyed” are not terms I am accustomed to typing. White comes out right: here is what the twenty-first century looks like; take it, because there is no leaving it. “Let’s get on with it,” as his last sentence puts the point.
In truth, I did not begin White’s piece so approvingly. I expected to read another connoisseur of the exquisite circularity of Western-centric strategic reasoning, if this is the word. The early signals were many: “America will lose, and China will win,” “how the contest will proceed,” “a new, China-led order,” “an Asia dominated by China,” “a country’s willingness to go to war . . . determines its place in the international system,” and so on. This is the zero-sum myopia that afflicts Washington: what China gains is our loss. It is an adjunct of the “indispensable nation” routine – which, in turn, gives rise to the with-us-or-against-us bit. George W. Bush made this explicit after the September 11 tragedies; but, as White reminds us, Barack Obama treated Australia to a full-dress rendering when he addressed parliament a decade and two months later.
America has the frame wrong, as White notes with a splendid bluntness. This seems to be a realisation that arrives bitterly among Australians, and one understands: it rather cancels many decades of assumptions. White walks through and out of these – the virtue of his piece. China’s rise does not imply a contest. In that speech Obama delivered in Canberra in November 2011, he announced that the United States had decided to turn it into one – a very different thing. This is the frame, and it has proven the fatal flaw in American thinking ever since.
The emergence of China as a regional and global power is neither more nor less than history’s wheel turning. It is a challenge, certainly – no surprise, as history is never short of these – but it is not a challenge to confront, or to turn back. That is sheer folly, as White remarks in so many words. The challenge is to find opportunities in the soil of an unfamiliar landscape. It is to advance imaginatively into a new time, confident of one’s competence to do so. It is to remain game, in a word: aware of the past but never its prisoner.
White writes quite a lot about “great-power politics,” hegemony, the ambitions of powerful nations. He refers severally to the nineteenth-century conduct of the European powers. Good enough to have a sound grounding in history, something we Americans flatly decline to cultivate.
But I urge White to dilate the lens still further. Parity between West and non-West, in one or another manifestation, is in my view the twenty-first century’s single most momentous imperative. Humanity has known nothing like this for at least half a millennium (taking my date from da Gama’s 1498 arrival in Calicut). The past is not going to be so reliable a guide, precedent not so strict a professor – this for the simple reason that non-Western nations are going to do things differently. Empire-building, to make the most obvious of many distinctions, will not figure among their priorities.
How does a nation’s intent come to be as it is? Or its ambitions? What gives rise to them, and why? History, culture, traditions, long-embedded values – these, the soil of politics, are my answers. If we think about China in this way, what might we surmise?
Anyone who has walked to and fro on the mainland understands that the Opium Wars were the day before yesterday to the Chinese sensibility. So there is the question of humiliation and its overcoming – redress. The Western powers walked all over the Chinese by way of territorial integrity, but let us not stop there: pile a set of historical maps atop one another and leaf through them – what makes China China has been a question requiring careful management as long as there has been a China. Closer to our time, it is worth considering the Five Principles of Peaceful Co-Existence Zhou Enlai articulated at Bandung in 1955, when the People’s Republic was a struggling six-year-old. Four had to do with mutual respect – territorial integrity, non-interference, recognition of equality, and so on.
The Cold War being as it was, China’s record in these regards is other than spotless. But vastly on the whole, it indicates that Zhou, fifty-seven when he went to Bandung, was not a mere spouter of platitudes. There is a thread of continuity in China’s conduct, then to now. It dropped no bombs last year and sent no drones into civilian populations in other nations. It has no record of fomenting coups, fixing elections, or, as White points out, insisting that others adhere to its political and social ideologies.
I read Xi Jinping’s monumentally sweeping speech at the Nineteenth Party Congress last October against this background. It is clear to me that China sees its best interests – stability (another long preoccupation in Beijing) and prosperity for its 1.3 billion people – as lying in the cultivation of these very things as far as it can go from Shanghai to Lisbon. The American dailies groused endlessly about self-interest when Xi celebrated his Belt and Road Initiative at a quite well-attended forum in Beijing last spring. This is what I mean by the opportunities that are there to be exploited but overlooked when the frame is threat and rivalry. I read the list of the 1700 BRI projects already on the books and thought, “With enemies like this, who needs friends?”
One of the decisive passages in White’s piece comes after he ticks off all the worst outcomes now laid out in situation rooms in Canberra (and of course Washington). “Beijing could one day try to impose its brand of authoritarian politics, dictate national policies and control our economy to its advantage,” he writes. “At worst it could invade the country and subject it to direct rule from Beijing.” I had not thought our American brand of paranoia had spread so far. But then:
There is no evidence that this is how China’s leaders see things today. Their territorial ambitions seem limited to the lands that China already occupies or claims . . . They show no desire to proselytise an ideology or export a political system. Nor do they want radical change in the regional or global economic order.
My first thought on reading this was that White would have a tough time finding a professorship in the US if he insists on tossing this kind of thing around, but that is another conversation. This is the kind of clear sight Australia needs to rely upon – a starting point, no more – as it decides how to locate itself as a Pacific nation in the twenty-first century. As to the rivalry theme, I propose to dispose of it this way: America has a lot of frontage on the Pacific lake, and no one wishes it were otherwise – not even the Chinese. They are not saying, “Go, your time is over.” They are saying only, “Move over.” But as White points out, the American diplomatic tradition is far too underdeveloped – we have no gift for it because sheer power has left us with no need of it – to manage even this easily achievable subtlety.
White protests repeatedly against the common theme in Australia of recent years, “We don’t have to choose.” I agree it is wrong, a weak-minded flinch, but I do not agree on the choice as White describes it. Australia does have a choice to make, but it does not lie between Beijing and Washington in some contrived either/or fashion. Tipping towards paradox, Australia has to decide if it accepts the choice the US presents it with: us or them, Aussies, choose. I urge Australians to recognise this as a monumentally inconsiderate proposition on America’s part, one in which Australia would do well to detect a fundamental indifference to its own interests at the core of American policy. The latter has long begun and ended with the preservation of primacy, all else judged as serving it or not. This, along with the nostalgic folly of American strategy in the Pacific, ought to make Australia’s true choice a lot easier, I would think. It is the choice of refusing the choice. The truly consequential choice is America’s: it lies between past and future.
I conclude with two final remarks: one has to do with global order and the other with the independence of nations within, broadly speaking, the Western alliance.
White refers often to the post-1945 order, or “the region’s ‘rules-based order’ – by which they [the optimists in Canberra] mean the US-led status quo,” as something many Australians consider the grail to be preserved as they consider their future. Fair enough. Many people in many places think this way. But I think nations such as Australia would do well to reconsider the record, as this, too, would make their deliberations easier. There are too many truisms and gloss-overs inscribed in the orthodoxy on this point. There has been an awful lot of disorder in the Western Pacific in the decades of American primacy (and indeed long before, if we go back to the war in the Philippines). It is off the point, but I must respectfully take issue with White’s remark that Latin America, with its decades of dictators, civil wars, endemic poverty and violence, has by and large done well under American dominance. We – all of us, with more voices at the table and less hegemonic ambition – can do better by way of a global order worthy of the term.
“Australia is going to have a more independent foreign policy in the new Asia – more independent of Washington, that is – whether it likes it or not.” So White writes midway in his essay. I do not quite comprehend the whiff of stage fright. One has long understood Australia’s place as Washington’s “most obliging ally,” as White puts it. But for me, at least, there has always been an assumption of some . . . what? . . . some faint ignominy attaching to this position. Taking possession of a voice of its own will certainly bring Australia challenges and responsibilities. But how salutary a prospect nonetheless. Taking the point further, I would say even the challenges and responsibilities will do the nation a power of good.
I have wondered for decades when in hell the Europeans will learn to stand up and speak for themselves instead of dutifully yes-ing Washington even when it is diametrically against their interests to do so. They have their own perspectives, their own view of diplomacy as against conflict, much that is evolved in their address of the non-Western Other. They mutter of these things among themselves but then resume the forced march. The world would be better for this balancing voice to articulate clearly, especially as it would come from within the old Atlantic alliance.
The Europeans will soon face a series of important decisions. Do they conduct themselves as part of the Eurasian landmass as this draws together in one of the truly historic motions of our time, or stay loyal to the alliance in a way wholly lacking in imagination and confidence? White’s very thoughtful essay moves me to suggest that on its side of the world – different topography, a sea and not a landmass – Australia faces a version of the very same question.
One of the truths I learnt when reporting on Indonesia during the first post-Suharto years, when various provinces were fighting for autonomy, was that to stay together it would be necessary for the Republic of Indonesia to come partially apart. Reading Hugh White’s essay, I wonder if the same may now prove so of the West and all who identify as belonging to it.
Patrick Lawrence
WITHOUT AMERICA
Correspondence
Hugh White’s essay demonstrates that even a flawed argument can garner international attention if it uses the right dramatic device. For White, that device is a fictional meeting of the US National Security Council (NSC). In this vignette, the President chooses not to risk war, potentially nuclear war, with China over the South China Sea; in doing so, according to White, the United States effectively retreats from Asia and hands it to China. This is exciting stuff indeed and we look forward to the movie.
However, the reality of national security policy-making is seldom so dramatic and simplistic. We have heard the binary “China Choice” argument for nearly a decade now, but this particular vignette and newest version of White’s argument caught our attention not only due to its colour and flair but also its factual inaccuracy and analytic weakness. Given our collective participation in over a decade of actual meetings on China in the White House Situation Room for Presidents Bush and Obama, we have a very different view about this fictional NSC meeting, as well as the broader geopolitical dynamics at play in the Asia-Pacific.
White’s argument is built on a rolling series of inflated assumptions about Chinese power, and deflated assumptions about the United States. His argument also displays the core analytic flaw of generalisation: it assumes the specific case of the South China Sea is the best and only way to measure US resolve more broadly (and that US resolve is best tested by a willingness to escalate to nuclear war with China). White also selectively interprets the events in the South China Sea to make the case for a US retreat from Asia, which we see as an overly sweeping conclusion. In addition, there is almost no extended discussion of economic issues, as if economic interdependence is irrelevant to Asian nations’ strategic orientation. (White just asserts widespread economic dependence on China by everyone in Asia.)
To be clear, we do not question White’s motives in trying to foster a serious debate about the implications of China’s growing clout and ambition; indeed we applaud his efforts. We do, however, question his analytic judgments about the capabilities, motives, possible scenarios and likely outcomes. Such a debate needs to be well informed and well reasoned. We would like to see less polemics and more analytics.
Let us begin with China. White’s ledger sheet on China’s power lists only profits and potential profits – no losses or potential losses. He does a great job of measuring China’s strengths and juxtaposing them against America’s weaknesses. Neither of us has any illusions about China’s economic, diplomatic or military capabilities and potential; Xi Jinping is clearly a formidable leader with substantial ambitions. However, China’s limitations and weaknesses are substantial as well: an economy saddled with a large and growing debt burden, a bloated and inefficient state sector, endemic corruption, a highly inefficient system for allocating resources, pervasive and extreme air and water pollution, and a leadership that is, at best, ambivalent about market reforms. China desperately wants to avoid the middle-income trap but, if history is a guide, it only has only about five years left before demographic trends and related macro-economic imbalances become structural constraints to doing so.
Externally, China’s dependence on foreign energy sources is only growing, creating major vulnerabilities. Its military capabilities are untested in conflict, and few of China’s top military leaders have any real combat experience aside from a costly ground campaign with Vietnam in 1979. Diplomatically, China enjoys very little attractive soft power, and its coercive use of its economic, military and paramilitary capabilities in recent years has fostered enduring anxiety in Asia. The US Pivot was premised on the correct assumption that no one in Asia wants China to dominate the region, and that remains the case today – perhaps more so as Xi Jinping shows his stripes.
In contrast, White’s ledger sheet on the United States is presented as all losses or projected losses. There is no mention of American energy dominance; the United States’ broad and increasingly strong economic recovery (projected to continue, absent an exogenous shock); the strengthening of American alliances in Asia, America’s technological innovation, higher education institutions, military capabilities; or the fact that direct foreign investment into the United States from Asian sources dwarfs that going into China in both stock and flow.
More to the point, White’s essay assumes that the United States is incapable of learning and adjusting to the new reality, whereas China is capable of flawlessly mastering every strategic twist and turn, and incapable of error or overreach. For example, he argues that many American policy-makers and experts think the best way to deal with China is to wait for it to collapse politically, economically and diplomatically, and that US policy has been based on such assumptions. White should name one such policy-maker, because we are not aware of anyone on either side of the aisle who has made that argument. Such arguments certainly never came up in the NSC meetings we have attended since 2001. This is a classic straw-man argument about US policy.
On the same theme of blissful American complacency, Hugh argues that China’s coercive actions on maritime issues have worked well for Beijing because Washington has made no effective response; he then concludes that China has won by default. We have each noted, as have many of our American colleagues in and out of government, that Beijing gained a strategic advantage in its rapid and unexpected construction and partial militarisation of island bases in the South China Sea. The United States, Australia and our partners then suffered further setbacks when Beijing was able to use proxies within both ASEAN and the European Union to block consensus in those groupings and blunt diplomatic pressure on China. A goal scored for China perhaps, but White would have us throw in the towel and go back to the bus for a depressing ride home in the first minutes of the game.
White’s accounts of Chinese behaviour in the East and South China Seas are inaccurate in their characterisation of the events and their outcomes (that is, China always winning). He claims that China’s moves against Scarborough Shoal and the Senkaku Islands were deliberate and carefully planned and executed attempts to test US resolve – and that the US failed in both instances. His account does not accord with the facts.
In May 2012, the dispute over Scarborough Shoal near the Philippines came about because a Philippine naval vessel (on the way back from monitoring a North Korean missile test) stumbled by chance upon a Chinese fisherman fishing within the shoal. The navy arrested the fisherman and thus began the dispute with China. Beijing and Manila spent several weeks trying to resolve this privately – which Beijing clearly preferred. The situation escalated when the Philippines unwisely went public and sought to shame China into cooperating. China then escalated further by deploying coastguard vessels in and around the disputed shoal. Keep in mind that China’s position on the South China Sea at that time was heavily influenced by Hu Jintao and State Councillor Dai Bingguo, who were both known to prefer diplomacy and were still committed to a low-profile foreign policy (“hide and bide”). Thus, the notion that the 2012 Scarborough Shoal incident was a grand strategic play by Hu Jintao is a bit rich. To be sure, China outmanoeuvred Washington and Manila, albeit mendaciously, by keeping its vessels around Scarborough and thus securing de facto control of the area, but this lesson was not lost on other countries in the region.
That is not the end of the story. China threatened many times to take similar action in and around another disputed feature, Thomas Shoal (where a very old, rusting Philippine naval vessel is grounded), but never made a move to do so. The US and Philippine militaries worked together to keep the naval vessel and its occupants well supplied, and deterred Chinese efforts to seize the shoal.
Even more dramatically, in 2016 the United States very specifically deterred China from conducting land reclamation in Scarborough Shoal. According to press reports, in early March 2016 US intelligence agencies gained information that China was preparing to send dredgers to Scarborough to begin reclamation; by some accounts, a few ships had already left Chinese ports. With this information, and after a few NSC meetings (okay, sometimes these meetings can involve drama), Washington decided to intervene at the highest levels. During a 31 March meeting with Xi Jinping at the Nuclear Security Summit, President Obama made clear that if China started reclamation work at Scarborough it would have major consequences, implying US military action; he linked this to the credibility of US alliance commitments. Xi Jinping clearly got the message, because Chinese ships turned around and the Scarborough reclamation was halted. In other words, China backed down.
A similar course of events played out in the East China Sea. In this case, Chinese actions were not a well-planned effort to test US and Japanese resolve, but a gradual evolution of events precipitated by Japanese actions. China deployed its coastguard around the disputed islands because the islands had been effectively nationalised by the Japanese government. Tokyo thought it had successfully managed this issue with Beijing between the announcement in July and its implementation in September, but once the decision took effect, Beijing reacted with anger and numerous deployments.
The US and Japanese response was not the unmitigated failure that White purports it to be in his essay. On the contrary, from autumn 2012, the United States and Japan countered Chinese coercion in the East China Sea. US diplomacy, military deployments and coordination with Japan prevented China from escalating its presence around the disputed islands, after multiple Chinese attempts to do so. Washington and Tokyo outflanked Xi diplomatically in the region and prevented him from demonising Prime Minister Abe and isolating Japan. Tokyo stepped up Japanese capabilities around the Senkakus, and Chinese actions produced the dramatic revision of the US–Japan defence cooperation guidelines. Far from “winning,” Xi abandoned his original conditions for concessions on the Senkakus and agreed to a summit with Abe in November 2014.
This evolution of US commitment towards Asia continues under the Trump administration. We have each criticised this president from opposite sides of the aisle for abandoning the Trans-Pacific Partnership, hobbling the State Department, questioning US alliances and damaging America’s brand in many parts of the world. There are strategic consequences to these actions, to be sure. But the Trump administration has also made the response to China a central organising tenet of its new National Security Strategy, imperfect though that strategy may still be. Secretary of Defense James Mattis has made more trips to meet with friends and allies in Asia than any of his predecessors in their first year, and has accelerated the Pentagon’s rebalance to Asia, despite Trump’s ridiculous campaign pledges threatening to abandon allies who did not pay more for their defence (though we would be quick to add that allies, including Australia, should spend more on defence).
Moreover, while Trump’s statements and actions (and the frequent disconnect between them) make for an irresistible target for White, polls show that support among the American public for global engagement and free trade actually increased in 2017. Indeed, a majority of Americans now identify Asia as the most important region in the world to our nation’s future. That percentage skyrockets among millennials. This is equally true for the Congress, where internationalists are winning seats in both parties and a growing cadre of new members is making Asia, rather than Europe or the Middle East, the focus of their legislative careers.
White’s fantastical scenario of an Asia without America ignores all of this. It also ignores two centuries of American engagement in the region. The American foreign policy intellectual Walter Lippman argued just before World War II that American isolationism applied to Europe, but never really applied to the Pacific. After France fell in 1940, Gallup polls showed that Americans still wanted to sit out the war in Europe, but were willing to put more pressure on Japan to back off in the Pacific, “even at the risk of war.” The United States bled in the Pacific during the Cold War, not in Europe. White argues that Americans will not be willing to risk nuclear war to defend allies in Asia, but the American people and Congress were willing to do so to defend NATO and Japan during the Cold War, and polls today show the highest level of public support for the defence of Japan or Korea, if needed, than we have ever seen. The “tripwire” that will guarantee American deterrence in Asia is not just American bases, but the hundreds of thousands of Americans who live in the region. The American territory of Guam is closer to mainland China than any point in Australia.
White’s essay is also ahistorical in arguing that the correct metric of American power is the retention of primacy in Asia. Even if one posits a more precipitous shift in power in the region – and there are many reasons not to believe we are on the eve of a shift to Chinese primacy as White claims – the reality is that since 1783 American leaders have focused first and foremost on preventing rival hegemons from denying the United States access to the Pacific. After 1945, primacy was, for a time, arguably a means to that end – not a historic end in itself. When Nixon opened to China in 1971 to counterbalance Soviet hegemony after Vietnam, he was acting in the tradition of Theodore Roosevelt, who had understood how to play a multipolar power dynamic to maintain American access and advantage. The conditions for this strategy are no less ripe in Asia today. With the exception of Russia, the most powerful states in the region are moving closer to the United States because of uncertainty about China.
Furthermore, according to Hugh White, the fundamental test of primacy (as bad a metric as it may be) is not just US willingness to go to war with China over the South China Sea, but willingness to engage in nuclear war. Such a standard for measuring US resolve says more about White’s anxieties about the United States than the strategic realities of the Asia-Pacific. As former staff of the National Security Council, we are confident in asserting that it is essentially unknowable what the conditions might be for the United States to escalate to nuclear war with China, over the South China Sea, Taiwan or any issue. The specific evolution of such a crisis matters enormously. In our collective eleven years of service on the NSC staff, and after countless hours of meetings with allies and partners alike, we were never asked if the United States was willing to escalate to nuclear war with China as a signal of US resolve to back its security commitments in Asia. Not to put too fine a point on it, but this is a phony test.
White’s dismissal of the other powers in Asia is perhaps the flimsiest assumption of all. In his imagined post-American world, India would have insufficient reach into the Pacific, and Japan would be too isolated within East Asia to lead without America – ipso facto, the other major powers are irrelevant to this contest, now and in the future. But wait a minute: what if we look at the real world we know about first, instead of the post-American world Hugh posits? The fact that Japan, Australia and India all quickly agreed to participate in a “Quad” strategic dialogue with the United States that each had avoided earlier demonstrates an important shift in those countries’ strategic preferences for balancing Chinese power. The defence, intelligence and diplomatic relationships the United States has with Japan, India and Australia are unprecedented and slated to grow further. In terms of strategic alignment, we agree that China has had success wooing or intimidating some Southeast Asian countries. Beijing might also think it is winning in Korea under President Moon Jae-in, though polls there show deepening mistrust of China and strong support for the US alliance. Meanwhile, the most successful and powerful states in the region are aligning more closely with the United States, as we noted. That dynamic, as much as any, is what precludes the post-American world that Hugh posits.
In our view, Asia is emerging as a very dynamic multipolar security system in which major powers will bob and weave for influence across the arenas of economic, diplomatic and military affairs, cooperating in some and competing in others. No one in Asia wants China to dominate, but all want to benefit from China’s economy; conversely, no one in Asia wants to choose between the United States and China, but most are happy to play them off against each other. The strategic dynamics in Asia in the coming decades will be the space between these realities.
We are neither complacent about the challenges posed by China’s rise and its assertions in Asia, nor are we panicked about what it means for the United States’ relative position in the region – and regional politics more broadly. Australians shouldn’t be either. To be sure, the United States has much to do to improve its position, but that has always been the case (regardless of the China challenge), given the substantial US economic and security interests in the region. The core functions of US alliances – reassurance, deterrence and restraint – are a full-time job in the era of North Korean nuclear weapons and the myriad transitional challenges to Asian stability. Thus, the demand for the United States in Asia remains robust and in ways and on issues that China simply lacks the capabilities and expertise to provide.
Therefore, we believe it is highly premature for Australia or any country in Asia to jump into a post-American world based on the narrative of a binary choice built on an inflated assumption of China’s capabilities and deflated assumptions about US capabilities and resolve. Accordingly, we do not think that the current government of Australia is remotely close to accepting such arguments. If the latest foreign policy white paper is an accurate indication of Canberra’s strategic orientation, Australian policy-makers are as clear-eyed and determined as we are about the need to address the challenges emanating from China and Xi Jinping, which means securing opportunities and cooperation with Beijing where possible. As this picture takes shape, both the United States and Australia need to have public debates about these issues, and we applaud Hugh White’s effort to provoke such debate. These debates, however, need to be as well informed as they are engaging and entertaining; it is on that front which we believe White’s essay could have done better.
Michael Green & Evan S. Medeiros
WITHOUT AMERICA
Correspondence
It’s tempting to caricature Hugh White. When you’re mapping the contours of the China debate, who better to hold up as an exemplar of accommodation? And yet, having read his analyses closely, and having had the privilege of discussing Asia’s future with him in person, I’ll say again what I’ve said before: Hugh is right.
He’s right that the United States and China are in an epochal competition for the heart and soul of the twenty-first century. He’s right that Washington and the American people have yet to grapple with this reality in any meaningful way, much less respond accordingly. He’s right that the United States is losing badly right now. And he’s right that, if current trends continue, the result will be a whitewash in China’s favour, leaving Australia with exceedingly difficult decisions about the direction of its foreign alignments and policies in a China-dominated Asia.
But this is where Hugh and I diverge, because I just don’t think the contest is over. Nor is China’s victory as inevitable as Hugh portrays. With a smart, focused strategy, the United States can staunch Beijing’s momentum towards a China-led order in the region – and it can do so in ways that don’t do violence to the US–Australia alliance or Australia’s foreign-policy fundamentals.
If Hugh and I are fellow travellers in our depictions of current trends in Asia, what accounts for our starkly differing conclusions about where this all ends up? I see three core issues upon which Hugh and I disagree.
First, Hugh describes the purpose of the Obama administration’s Pivot, or Rebalance, to Asia as an attempt to “deter Beijing from challenging US leadership by affirming America’s determination to remain Asia’s primary power.” Later, he describes Obama’s policy as a failed effort to “resist and contain China’s challenge.” Here, I have to say, Hugh is wrong. Having spent countless hours in the White House Situation Room in National Security Council meetings with President Obama and his national security team, I can safely say that the Obama
administration’s Asia policy was not focused on containing China’s rise or deterring a challenge to US leadership. Geopolitical competition in Asia was not a central focus. Instead, US policy was based on the notion that China’s expanding power and influence were natural, manageable and, on balance, beneficial to enhancing cooperation on global issues. (I’ll admit the messaging wasn’t great – another thing on which Hugh and I agree.)
This matters a great deal because it determines whether the story of the last decade is that the United States intended, attempted, but ultimately failed to resist China’s rise; or, alternatively, that the United States hasn’t actually tried in any meaningful way yet to apply significant counterpressure on Beijing’s burgeoning influence. Hugh argues the former, I’d argue the latter. He thinks the gig is up; I think we haven’t tested the proposition.
I also take issue with Hugh’s characterisation that “disappointment” with Australia’s approach to China was a critical factor shaping Washington’s attitude towards Canberra. This is a significant misreading insofar as China was a distant priority in the Obama administration’s Australia policy – certainly compared to the importance of working with Canberra on climate change, refugees and counter-ISIS campaigns in Syria and Iraq. Bottom line: Hugh overstates Washington’s focus on resisting the China challenge, which leads him to see decisive failure where I still see latent potential.
Second, and relatedly, Hugh bases much of his argument on what he perceives to be an imbalance of resolve: China cares more, is more willing to go to war, and will therefore prevail in any game of chicken or brinksmanship. I agree with Hugh that Washington has been unduly risk-averse, thereby creating a permissive environment for Chinese assertiveness. But that can surely change; the United States could take a firmer line in defending its interests in Asia. In fact, I think this is more likely than not.
What would happen then? In Hugh’s telling, China will stand firm and Washington will blink. Good as a theory, but also inaccurate as a depiction of recent events. It’s true that Washington has exhibited significant risk aversion – but so has Beijing. Look at the record: in instances where the Obama (and now Trump) administration outlined clear and credible consequences for China’s bad behaviour – including on cyber-espionage, UN sanctions on North Korea, and its Air Defense Identification Zone in the East China Sea – Beijing quickly folded and reversed course. In fact, it’s hard to think of a single case where China escalated in the face of concentrated, principled American power. Contrary to Hugh’s predictions, this suggests that when the United States chooses to push back, Beijing isn’t quite so willing after all to lower its shoulder at the risk of confrontation.
Third, Hugh ascribes limited and minimal aims to China’s leaders, noting that “they will seek no more influence in East Asia, and over Australia, than they need to achieve their key objectives.” This sounds fairly benign, and it is a point often made by those in Washington who argue that US policy in Asia is basically on the right course. I’m less confident, and further troubled by descriptions of geopolitics in Asia suggesting that all that’s really happening is one balloon is getting bigger and one balloon is getting smaller. For me, this kind of normative relativism – or at least normative agnosticism – elides just how different China’s control of Asia could be. It’s worth thinking critically about an illiberal world in which the Chinese Communist Party has dominant sway over the norms, rules and institutions that govern international relations. Admittedly, neither politicians nor experts in Washington have made this case clearly or effectively, but that doesn’t mean the consequences will be small and acceptable if Beijing consolidates a China-led order. I see sky-high stakes for the United States.
In the final analysis, Hugh’s essay is exceedingly important as a clarion call – I wish every senior US policy-maker would take the time not only to read it, but to internalise the profundity of the challenge facing the United States. That said, the United States is not as weak nor is China as strong as Hugh’s readers might be led to believe. To friends in Australia, let me conclude with this: America is down but not out. Stick with us. Ride out Donald Trump. Our alliance can still help preserve a future for Asia that is open and free. It’s not yet time, as Hugh suggests, to submit to a region without America.
Ely Ratner
THE LONG GOODBYE
Response to Correspondence
After reading Geoff Russell’s criticisms and a week of stomping around the house, I’ve decided he is right. My failure to mention nuclear expansion as an option to lower emissions, as well as the fractious debate this has given rise to, is a serious omission. For the sake of clarity and length, I did not “go there” – but I should have, even if just to summarise and point to possible battlelines on the horizon. Mea culpa.
The Paris Agreement, signed in 2015, was decades overdue, loosely binding and not particularly helpful in finding a way forward. Emissions need to be cut drastically and rapidly – but how? Four climate scientists – James Hansen, the former NASA chief scientist who famously fronted Congress in 1988 to testify that global warming is 99 per cent certain to be the result of human activities; Australia’s eminent climate scientist Tom Wigley; Kerry Emanuel, a professor of meteorology at Massachusetts Institute of Technology; and Ken Caldeira, of the Carnegie Institution, a key contributor to the International Panel on Climate Change, which won the 2007 Nobel Peace Prize – have been among the most prominent advocates for a rapid shift to nuclear power. Their view is that time is fast running out and stepping up its use would allow us to swerve away from the most catastrophic effects of global warming; the contrast is drawn with renewables, which they say are not only slow and incremental, but also not up to the task.
It is a convincing argument (isn’t everything these days?), all the more so as these highly respected scientists are not paid stooges, not part of the so-called Great Global Warming Swindle. They are among the greatest minds of our time. Yet the backlash was swift. In the Guardian, Harvard professor Naomi Oreskes wrote that the four scientists embodied a strange kind of “denial” – which was, considering the depth of knowledge these scientists have brought to the field of climate science, not only a rank thing to write, but stupid. It was a backlash, in part revealing – oh, look, the left can behave just like the right – but also understandable – never again are we going to trust energy corporations and mining giants to call the shots.
Now, I cannot propose a technical case “for or against” the rapid expansion of nuclear generators here. But I can interrogate why I failed to flag the nuclear-energy option in The Long Goodbye and what this says about the broader push towards renewables.
Let’s consider the Finkel Review. Its clean energy target was designed to give new generators an incentive to produce electricity below an emissions baseline – at 0.6 tonnes of carbon per megawatt hour, this would presumably include nuclear energy – but the report states that taking up the nuclear option would be a slow process: “Any development will require a significant amount of time to overcome social, legal, economic and technical barriers.” Just as nuclear advocates are calling for expansion to curb climate change, largely because there is no time to waste, the Finkel Review is clear that the nuclear option, at least in the Australian landscape, would not meet the immediate needs of the national grid any time soon. The hurdles are many, and not simply scientific or technological.
Perhaps this is where Geoff Russell and I differ, or where, as he suggests, I “trust” the science without a deep understanding of megawatts. Russell, I think, sees the job of the Finkel Review panel as a purely scientific one; hence slotting in nuclear energy may well be a no-brainer. I don’t agree. The Finkel Review is – or was – an opportunity to get a foot in the door, one that has been flapping in the wind for a decade or so now. It is as scientifically exact a report as was political palatable.
Can there even be such a thing? I’m guessing that to Russell, no – and indeed, it would be unforgivable in the laboratory. But we don’t live in the lab – just as, to quote Australian feminist Eva Cox, we don’t live in an economy, we live in a society. We cannot consider anything in isolation, not even science, it seems. If we could, then the very fact of climate change and our contribution to it would surely have been accepted by now. In the nuclear industry, many key players cross over with those in the fossil-fuel industry. This is why renewables, thermal storage and batteries are winning hearts and minds. Their rapid uptake goes beyond dramatic drops in cost and technical advances; it is also occurring because other providers – of gas, coal, oil, nuclear – have lost our trust.
In reality, though, no future energy scenario will exclude mining and all that cascades from it. Just as the Minerals Council of Australia (hello again, BHP, Rio Tinto, etc.) is currently sponsoring nuclear talking heads from the United States to visit Australia (you can read them without MCA attribution in the Australian), miners of the rare metals found in renewables and batteries, such as lithium, indium and cobalt, will clearly benefit from any such expansion.
Here is the nexus of a divisive debate on climate change mitigation. On one side you have the nuclear advocates, varying from scientific purists to pragmatists who liken their conversion to swallowing a bitter pill, as journalist George Monbiot wrote in the Guardian in 2011: “Yes, I still loathe the liars who run the nuclear industry. Yes, I would prefer to see the entire sector shut down, if there were harmless alternatives. But there are no ideal solutions.”
The other side is best embodied by a Canadian movement which is calling for a shift to renewables and a dramatic shift in human relations, such as forming an “energy democracy,” in which energy is controlled by communities rather than private companies. Instigated by writer Naomi Klein and her husband, documentary-maker Avi Lewis, the movement’s “Leap Manifesto” has been drafted by representatives from indigenous, religious, labour and environment groups, with substantial scientific support.
Essentially, the manifesto is trying to arrest the Groundhog Day feeling that would most likely accompany a technical replacement of coal without dealing with the structural problems that got us here. As Graham Readfearn writes in his response: “The problems are deeply structural. The foundations are rotten.” He continues: “You’d never design a democratic system where political parties can get cash and favours from the same corporations that have a direct stake in the policies the politicians come up with.” Yet that is exactly the system we have. We have a mining company sending twenty-two of its own “experts” into a state environment department to “discuss” its application. We have state governments issuing hundreds of mining leases on prime farmland in a bid to raise revenue. The Long Goodbye merely skims the surface of the extent in which Australia’s political system has been captured by the mining sector. And so, ironically, the pro-nuclear forces need the anti-nuclear forces if, as Russell desires, nuclear energy is to get a fair, credible trial in Australia.
The political system as it stands is in need of serious rehabilitation. Need this be as radical as the Leap Manifesto proposes? Hardly. For a start, Australia could stop delaying implementation of the Extractive Industries Transparency Initiative. In 2006 Australia pledged support for the EITI, but has since obfuscated any attempt to implement it. The EITI is a standard that requires a country to provide transparency in every aspect of mining, from assessments to licences, royalty and land agreements, point of extraction to final product, and how mining revenue travels through all levels of government and contributes to the economy, including employment. If the mining sector is the uniformly good-news story it claims to be, then committing to the EITI shouldn’t be a problem.
Second, New South Wales’ Independent Commission Against Corruption needs to be rolled out in every state, territory and nationwide. This proposal has widespread support from voters, the judicial system, as well as many in the public sector. Through this body, serious scrutiny could be given to the revolving door linking politicians, government staff and lobbyists; and acknowledging the extent to which this undermines our democracy and how to manage it (suggestion: slam the door shut).
Third, mining projects need to be assessed by an independent body that is in part paid for by revenue raised by licences, royalties and so forth – which would diminish the incentive to sign off on these as a way of getting quick cash for state coffers. Land agreements must be scrutinised and made transparent, including native-title agreements. Such a body could enforce rehabilitation requirements and on-site emissions baselines. For example, coalminers have been horizontally “fracking” the coalface for years as a safety measure, flaring off the gas and depositing vast amounts of methane in the atmosphere. Less than a third of these mines capture the gas used to power their operations.
For decades now, we have been subject to the political spin that has seen jobs pitched against the environment. This includes the notion that there are, or will be, more jobs in renewables than fossil fuels. The truth is, beyond their construction, renewables are going much the same way as their competitors. It will be largely automated, all the way down to a robotic glass cleaner for panels. The “jobs versus environment” battleground has become such a familiar part of our political landscape that many of us seem to have accepted the way it has divided Australia. A definitive authority gathering employment data would surely go some way towards closing this political playbook.
Speaking of today’s political playbook, Matt Canavan’s correspondence is utterly demoralising. Canavan is a former minister in a senior government role who cannot read through his anger. A key decision-maker unable to put to one side his sarcastic dross and kneejerk reactions to engage thoughtfully. Instead he plays the dull and hokey “north versus south” card (according to Canavan no one in the north cares about the Great Barrier Reef or climate change) and goes a step further to intimate I am a racist while referring to “they” the “Aborigines” and “our” First Australians. I automatically thought of those concrete garden ornaments – “Aborigine holding spear” – those silent, well-positioned pawns on the National Party’s front lawn. Canavan, like many of his colleagues, is unable to play the ball. He is much more at ease at playing the man.
So, for sanity’s sake, let’s skip the sarcasm to focus on the few points Canavan does make. First, he writes, “India plans to build 50 gigawatts of modern high efficiency, low emission (HELE) coal-fired power stations over the next five years.” This is not true. India has not committed to building 50GW of HELE coal power; the Indian government has inherited 50GW of half-built, stranded projects, proposed five to ten years ago before Prime Minister Modi’s election, which are clogging up the banking system with bad debts. None of these are HELE plants. Canavan goes on to write that Australia’s commercial relationship with India is “immature.” Here he is no doubt echoing the billionaires’ lament that Australia will be “closed for business” if we don’t dig up the Galilee Basin. This is hardly the case. India is Australia’s third-largest trading partner after China and Japan; our two largest exports are coking coal and education. The Indian government has repeatedly stated its intention to cease thermal-coal imports by 2020 – and is now considering a surplus scenario in which India could sell excess domestic thermal coal to Pakistan and Bangladesh in 2022.
Finally, Matt Canavan makes much of a thermal-coal market analysis by global finance firm Morgan Stanley, although referring to the firm’s “recent conclusions” is stretching it – the report he is quoting was written over a year ago. As a former economist, surely he is aware how rapidly the energy landscape is shifting? A recent Morgan Stanley report (July 2017) is. “This seismic shift toward renewable power,” the report summarises, “will have significant effects on the performance and profit of the global power industry.” Girish Achhipalia, a Morgan Stanley research analyst, writes that renewables in India have reached “grid parity” and “the first stage of disruption in the market is underway.” From here, Achhipalia continues, “Grid parity for storage and long-term power contracts’ expiry would be the second and third stages of disruption.”
The speed at which this transformation is taking place is astonishing. India is the world’s second-largest thermal-coal consuming nation, yet renewables now have grid parity? I cannot predict how the storage and contract angles of this Indian energy shift will play out – but it is a dynamic scenario that requires dynamic minds, not inflexible ones. Canavan does not mention the fifth and sixth “C”s: climate change. No doubt he received the brief to never speak of it while still making an argument for “clean” coal.
Similarly, we have a prime minister and senior politicians who understand the science and the looming crisis of climate change (see Josh Frydenberg’s 2007 piece in the Age, “Bush has to tackle global warming, now”), but pretend they don’t. Frydenberg’s response to eminent marine scientist J.E.N. Veron is a sad indictment of what it takes to climb the political ladder in this country. Veron’s letter detailed the back-to-back bleaching of the Great Barrier Reef and made plain that approval to open up the Galilee Basin coal seam is inconsistent with protecting the reef. The environment and energy minister’s response, according to Veron: “The mine was too far from the reef to make any difference and it was on land of little economic value.”
I had a similar response from a punter propping up the bar in a North Queensland pub. Like Frydenberg, he said that Adani’s proposed Carmichael mine was too far inland to affect the reef, and in response my heart flipped like a pikelet. I realised that, somehow, this guy did not know about burning coal and carbon emissions. It wasn’t so much a result of “fake news”; it was more that he was adrift.
It is often said of politicians such as Turnbull, Frydenberg and Shorten, by way of explaining the cards they deal, that they are playing the “long game.” If only that were true. The suggestions above, such as a federal ICAC and implementing the EITI, could go some way to returning the politician’s sightline to the horizon and beginning to restore trust in our political process. By recognising the values that Australians do share, instead of wedging us on the values we don’t share, facts can be facts again. Then, when we have another version of the Finkel Review, it will be as scientifically exact as politically palatability allows, which could well be pretty damn exact.
Just as Geoff Russell’s correspondence made me cringe by reminding me of how I shifted my stack of reading on nuclear energy under the desk, telling myself I’d get to it “later,” John Quiggin’s correspondence led me to recall a creepy thought I had at one point while writing The Long Goodbye: what if all of this – Adani, the railway, the super-pit – what if all of this is a fiction? Quiggin’s convincing assessment is that the Adani mine is a mirage, a way for the company to keep the value of its asset on the books while accelerating its shift into renewables. A few million here – the online “portal” where job-seekers can register and answer some twenty-two questions, and presumably wait for the jobs bonanza to kick off – and there – bolting a “Adani” sign to the top of a building in Townsville – is not much to pay to stop the ship from sinking.
It’s a humiliating thought. Imagine all the work that could be, and needs to be, done for these regional communities by their mayors, senators and so forth – and yet they’ve become extras in the Adani Show. We have all become extras in the Adani Show, although I’d say the traditional owners along the proposed railway and mine as usual drew the shortest straw. Not just the Wangan & Jagalingou and the Juru people who have been bitterly fractured by the process, but also the Jaeggi and Berrimah people who negotiated agreements with Adani.
Quiggin predicts that at some point “real” money will have to be spent, and that will be ours, as taxpayers. “The obvious plan would be to start on the rail line, using the $900 million proposed to be borrowed from the Northern Australia Infrastructure Fund. If at the end of a year or so, the price of coal suddenly rose, the whole project could be revived. If not, the Cayman Islands rail company could be liquidated, and the Australian public would be the proud owners of a half-built railway to nowhere.” By now this is beginning to sound like a quintessentially Australian result.
In his correspondence, Richard Denniss mentions Tasmania’s recent theatre of the absurd, in which state-owned Forestry Tasmania lost $30 million of taxpayers’ money last year. Forestry Tasmania has been losing money hand over fist for years now, and like a half-built railway to nowhere, that clearly isn’t good policy. Yet the major parties have continued to prop up the agency and absorb its debts. Why? Because this is the battleground on which the major political parties define themselves – jobs and the economy versus the environment. Has it become boring as batshit? Yes. Devastating to the island state’s ecosystems and the economy? Yes. Fuelling toxic divisions in the community? Negligently so. After my book Into the Woods on Tasmania’s forest battles was published in 2010, I met mainlanders who had convinced themselves I had written about a uniquely Tasmanian situation. “Oh, Tasmania,” many said. “They really are different down there.”
I doubt they’d say the same today.
Anna Krien
THE LONG GOODBYE
Correspondence
“I thought a lot about the crown-of-thorns starfish while driving through the Bowen Basin,” Anna Krien remarks about halfway into her exegesis of Australia’s deepening climate debacle. “I am not sure what plan B is for the starfish if they eat all the coral. I am not sure starfish think that far ahead.” It is a telling metaphor. Krien’s essay forces deep reflection on the state of our nation, an Australia whose political leaders have been transmogrified into short-sighted starfish by the corrupting alchemy of the coal industry.
Always with an eye to character and context, Krien charts the malignant effect of coal on Australia’s natural and political ecology. The Great Barrier Reef, our precious fresh water and our natural wildlife are sacrifices to coal. Budgets are built around coal’s voodoo economics. Politicians become enslaved to the vested interest of coal. Systems of patrimony and political favour built around coal function out in the open, not necessarily illegal, but at odds with the common good. Indigenous communities are divided by coal’s false promise, and desperate rural towns led down the mining path by patently inaccurate jobs figures. The policy debates remain crippled.
Krien challenges a wilful blindness afflicting Australia’s climate vision. Australian coal exports are already by far our largest contribution to global climate change – yet we don’t even keep track of the carbon cost of our coal when burned in Asian power stations. So it is that Matt Canavan, when Minister for Resources, could tell the Q&A audience that it is okay to open up the vast coal reserves of Queensland’s Galilee Basin, because, “We’re not burning the coal here, it’s being exported to other countries.” If the world is to have any chance of meeting the 2°C target of the Paris Agreement, Australia’s coal industry simply can’t be allowed to expand any further. What is needed is a legislated ban on new coal, followed by an orderly phase-out of existing operations, accompanied by a comprehensive and just transition plan for affected workers and communities.
Inevitably, Krien’s essay leaves some important actors off-screen. She doesn’t give much space to the dedicated opponents of the coal industry. Organisations like my own, Greenpeace, along with GetUp, the Australian Conservation Foundation and many others – all of which give vocal expression to the determined mass resistance of citizens to the coal industry – are referred to only sparingly. This is not intended as a criticism of Krien’s essay, because her focus is elsewhere, but the presence of an effective opposition to big business’s vested interests cannot be taken for granted. Indeed, attempting to silence democratic challenge is clearly part of the coal industry’s strategy.
In his end-of-mission statement delivered in October last year, Michel Forst, the United Nations’ Special Rapporteur on the situation of human rights defenders, said he was “astonished” and “astounded” by what he had observed on his trip to Australia. One particular passage is worth quoting at length:
In recent years, state and federal governments attempted to undermine the ability of human rights defenders to protect environment through political advocacy and litigation. The targeting of advocacy by environmental organisations could be seen as part of broader intent by the Government to stifle criticism by community organisations. However, it can also be closely linked to government lobbying by the fossil fuel industry, which vehemently opposes the use of strategic litigation by environmental activists. The opposition to environmental defenders have taken the form of funding cuts, threats to the deductible gift recipient status of environmental organisations and efforts to vilify advocacy by environmental organisations.
The price of liberty is eternal vigilance, and the democratic space can never be taken for granted, even in Australia.
David Ritter
THE LONG GOODBYE
Correspondence
A journey through the Great Barrier Reef should be full of magic and wonder – free of dirty politics, degradation and dodgy deals. But to understand the modern reef – the bleached, degraded and polluted version – Krien takes us where we need to go, plotting a route through the revolving doors of government lobbying and into coal communities, onto the reef and back out to the climate wars beachhead. So instead her journey is infested with the weeds and slime of propaganda, PR trickery, deception and the “alchemy” and “voodoo” of modern politics and government relations.
Krien brings humanity and beauty to the story by the truckload – where the lorry is one of those ginormous, unceasing remote-controlled ones that carries the coal.
She sprinkles the narrative with dialogue with her four-year-old back home. I wonder how she explained what she’d seen and found. Is it best to guard your kids from all that voodoo, or to prepare them with some sort of immunising explanation to prevent infection later on?
It was in early 2013 that my family took a trip to the reef. I’d been there more than a decade earlier, and with the kids now aged four and seven, it seemed like a good time to expose their spongey brains to its wonder. There’s nothing like floating over soft corals and anemones, with damselfish and “Nemos” flitting by, holding your four-year-old daughter’s hand while she points and gestures frantically. She’s never forgotten the experience.
In early 2016 I was working from my home office on a story about the mass bleaching. A scientist had given me stunning underwater images of bleached coral around Lizard Island. My daughter walked in and saw the pictures enlarged on my screen. The vivid fish against the white coral – a striking contrast.
Like most kids her age, she wanted to know why the coral was white. What would happen to the fish? Would they be okay? What about the corals? Will they recover? Why is this happening?
I tried to explain.
“Yeah, Dad, but why is the water getting warmer?”
I gave it my best shot. Fossil fuels have been really useful, but now we know they do a lot of damage to the environment.
“Well, they should just stop using fossil fuels then . . . Just stop it . . . Yeah, well, they could make money doing something else . . . Well, that’s not fair.”
The situation seemed ridiculous and exasperating to her – because it is.
“How has this happened?” asks Krien. “In part it is because Australia has a political system captured by the fossil-fuel industry.”
Krien offers us a list of contributors to the slime and muck. But there’s no overnight laundry service for the mess, no silver bullet, no cure-all. By this point in the essay, she’s laid it all out for us. The problems are deeply structural. The foundations are rotten.
You’d never design a democratic system in which political parties can get cash and favours from the same corporations that have a direct stake in the policies the politicians come up with.
Yet the process of applying for environmental licences – which, as Krien explains, the mining industry tellingly describes as the “approvals process” – is clearly absurd.
If you transpose the current system to a different scenario, it’s easy to see the absurdity. Let’s say you apply for a job in the public sector. You suggest to the interviewer that the interview panel should be made up of people you’ve chosen and paid, and that they should be the ones to recommend approving your application. The employer agrees and – whaddya know? – you get the gig.
Every time Krien tugs on a thread, the prevailing narratives unravel. Poor countries need our coal and we’re morally obliged to give it to them; mining is Australia’s backbone; resources projects can save Indigenous communities.
In regards to the dogfight of South Australia’s blackout, Krien is particularly insightful. A failure of leadership was critical to what went wrong. The “crux of the issue,” she writes, “is a Liberal Party that used the image and personal history of Malcolm Turnbull, a centrist, an enthusiast for climate action and innovation, to get back into office, even though this image is entirely contrary to his party’s true beliefs and commitments.”
Bang.
Krien has shown us just how cheap and easy aspects of our democracy have become. Like Krien’s reef, the system isn’t dead, but it can’t breathe.
Graham Readfearn
THE LONG GOODBYE
Correspondence
The corpus of the written word is like a patchwork quilt. The fictional patches are typically dominated by characters and their experiences: of love, lust, courage, betrayal and greed, for example. Mysteries can elevate plot above all else.
Scientists can forgive writing that is duller than dominoes, along with a total lack of plot, action or character. It’s all about being right. In science, truth is the target, and evidence and rational argument are the only weapons with standing. Nowhere has the battle between mumbo-jumbo and evidence raged more ferociously in recent times than in the debate between climate-change deniers and climate scientists.
The non-fiction patches in this quilt, like Anna Krien’s Quarterly Essay The Long Goodbye, are strange hybrids. We desperately need them to be right. Advocacy should be seen as perhaps a duty, but crossing the sometimes fine line to propaganda must be resisted. Beautiful prose, by itself, isn’t enough, despite being deliciously welcome.
Anecdotes can illustrate, but also mislead. Consider Krien’s treatment of the impact of 60 million extra tonnes of Australian coal per year in India. She begins by citing an article by Michael McKenna, picking out an anecdote about fifty-five villagers who, so far, have missed out on electricity, and another story from a single villager. These anecdotes are about as relevant as a climate-change denier pointing to record cold temperatures somewhere or other.
The statistics on India’s electricity transformation aren’t hard to find. The state of Kerala has 34 million people; 80 per cent of households had electricity in 2001, and it’s 100 per cent now. Tamil Nadu’s 74 million people went from a household connectivity rate of 78 per cent to 98 per cent in the same period. I could go on, and on, and on. India’s electricity rollout has been spectacular. In a country of 1.3 billion, there will always be thousands of failures, screw-ups and scams, but the trend is clear. The technical term for Krien’s kind of argument is cherry-picking. A bad argument is bad regardless of who uses it or why.
Those of us who have experienced over a decade of climate science denial propaganda have become obsessive about fact-checking and learnt to spot dodgy arguments from a long distance; not just in climate-change deniers, but in ourselves also.
UK journalist and left-wing activist George Monbiot made the mother of all mea culpas in 2011 when covering the crisis at the Fukushima nuclear reactors in Japan. He started off realising that the so-called disaster didn’t rank in a world threatened by a changing climate. He then ploughed through all the evidence that had made him anti-nuclear in the first place, and realised it had much more in common with climate denialist arguments than real science. His later writing on self-styled anti-nuclear guru Helen Caldicott is one of the great digital demolitions.
Realising a core belief is utterly without foundation has a profound impact on how you view all the other non-fiction (non-science) patches in the quilt of the written word. Legendary NASA climate scientist James Hansen, sometimes called the father of climate-change awareness, went so far as take a little time off climate science to estimate the number of lives saved in recent decades by replacing coal with nuclear. It comes to some 1.8 million, and that’s a very conservative estimate. He also wrote a small non-fiction article likening renewable energy to Jim Jones’s poison-laced Kool-Aid.
Hansen and other climate scientists lobbied at the Paris COP21 climate talks in favour of nuclear power. Hansen isn’t alone. I don’t know of any poll data, but there seems to be a disconnect between environmentalists and environmental scientists on the issue, with many of the latter wanting nuclear as a part of our energy mix, not just because they doubt we can prevent further climate destabilisation without it, but also because it is cleaner and greener than the combined alternative of wind, solar, hydro and biofuels.
The Long Goodbye is an impassioned plea to leave our coal in the ground and act to prevent further climate destabilisation. But it doesn’t appear that Krien has a deep knowledge of the science, unlike Hansen. She simply accepts it. Why? Probably because people she trusts also accept it. Such a position is hard to distinguish from one where the science isn’t relevant at all. Naomi Klein, for example, figures that climate science is a great tool with which to batter capitalism. It’s not obvious to me that she cares one way or the other about the truth of her beliefs. Contrast her with Monbiot. Monbiot loathes large multinationals with a passion, including those who build nuclear power stations, but recognises that science is a job lot. If you believe in truth, you have to take it as it comes. If saving the planet means getting into bed with bastards, then so be it.
Krien is a compassionate person and clearly understands India’s pressing need for energy. But her argument that solar will be a viable alternative is not well supported. She resorts to a description of the rapid construction of India’s largest solar plant at Kamuthi, without any attempt to compare it to the energy that the 60 million tonnes of Carmichael coal could deliver annually.
Here are a few relevant numbers. To produce the same amount of electricity that the Carmichael coal could produce, you’d need to build 133 Kamuthi-sized solar farms. And what if you wanted electricity on cloudy days or during the evening or at night-time? Solar farms without storage can’t replace 24/7 coal plants. Krien mentioned molten salt as a means of storing energy but ignored the details – and the details matter. Climate-change deniers are fond of telling people that climate models are faulty, but they are characteristically thin on detail or they’ll resort to false analogies like arguing that failures to predict the weather constitute evidence that climate models are junk. What are the relevant details of molten salt storage? First, the “salt” referred to is actually fertiliser: typically, a mix of potassium and sodium nitrate. To provide fifteen hours of storage for your 133 Kamuthi-sized solar farms, you will need 36.6 million tonnes of fertiliser. The current annual global production of these chemicals is about 3 million tonnes, and almost all of it is already earmarked . . . for producing food. Scaling up the mining of the necessary raw materials and building the chemical-processing plants required is probably possible, if it were just India and just 133 Kamuthis. But we have to power the entire planet, not just little bits of it. And would we really want this? And how fast could we build these plants? These are tough questions and I won’t attempt to answer them here.
Before reading on, ask yourself whether there are more big lithium-ion batteries than molten salt batteries.
Krien mentions the South Australian battery-farm announcement, while again ignoring the details. But, as with molten salt storage, the details matter. A lithium-ion battery contains eight times more cobalt than lithium. And where does cobalt come from? Half the world’s output comes from the Democratic Republic of Congo. You may know something about blood diamonds, thanks to Leonardo DiCaprio’s film, but his next blockbuster could well be Blood Battery. And then there’s graphite, most of which comes from filthy factories and mines in China. The thing about so-called “big” batteries is that they are only big if you have no idea of relative sizes. If you think bicycles can carry big loads, then you don’t understand the relative capacity of trucks and ships. If you add together the capacity of all the “big” lithium-ion batteries on the planet, it comes to about three gigawatt hours, which would provide about 4.6 hours of storage for a single Kamuthi-sized solar plant.
Krien mentions her phone’s satnav when describing her road trip through the coal regions of Queensland. Given their ubiquity, it’s strange how few people understand how these work. They don’t use anything analogous to an emissions trading scheme or a clean energy target, otherwise we’d see our roads littered with lost and confused users.
Suppose you are in Adelaide and want to go to Canberra. Canberra is pretty much due east, so does your satnav simply pick the most easterly road it can find? Does it reward easterly roads and punish westerly roads in some internal market? After all, any road heading east will get you closer to Canberra than you already are. That’s not how it works, because of the risk that your easterly road might turn north, or south, or end up in a dead end.
The details of the shortest path algorithm are less important for us than the basic fact that if you don’t know how to finish the trip, your first turn might take you to a dead-end and require backtracking. So your satnav calculates the full path before proceeding.
It’s the same for a clean electricity system: we need to know the end-game before beginning, to avoid expensive backtracking.
Consider those who call natural gas a “transitional fuel.” We know that a gas-based electricity system will never give us the level of decarbonisation we require. Similarly for biofuels. Why bother with the time and expense of shifting from coal to gas when we know we’ll have to throw out those gas plants anyway? Similarly, biofuels are a total waste of time and energy. We know that the kinds of reductions in emissions that biofuels can deliver aren’t enough.
Now let’s consider wind farms. They are clean enough but have other problems that make the end-game extremely difficult. If a wind farm’s power rating is 100 megawatts, then this is the power it produces when the wind is blowing hard. One hundred megawatts is the maximum output, not the average. So how much electricity will it produce when it’s windy 24/7 for a full year?
The answer is to multiply everything to find the number of hours. The maximum we can get would be 100 x 24 x 365 = 876,000 megawatt hours of electricity each year. Except that it’s never windy all year. Typically, in most places, a wind farm will produce about a third of that theoretical maximum. That fraction, usually close to one-third, has a name; it’s called the capacity factor. If the capacity factor of a wind farm in your area is 40 per cent, it means you live in a really windy place. If it is 15 per cent, then you won’t have any local wind farms, because you live somewhere where nobody is going to build one.
Think what happens as you expand your wind power, gradually adding more and more turbines. Initially, all the electricity gets sold. But what happens when you have enough turbines to supply 100 per cent of the electricity demand when it is really windy?
The capacity factor is what it is. It doesn’t change much as you add turbines. So when you have enough turbines to supply the total demand at some times, you will be supplying about a third of the average annual demand.
So now double the number of wind farms. How much electricity will you be getting when it is windy? You’ll be getting double the demand and throwing away half of what you generate. Suddenly the income to each wind farm drops. And what happens when the wind isn’t blowing? When it isn’t blowing, you will be getting nothing, and you’d better have plenty of back-up power somewhere. But surely it’s always windy somewhere? Yes, but maybe you didn’t build any wind farms there. Or maybe your transmission lines don’t have sufficient capacity to get the power from where it is to where you need it.
When Krien discussed the quantity of electricity South Australia got from renewables, she omitted to mention these little problems: the worst-case scenarios and the diminishing returns on each wind farm you build. So how much of South Australia’s electricity did wind farms provide in 2016? If you didn’t know, you can probably guess: very close to the capacity factor. They supplied 34.7 per cent. This is exactly the point at which things get interesting. Meaning we are at the point where profits for wind farms will start to fall.
Adding a few renewables into a working grid is easy. That’s like employing a few narcoleptic casuals in a lunch bar where you have a team of reliable permanent staff. But trying to run your lunch bar with narcoleptic casuals gets harder and harder as you dump your reliable permanent staff in favour of them.
Unlike driving from Adelaide to Canberra, nobody has ever built a 100 per cent renewable electricity supply for a large industrial region. It’s not just a question of picking roads, but building them. Climate modellers test their models by running them backwards against the paleoclimate record, but what kind of testing can modellers who model a 100 per cent renewable energy electricity system do? And don’t forget we need to get rid of all fossil fuels, not just electricity.
A recent scientific paper examined twenty-four scientific studies purporting to demonstrate the feasibility of a 100 per cent renewable system. They all failed to meet basic feasibility criteria. Many, for example, assumed that the transmission grid was a perfect copper plate, meaning that the grid could always get energy from where it was produced to where it was required. European modelling focused on just this detail estimates that we need grids with seven times the capacity of current grids. That’s like fourteen interconnectors between South Australia and the rest of the National Electricity Market, instead of two. The models all assumed large amounts of dispatchable energy, typically biomass or hydroelectricity. But biomass isn’t clean or green; it’s burning crops or forests, or turning forests into crops. Some of us see forests as part of what we want to save, not as grist for big logging machines and furnaces. Also common in the models were failures to consider worst-case scenarios: a week of windless cold or hot cloudy weather.
Electricity consumption in India is about 800 kilowatt hours per person per year, after transmission losses. This is rather less than the 10,000 kilowatt hours per person per year that Australians use. Australian coal would support further reductions in poverty. Since 2000, the Indian infant mortality rate has dropped from sixty-eight to thirty-eight deaths per 1000 live births. It’s hard to quantify the role of electricity in this reduction, but it would be substantial.
Krien’s attempt to predict a low human cost to India of leaving our coal in the ground is seriously flawed. We need to acknowledge that satisfying India’s urgent needs for increased electricity while simultaneously decarbonising is a diabolically hard problem. Is there a way forward that satisfies both demands? We could, for example, halve our own coal use, thus freeing up an amount close to 60 million tonnes to export to India while leaving global coal emissions unchanged. That would leave the Carmichael coal in the ground and be morally defensible.
But I believe that before we can formulate a plan, we need to go back and look at how we got into our current mess and fix the fundamental problems. We have an example of a large industrial country that successfully decarbonised its electricity system, and did so in about fifteen years: France. It did so with nuclear power, as a response to high oil prices. Wind and solar power were contemporaneously rolled out in many countries and failed. So why the current love of renewables? And why is the nuclear industry in such trouble and having a tough time replicating the spectacular successes of those early decades? Only in China is it thriving. How much of the nuclear industry trouble is down to the mumbo-jumbo non-science of anti-nuclear fear-mongers? The anti-nuclear movement was our first major science denial movement, and we failed to confront it and deal with it. Mea culpa. Happily, we are tackling the anti-vaxxers head on, so maybe we are learning. But will we extend our defence of science far enough and fast enough?
Geoff Russell
THE LONG GOODBYE
Correspondence
It has been twenty-five years since Australia signed the United Nations Framework Convention on Climate Change and committed to the collective goal of preventing dangerous human interference with the world’s climate. More recently, the Coalition government committed Australia to the Paris Agreement 2015, which includes the collective goal of holding the increase in the global average temperature to well below 2°C above pre-industrial levels, while pursuing efforts to limit it to 1.5°C and reach net zero emissions as soon as possible after mid-century.
Yet over the past quarter of a century, no federal government has produced a credible and durable climate policy with timetables and targets commensurate with Australia’s status as one of the world’s top twenty aggregate CO2 emitters and one of the highest per-capita CO2 emitters. There is no long-term plan to get Australia to net zero emissions. Nor have we seen any serious political recognition by the current government of the national and international impacts of climate change – or of the costs of inaction.
For decades we have been warned of the urgent need to decarbonise the electricity sector, but coal-fired generation still provides the lion’s share (78 per cent) of power to the national electricity market. What’s more, we have seen back-pedalling on renewable energy by the federal government, including an opportunistic attack on renewables in the wake of the South Australian blackout. And both Coalition and Labor governments have continued to celebrate our status as the world’s largest coal exporter as if this has nothing to do with the collective goals of the Paris Agreement. Instead, we are told we are helping the poor, or we hear the drug dealer’s defence: if we don’t profit from extending dependence on coal elsewhere, others will.
Recent research warns that if warming is to be held below 2°C, then there must be no further investment in any emissions-producing electricity generation – including gas – from 2017. The Climate Institute argued in its 2016 policy brief “A Switch in Time” that governments should oversee a complete phase-out of coal-fired electricity generation by no later than 2035 if the Paris target is to be met. Yet successive federal and state governments have left decisions about the closure of coal-fired power plants to the operators, with no policy framework to address barriers to exit or hasten closure of Australia’s remaining twenty-three coal-fired stations (the majority of which are operating beyond their expected retirement date), or to address the implications of exit for energy security and a just transition for dependent communities. The Coalition has ruled out an emissions intensity trading scheme, including the clean energy target recommended by the Finkel Review. And in response to a Senate report in March 2017 recommending a planned retirement of existing coal-fired stations, the Coalition is now contemplating extending the life of some of Australia’s coal-fired stations under a new “fifty-year rule.” That is, coal plants would have to close after fifty years if they do not modernise, or they would be subject to a cap on emissions.
The most benign explanation for this failure is the problem of “carbon lock-in” arising from Australia’s long history of fossil-fuel-intensive investment. Investment in coal-fired electricity generation requires large amounts of capital, and depends upon on a long life span for the investment (ranging from twenty to sixty years), low operating costs, healthy returns and reliable institutional and political support. The more such investments permeate the economy, the more a carbon-based development path is locked in and the more we can expect to see complicated patterns of mutual dependencies among industries, regions and governments.
Yet this politically sanitised explanation looks only at system inertia and ignores the crucial issue of political agency in policy settings. Major investments in infrastructure require approvals at multiple levels of government and a hospitable and stable policy environment. This applies as much to investment in fossil-fuel production and use as it does to renewable energy
Anna Krien’s eloquent essay brings a fresh and critical eye to the deep-seated problem of policy inertia in climate and energy policy. She takes her readers away from the fishbowl of Canberra politics and provides a close-up personal view of what’s happening to the land, air and sea, and to local people – fishers, farmers, miners, workers, local councillors and Indigenous peoples – in and around the mines. She exposes the profound disconnection of the energy policies of the major parties from the climate reality.
Perhaps Krien’s essay should have been entitled The Long Hello, since Australian governments have not even begun to say goodbye to coal. Krien walks us through the latest and most sordid chapter in this Carnival of Coal: the enthusiastic support of the Queensland Labor and federal Coalition governments for the proposed Carmichael mega-coalmine If this open-cut mine produces coal over its projected sixty-year lifespan, it would blow one-tenth of the entire world’s remaining carbon budget for keeping the increase in average global temperature under 2°C.
The warm welcome given to Adani includes investment approval, state royalty deferrals, a potential $1 billion concessional loan under the federal government’s Northern Australia Infrastructure Fund, extensive access to precious groundwater, and proposed amendments to the Native Title Act to weaken the rules relating to the consent of traditional owners for mining projects. This is no abstract system inertia created by carbon lock-in. It is a politically desperate courtship of carbon-intensive investment.
Federal Labor does not support the concessional loan to Adani. But it has been reluctant to oppose the mine – in spite of serious doubts about financial viability and the refusal of the Australia’s four big banks to get involved. The “Stop Adani” campaign is set to rival in size and influence the nationwide campaign against the Franklin Dam in Tasmania. Yet Krien’s literary eye approaches the challenge of weaning Australia from coal in new and interesting ways. A true appreciation of coal gives us a deeper sense of time, looking back and looking forward. As Krien puts it: “Coal led us out of the darkness, and now these people want to take us back.”
Treasurer Scott Morrison is one of “these people.” When he brandished a lump of coal in federal parliament in February this year and gleefully taunted the opposition not to be afraid, he did not see in his hand a piece of geological history or make any reference to what happens when coal is burned in vast quantities and CO2 is released. Nor did he mention Australia’s commitments under the Paris Agreement or the plummeting costs of solar and wind energy. Instead, he accused “those opposite” of having “an ideological and pathological fear of coal,” and defended coal as the basis of “our sustainable and more certain energy future.”
For Krien, this symbolic display of the Coalition’s coalphilia is evidence of what she calls a “political Stockholm Syndrome built on donations royalties, taxes and threats.” It is less a calculated conspiracy of economic and political elites, as suggested by Guy Pearse in his 2009 Quarterly Essay, Quarry Vision, than a full-blown case of agency capture based on mutual dependencies. It has also produced a shared way of seeing the world, a kind of fossil-fuel groupthink, which has become so strong and tight within the Coalition that those caught in its orbit can no longer see beyond it. Just as US president Donald Trump used his bully pulpit to urge Americans to try out Ivanka’s fashion label, without recognising the conflict between his public office and his family’s private interests, Scott Morrison’s celebration of a lump of coal, supplied courtesy of the Minerals Council of Australia, obliterated any distinction between the security and prosperity of the coal industry and the security and prosperity of Australia.
And this is the nub: our carboniferous economy and the economic and political dependencies it has created have shrunk the political imagination of our leaders and crowded out other forms of political representation in the parliament, just as the mining boom served to crowd out the development of other types of industry and employment opportunities.
The Coalition is increasingly out of step with public sentiment. The 2017 Lowy Institute Poll found that a majority of Australians (54 per cent) agreed that “global warming is a serious and pressing problem [and] we should begin taking steps now even if this involves significant costs.” And 81 per cent agreed with the statement “the government should focus on renewables even if this means we may need to invest in more infrastructure to make the system more reliable.”
Krien’s essay joins the dots between coal, coral and climate change in ways that are both politically revealing and enlivening. She also tracks the dogged efforts by a local community group in Port Augusta to realise their long-held dream of a solar thermal plant after the closure of its 62-year-old coal plant last year. While the Coalition has worked hard to dampen these efforts, they are part of an unstoppable transformation in the world’s energy system that is our single best hope for preventing catastrophic climate change.
Robyn Eckersley
THE LONG GOODBYE
Correspondence
Anna Krien has written a marvellous, nuanced account of the cross-cutting debates around proposals to mine coal in the Galilee Basin. The conclusion would seem to be that in Australian politics the fate of the planet will never outweigh more immediate concerns about jobs and electricity prices, especially when these concerns are intertwined with the symbolic concerns of right-wing culture warriors.
The good news is that despite Adani’s legal and political victories, neither the Carmichael mine nor the GVK Hancock project is ever likely to proceed. In economic terms, the project is simply not viable. As Krien notes, the Queensland Treasury advised the incoming Palaszczuk government in 2015 that the project was “unbankable,” and the situation has only got worse since. Even back then, many banks had taken the unusual step of saying they would not finance the project, and the list has grown longer in the last two years, with the Commonwealth Bank the latest addition.
These public announcements reflect the reputational risk of being associated with such a project. But tobacco companies, casinos and arms merchants find banks willing to finance their socially harmful activities. If there were substantial money to be made, one of the big banks would brave the opprobrium and take the profits. The simple fact is that the Galilee Basin is too remote and its coal too low in quality to be profitable at the prices prevailing now, or likely in the future.
Developments in India make the case for Adani even worse. Adani has always claimed that its integrated structure means there is no need to worry about world coal prices. But a series of developments over the last couple of years have rendered this assertion untenable.
Krien mentions the desire of energy minister Piyush Goyal to push India in the direction of renewables. Of more immediate concern for the Carmichael proposal is the push for energy independence, reflected in Goyal’s stated objective of eliminating coal imports by 2020. The government-owned utility NTPC looks likely to reach this goal ahead of time, in 2018.
Even more important has been the dramatic decline in the cost of renewable-energy technologies, particularly solar photovoltaics, which has been particularly marked in India. Tenders to supply electricity to meet growing demand are now routinely won by solar PV firms, at prices that new coal-fired power stations cannot possibly match. As a result, grandiose plans, redolent of Soviet central planning, for the development of dozens of coal-fired four-gigawatt “Ultra Mega Power Plants” have been abandoned. Only a couple were actually constructed, one of which, at Mundra, is owned by Adani Power.
Finally, the idea that Adani could source coal from its own mines and pass the cost on to Indian consumers has been rejected by the Indian courts.
All these developments have been reflected in a series of corporate structures, which have broken up the once-monolithic Adani group into a tangled network of subsidiaries and affiliates. The Carmichael mine is now to be developed by Adani Mining, owned by an Adani company in Singapore, which in turn is owned by another in Mauritius. The proposed railway line is owned by another company, controlled through the Cayman Islands, while the Abbot Point port is controlled by Adani Ports and is a Special Economic Zone.
Even more significantly, on the very day that Gautam Adani announced the go-ahead for the Carmichael project, Adani Power, the putative buyer for the coal, announced it was spinning off the Mundra UMPP into a subsidiary, with the idea of selling down to a minority interest. Without Mundra, Adani Power’s remaining plants could not provide a sufficient market for the coal supposedly coming from the Galilee Basin.
If the project is a mirage, as most serious analysts agree, why does it appear to be going ahead? There are various hypotheses, but the one that seems most plausible to me is as follows.
Adani has spent approximately $1.8 billion on the Carmichael mine site and early works, as well as a similar sum on the Abbot Point terminal (which remains a valuable asset). The money spent on the mine is gone, but as long as the asset remains on Adani’s books at cost, the precarious financial position of the Adani Group looks better. So the sensible thing is to keep the project ticking along, while finding excuses not to spend much Adani money on it. That means setting up a modestly staffed head office, doing some “pre-construction” land clearing and so on.
But at some point real money will have to be spent. The obvious plan would be to start on the rail line, using the $900 million proposed to be borrowed from the Northern Australia Infrastructure Fund. If, at the end of a year or so, the price of coal suddenly rose, the whole project could be revived. If not, the Cayman Islands rail company could be liquidated, and the Australian public would be the proud owners of a half-built railway to nowhere. The rest of the Adani Group would be financially unscathed by the failure, and would have bought time to manage the write-off of the Carmichael mine, as well as accelerating the group’s shift towards renewables.
If the prospects for the Carmichael mine are limited, those for the other big project, GVK Hancock, are virtually non-existent. Three years ago, GVK missed a $500-million payment owed to Hancock for its acquisition of majority control of the project. The GVK group has been losing money ever since and now appears to be facing bankruptcy.
Anna Krien asks: “Does it matter what Australia does?” In this case, the answer is, fortunately, not as much as it might. Despite the best efforts of governments at all levels to expand our exports of fossil fuels, the world has moved on. Coal-fired electricity generation is on the way out all around the world, and nothing our government can do will change that. The most we can do is throw a lot of public money into projects that will almost certainly end up as stranded assets.
But if Adani is a mirage, what can be done for cities like Townsville, faced with high unemployment and the collapse of what seemed like a permanent boom? For many years, the official answer was “nothing”: the impersonal forces of the market must be allowed to have their way. That was the position of the current government when it gleefully pulled the plug on the car industry a few years ago.
But such neoliberal purity is now obsolete. If Adani does not get its $900 million loan, the money will still be there in the Northern Australia Infrastructure Fund, allocated to support investment projects that are not commercially viable otherwise. There are plenty of alternative uses of such a huge sum, which would create more – and more long-term – jobs than the relative handful likely with the Adani project. We could, for example, return to building public housing, for which there is a crying need in North Queensland. Or we could accept that the climatic disasters of the last decade are the new normal and set up a permanent workforce dedicated to preparing infrastructure for coming disasters and rebuilding afterwards.
Adani’s promise of 10,000 jobs is a cruel hoax, promoted by politicians and commentators who are well aware of that fact. We can and should do better.
John Quiggin
THE LONG GOODBYE
Correspondence
I first heard of the Adani coalmine, and the Galilee Basin in which it sits, back in 2011, when a supporter of the Australia Institute, Paola Cassoni, emailed to tell me about plans to build a 400-kilometre railway line through the beautiful Bimblebox Nature Reserve. “Why the fuck would anyone want to build a railway line out there?” I asked a friend. I’ll tell you his answer a little later.
Anna Krien’s essay is a powerful and timely reality check. Although the last five Australian prime ministers have stated that they accept the science of climate change and the need to burn less fossil fuels (albeit with significantly differing degrees of consistency), Australia’s production of coal has grown by a third since Kevin Rudd declared that climate change was our greatest moral and economic challenge. And as The Long Goodbye highlights, the current Australian and Queensland governments hope to double our coal exports in the coming decades in part by giving subsidies to the enormous Adani mine – and up to nine other coalmines – in the Galilee Basin.
In the words of the former Minister for Resources Senator Matt Canavan, “This project will open up the Galilee Basin. It will be the first mine in that area. There are enormous amounts of good quality thermal coal in the region.”
Krien’s juxtaposition of the underwater world of the Great Barrier Reef and the coal buried deep underground that the Turnbull and Palaszczuk governments are keen to unearth helps to highlight how much effort it takes to cause the climate change that will destroy the largest living organism on the earth. Climate change isn’t an accident. It takes determination, resolve and an enormous amount of government subsidies. Former minister and newly discovered Italian citizen Canavan assures us he is up to the enormous task of heating the world’s oceans. He even mocked those motivated to act in response to the science of climate change recently, tweeting “Instead of trying to save the planet in 2050 the QLD labor should just concentrate on saving jobs today!”
The Adani mine is big. If you went to the top of the tallest building in Australia and looked to the horizon, you would not be able to see as far as the mine’s 40-kilometre-long pits will stretch. And those pits will be 10 kilometres wide.
Krien’s reportage and analysis does justice to the proposed mine’s size and significance, but in this comment I want to broaden the analysis even further to discuss the question: why are state and federal politicians so keen to build it?
Some say it is because India needs coal, but with world coal production falling for the last three years in a row there are plenty of existing coalmines going for much cheaper than the cost of opening up a brand-new coal basin. Adani could simply buy an existing mine if they wanted cheap access to some coal.
Some say it’s to create jobs, but, as Krien describes, under oath Adani’s own expert told the Queensland Land Court that a much larger mine than the one currently under consideration and the associated railway line would create 1464 jobs. Yes, it’s true that figure ignores the potential port expansion jobs, but a similarly sized port expansion in Newcastle created only about sixty jobs.
And some say it is to fund schools and hospitals with all the taxes that it will generate, but the Adani company is listed in the Cayman Islands, it has extracted a “royalty holiday” from the Queensland Labor government, and it is getting $1 billion upfront from the federal Coalition government. In the words of the Queensland Treasury, “spending on mining-related infrastructure means less infrastructure spending in other areas, including social infrastructure such as hospitals and schools.”
So if it’s not money or jobs or the desire of a federal government to help the poor of India with our subsidised coal (the same government that has cut aid funding), what is going on?
My answer to this question might seem strange coming from an economist. I think it’s about culture. In Australia we love to “develop our wilderness.” We love to think that big foreign companies will come and “create jobs” for us. And we fear that if we don’t offer free coal, free rail and tax breaks, we might “miss out.” We might not be “competitive.” We are insecure. When I say we, I mean our elected representatives. But if our democratically elected representatives are insecure, doesn’t that mean we are?
Maybe. But maybe our rapid population growth and the rapid cultural change that has accompanied it means that our political representatives are lagging well behind the population, not just on demographic diversity, but on self-confidence. While much is said about the impact of job insecurity on the young and the vulnerable in Australia, the fact is that many politicians, particularly in Matt Canavan’s National Party, are increasingly fearful that they will be “left behind” by a populace who are embracing new political parties and independents as fast as they are scoffing halal snack-packs. While a parliamentary pension is far more generous than the dole, being thrown out of office by a rapidly evolving electorate weighs heavily on the minds of many MPs. Just as many factory workers want to slow down the rate at which technology is changing, many politicians want to slow down the rate at which our community and “their” electorates are changing. Propping up old industries, and the old political networks that come with them, is one way of buying themselves some security, albeit with our money.
The subsidies for the Adani mine have become a big issue, but this is by no means the first time taxpayers have been asked to underwrite a major resource development for a multinational company. Indeed, after decades of denial from the mining industry, Senator Canavan recently belled the cat when he defended his determination to subsidise the Adani mine by declaring that every major coal project in Australia had been subsidised by government. He is, of course, right about that. But admitting that our “cheap coal” has for decades been based on expensive government subsidies isn’t really an argument for why, at a time when world coal demand is falling, it makes sense to subsidise a few more mines.
Of course, it isn’t just coal that benefits from taxpayer largesse. Last year the Tasmanian state government lost $30 million of taxpayers’ money selling logs it never bought. That is, although native forests plant themselves, receive free rain water and grow on land owned by state governments, Forestry Tasmania, like native forestry corporations across the country, manages to lose money in the process of chopping down its native forests and selling the logs to paper mills. That’s quite a feat! Despite all the talk of “jobs,” less than 1 per cent of Tasmanians work in native-forest logging, but, like the Adani mine, logging provides a simple way for regional politicians to define themselves as “standing up for our way of life” by fighting “inner-city greens.”
And the Adani mine is by no means the first major resource project to make ridiculous claims about jobs and community benefits that some of our elected representatives take at face value. Back when I first heard about the plan to extract coal from the Galilee Basin, the Adani mine barely rated a mention. The first cab off the rank in the Galilee was expected to be Clive Palmer’s China First mine, a project that he claimed would create 70,000 jobs. Yep, you read that right. The first jobs claims made by the coal industry in the Galilee would make even Matt Canavan blush.
As Krien highlights, exaggerated job claims are central to the political strategy of the resource industry. But while mining companies exaggerating the benefits of their product should be no more surprising than purveyors of sugary breakfast cereal exaggerating the health benefits of their product, what should be surprising and concerning is the willingness of our elected leaders and appointed bureaucrats to accept such absurd claims at face value. They have lapped them up for decades.
Back in 2012 I was asked by the Bulga Milbrodale Progress Association to help stop Rio Tinto destroying the town of Bulga by expanding the Warkworth coalmine well beyond its original boundaries. While Rio didn’t deny that it wanted to destroy the town, it did claim that in doing so it would create 44,000 jobs in the Hunter Valley. I grew up in the Hunter, and I lived through BHP’s closure and the loss of 20,000 jobs. And you didn’t need an economics degree to see how unlikely it was that the expansion of an existing mine would create the equivalent of a 100 per cent increase in Australian coalmining jobs. But the NSW planning department accepted the 44,000 jobs claim without question and used that number in supporting the expansion and opposing the voters of Bulga.
In the NSW Land and Environment Court, I presented my economic and commonsense criticisms of the 44,000 figure. And under oath I said that while I didn’t know exactly how many jobs the Warkworth mine would create, I thought it would be close to zero. Yes, zero. It was an extension of an existing mine at the peak of a mining boom and I argued that as the unemployment rate in nearby Singleton was 1 per cent, the mine would simply cannibalise skilled mining jobs from other projects.
The judge agreed with me and damningly described the kind of economic modelling used to generate the 44,000 jobs claim – known as “input–output modelling” – as “deficient.” It was a big case and a big call, but the judge was merely endorsing a view previously expressed by the Australian Bureau of Statistics, the Productivity Commission and even the NSW Treasury: that input–output models provide an exaggerated sense of the jobs created by major resource projects.
So why did the NSW planning department accept the 44,000 jobs claim uncritically? Why didn’t the government of Campbell Newman howl down Palmer’s absurd claim about creating 70,000 jobs in North Queensland? And why are Matt Canavan, Malcolm Turnbull and Annastacia Palaszczuk so keen to advance claims of “ten thousand jobs” or even “tens of thousands of jobs” that come straight from such a discredited form of economic modelling?
My answer is, again, culture. After the people of Warkworth won their court case, Rio Tinto appealed. And lost. And after that, Rio Tinto’s global head of coal, who is based in London, where there is no coalmining, flew to Sydney to visit the then NSW premier, Barry O’Farrell, who promptly changed the law – and now the Warkworth mine expansion is going ahead.
So if it’s not about jobs, what’s this all about?
Some politicians simply want to depict themselves as “builders” who “get things done” and “understand the needs of business” and “what it takes to make Australia competitive.” They know that most Australians, and indeed most North Queenslanders, will never visit Warkworth or the Galilee Basin. But they also know that many Australians want the economy to grow. As most people, understandably, prefer the idea of creating jobs to destroying them, it makes sense to depict your political rivals as “job destroyers.” The mines and the logging and the freeway-building and all of the “big projects” are, for the politicians at least, mainly just symbolic battles to help a bored electorate see “what they stand for” and that they “get things done.”
No one was meant to check whether any of the promises made by Rio Tinto or Adani were deliverable. That’s why mining companies and their friends in parliament are so keen to crack down on the use of courts to examine the claimed benefits. Lying to journalists is a lucrative business for the mining companies and their PR firms, but lying to judges is a crime.
At the end of the biggest mining boom in Australia’s history, Indigenous disadvantage in Western Australia remains at appallingly high levels. So what do the Queensland and Northern Territory governments argue that Indigenous people need? New mines to deliver new hope and new jobs. Perhaps they think the WA mining boom wasn’t big enough? Perhaps they think the WA government, a government that collects a mere $4 per tonne for the iron ore that BHP and Rio Tinto sell for $63 per tonne, wasn’t generous enough towards the mining companies?
Like the mining industry as a whole, the Adani mine is not about tax revenue, job creation or energy for poor people. The mining industry is about delivering huge profits to its shareholders and political power to those who support those profits. For decades, politicians have used their willingness to hand over taxpayers’ money as a way to simultaneously bend the knee to the mining companies and stand up to the “greenies” who oppose “development.” As a political strategy it has worked a treat, but as an economic development strategy it is a proven failure.
Yet as the cities expanded and the miners shifted from underground to open-cut, the politics have begun to shift. It’s not just Indigenous Australians, people who have lived on their country for tens of thousands of years, who now suffer from the noise and dust of coalmines; horse studs and wineries have been there for decades. Decades, I tell you! And while mining dust never worried the inner-city voters too much, climate change clearly does.
A growing number of voters, and a growing number of other industries, are now paying close attention to the ridiculous economic claims made by mining companies like Adani and politicians like Matt Canavan. New coalitions like Lock the Gate unite farmers, tourism operators and environmentalists in public campaigns that confound the efforts of conservative politicians to depict all those who oppose them as hippies and freaks. And think-tanks like the Australia Institute have been able to provide those groups with high-quality research that both holds up in court and cuts through in public debate.
Ironically, while conservative commentators rage against the “identity politics” of campaigns to grant equal marriage, they cheer noisily for their favourite minerals, with banal statements like “coal is good for humanity.” But the public can smell the desperation. And the much-derided social media allows them to easily organise and inform themselves about the economic and environmental damage associated with poorly conceived projects like Adani’s.
As the world embraces new ideas and new technologies, it becomes a scarier place for politicians who gained office promising to deliver for those committed to old ideas and old technologies. The reality is that our rapidly growing cities are steadily reducing the electoral significance of regional electorates. And this effect is exacerbated by the flight of tree-changers moving out of the crowded cities and into once-safe National Party seats. The inner-city environmentalists that the Nats have long derided are fast becoming their constituents. It’s scaring the incumbent politicians and mining industry alike.
It is not unusual for people who fear losing power to respond by trying to hold on even tighter to things that they feel in control of. And it is not unusual for those in decision-making positions during periods of rapid change to downplay the rate of that change and overestimate the extent to which they can help keep things the way they were. So we shouldn’t be surprised that those who have represented regional electorates might try to double down, not just on their rhetoric of “development,” but also on the size of the white elephants they are planning.
What we should be surprised by, however, is the willingness of the far more numerous representatives of suburban and inner-city electorates to go along with expensive taxpayer-funded subsidies for regional projects of dubious economic benefit. Polling done by the Australia Institute shows that the clear majority of voters in the blue-ribbon seats of Malcolm Turnbull’s cabinet – not just the prime minister’s seat of Wentworth, but also those of Scott Morrison, Julie Bishop, Peter Dutton, Greg Hunt, Josh Frydenberg and Christopher Pyne – oppose a taxpayer-subsidised loan to help build Adani’s coalmine.
But on closer inspection there is a simple reason why the handful of National Party MPs and senators in Mr Turnbull’s Coalition government can extract so much money to support such an unpopular project: Mr Turnbull formed a government with a majority of just one seat in the lower house. Just as Senator Brian Harradine once extracted hundreds of millions of dollars for his home state of Tasmania from John Howard, the Nationals are determined to exact a high price for their support of the government of Malcolm Turnbull.
As Krien’s essay makes clear, the economic argument for the Adani mine is extremely weak, but it seems many in the environmental movement have fallen into the trap of attacking the enormous coalmine on the wrong front. Canavan, a trained economist and former employee of the Productivity Commission, knows that the economic case for the project is weak, as does the prime minister and Adani. The political boosters of the project are simply looking for a symbol to unite their traditional base and enrage their traditional foes. They want to force voters to choose between those who want to build and those who want to block. As Barnaby Joyce once said, “Are the Queensland government fluffers or doers?” Do they want the “yellow things pushing dirt around” or not? Few graduates of St Ignatius College who went on to become accountants do authentic bush talk better than Barnaby.
So what was it my friend said when I asked him why the fuck anyone would want to build a 400-kilometre railway line to connect a new coal basin to a new coal port on the Great Barrier Reef? “It’s Queensland, mate – we love cutting things down and digging them up.”
Australia enters the twenty-first century doubling down on a nineteenth-century economic development strategy. At a time when the world is reducing its consumption of coal, we plan to double our production. At a time when countries such as the United Kingdom, France and Germany are resolving to ban internal-combustion engines in coming decades, we are planning to drill for oil in the Great Australian Bight. And at a time when tourism is the biggest employer in Tasmania, the state government wants to renege on previous agreements to limit old-growth logging.
As the Saudis have shown, selling natural resources can be highly profitable. But as the WA mining boom shows, in Australia it is never the community that reaps the biggest rewards. For decades our politicians have been more interested in subsidising our resource industry than taxing it. Adani is not the first mining company to promise the world. The question is whether it will be the last to be believed. It’s not too late to stop Adani.
Richard Denniss
THE LONG GOODBYE
Correspondence
I sometimes feel very humbled that so many southern Australians care so much for a quaint little coalmine in the wilds of central Queensland, near where I, and my wife and five children live.
Adani has at least put us on the map. I don’t think many Mexicans would have heard of towns like Clermont, Alpha or even Bowen, the location of Baz Luhrmann’s Australia movie, before Adani. And that is not even to mention the Doongmabulla Springs, or the Wangan and Jagalingou peoples. They have now, thanks to Adani’s proposed Carmichael mine.
After my central Queensland chest pumps with pride, I do then get confused: why do people thousands kilometres away care? It can’t be the size of the mine: at 25 million tonnes per year, it would account for just 0.4 per cent of world production. It can’t be the Great Barrier Reef. The mine is 400 kilometres from the reef and will have no material impact on the number of ships travelling there. It can’t be the Caley Valley wetlands. These are an artificial formation created to attract ducks for shooting. Surely the list of environmental issues that needs fixing is not down to protecting manufactured duck ponds (and the rights of shooters that rely on them). It can’t be Aborigines. They voted 293 to one recently in favour of the mine.
So it is with a great sense of gratitude that I thank Anna Krien for her evocative travelogue, The Long Goodbye, which reads like a modern reworking of Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness.
Like Conrad’s protagonist, Marlow, Anna Krien journeys into the tropics and discovers a world alien and hostile, at least to her Melbourne sensibilities. I commend her for venturing north of the Tropic of Capricorn and her piece is well written, yet it ultimately reveals more about the author than her subject.
She reveals that this southern rebellion against northern wishes is not based on the facts above but a much more understandable, earthy and human trait: prejudice. When a local expresses his support for the opening of a new coalmine, Ms Krien “struggle[s] to compose the thing inside me that wants to leap over the desk and throttle him.” When that is your philosophical starting point, well, the endpoint is all too predictable.
Yet this prejudice appears to extend beyond just a little black rock to other things of colour. The Galilee has been explored by, shock horror, “Indians and Chinese.” Fruit-picking in Bowen is done by “Pacific Islanders.” And, according to Ms Krien, a recent Adani television ad is voiced by a lady with a “warm European” voice. Why is any of this relevant?
Ms Krien really doesn’t like small country towns either. Townsville is described as a crime-ridden, tumbleweed-infested, unruly suburban “spaghetti western” town – again with the ethnic jibes. Bowen is a “457-visa” town – I have no idea what misguided fact that is even based on. And to top off the unfolding nightmare that is regional Queensland for Ms Krien, a local hotel has only air-conditioning for keeping cool, not her preferred method of fly-screens and a fan!
Yet Ms Krien’s greatest sin of prejudice is not the depiction of small towns or the unhealthy obsession with race. All of that is nothing compared with the patronising way Ms Krien treats our first Australians. Ms Krien admits that, at a recent meeting of the Wangan and Jagalingou peoples, the vote came back 293 to one in favour of the Carmichael mine. Yet she then implies that this vote was because “Adani had organised three days of accommodation, food and travel for 150 people.”
The meeting had taken place in Maryborough, a lovely small country town north of the Sunshine Coast. As beautiful as Maryborough is (it has some great coffee), it is not Honolulu. Yet Ms Krien gives credence to the view that 150 Aboriginals sold out their heritage for three nights’ accommodation at the Best Western Maryborough – perhaps the movie channel was on Adani!
Could you get more insulting if you tried? This attitude lends extra credibility to Marcia Langton’s view that the stance of activists like Ms Krien is the second coming of terra nullius. Apparently the wishes of traditional landowners can never be accepted at face value. Better that more intelligent and educated peoples make decisions for them. So much for native title!
I would add that this form of global environmentalism has more to do with Rudyard Kipling’s “white man’s burden” than St Francis of Assisi’s love of nature. Warren Mundine is right. The Carmichael mine involves an Indian infrastructure company proposing to build a mine on Aboriginal land. The white people involved are the environmental activists opposed to it.
If the Aboriginal population of north Australia ever do achieve real self-determination, I predict that Ms Krien’s piece, like Joseph Conrad’s novels, will be required reading in a left-wing English discourse subject at the University of Weipa.
So what of the Indians that Ms Krien identifies? There remain around 300 million Indians without access to reliable electricity. Life remains dark, short and often nasty for these poor people, at least in comparison with the modern luxuries we all enjoy.
Understandably one of the greatest desires of the Indian people is for electricity. India’s current prime minister, Narendra Modi, has made electrifying towns a centrepiece of his government’s policy.
Prime Minister Modi does have an ambitious goal to boost renewable energy in India, by 175 gigawatts. That would make India the largest producer of renewable energy in the world, but the Indian government has not yet been hypnotised by the fairy tales of the global environmental movement. Greenpeace is banned there. India knows that it needs other forms of power too.
So India plans to build 50 gigawatts of modern high efficiency, low emission (HELE) coal-fired power stations over the next five years. This amounts to the energy equivalent of thirty Hazelwood coal-fired power stations. Adani is the largest private provider of power in India, but its plans extend to building just seven of thirty power stations, in energy-equivalent terms.
The greatest thing that has happened in the world since the Berlin Wall fell is that hundreds of millions of people have emerged from crushing poverty in our region. India is following the path taken by China and other Asian countries. India now has the fastest-growing major economy in the world.
We sometimes fall into the lazy complacency of believing we have a strong relationship with India. We have the three Cs of cricket, Commonwealth and curry. Yet compared with our relationships with Japan, China and Korea, our links to India are immature. The gap we need to close is about a fourth “C”: commerce. And, just like our first steps in trade with those three other Asian nations, coal is opening the doors to a world of greater economic opportunities.
Coking coal (used in steel production) is already our biggest export to India by far. But it is hoped that we will now build on this to expand our second biggest export to India: education services. By contrast, we are a small supplier of thermal coal to the Indian market. Indian coal imports are dominated by Indonesian and South African coal.
The coal-fired power stations that India is constructing will boost India’s demand for thermal coal by 300 million tonnes per year over the next decade. Australia produces just 250 million tonnes of thermal coal every year and it is our second biggest export. We have some of the world’s best coal.
The latest coal-fired power stations use advanced metals and welding techniques to generate power at higher temperatures and pressures, and thus increase their efficiency. Older technologies generate electricity from around 35 per cent of the energy embodied in coal. The latest HELE plants can achieve efficiencies of 45 per cent or higher. Higher efficiency means more electricity from less coal with lower emissions.
This is good news for the world and good news for Australia too, because these latest coal-fired power stations work best using high-quality coals. As Morgan Stanley recently concluded in its analysis of coal markets: “Indonesia and Australia are the two largest exporters of thermal coal, but Australian export coal typically is higher energy and lower moisture, although it often contains more ash. Overall, it is better suited for use in HELE power stations.”
That will mean thousands more jobs for people in Australia. I am often asked to pinpoint the precise number of jobs that Adani will create. These are not my estimates, they are those of the Queensland government’s Coordinator-General. The Adani Carmichael coalmine will generate 2,475 jobs in construction, and 3,920 jobs in operation.
But that is not all. The Carmichael mine is just one of six mines in the Galilee Basin at various stages of approval. Altogether, according to the Coordinator-General, these mines will generate 16,000 direct ongoing jobs. When unemployment is 11 per cent in Townsville – and, according to Ms Krien, the place is “crime-ridden” – wouldn’t we want an opportunity like this for our fellow Australians, including our Indigenous Australians? So much for the left being on the side of the worker!
One focus of criticism is the possibility of Adani receiving a loan (not a grant) from the Northern Australia Infrastructure Facility to help build an open-access rail line from the Galilee Basin to the port of Abbot Point. Opening up a new coal basin requires substantial investment in rail and ports to bring the resource to market. Every coal basin in Australia has been opened up through federal and state government investment in rail and ports.
In the case of the Hunter Valley in New South Wales, the Australian government still owns the rail network. As recently as 2008, the Rudd government decided to invest more than $1 billion upgrading the rail lines of the Hunter Valley. Kevin Rudd at the time trumpeted the announcement, saying that: “This $1 billion project will more than double the amount of coal being transported to export markets from 97 to 200 million tonnes a year.”
Fifty years ago, Australian governments had to make a choice about whether they would support the development of the Bowen Basin and the expansion of coal exports in the Hunter Valley. At the time, the CSIRO advised the government that Australia did not have sufficient coal reserves to justify exports.
Fortunately, the government, led by visionary ministers like William Spooner, ignored that advice and did invest in the rail lines and ports that created a new coal-export industry, which, in turn, created enormous wealth for Australia and helped develop central Queensland.
If governments do not show similar vision and bravery today, we stand to lose this latest opportunity for Australia to create jobs and wealth and to further develop frontier areas of our nation.
I remain proud that Queensland’s coal industry can have such a disproportionate impact on global thinking. We have great coal and a great industry full of great people. I knew we had made it when a few years ago one of the world’s largest multinational food companies, Unilever, through one of its brands (Ben & Jerry’s), launched a “Scoop ice-cream instead of the reef” campaign.
The campaign was too good to be true, a biting satire of the misguided priorities of the modern world worthy of a contemporary Evelyn Waugh. Here we had an ice-cream company lecturing on morals and ethics. An ice-cream company!
I love ice-cream, but until I discovered this campaign I had never really thought of its moral implications. On reflection, though, I concluded that the moral purpose of ice-cream was to make rich people fat.
Let us make the comparison then to coal. Coal makes poor people warm. Coal remains the cheapest way of producing electricity on a large scale. There remain more than one billion people around the world without access to electricity. The cheapest way of producing electricity for them will also be the quickest.
Bring on the morality challenge, because I will be backing Australian thermal coal over chocolate-chip, cookie-dough ice-cream any day of the week!
Matt Canavan
THE LONG GOODBYE
Correspondence
For me, The Long Goodbye is a sharp knife in an old wound. Old because scientists have been trying to alert the world to the horrors of climate change for coral reefs for more than twenty years. Despite what some laypeople think, scientists strive to be right – after all, that’s what science is all about – but when it comes to being right about the effects of climate change on reefs, none of us is celebrating. We’ve issued our forecasts and warned of times to come. Now those times are upon us and we all wish we had been wrong.
Some of the Great Barrier Reef is still in good shape, rivalling any coral reef in the world in most respects. Even so, no part of it is like it once was. Coal is not the only villain in this unendingly sad decline, but it now tops the list. Approval for Adani to mine the Galilee Basin makes no sense: deliberately wooing Adani, as the prime minister and Queensland’s premier have done, is short-sighted beyond belief.
Anna Krien spells out the story with a relentless accuracy born of detailed research. I would love to declare her article a work of polished fiction: polished it is; fiction it certainly isn’t. It leaves me wishing, once again, that Australia would wake up. In giving Adani the green light, we have dealt the reef the most damaging blow possible without bothering to count the cost. “Jobs and growth” is the Commonwealth government’s mantra, and that, it seems, is all that matters. Both the Commonwealth and Queensland governments have ignored our greatest natural asset, not to mention the income and jobs it generates, both vastly more than any coalmine ever could. Perhaps they have gambled on a notion that Australians won’t realise this and won’t punish them at the ballot box when the cards are on the table and we can all see the fiasco for what it is.
Greg Hunt, the Minister for the Environment and Energy, gave approval for the mine in October 2015. Following that, we had two years of back-to-back mass bleaching, the worst the reef has ever seen. Will Minister Josh Frydenberg, Greg Hunt’s successor, reverse Hunt’s approval? He has both the reason and the power to do so. In June 2017 environmental lawyers wrote to him on my behalf, spelling out the findings of studies to that date. Stripped of further detail and references, the conclusions are as follows:
- In 2016 coral scientists recorded the worst incidence of mass coral bleaching in the history of the Great Barrier Reef, mostly concentrated in the reef’s pristine northern third. This was followed, in March 2017, by a second mass bleaching in the middle third. The combined impact of these consecutive mass bleachings stretches for 1500 kilometres, removing the chance for corals within this stretch to recover from the previous year’s damage.
- A cause-and-effect analysis of the 2016 coral bleaching showed that higher sea temperatures dramatically raised the likelihood of a very hot March in the Coral Sea and, further, that bleaching events are virtually certain to increase in frequency and severity in the future.
- Due to ocean warming, 35 per cent of the corals in the northern and central Great Barrier Reef died in 2016, with 50 per cent mortality in the far northern section, making 29 to 30 per cent mortality across the entire reef.
- A May 2016 report underscores the gravity of the situation, highlighting the importance of a 700-kilometre swathe of the northern Great Barrier Reef, where on average 67 per cent of shallow-water corals died.
- Evidence of the severity and extent of the 2017 bleaching comes from many prominent reef researchers and is summarised in a peer-reviewed publication. This evidence prompted a summit meeting of the Great Barrier Reef Marine Park Authority in May 2017.
- A further study published after Minister Hunt’s decision on Adani demonstrated that although the pre-stress conditions of gradually warming water were tolerated by corals that survived the first mass bleachings, corals progressively lose that tolerance with the higher temperature peaks now occurring, thereby reducing their resilience to future bleaching episodes.
- The proposed Carmichael coalmine will be one of the largest coalmines in the world, and it is estimated that the burning of coal from the mine will generate 4.7 billion tonnes of greenhouse-gas emissions over its proposed sixty-year operation. This will be among the highest emissions from a single source anywhere in the world, a significant contribution to global emissions and therefore to human-caused climate change.
When Minister Hunt gave his approval for Adani to develop and operate the Carmichael Coal Mine and Rail Infrastructure project, information about the extent and severity of the 2016 and 2017 mass bleaching events and the probability of the increase in frequency and severity of bleaching was not before him. In effect, we have moved from scientific prediction, which is open to challenge, to the current reality, which is there for all to see. Minister Hunt’s approval did not identify the impact that the Adani mine will have on the Great Barrier Reef, nor the increased likelihood of future bleaching events.
To maintain balance, the letter acknowledged the difficult position Minister Frydenberg is in:
We acknowledge that whether you exercise the power available to you under section 145 is at your discretion, there is no compulsion to exercise that power in light of the evidence outlined above. We acknowledge, too, that to revoke an approval would be a very serious step and a power that should only be exercised in exceptional circumstances. It is submitted, however, that the very significant bleaching events that have occurred for the past two consecutive years do in fact constitute exceptional circumstances. Maintaining the approval for the Adani mine under the Environment Protection and Biodiversity Conservation Act 1999 is inconsistent with the need to protect the Great Barrier Reef from climate change. You have it within your power to revoke the approval, and we ask that you do so.
Frydenberg’s response to this letter was swift and simple. The mine was too far from the reef to make any difference and it was on land of little economic value.
That’s not very different from Greg Hunt’s answer during an interview on the same subject and his responses during phone and email discussions with me and with journalists.
“We take it seriously,” Hunt said. “That’s why we have stepped up action to assist with the crown-of-thorns eradication [which would help recovery but not affect bleaching], with water-quality improvement [the northern Great Barrier Reef has no water-quality issues], and with monitoring [which is precisely what scientists have been doing]. I think the best place to look is what the World Heritage Committee said. Only a few months ago, the World Heritage Committee examined the reef – it removed it from being on the watchlist, it rejected the proposal to have it [listed as] in danger, it raised the reef to the highest level, and the World Heritage Committee declared that under this government, Australia was the role model for the world in managing World Heritage natural properties. So the global umpire – the World Heritage Committee – declared Australia to be the global role model for managing World Heritage natural properties.”
On he went, pointing out that he had stopped capital dredging in reef waters (which his government had actually approved), and supported work on crown-of-thorns starfish outbreaks (which has been ongoing since the 1960s) and water quality (which has actually had decreased funding). “I have spoken with World Heritage Committee authorities in recent months and in recent weeks. We have as a government been in contact with them, and their view is that we continue to be a preeminent manager.”
Really? I am writing these words in the press room of the forty-first session of the World Heritage Committee in Kraków, Poland, where I can faithfully report that Mr Hunt’s words come from a great deal of lobbying and do not have any semblance of fact.
Where does this leave us? Bereft of credibility, as far as the World Heritage Committee is concerned. The focus of the World Heritage Committee is now firmly on the effects of climate change on reefs, and it is certain to stay there.
On the domestic front I can only wonder about the climate-change denial implicit in Frydenberg’s and Hunt’s statements. Is it possible that neither of them believes in climate change? I hardly think so. Rather, it seems to be Coalition policy not to let the Great Barrier Reef and its climate change problems get in the way of coalmines, a policy they must believe is going to be popular enough with Australians to make it a vote-winner. If that is an overly cynical view, I can find no other. The Queensland government is on safer grounds: voters wanting to protect the reef have nowhere to go, as both major parties are pro-coal. But why is Premier Annastacia Palaszczuk going to such extreme lengths to woo Adani? This can’t be just due to ignorance, because Steven Miles, her Minister for Environment and Heritage Protection and Minister for National Parks and the Great Barrier Reef, is well aware of what is happening to the reef, and why. It is all about jobs here and now, even at the expense of North Queensland’s tourist industry. Just as Anna Krien described.
Australia is second only to Canada as the worst per-capita polluter of all major nations, and that appalling position does not even take account of our efforts to export coal as fast as we can. Australia is the biggest coal exporter in the world. And now we are prepared to mine the Galilee Basin, producing at least seven times the annual production of carbon dioxide of the rest of Australia.
After concluding its forty-first session, during which I was given leave to speak as an NGO spokesperson, UNESCO expressed “its utmost concern regarding the reported serious impacts from coral bleaching that have affected World Heritage properties in 2016–17 and that the majority of World Heritage Coral Reefs are expecting to be seriously impacted by climate change.” Further, it “reiterates the importance of State Parties [to undertake] the most ambitious implementation of the Paris Agreement of the United Nations Framework Convention on Climate Change.” And finally, it “notes with appreciation the willingness of civil society groups [NGOs] to engage in this process.”
Australia’s duplicity has become all too apparent to other countries. My words, subdued though they were, drew loud applause.
J.E.N. Veron
ENEMY WITHIN
Response to Correspondence
The enemy of Enemy Within is not Donald Trump, but the fear and rancour at work in the United States, and the deep fractures that this election campaign has exposed. It’s the “malaise” besetting the country: its roots are too old and deep to say with any confidence that we’re really speaking of decline. I set out with no clear idea, except to avoid the Clintonite liberal orthodoxy of New York or a rust-belt town where anti-Clintonism – or anti-nearly-everybody – prevails. I chose to go to Wisconsin because it had a reputation for progressive politics, and Bernie Sanders’ success in the Democratic primary there seemed to say it was enduring. At the same time, I knew that Wisconsin’s governor was an archetype of the modern Republican who, through re-districting, voter registration and anti-union measures, had transformed a state once famous for its “across the aisle” cohesion. I fancied I might learn more about what was going on in the election from exposure to this polarised opinion.
I found the old Wisconsin overlaid with the new: the new being Scott Walker’s brand of reactionary politics, fuelled by the Koch brothers, talkback radio, the Tea Party, Christian evangelism and a reflexive and venomous hostility to anything that can be called liberal. Wisconsin, as a former state congressman told me – and Gary Werskey in this issue movingly affirms – is not the tolerant, temperate and progressive place it once was. And the change in Wisconsin is very like the change occurring across the country.
It is a massive conceit to write about a country, a state and an election on the strength of a fifteen-day visit. The generous responses to this essay therefore came first as a relief, and second as enlightenment. Naturally, I will not be taking issue with people who have not taken issue with me. Where they have added further evidence or argument in support of my general case, as Patrick McCaughey, David Goodman and Bruce Wolpe have, I can only be grateful. The same goes for their corrections. I think Goodman is right to say that Americans are no more divided on party lines than they have been throughout their history: though it is true that fewer voters now inhabit the unaligned middle, and that it has been the Republicans’ malevolent strategy for more than two decades to reject all compromise and obstruct democratic ambitions, even if it means closing down the government, the Supreme Court or the economy.
I would rather Patrick Lawrence had not embarrassed me with the news that the remark about coffee and killing oneself cannot be attributed to Albert Camus (I feel like I have known all my life that he said it), but I am glad to know better; and gladder still for his gritty discourse on Tocqueville and the “soft despotism” of the neoliberal consensus. I had not made the connection before, but it is a near-perfect designation for the assumptions of the elites, not least the doctrinaire political correctness that Tea Partiers and Trump supporters find oppressive. So-called liberals for whom globalisation has been a liberating and enriching force live in a universe so distant from the millions for whom it has been a disaster, they seem incapable of understanding them, or of extending to them the tolerance that at other times they hold up as their defining value. If tolerance depends in some measure on empathy, the Democrats should have it in abundance: yet they have little apparent capacity to put themselves in the shoes of those who see them as smug, corrupt, self-serving and deeply favoured by the system – and even less capacity, of course, to recognise their own failings. Give the Democrats the equivalent of the Clinton emails and they would be ruthless. Give them the Podesta emails and the tapes that indicate calculated and systemic disruption of Trump rallies and which received about a minute’s media coverage, while Trump’s eleven-year-old “sex tape” dominated the news for a week or more, and their outrage would be deafening. And yet, to listen sometimes, one would think they cast stones only after an internal audit has assured them that they are without sin.
Dennis Altman, I take it, would have had me write more – and more favourably – about Hillary Clinton; and less – and less favourably – about Bernie Sanders. More as well about why millions of Americans, including black Americans, like her so much. On that score I will excuse myself on the grounds that this support of the candidate is a given, and the essay is more concerned with what’s at issue. However unfair the reasons might be, Hillary Clinton is one of the reasons the election has been so bitter. She’s been part of the problem. That’s why Sanders won Wisconsin and why he did well enough elsewhere to drag Clinton and the Democrats towards his more radical positions. It’s why Trump was still doing so well deep into the campaign. As for my “bromance” with Bernie, like my “desperately” wanting to believe in the United States, I was not aware that my feelings ran so deep. Sometimes it’s like that, I guess. Still, of all the candidates on both sides, Sanders did strike me as the most authentic, the most grounded, the most concrete in his speech and the one trying to make the electorate face up to some of the realities that are corroding the country (and helping Trump succeed), when Clinton was passing over them with “pragmatic progressive” bromides.
Thomas Jefferson thought a “temperate” mind was essential to democracy: his own (even at home on a plantation worked by slaves – with one of whom Thomas fathered six children) gave glorious expression to the idea that “all Men are created equal, that they are endowed by their creator with certain inalienable rights …” etc. Jefferson was a wonder of a human being and one of mighty contradictions. And so is the United States a wonder and full of contradictions – some of them, as H.L. Mencken insisted, are a consequence of Jeffersonian doctrine. Jefferson conceived of liberty, Mencken said, as freedom from the tyranny of a monarch. What he failed to recognise, but his rival Alexander Hamilton saw clearly, was the other necessary guarantee of democracy, namely freedom from the tyranny of the majority. So savage is this election, it seems possible that the people contesting it believe it will decide which majority can tyrannise the other for the next four years. Perhaps that’s the case with all US elections, but surely the sense of it is more profound this year.
Jefferson would have loathed Donald Trump, of course. Trump is intemperate. Worse, he is vulgar. No breeding, manners or enlightened reasoning restrain him. There are no contradictions in Trump. He is all id, as some elements of the country are, as we all are now and then. Trump is the unrestrained part of the United States. In worshipping him, the unrestrained – or those who would be – are worshipping themselves, within the cult of freedom and ignorance of which they are honorary members. The rest are merely obsessed with him. In morbid fascination Americans now watch his fall as they did his rise, with barely a thought for the content of his policies. It’s not his critique, but the manner of it that is so … seductive.
His opponents, perhaps mindful of Jefferson, might like to pretend there’s something un-American about Trump, but he’s as apple-pie as any on either side of politics. He’s the unapologetic go-getter; the Yankee bounder; the chancer; the champion of the deal; the great manipulator. He’s the populist; the anti-intellectual, the rugged individualist; the people’s friend; and the enemy of the elites. He’s Barry Goldwater (for his racism) and LBJ (for his vulgarity) in one; he’s Dr Strangelove and General MacArthur; P.T. Barnum, Ed Sullivan and Hugh Hefner. He’s the ringmaster of celebrity, sex and fame. He takes what is his: and his is whatever he can take. In the lost world he promises to restore, this is the code they lived by. What in some places is now called “inappropriate” behaviour was then called doing what comes naturally, and in Trumpland it still is. The intemperate Trump is no less the genuine American article than the temperate Clinton is.
As Nicole Hemmer amply demonstrates in her comment on the essay, not the least of Trump’s Americanness is his anti-democratic tendency. She quotes the example of the Roosevelts, and of the populists Coughlin and Long, but we might add dozens of congressmen and senators, state governors, mayors, military men, sheriffs and small-town bosses – of varying degrees of corruption (which, if it is ever proved against Trump, will also be nothing new). To these, we could add any number of characters in popular culture. The anti-democratic thread in American life is as old as the democracy itself. And so is the corruption.
Hillary Clinton may lack her husband’s political genius, but she could hardly have done better in this campaign. Her courage may one day become legendary. In those dreadful debates she returned Trump’s brutal attacks on her character with much deadlier attacks on his, and deployed her temperate mind to beckon wavering voters with flawlessly marshalled facts and arguments. Not that the media or those who watch are judging the quality of her arguments, much less the content. In keeping with media practice, that she remains in charge of herself is enough: the products of that mind, such solutions to the country’s problems as she might suggest, the policies she offers, are of no great interest.
If you think this overstates the case, just tune in to any of the networks (and dare to wonder if this might be the future in Australia). And if you will forgive such a crude conspiracy theory, the failure of the media networks to bring temperate minds to bear on policy and the rise and seeming fall of Donald Trump have the same cause – ratings, or, if you like, commerce. At a Kennedy School forum on 19 October, the NBC pollster Peter Hart was asked, “How do you understand the role of the media in this election cycle?” He replied:
I think the one thing we can all agree on is, ratings have driven this. I mean, Donald Trump has been a magnet, I mean, in that you can put him on anytime, anywhere and bingo. I love sort of the “Morning Joe” element. You know, they created him, and then essentially, he turned on them, and they turned on him, and you know, you have all of this.
If Donald Trump is a squalid reminder of the dark side in American life, the country’s media cannot escape the same judgment. If he’s a joke and an embarrassment to the democracy conceived in liberty and defended in blood, ditto. And if the substance of the policy choices has drawn minimal focus on any of the networks, ditto again. But if media ratings reflect public demand, most responsibility has to fall on the audience.
That was the point Richard Ford was making when he wrote about the malaise. John Updike’s observations twenty years before him, Jimmy Carter’s a decade or so before that, and the fascist United States Philip Roth imagined in 2004 conceived of the malaise in different ways, but all of them plant responsibility at the door of the democracy itself. Blame materialism, greed, cartels, intrigues, indifference, ignorance, xenophobia, fear, religious manias, unlikely sexual pathologies or intemperate minds – the country has flaws and lunacy in abundance: they are always there, waiting for a demagogue to stir them into something dire. It is the remarkable achievement of the United States that the democracy has never succumbed, and continues to be, if only after a fashion, the one revolution that ever worked. So far, that is.
Don Watson
Don Watson is the author of many acclaimed books, including Caledonia Australis, Recollections of a Bleeding Heart, American Journeys and The Bush.
ENEMY WITHIN
Correspondence
In Enemy Within Don Watson writes with his customary blend of affection, wit, insight and style about American politics. He also displays a degree of critical empathy for the United States sadly lacking in the work of many other Australian pundits. As an American-Australian citizen, I highly value and appreciate these qualities.
However, if Watson still believes that the United States remains “the last great hope of humankind,” then he has provided a devastating benchmark for just how low our world has ebbed. Indeed, towards the end of his essay, he appears to affirm the late John Updike’s lament that his country was – already in the late 1980s – afflicted with a deep “malaise.” Almost three decades later one can only imagine Updike elegantly turning in his grave at how the malaise has so dramatically morphed into the malady of this year’s bewildering and dispiriting presidential election.
Don’s instincts to try to make sense of the schizophrenic Clinton–Trump contest by focusing on Wisconsin are absolutely spot-on. On the one hand, much of the state has been for well over a century the centre of US progressive politics, and in some parts – not least its capital, Madison – still is. On the other, it has elected in recent years the corrupt ultra-conservative governor Scott Walker, as well as Mitt Romney’s running mate and Republican powerbroker, Paul Ryan. These divided loyalties were manifested in 2012, when Obama carried Wisconsin by a comfortable seven points (still a drop from his victory there in 2008 by thirteen points). But when you drill down into the 2012 results you note that in the white suburban counties that ring Milwaukee, Romney outpolled Obama two to one. This is the same territory that Trump immediately entered to fuel white angst and anger in the wake of a shooting in downtown Milwaukee. While in mid-October Clinton leads Trump by an average of six points statewide, Wisconsin remains, like the rest of the country, a strongly polarised polity.
How did it come to this? My take is profoundly informed by my formation as the member of a staunchly Democratic family brought down by the Depression and then lifted up by FDR’s New Deal. Despite being an army brat who moved around the world, my centre of gravity was and still is the Midwest – and, more particularly, a small town in north-western Illinois close to the Wisconsin border, where I spent most of my boyhood summers with my mother’s parents. As it turned out, Wisconsin has figured quite often at critical moments in my (and my country’s) political evolution. Here then are four very short personal stories from or about Badgerland to add to Don’s collection.
My first political memory (age nine) arose from a family holiday in the summer of 1952, when my grandparents hired a rustic cabin nestled in the beautiful Wisconsin Dells. One night we gathered round the radio to listen to Adlai Stevenson’s speech accepting the Democratic nomination for president. We were moved – a bit like a good sermon in church – partly because of Adlai’s wit and eloquence and partly because, as a former Illinois governor, he was our favourite son. His misfortune was to be running against the ultimate American war hero, General Eisenhower. Yet there was never any question that both my grandfather – a night watchman, World War I vet and American Legion stalwart – and my father – a World War II vet and US army captain then stationed in Germany – would remain “madly for Adlai” in both the 1952 and 1956 elections. However, fast-forwarding to 2016, I have to ask myself, “For whom would these proud veterans now vote?” Their demographic would put them firmly in the sights of the Trump camp, a ripe target for its mantra of wanting to “make America great again.” Here, then, is the first example of how the world of American politics has been up-ended.
In 1960 Wisconsin came into view again for me when JFK decided to take on the far more liberal Minnesota senator Hubert Horatio Humphrey (HHH) in that state’s Democratic primary. Catholic Kennedy’s challenge was to demonstrate that he could defeat HHH in the latter’s Protestant progressive heartland. (Robert Drew’s pioneering fly-on-the-wall film Primary documented this epic contest.) JFK won narrowly, but only thanks to the votes of Milwaukee’s Eastern European immigrant Catholics. From there Kennedy immediately went on to Indiana in the hope of showing himself to be more electable in this even less promising state. There I was waiting – the fearless editor of my high school paper with a less than convincing press card – to encounter him at an early morning press conference in the steel-making and still largely white city of Gary. I even managed to ask him a question about his position on the Taft–Hartley industrial relations act! If I can’t remember his answer, it’s probably because I was so easily overwhelmed by his charm and Jackie’s otherworldly beauty. (Barack and Michelle would have something of the same effect on liberal Democrats nearly fifty years later.) But the broader point here is that the working-class whites who so readily voted for Kennedy and other far more liberal Democrats up until the ’60s were soon taking flight from cities like Milwaukee and Gary to the surrounding suburbs, which are today considered Trump strongholds. This is another instance of how Updike’s “malaise” has worked to the disadvantage of Democratic progressives (including myself as early as 1969, when I was assaulted by white thugs at a polling booth while campaigning for Gary’s first black mayor).
Following LBJ’s overwhelming defeat of Barry Goldwater in 1964, a group of moderate Republicans organised to take back control of their party from conservative insurgents. As Watson notes, they formed the Ripon Society, named for the Wisconsin town where the GOP had been founded more than a century earlier. One of their number was my former Northwestern debate partner (and native of Sheboygan, WI), who subsequently became a speechwriter in the Nixon White House. As Watergate threatened to cast a shadow on his own reputation, he was plucked from Washington by a scion of the East Coast Republican establishment and installed as the publisher of the International Herald Tribune in Paris. Three decades later I caught up with him again in Washington during the 2008 presidential primary season. Over dinner with some of his well-placed Republican mates, he was asked which of the party’s candidates he would be supporting, to which he replied without hesitation, “None of them!” As for the Democratic contenders, he cheerfully confessed that he would be happy to vote for “All of them!” When I emailed him this year about how Trump was viewed within his networks, he admitted he had yet to meet anyone who supported his party’s nominee. So the “malaise” has also been at work in tearing apart the Republican Party and propelling it into unknown and troubling waters.
My final Wisconsin story arises from Watson’s reference to one of my academic heroes, the University of Wisconsin’s great radical American diplomatic historian William Appleman Williams. I read his classic The Tragedy of American Diplomacy (1959) in my final year at Northwestern, and its trenchant analysis of how much the pursuit of empire had shaped the United States certainly influenced my decision to oppose the Vietnam War in 1965. Two years later I brought this perspective into my work as a temporary staffer for a young Democratic congressman, Lee Hamilton, just into his second term, courtesy of Johnson’s landslide victory in 1964. Hamilton sat on the House Foreign Affairs Committee and its Southeast Asian subcommittee. Despite his great intelligence and goodwill, none of my arguments and references was going to budge him from his support of the war engineered by defence secretary Robert McNamara. This intellectual rebuff weighed less on me than the emotional toll registered several times a week in his office as we received the Department of Defense’s notices of the servicemen from his district who had died in action.
However, one experience from this period that kept me tethered for a little while longer to the Democratic cause was sitting in a room with twenty or so other young staffers listening to Senator Robert F. Kennedy talk informally about his growing opposition to the war and his increasingly radical views about the causes and effects of social injustice inside the United States. The impact of his saddened, serious, intense authenticity on all of us was tangible in the moment, powerful in the knowledge that he was about to challenge Johnson for the Democratic nomination, and truly poignant in retrospect, given that he had less than a year to live. Along with Martin Luther King’s assassination shortly thereafter, it seemed there was nowhere else for a liberal Democrat like me to go except further to the left and ultimately out of the party altogether. We became part of the ongoing tragedy of American diplomacy and yet another facet of Updike’s malaise, thoroughly alienated from the Democratic establishment and profoundly doubtful that America any longer could lay claim to being humankind’s last great hope.
Fifty years later, now that Bernie Sanders (our latest last great hope) has been sidelined, we and Wisconsin are left with a choice between the continuing more or less competent management of America’s empire/tragedy – by Hillary and the Clinton-era economic and diplomatic apparatchiks who dominated the Obama years – and the void/abyss of a Trump presidency, which can only drive America’s malaise into even deeper levels of violence and distress. And it will not only be US citizens who will bear the consequences of this choice. One can only hope that we in Australia will be ready to reappraise the American alliance unsentimentally in the light of our great and powerful friend’s demons and frailties, as well as the strengths of its progressive forces past and present. Meanwhile, on Wisconsin – you bet!
Gary Werskey
Gary Werskey studied history at Northwestern and Harvard universities and taught at Edinburgh University and Imperial College before immigrating to Australia in 1987. He is an honorary associate in the Department of History, School of Philosophical and Historical Inquiry, University of Sydney and chairs the Blackheath History Forum.
ENEMY WITHIN
Correspondence
Don Watson is good at skewering American embarrassments, most notably “American exceptionalism” and the “American Dream.” For the past three decades I have lived in the US and still cringe when I hear the political classes call America “the greatest nation on earth.” This is even more awful when one is confronted with the spectacle of American inequality, persistent discrimination against minorities and women, and endemic gun violence. The American Dream seems an unbreakable bubble. The belief that everybody can rise and become rich if they simply “play by the rules, work hard and pay their taxes” is like a divine mantra. How can any politician say such things when the administration struggles to establish a minimum wage of $15 per hour? If you do the math, that would barely bring you over the poverty line if you worked a forty-hour week.
Cognate to these embarrassments is the persistent belief that a failure in “leadership” has robbed America of its greatness, its exceptionalism, and denied its struggling citizenry the fulfilment of the Dream. The weakness of Barack Obama and the need for a strong leader became the rallying cry of the Republicans in 2016. To their horror, Donald Trump emerged in that role. Hillary Clinton was denied it because she is a woman and a self-serving career politician.
The left like to throw the word “fascist” around on such occasions. Mitt Romney or Newt Gingrich, fascists? Hardly. Trump comes closer to wearing that Halloween costume. Watson is rightly measured on the topic, but the following words and actions would make the most moderate pause:
- Discredit the judiciary: Trump has claimed and never revoked the statement that the Mexican parentage of the federal judge hearing the case against Trump University should disqualify him.
- Muzzle the press: Watson’s vignette of the Republican campaign corralling the press at Trump’s rallies at the back of the room to make them a clear object of mockery to the crowd smacks of more than intimidation. Trump banned journalists from the Washington Post from travelling in his official press entourage.
- Deploy the state against the individual: Trump has threatened to use the engines of the state to intimidate and harm individuals who oppose him. The most obvious case is that of Jeff Bezos, founder of Amazon and proprietor of the Washington Post. Life would not be so easy for Amazon if I became president, so Trump mused to the press.
- Persecute a minority: Trump has overtly threatened a minority by claiming he’ll deport undocumented Latinos and their children, and also threatened to isolate Muslims in American society, who are portrayed as a perpetual threat from within.
- Demonise foreign powers: The threat from without is a common thread in totalitarian ideology and behaviour. Trump has demonised “Jina”, as he calls the People’s Republic. Once again, only the Strong Leader can prevail against such powers.
- Prey on women: The revelations following the release of the Access Hollywood tape about Trump’s sexual mores and behaviour strongly support the claim of his belief in the superiority of man, the Übermensch, now as reality TV star, who must have his way with women.
The drive and effect of these elements in Trump’s campaign have created the fearful electorate. Watson is very good on this: “Americans, who once admired courage above all human qualities, now seem to get high on fear. Not that we see them trembling; but we see and hear fear’s most common disguise, belligerence.”
Fear is contagious. African American communities are more deeply fearful of the police – of the forces of law and order in general – than ever in the post–Martin Luther King world, even when there are many African American cops on duty in the inner precincts of America’s troubled cities. Every month, unarmed black men are shot and killed by police. It’s as though the police can’t help themselves, knowing full well the dire consequences of such shootings – from triggering major communal riots to instigating federal investigations by the Department of Justice, to say nothing of individual prosecutions for manslaughter, and even murder. Trump promises to encourage “stop and frisk” policies, even though they have been ruled unconstitutional. Such a policy is rightly seen as the perfect way of intimidating African Americans. Any black man in a car driving through a white suburb or area is liable to be stopped, told to get out of the car, and shaken down by a police officer ostensibly looking for drugs or illegal handguns. The numbers of white men who are subject to such treatment could be counted on an abacus.
Fear spread to the liberal Democratic side of the table from time to time when Hillary had a bad week and Trump a good one – happily, a diminishing feature of the race. The question surfaced: what would be the consequences if he actually won the presidency?
Here psephology – lovely word and action: the science of elections – and dark forebodings confront each other. Psephologically, Trump cannot win on white voters. There are not enough of them on the shaky Republican side to carry it off. He has made little headway with Latino and none with African American voters. He is widely disliked by white women, a key and reliable voting group. It would take an unprecedented wave of new voters to sweep him into 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Thankfully, Trump believes in the Great Man Theory of History and refuses to prepare for debates, and disputes with those who try to prepare him. “Let Trump be Trump” is the best news for the Democrats.
If, however, the election outcome is close and Hillary emerges as the victor with a slender majority in the Electoral College, then Trump, always a sore loser and in this case a “yooge” one, would certainly resort to the courts to have the result overturned, and the rigged system that put Crooked Hillary in the White House exposed. It could be long, drawn-out, an ugly spectacle and damaging to the Republic.
Patrick McCaughey
Patrick McCaughey, a former director of the National Gallery of Victoria, has lived and worked in the United States since 1988. He has published widely on modern and contemporary art.
ENEMY WITHIN
Correspondence
I have been travelling in the United States since mid-August and caught up in observing this can’t-look-away-from-it, disturbing and fascinating election. Each day brings something new – most of it initiated somehow by Donald Trump. In some ways it is a miracle there is anything fresh to say about the election, but Watson’s essay succeeds – it was a joy to read, both for its larger arguments and for its abundance of astute passing observations. This on the Tea Party, for example – “It’s useless to tell them that people are free in many other countries as well, and free from worrying about freedom so much, many of them” – came back to me the other night, hearing CNN’s London correspondent explaining how difficult the Trump fiasco has been for her to explain in Europe, where people, she said, look up to the US as the home of freedom.
The presidency arguably gets too much attention: both inside and outside the US, the media focuses on the presidency and the presidential race to the exclusion of most other forms of American politics and government. That is most true of the febrile US cable news channels, on which there has been almost no other story since the primaries began in February. This reflects the weakening of local news everywhere. In the political economy of contemporary media, stories about global celebrities have the highest value because they are saleable worldwide, while local coverage has become an expensive luxury; the Washington Post reported in 2014 that “the economics of the digital age work strongly against reporting about schools, cops and the folks down the street.” That is only going to get worse. Stories about Donald and Hillary fill so much media space – MSNBC this morning, for example, reporting each tweet Trump sent off as it happened. This presidential race has been so absorbing, so impossible to turn off, such great theatre, that it will only increase attention on the presidency, which will in the end produce more frustration. The power of the United States derives from its size, but its size and diversity make the choice of a generally admired leader an almost impossible task. This time around, so many hours of attention and thought and analysis have produced, as so many comment, the most unpopular candidates ever. The increasingly overwhelming stress on the presidency makes for exasperation and disappointment all round – presidents who don’t control Congress (and that is most of them) can only do so much.
Importantly, Watson sets this depressing, entrancing presidential race in the context of American government more broadly. His portrait of Hillary’s Planned Parenthood speech evokes some of the best aspects of the US democratic culture: “Organising around an idea or a cause, networking, lobbying, educating, publicising, protesting and pushing into representative politics to change the world from within – these are American democratic traditions.” He journeys to Wisconsin and appreciatively explicates the progressive “Wisconsin Idea” of education and government in service of the state and its industries. There is something almost Australian about Wisconsin progressivism – that optimistic and experimental sense of the state as a social laboratory. Remembering that tradition, talking as Watson does to successful mayors and state legislators, is one important antidote to the political ennui induced by too great a fixation on the presidency.
There have been few policies debated in this presidential election, particularly since the primaries, unless you count the wall. So much of the coverage (even, or perhaps especially, on the specialist political news channels) has been about personality and morality – are these good people? Sometimes, despite everything, that turns into a discussion of policy and principle. The pursuit of Trump’s tax record, for example, began as a political tactic, but ended in something of a national debate about public and private wealth – an issue that has preoccupied Americans since the beginnings of the republic.
Of course, the presidency still matters a great deal. Watson’s question is about what makes Trump possible. He gives an excellent account of the frustrations that have fuelled Trumpism: the increasing wealth divide, the sense of loss of status and entitlement. When Watson says of globalisation that “what enriches one tribe impoverishes and threatens another,” he is perhaps conceding some truth at the heart of this political movement. It is the mere evocation of the problems that works politically – Trump’s proposed solutions remain almost entirely vague. Still, the willingness to believe in him astonishes. An otherwise observant, well-informed taxi driver in Virginia cautiously edged around to telling me she was for Trump because of Hillary’s active support for terrorism. A sixty-something waitress in North Carolina, the morning after the release of Trump’s lewd 2005 bus discussions, glanced at the TV and sighed, “Poor Donald.”
Watson carefully identifies Trump’s following as in general white (his support among African Americans currently hovering between 0 and 1 per cent). But Sanders’ ardent support was also identified by analysts as “too white to win.” Another reason the most enthralling theatre of this campaign might not be a glimpse of the future is that the 2016 race has failed to throw up either compelling inheritors of the Obama coalition or skilled shapers of other multiracial alliances.
Maybe I would disagree that “Americans are divided on party lines as never before.” Party conflict has often been fierce, most of all when the party alignments coincided with racial and other divides. Was there once a more civilised partisanship? On the one hand, some – maybe many – Americans believed the story that Franklin Roosevelt was not a real American, but rather a Jew called Rosenfeldt. Earlier in the Trump candidacy, commentators pointed to his probably unconscious evocations of 1930s/40s isolationism. But on the other hand, the key isolationist figures of that period look substantial, knowledgeable and principled compared to Trump. Charles Lindbergh said in 1941, “We believe in an independent destiny for America,” but immediately added: “Such a destiny does not mean that we will build a wall around our country and isolate ourselves from contact with the rest of the world.” Lindbergh made his racial views explicit, rather than relying on innuendo.
There is a body of explanation going back to the 1980s about working-class conservatism and there is perhaps a danger of subsuming Trumpism into these more familiar paradoxes. Trump is not Thatcher or Reagan; he is not a conservative in their mould at all. He has, to be sure, gone along with tax cuts for the wealthy, but that is not the most energising issue for him or his supporters. He seems, in fact, to be a big-government man, judging by the number of “magic wand” promises he makes. All the problems that will vanish when he is elected (urban crime, unemployment, economic competition with other nations) will do so because he will use the powers of government to fix them. He does not like free-trade agreements, threatening Ford with punitive tariffs if it moves more manufacturing to Mexico: “We’re gonna charge them a 35 per cent tax. And you know what’s gonna happen, they’re never going to leave.” No wonder Rush Limbaugh lamented in September, “I wish conservatism was on the ballot.”
David Goodman
David Goodman teaches American history at the University of Melbourne. He is the author of Radio’s Civic Ambition: American Broadcasting and Democracy in the 1930s, and is working on a grassroots history of the debate in the United States about US entry into World War II.
ENEMY WITHIN
Correspondence
I am writing this in the aftermath of the first presidential debate, which common sense suggests Hillary won convincingly. But as we know, rationality no longer plays much part in elections, and the incessant news cycle means my comments will inevitably be out of date when you read them. Anything I might say about Enemy Within will either seem naive or prescient, depending on the outcome of the election.
Like Hillary Clinton, Don Watson desperately wants to believe in America: it is, he tells us, “a miracle of an ever-evolving pluralist democracy and … the last great hope of humankind. It is a wonderland of invention, a marvel of freedom and tolerance, and by most measures the greatest country on earth.”
Like Bernie Sanders, he then itemises all the problems and defects that undermine these claims, especially massive inequality – four times the incarceration rate of China – and the overwhelming impact of money in politics. He doesn’t discuss the recent “evolution” of the political system, which has led to systematic gerrymandering of elections to the House of Representatives and could ensure Republican control even in the face of a major Democratic vote this November.
The emphasis of the subtitle of this essay is revealing: “American politics in the time of Trump.” Hillary Clinton remains the more likely future president, but she receives little attention in this essay, which is concerned with explaining the unlikely appeal of Trump, who both appals and fascinates us all. Like others caught up in a bromance with Bernie Sanders, Don’s support for Clinton is at best grudging – her election is necessary to block Trump – and ignores that millions of Democrats backed her in the primary because they actually want her as president.
Don explains that he focused his essay on Wisconsin to avoid the clichéd bastions of either the liberal coastal cities or the redneck Deep South: “a normal sort of place.” His description of Wisconsin rightly includes the poor and largely African American centre of Milwaukee, but he hardly lingers there, and the bulk of the essay reflects an America that is overwhelmingly white and torn between progressive and conservative traditions.
By largely ignoring non-white Americans, Don fails to convey the strong support for Hillary, and why Bill Clinton was regarded by many as “the first black president.” There are good reasons for progressives to criticise Hillary: her closeness to major corporate interests and her record on foreign interventions among them. But there are also positives in her record, largely overlooked by those who look back longingly at the quixotic hopes of Bernie Sanders to capture a nomination he was never seriously likely to win.
Don ends his essay by describing Hillary as “a foreign policy hawk with no demonstrated ability to think beyond the doctrine of exceptionalism.” It is true that as Secretary of State Clinton is known to have favoured a more interventionist position on several crucial issues than did President Obama. But two questions arise: was she always wrong? And has she learnt from those areas where intervention proved disastrous? Maybe Clinton was right to push for stronger US involvement in Syria, to have wanted the United States to impose a no-fly zone before Russian and Turkish involvement made this impractical?
Whether she realises that much American intervention in the Middle East has been, at best, counterproductive is hard to assess, as it is hardly the stuff of campaign oratory. Both Trump and Sanders played on the weariness that most Americans feel after almost two decades of military interventions – Afghanistan, Iraq, Libya – that have only fuelled instability and disaster. Let’s hope that Clinton shares some of this scepticism and is willing to learn from past mistakes.
Dennis Altman
Dennis Altman is a professorial fellow in human security at La Trobe University. His most recent books are Queer Wars (with Jon Symons) and How to Vote Progressive in Australia (edited with Sean Scalmer).
ENEMY WITHIN
Correspondence
Don Watson’s Tocquevillian journey through the United States is well suited to an election in which America seems a strange and foreign country, even to Americans. His explanation, which winds through the particularities of the present as well as the precedents of history, helps us better understand how, exactly, the wheels came off in 2016, and why so many Americans put their faith in a man so patently unqualified to be president.
To sharpen that picture, it would be useful to change the focus just a touch: to look at the present moment as one of historical change, and to find the roots not just of populism but of authoritarianism in America’s past.
The twin campaigns of Bernie Sanders and Donald Trump point to a tectonic shift in American politics. For much of the twentieth century, the dividing lines were conservative versus liberal, right versus left. And those divisions remain: Sanders’ supporters did not flock to Trump, as some analysts predicted they might. Not all populisms are the same. The populism that knitted together a racially diverse coalition of millennial voters in the Democratic Party does not have a natural tie to the nativist, racist populism of Donald Trump.
But that left/right cleavage is being overrun by anxieties about globalisation, the economy, civil liberties and foreign policy. The Republican Party, in particular, has been splintered by these forces. In the aftermath of the 2012 election, party elites made immigration reform a central item; they were smacked down, brutally, by their base. Libertarianism blossomed briefly as a wave of non-interventionism rippled through the party; by the end of 2013, the rise of ISIS had shoved the pendulum back towards muscular militarism.
All the while an anti-establishment populism simmered. Opposition to the Obama presidency kept the anger directed at the Democrats, holding together a fracturing Republican Party. The Tea Party had plenty of anger at Wall Street, a traditional GOP stronghold, as well as at corporations and elites. Party leaders tried to corral that anger, but with no platform to bind the grassroots to the leadership, the party’s politics devolved into reckless obstructionism, shutting down the government, playing brinksmanship with the economy, and hobbling the Supreme Court.
The 2016 Republican primaries showed what happened when that obstructionist bond was removed. Carefully groomed candidates fell, one after the other, to an angry populist whose policy preferences had little to do with the conservative coalition that once provided the foundation of the Republican Party. Trump rejected free markets, neoconservatism, right-wing social issues, small-government orthodoxy. On issues of racism, he put down the dog whistle and picked up the bullhorn. In less than a year, he laid waste to the party of Reagan.
Bernie Sanders represented some of those same forces shuddering through the Democratic Party, but the Democrats have long been more a coalition of interests than a party of ideas. Hillary Clinton could absorb Sanders’ critiques, turning up the dial on regulation, backing off from the Trans-Pacific Partnership. The party is shifting, but is managing the pivot more smoothly than the GOP, where Trump has gone to war with the party establishment. For Republicans, the enemy truly is within.
The United States is in the midst of a massive political transformation, one that has given rise to an unprecedented candidacy. Unprecedented in the most troubling ways: a candidate who threatens to jail his opponent, who argues the coming election is rigged and invalid, who is seen by the vast majority of Americans as unqualified for the presidency.
Yet while Trump’s breaks with precedent are vitally important, so too are the ways he echoes old tendencies. The history of populism that Watson sketches is critical to understanding the appeal of Trump’s message. But let’s add to that another history: a history of distrust in democracy, along with an American approval, from time to time, of authoritarianism.
The modern presidency, marked by candidate-driven campaigns, emerged at the start of the twentieth century with Teddy Roosevelt. Roosevelt wanted an expansive, muscular executive – he’s the one who christened the presidency “the bully pulpit” – and he readily seized opportunities to expand the scope of his power. So impressed was he with his abilities as president, and so unimpressed with his successor, that in 1912 he broke with tradition and ran for an unprecedented third term. His decision hinted at the ways personality and power were coalescing to strengthen the office of the presidency.
When the nation careened into economic crisis in the early 1930s, the danger of that growing power became visible. The crisis revealed a longing for an authoritarian, a single person who could fix what seemed so stubbornly resistant to fixing. Taking office, Franklin Delano Roosevelt asked for “broad executive power” and Congress granted it. The word “dictator” was used, and used approvingly. Walter Lippmann told Roosevelt, “You may have no alternative but to assume dictatorial powers.” The New York Herald Tribune met his inauguration with the amenable headline, “For Dictatorship If Necessary.”
Roosevelt was no dictator, but he did believe he was specially suited to meet the crisis. And so he grabbed for unprecedented powers, including control of the economy and of the Supreme Court. He was granted the first and rebuffed on the second. And as the nation was drawn into war with Europe, he repeated his cousin’s big power play: he ran for – and won – a third term, and then a fourth.
Roosevelt played by the rules. He asked Congress for power and retreated when refused it. He did not seize the presidency; he asked the American people for their votes, which they granted. But his long tenure in office revealed that Americans in times of crisis hungered for an authority figure to tell them what to do. They longed for it. Those that didn’t favour Roosevelt turned to the anti-Semitic preacher Charles Coughlin or Louisiana’s Huey Long. They sought a strongman.
This was before the anti-authority turn in American culture. In a way, though, the trends of the past forty years have helped set the stage for a figure like Trump. Americans have lost faith in the institutions of civil society: government, media, school, court. They greet with suspicion the sort of authority that comes with the imprimatur of organisation – a sign that for many Americans, there is an open breach with their communitarian side.
Which is what makes Trump’s candidacy so interesting. He is an authoritarian figure whose power derives from a sort of radical individualism. Having lost trust in institutions, his supporters turn to a single man with no loyalty to any community or institution or party or nation.
There is an absence in American national culture that Trump fills like a malignant growth, a diminished civil society too stunted to counter the fear-based politics that Watson decries. The great task of the next generation is to rebuild a shared faith in – and commitment to – the institutions and ideas that are the special genius of the American system. In the course of that rebuilding process, the American people have a chance to recover not the country’s greatness, but its goodness.
Nicole Hemmer
Nicole Hemmer is an assistant professor at the University of Virginia’s Miller Center and a research associate at the US Studies Centre at the University of Sydney. She is the author of Messengers of the Right: Conservative Media and the Transformation of American Politics and a columnist for US News & World Report and the Age.
ENEMY WITHIN
Correspondence
Like most writers with too much to do and insufficient time, I set out to skim Don Watson’s essay on the American political scene, seeking its gist and leaving it at that. I soon gave up: there is too much to be missed in Watson’s piece. This is always the mark of excellent eyes and ears – these being the sine qua non of first-rate writing.
I wish more Americans might see Watson’s elegantly wrought rumination. It is nearly always arriving foreigners who get to the pith of a people. Tocqueville, who filled two volumes on America with exceptional insight after nine months’ travel, is the best-known example. The only Americans able to see as Americans and also as others see them are returning expatriates, and, as Joyce more than once noted, the exile gone home is punished savagely for all he sees and says.
Watson went after something deep and difficult during his time among Americans last summer, it seems to me. We are in crisis, let there be no doubt, but this is far more profound than mere politics. One cannot possibly grasp the American condition as we have it in the reports carried in the Sydney Morning Herald or the Australian – or, still less likely, any American newspaper. They are not the right technology, for we – we Americans – are amid a crisis in consciousness, to bring it to a single word. The questions we face are psychological, having to do with identity and who we think we are, as against what we have actually made of ourselves. One must learn from Tocqueville, as Watson plainly has, and then set out for that high, thinly populated ground where journalism and literature meet. People such as Ryszard Kapus´cin´ski dwell there. It is where work that matters gets done when the project is to capture a people and their society as in an immense, panoramic Polaroid.
One way to get to the bottom of a place, paradoxically, is resolutely to explore its surfaces and signifiers, and Watson has this, the semiologist’s method, down to an art. The mall-ified landscapes, the clapboard-and-green-shutters houses that seem lost to the lives lived amid them, the downtowns that are “not entirely deserted but it feels that way,” the beer-and-burger bars that seem like re-enactments, for Americans do not authentically gather anymore: perfect. In such evocations one grasps the vacancy of our public space and the emptied-out lives we live in consequence – we who bay incessantly about “community.” Watson quotes Richard Ford to good effect: “It’s really we who’re threatened with not quite fully existing. It’s we who’re guilty of not having something better on our minds. It’s our national malaise.”
“We” is a fraught word among Americans. Nobody wants to own up to the mess we have made of ourselves and our country. It is always their fault – somebody else’s, that “enemy within” in Watson’s title. What passes for political process has been reduced to sheer spectacle in the way Guy Debord used this term. “We don’t have politics in America,” Gore Vidal once wrote. “We have elections.” It is essential not to miss this: were Tocqueville writing today, he would have to choose another title: there is no democracy in America, and we, all of us, are responsible for this tragedy. This, it seems to me, is Watson’s quarry.
Consider the evolution of mainstream reactions to Donald Trump’s rise. When he first announced his candidacy, in mid-2015, he was dismissed as an entertainer. Then he was marked down as a passing political oddity, and then a kind of suicide bomber who would destroy the Republican Party from within but was of no interest to anyone else.
Things changed as the opinion polls began to indicate a very close contest between Trump and Hillary Clinton. Suddenly Trump is a threat to our national security and our very existence. Every derogatory descriptive in Webster’s Third is hauled out and hurled Trump’s way, usually more than once. It is all Trump, all horror, all the time. It grows tedious, to be honest.
There is something obsessive-compulsive in this. At writing (early October) it has come to resemble a Salem witch-hunt conducted – supreme irony – in the name of our liberal values. Supposedly liberal, I should say. I see two explanations, as follows.
One, few Americans – drifting as they do in the mainstream of opinion – want to see the “we” in the Trump phenomenon. Most of us are desperate to avoid admitting that the political culture that pushed Trump to the fore belongs to all of us and that many of us benefit from it just as it is. No, the Donald must be cast as some kind of “other” – along with his followers, of course.
The second point has to do with the matter of despotism. Watson dwells eruditely on fascism and those of its characteristics one may find in the Trump phenom. He is correct to do so – and correct again to dismiss the thought of a fascist order arising were Trump to be elected president. But he barely flicks at a political current that is just as pronounced, harder to see because it is everywhere, and arguably more pernicious. Tocqueville, in the second of his America books, calls it soft despotism. So can we.
American conservatives sometimes deploy Tocqueville’s views on the “species of oppression” he so defined, so as to rip into the welfare state, federal regulation and other such right-wing obsessions. This is not my meaning. (And I question whether Tocqueville would accept it as his, either.) I refer to the oppression of the neoliberal order as consolidated in the post–Cold War period, notably during the triumphalist 1990s.
No threat of cataclysm in this, no Trump-ite catastrophe. “It would have a different character,” as Tocqueville wrote presciently of this democratic despotism. “It would be more extensive and gentler or softer, and it would degrade men without tormenting them.” This is the project of the end-of-history crowd: we are correct about everything, no need to think about it, and if you do manage to think a thought for yourself, it had better match ours. This is what I mean by perniciously dangerous, or vice versa.
As just implied, one of the most powerful features of neoliberal ideology is its intolerance of all deviation and difference. Abroad, one finds this at the root of our reigning Russophobia. At home, I see intolerance, various forms of prejudice, demonisation and the exploitation of fear – the last like shooting at the side of a barn, in the American context – at work in our Trumpophobia. This is the soft despotism of the American neoliberal. Hillary Clinton, to state the obvious, is the faith’s high priestess.
Some mainstream Americans – meaning all who accept neoliberal thinking as a given, in no need of inquiry – prefer to pretend that the people Trump claims to speak for do not exist. It is easy enough, since mainstream-dwelling Americans rarely see them. Most, safe to say, are probably aware of their presence but find the thought that they should have a voice in the national conversation wildly unacceptable. Those people are to be confined to their “basket of deplorables,” as Clinton artlessly but very succinctly put it this autumn. Among the most interesting questions posed late-ish in the campaign season is whether Trumpism will go away if he is defeated in November. Translation: can we resume ignoring them?
It is hard, honestly, to know how to apportion one’s contempt in late 2016 America.
Return to Watson’s blighted landscapes, desiccated towns and communities of the stupefied. All this we must lay nowhere but at neoliberalism’s door. I see no alternative explanation of our fate. It is what a nation gets when it elevates market value to the only value – so surrendering to the corporatisation, commodification and marketisation of more or less everything.
Watson writes extensively of “malaise” in this context but never mentions “decline.” This is another charged term in the American vocabulary. To be a declinist is quite unpatriotic. It puts one outside the tent urinating in, as L. B. J. would have put it. While many of our torments are mere indulgences, Americans’ fear of decline is perfectly legitimate. This fear is the source of our malaise. Depression, I have long thought, arises out of feelings of powerlessness, and many of us understand that our corrupted political process renders us so.
I am not a declinist if this means I view the prospect as inevitable. The decline of America is possible, which is a very different thing. And it is a choice, even though most of us do not recognise it as one. Americans face many choices, and one might logically expect their magnitude to prod us into action. Just the opposite is the case: we have drifted so far from anything like an authentic political life, let so much go slack for so long, and so left ourselves with so much to do that the choices before us leave us paralysed. Which is to say the sensation of powerlessness is prevalent. The grim reality around the next corner, or the next, is that flinching from our choices in this way will amount to our choice, and decline will then await us: we will have chosen it.
Watson quotes Camus as wondering, “Shall I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?” The attribution is common but mistaken, but we can leave this aside: Watson is wise to pose the question in his essay’s context. To my mind we Americans have but one way forward. Let us begin with a good strong cup – our first order of business being, as Watson suggests, to awaken from our long, troubled sleep.
Patrick Lawrence
Patrick Lawrence is foreign affairs columnist at the Nation. He was a correspondent abroad for many years, chiefly for the Far Eastern Economic Review, the International Herald Tribune and the New Yorker. His most recent book is Time No Longer: Americans after the American Century (Yale).
ENEMY WITHIN
Correspondence
If you are reading this and Donald J. Trump is the president-elect of the United States, we will, thanks to Don Watson, know why.
Nearly two centuries after the appearance of Democracy in America, Watson is within the august penumbra of Alexis de Tocqueville and, for contemporary tragics of the American experience, on par with AdT’s twentieth-century heir, BHL (Bernard-Henri Lévy), whose American Vertigo a decade ago similarly made sense of America and its place in our universe. For this, we are greatly indebted. Watson is the keenest observer, scholar and analyst.
Indeed, if Trump wins – an increasingly unlikely prospect in mid-October – it will be because of what Watson found in his journeys, such as to Janesville, Wisconsin, unknown, we dare say, to 99.999% of Americans, much less the world, until now, with the ascension of its Member of the US House of Representatives, Paul Ryan, to become Speaker, the third-highest constitutional office, and clearly an aspirant, in a post-Trump world, to the presidency itself.
Watson writes of Trump’s appeal:
Trump says, Hand your fear over to me. Hand your loathing over too. I will deal with your enemies as I have dealt with mine. I will give you back your freedom, and your country. Your old lives will be yours to live again. I will halt the terminal decline. American exceptionalism, in which you all hold shares, will be underwritten by an exceptional American.
If only the Donald could read that from a teleprompter and stop getting up at 3 a.m. to attack a former Miss Universe on Twitter. Or get into a fight with the Pope. Or impugn a Vietnam War hero and prisoner-of-war. Or stomp on the grief of an American Muslim family whose son sacrificed his life to save fellow American soldiers in Iraq. Or disparage the integrity of a judge because his parents were from Mexico. Or raise the implicit spectre of unleashed vigilante gun violence against his opponent.
As Watson shows us through his wonderful reporting, a good part of America is ripe for Trump’s message. The anger and frustration of less-educated white men in particular, whose lives have been harmed by economic forces they do not understand and that are beyond their control, who see the country becoming strange to their eyes as its demographic face changes in their lifetimes, who rage against an Imperial City that is dysfunctional, obsessed with itself and its power, greedy and unresponsive to their needs – Watson brings this home to us.
Any Republican candidate can tap into this – and, indeed, the ticket the Democrats feared most was Senator Marco Rubio of Florida and Governor John Kasich of Ohio. They would have been on-message for the angry populist cause, and formed a potent generational, cultural and ideological force to go up against Hillary Clinton. But alas, a split field of fifteen could not stop a determined authoritarian narcissist from his hostile takeover of the Republican Party – his biggest business deal ever, and a massive expansion of the Trump brand. Could be worth billions.
For all of this that Watson chronicles so well, there remains a nagging question. It is not about Trump’s pedigree. His political identity contains many slivers of American extremism and radicalism: Huey Long, Charles Lindbergh, Joe McCarthy, George Wallace, Barry Goldwater, Pat Buchanan, H. Ross Perot. In this mix lies the demagoguery, the racism, the isolationism, the protectionism, the pugilism, the crony capitalism that defines Trump.
The nagging question about Trump is not about his psychological infirmities, which David Brooks has explored in the New York Times, and which many learned medical practitioners will assess in books yet to be written.
The nagging question about this horrible and dangerous man is: how has he been able to persist in a parallel universe in which the normal laws of political gravity do not apply? Where he can say and do the most outrageous and unacceptable things and not be driven from the race? (As a contrast, can you imagine what would have happened if, in 2008, Senator Barack Obama had said at a political rally where some were demonstrating against him, “I want to punch that guy in the face”? He would have been called an uppity racial epithet and been driven from the race within a day.)
Trump commits these political atrocities all the time – and survives. To his tens of millions of supporters, these acts seem not to undercut his legitimacy as a presidential candidate. Why is that?
An explanation may well lie in our culture. In fact, as Trump seeks the West Wing, it may be said that the Trump problem we face began with The West Wing. Aaron Sorkin’s magnificent and magisterial fictional creation of a modern American presidency brought home to tens of millions a demystified – but heroic – White House. It showed us inside the Oval and the Situation rooms, the Lincoln Bedroom and Air Force One, the limo and Camp David, and displayed all the high-intensity people and their purposes, and the toys that make the functioning of the modern presidency possible. It was wildly popular. Indeed, the series has a cult following, even in Australia, and has spawned other shows that have also brought to tens of millions more people, over two decades, the reality television view of Washington: Scandal, State of Affairs, Commander in Chief, Madam Secretary, Veep, Homeland, 24 … and House of Cards.
The theory posited here is that Donald Trump the Presidency is and reflects this declension – that the Trump candidacy is the bastard descendant of The West Wing: that if a real-life candidate appears, with cunning theatrical skills, who has all the presidential accoutrements – the airplane, the chopper, the entourage, the luxury playgrounds, the command over media and television networks, the omnipresence in commentary and analysis – that by having all these stylistic elements of presidential power, millions of people can indeed see, because they have seen it for years on television – and not just heroic versions of the presidency but revolting and perverted depictions of the presidency, such as in House of Cards – that yes, that man Trump could be President of the United States. Who today can know that Frank Underwood would never make it to the White House?
The primal intersection of the Trump parallel universe with the real-world presidential campaign was the “birther” moment in 2011, when the Trump helicopter landed in New Hampshire (gee, looks just like Marine One landing at Camp David! And with breathless wall-to-wall live cable TV coverage of the event!) and Trump took credit for the release of President Obama’s birth certificate. From that moment in New Hampshire, he – and we – were truly off to the races.
And five years later, Trump shows no contrition, makes no apology, for a racist canard designed purely to undercut the legitimacy, for Trump’s supporters, of the first African American president: was Obama really an American by birth and eligible to serve? And still today Trump lies about a tie between the “issue” and Hillary Clinton, a lie he uses to justify his original pursuit of the “issue.”
In September, the Washington Post was told by Leonard Steinhorn, a professor at American University who is teaching a course on communications and the election:
He [Trump] had a lifetime of experience with TV, and he understands the power of the medium in a way that many presidents have not. Donald Trump set out in this campaign to dominate the [TV] experience, to keep people glued in and to define the parameters of how we all experience this election.
The context, the echo chamber, for today’s Trump reality show is a rich cinematic library. In addition to the TV series, we are seeing this man through the lens of a panoply of motion pictures whose actors exhibit presidential virtues, save the country, and sometimes the planet: The American President, Air Force One, Independence Day, Deep Impact, Primary Colors, Dave, In the Line of Fire, White House Down.
To be sure, we see the real-world White House for what it is. But as we are seeing it, we are seeing it through the lens of our entertainment culture. What does everyone say after they see a terrible, violent tragedy in real life, such as a terror attack, a building exploding, a bridge collapse, an airplane crash? “It was just like a movie.” No, it was just like real life.
So the issue is not just that the Trump candidacy resembles a reality television show – something President Obama strenuously called to account in May:
This is a serious job. This is not entertainment, this is not a reality show. This is a contest for the presidency of the United States. What that means is every candidate, every nominee needs to be subject to … exacting standards of genuine scrutiny.
The answer to the nagging question of Trump and why he has got this far, and is only one vote away from becoming president, is that America’s entertainment culture, in the way it portrays the presidency, legitimises even a Donald Trump as a serious contender for the highest office in the land.
As Obama’s former speechwriter Jon Favreau told the New York Times in September:
I worry that if those of us in politics and the media don’t do a lot of soul-searching after this election, a slightly smarter Trump will succeed in the future. For some politicians and consultants, the takeaway from this election will be that they can get away with almost anything.
Trump’s secret to success is not simply being identified with celebrity. Presidents have associated with Hollywood and entertainment since motion pictures were born. In modern times, to cite a handful of examples, Kennedy hung out with Marilyn Monroe, Peter Lawford, Dean Martin and Sammy Davis Jr. Ronald Reagan, an actor himself, was close with Sinatra, Elizabeth Taylor, Jimmy Stewart and dozens of Hollywood moguls and powerbrokers. Clinton with Streisand and Sheryl Crow. Obama with Beyoncé, Oprah, Stevie Wonder, Paul McCartney and so many more.
The issue is not presidential candidates and celebrity. The issue is not reality television. The issue is a culture that has corrupted our view of politics to such a point that perhaps 45 per cent of the country cannot distinguish the virtues of a Trump and a Clinton.
That is our problem.
So what’s the answer? Aaron Sorkin’s team knows what to do. In September, the cast of The West Wing campaigned for Hillary in Ohio. Thank you, President Bartlet! Surely you will prevail again, so that your successor in the Oval Office is worthy of the job and the trust of the American people. This is what it comes down to. A key swing state swayed by the cast of The West Wing. A cultural legacy redeemed.
As Don Watson sincerely hopes will be the case.
Me too.
Bruce Wolpe
Bruce Wolpe was on the Democratic staff in Congress in President Obama’s first term. He is a supporter of Hillary Clinton’s campaign. He is chief of staff to former prime minister Julia Gillard.
FIRING LINE
Response to Correspondence
By the start of the next decade Australia will commence acquiring armed drones. That fact alone is prompting a rethink of how we might go to war, and the systems required to ensure elected representatives exercise effective control over the military. Imagine, if you will, Helen Mirren’s Eye in the Sky played out with Australian faces around the table. We have, I am sure, considerable work yet to do on the institutions that might support such real-time decision-making.
I wrote Firing Line intending it to be the first word, rather than the last, in a new conversation. If the correspondence on the essay is indicative of the prospects for reinvigorating the national conversation on Australia’s place in the world, the role of our military and the essential elements of national security, then I am very pleased and look forward to the conversation yet to unfold. There is much more to say. I said little on the role of international law in making decisions to go to war – a topic I think already receives a rare degree of nuanced coverage in our public debates. Nor, as several correspondents elsewhere have pointed out, did I discuss at all the ethics of going to war. I made almost no mention of terrorism and a range of other national security threats, such as cybersecurity. Discussing a topic as expansive as war in 25,000 words means moving quickly and making hard decisions on what to leave out. I wanted the essay to range broadly from the personal and tactical, through the military and political, all the way to grand and regional strategy, because all of these considerations are necessary to inform a decision to go to war. As Andrew Carr said to me, “What the ordinary soldier goes through and what Xi Jinping wants both matter in this discussion.”
The responses to Firing Line show a consensus that our public debate on defence and national security is underdone. Henry Reynolds notes we have just passed through a federal election in which defence and national security policy barely rated a mention. Indeed, the most prominent defence discussion during the campaign was on whether retired military officers running for office should be allowed to post photos of their previous uniformed career or not (for the record, they should, and I would be surprised if the defence department’s judgment on this passes legal review). Senator Whish-Wilson sees bipartisan consensus on defence as the major problem here, as well as misplaced parliamentary priorities: “Parliament dedicates an inordinate amount of time to scrutinising the details of where defence money is being spent,” he writes, but “Next to no time is given to examining whether this spending serves the aims of a particular strategy.” He worries, too, about “silent running” politicians who are “fearful of speaking out on defence issues” lest they be seen as uninformed. Rory Medcalf, head of the National Security College in Canberra, confirms this impression of a “troubling lack of awareness of security issues among politicians.” Malcolm Garcia identifies one impediment to a more informed public and parliamentary debate: the instinctively secretive culture of the Australian Defence Organisation. Let me note another, articulated by Michael Ware during a discussion of the essay in Brisbane: there will only be a better public debate on security issues when the public demands one.
In the meantime, though, plenty of steps can be taken to improve the capacity of parliament to debate these matters. In addition to the measures I have suggested, Peter Leahy suggests a two-week course on strategic thinking for all parliamentarians. Given the newly elected parliament only gets two days to grapple with a century of parliamentary history and systems, two weeks is a big ask. But the idea of shorter sessions aimed at lifting strategic and defence knowledge among parliamentary staffers is worth pursuing.
Three weeks after Firing Line was published, the Chilcot Inquiry handed down its report. From predictable Australian corners came calls for our own round of war-crimes trials: witch-hunts which would neither help Australia make decisions on war, nor for that matter be likely to succeed in their cause of putting decision-makers in jail. As the Chilcot report makes clear in its 2.6 million words, mistakes were made, rather than deliberate deceptions contrived. Senator Whish-Wilson would like a full and independent inquiry to be held in Australia, but I don’t think that’s likely. I would like to see more on the public record, though, particularly on two issues considered in depth by Chilcot. The first is the effectiveness of Australia’s military strategy in Iraq between 2003 and 2008–09. It was chilling to read of the lack of clarity about the United Kingdom’s military objectives for the Basra-based Multinational Division Southeast, whose headquarters controlled the movements of my unit deployed there in 2005. It was useful to read the analysis of the impact on the British Armed Forces of splitting focus between Afghanistan and Iraq from 2005–06. I have not yet seen a good analysis of how Australia managed the interaction of these two proximate but distinct military theatres. And finally, the examination of the United Kingdom’s ability to influence the United States during a time of crisis is the most illuminating part of the Chilcot report, in my view, with echoes for Australia then and now.
I grappled with how best to incorporate Iraq into my essay, not wanting simply to rehash the debates of the last decade, but keen to acknowledge how large the decision to go to Baghdad looms in the Australian psyche, and also wanting to be upfront about the personal biases inherent in the way I look at that conflict. My shorthand for the impact of Iraq on Australian thinking about war – the Iraq template – clearly needs further elucidation. James Curran’s critique of this is like so many winter mornings spent at the Singleton military range: bracing, but useful. He rightly points out that the Australian government was not “‘coy’ about either the strategic environment or its objectives, especially regarding the implications of the commitment for the US alliance.” I have acknowledged elsewhere the extent of John Howard’s efforts to make the public case for war in Iraq, in the parliament and outside it, including an extensive speech with questions at the National Press Club. I was thinking more of the period after 2003, particularly the difficulty the Rudd and Gillard governments had in discussing Australian deployments to the Middle East, and the deferment of commissioning official histories of recent conflicts. And I acknowledge that alliance considerations were to the fore in calculations then of national interest. In 2016 we run the risk of forgetting the immense pressure that was brought to bear on alliance interests in 2003, and it is important to recall that such considerations led the Japanese prime minister, Junichiro Koizumi, and the Japanese parliament to vote to deploy troops to Iraq – overturning seven decades of pacifism.
Chilcot has led to renewed calls here for parliament to take a greater role in decisions on war, and the Greens have committed to reintroduce their War Powers Bill when the new parliament convenes. I remain unconvinced that a vote before any military deployment is the right course of action, for reasons of both principle and practicality. The executive must preserve the freedom to respond to events, or shape events, with the mandate handed to it by the electorate and should not be excessively hobbled from doing so. Some security crises require a response within days, if not hours – recalling parliament and briefing it on the case for and against deployments would often prove impractical. Judy Betts usefully points out that greater parliamentary involvement in 2003 would not have changed Australia’s response to Iraq, given that the government controlled the lower house of parliament. A joint sitting of the House and Senate, beyond increasing the logistical complexity of a vote on military deployments, would also seem to contravene an elected government’s mandate, and is only to be used on rare occasions to resolve impasse and deadlock.
But the trend in New Zealand, Canada and particularly the United Kingdom is towards greater involvement of parliament in military deployments. There remains a need for a greater systemic role for parliament in decisions to go to war. James Curran asks what point a ninety-day parliamentary committee review of military deployments would serve, given the decision to send troops has already been made. It is a “cumbersome new process” full of red tape, he suggests. Parliamentary review would serve four purposes. First, it would make the review of military deployment automatic and certain: regularising close consideration of military issues and the alignment of military objectives with political strategy. Second, it would increase transparency of decision-making and likely increase confidence and trust among the public. Third, it would allow consideration of views on the deployment from experts and members of the public outside parliament. Last, there is the purpose of broadening an appreciation of what’s at stake in any deployment, and potentially sharpening military strategy through more extensive parliamentary consideration. In arguing for congressional approval of military action in the United States, the Democratic vice-presidential nominee, Senator Tim Kaine, goes further: “It would be the height of public immorality to order service members to risk their lives when the nation’s political leadership has not done the work to reach a consensus about the value of a mission.” Australia is out of step with other democracies on this issue. As Peter Leahy notes, even President Putin is required by law to consult the State Duma when he wishes to deploy the military overseas (though presumably not when little green men are deployed).
The idea of a more integrated national security secretariat, in the form of a national security council (or office of national strategy, as some have suggested), has received a surprising degree of support in my discussions since Firing Line was published. Naturally, there has been some pushback in Canberra, with concerns voiced that current coordination efforts are not being appreciated, or that a new organisation might marginalise existing departments and agencies. Recent developments in Australia’s relationship with China, including the blocked sale of Ausgrid, make even more apparent the need for a better-coordinated approach to national security. It is odd that the necessarily reactive Foreign Investment Review Board has become the default body to meld security and economic assessments of the national interest. James Curran is concerned that a national security secretariat might become an echo chamber for the prime minister. Perhaps, but it is no more or less likely to become an echo chamber than a prime ministerial intelligence agency like the Office of National Assessments. Far more pressing is the question of where the strategists to staff this new office might come from: Malcolm Garcia suspects from the military, others have concluded from DFAT. For the most part, we will have to train them anew: policy expertise runs deep within government, strategy expertise less so. As Kim Beazley notes, “we have got out of the habit of this thinking.” The need to get back in the habit is pressing.
It is a ticklish matter for me to assess the national security leadership of Tony Abbott, who was replaced as prime minister by my father-in-law. But I think the Abbott example is an important one and worth examining in detail. James Curran criticises my “sensational claims” that “the former prime minister suggested the dispatch of 1000 Australian troops to Ukraine in the wake of the shooting down of MH17, and that he wanted to send 3500 diggers into Iraq to combat ISIS,” and concludes that, “The most respected political journalists in the country have debunked both claims.”
That is wrong. On the Ukraine deployment, Paul Kelly wrote: “Abbott’s every instinct is to deploy Australian military and police assets and he needs to be persuaded by his advisers from such options … In the early days of the crisis several weeks ago Abbott wanted to put 1000 Australian troops onto the crash site in conjunction with 1000 Dutch troops. Nothing better testifies to his outrage at the event and his keenness to deploy Australian assets in a cause that affected Australians. This option remained on the table for a few days.”
Chris Uhlmann wrote: “Last August no one in the hierarchy rushed to deny a report in the Australian that said Mr Abbott wanted to put 1,000 troops into Ukraine, following the shooting down of Malaysia Airlines flight MH17. That was because everyone agreed it was true.”
Abbott himself confirmed this in parliament in February 2015: “There was talk with the Dutch about a joint operation … This arose out of the most important and the most necessary discussions between the Dutch military and our own to uphold and defend our vital national interests and to do the right thing by the people of our country.”
The Iraq report is more contested. Prime Minister Abbott, along with defence chiefs, carefully refuted the notion that Australia was informally or formally planning unilateral action in Iraq, and reiterated that there were “no plans to put Australian combat troops on the ground.” Notably, though, the Australian did not issue a retraction of the story and Chris Uhlmann concluded that the possibility remained that “the idea of sending troops to Iraq was raised inside the bunker of the Prime Minister’s office.”
Since Firing Line was published, the Australian’s Cameron Stewart and Paul Maley have published a series of articles illuminating the Abbott cabinet’s deliberations on deploying the military to fight against ISIS in Iraq and Syria. One of their insights is that in the latter half of 2014, just before the above refutations were being issued, Abbott was actively exploring military options to send further teams of special forces into Iraq. Stewart and Maley report:
Attorney-General George Brandis said Abbott was “almost visibly frustrated” at the limits of Australian power … Abbott’s defence minister David Johnston said the prime minister’s frustration sometimes bordered on a desire for unilateralism. “He was quite unilateral in his proposition of what we could do and what we should do,” Johnston said. “I just kept right away from it. Whenever we had an NSC meeting I used to say, ‘We need to be very careful about doing things unilaterally.’”
The substantive issue here is what these episodes reveal about our national decision-making when it comes to military force, in particular the role of the prime minister. Curran concludes that this period shows the system works: the checks and balances of the national security committee of cabinet kept Abbott’s eagerness in check. I instead see this as the equivalent of an aviation near-miss. The conclusion Abbott voiced in parliament that Ukraine was a “vital national interest” of Australia is concerning, and the quantity of military (as well as intelligence) resources devoted was problematic. Curran is more sanguine about this than me: “After all, only a small number of special forces soldiers were sent to support police investigators in the Ukraine, and 200 were sent to Iraq.” But this misses the point. When you have only a small defence force, deploying such numbers is a risky overcommitment that leaves you exposed elsewhere. Roughly a third of Australia’s special forces were deployed to Iraq. Considering the numbers in training or on standby for domestic counter-terrorism, this left precious few to respond to any other crises. It’s one thing for a prime minister privately to canvass a range of military options behind doors; it’s another for the options canvassed to be outside the realms of reasonableness. And these crises unfolded over months in countries in which our vital national interests were not engaged. What would it have looked like were the issues to have played out over days, in parts of the world where our national interests were vitally engaged? Or in a strategic environment involving newer and more complex forms of warfare? Curran is satisfied that prime ministers and the national security system are up to the challenge. I hope he is right.
There is another important factor here. Kim Beazley refers to Australia as having conducted “demonstrations” with its military. That’s an important military term; a demonstration does not rely on having a detailed plan – mission success is just showing up. There is an element of this in Australia’s deployments to the Middle East that Malcolm Garcia charts. It is intrinsic in the set-and-forget political culture around some of the ADF’s missions in the past decade. Operational and strategic considerations converge in Australian military decision-making: indeed, in a military of the size of Australia’s, it is debatable whether you can have an operational level where politics doesn’t matter and military commanders are left to make decisions freely. But it is clear that the Australian Defence Force being built right now is intended to do more than just conduct military demonstrations, and that is a step-change our political leaders will need to adjust to.
The Permanent Court of Arbitration ruling of early July has brought some of the security issues in Australia’s region to the fore with more force than expected. As I travelled around Australia speaking to audiences about this Quarterly Essay, I was surprised at how many were completely unaware of developments in the South China Sea before the PCA’s judgment. Kim Beazley has made, as you would expect, a sophisticated argument about how Australia should decide what to do next in the South China Sea, and has reminded us of our longstanding interests and presence in maritime Southeast Asia. Freedom-of-navigation operations in the South China Sea are certainly an option to be kept in our security toolkit, but it is hard to see how an Australian frigate steaming within twelve nautical miles of Fiery Cross Reef would change the Chinese calculus on the costs of island-building and militarisation right now. It seems likely that these regional issues of maritime assertiveness will increasingly leach into the US–China strategic relationship, although in the long term both China and the United States are motivated to stabilise the relationship and avoid conflict. Australia has a part to play in resisting any move to assert an air defence identification zone in the South China Sea, and in encouraging peaceful resolution of overlapping territorial claims. But this is about more than freedom-of-navigation operations. The Australian public is getting wise to the issues at play in the South China Sea, and the wider strategic competition in Asia. The responses to Olympian Mack Horton’s comments, and to the Chinese newspaper Global Times urging “revenge” on Australia (“an ideal target for China to warn and strike”), have sharpened appreciated of some of the less palatable trends apparent in China’s rise. “Australia’s power means nothing compared to the security of China,” the Global Times warned.
Henry Reynolds is more concerned with the power imbalance between the United States and Australia, and considers my reference to the alliance as a marriage as “a strange and troubling description.” He needn’t be concerned that I am a soppy alliance sentimentalist, but it is important to acknowledge that beyond the general alignment of Australian and American national interests, our two countries share social capital that should not be underestimated and which remains important to our foreign and defence policy. I am realistic about our ability to influence the course of affairs in Washington. I reject Reynolds’ slippery syllogism that “alliance means war – and wars that Australia would otherwise have avoided.” It’s true that one of Australia’s chief talking points in the alliance to date has been our reliability when it comes to fighting with America around the globe, but the path forward for Australia and America’s alliance involves more than “incessant military engagement.” I’m struck by the fact that Reynolds deems me a militarist too dismissive of the “other people’s wars” thesis, while James Curran suggests I’m an old-left radical nationalist who is embracing this notion. The contrast suggests Firing Line is on the right path to what Rory Medcalf has suggested could be a more inclusive conversation about security.
James Brown
James Brown is a former Australian Army officer, who commanded a cavalry troop in southern Iraq, served at the Australian taskforce headquarters in Baghdad and was attached to Special Forces in Afghanistan. He is the research director and an adjunct associate professor at the US Studies Centre, University of Sydney. He is the author of Anzac’s Long Shadow.
FIRING LINE
Correspondence
James Brown’s Firing Line fills a real gap in Australian public debate. He draws attention compellingly to the poor state of understanding of how and why Australia decides to use force to protect and advance its interests. Brown brings home to us the realities of international security, in a fitting sequel to his book Anzac’s Long Shadow, which identified the contradiction between many Australians’ obsession with a stylised military history and their relative indifference to today’s defence force. He warns that our nation has barely begun to think hard about the war-and-peace decisions that loom in the difficult decades ahead. War is not obsolete and, in an uncertain, complex and connected world, no island is an island. Australia cannot and should not be a bystander.
On all these counts Brown is right, and has done Australia a service. But what is also needed is a set of guidelines to help us make the best decisions in the national interest. How much danger and responsibility should Australia be willing to countenance when contributing to the international struggle against jihadist terrorism, which attacks the trust and tolerance underpinning our society? How important, by comparison, are inter-state security challenges (which are almost entirely posed by the rise of China and the resurgence of Russia)? Ultimately, what risks and costs should Australia be willing to incur to discourage armed coercion in the Asian strategic order, including in the South China Sea? In an Australia where political views and perceptions of national interest are becoming increasingly fragmented – an Australia that is a mosaic of more people from more places and backgrounds than ever before – it is becoming ever harder for a government to find effective policy answers to these questions, or to mobil-ise and maintain public support when it does.
To be fair, to address these questions fully would require a longer format – after all, a signature quality of the Quarterly Essay is its capacity to make us ask the difficult questions, rather than to claim to have all the answers.
Two other observations: one about the education of our political class, the other about the nature of conflict. A theme of the essay – and, indeed, of some of Brown’s previous work, including reports he and I co-authored for the Lowy Institute – is the often troublingly low awareness of security issues among parliamentarians. Brown commendably proposes a much more comprehensive range of parliamentary committees on security matters, but our political representatives would not want to go into them cold.
Thus, he also notes that institutions such as the Australian National University can help equip our political class to think about security – and certainly I would be happy for my own part of ANU, the National Security College, to step up in that regard. This means more than briefings and courses for parliamentarians (as rightly recommended by Peter Leahy). Equally important is the need to ground the procession of political staffers in the realities of defence, security and the national interest.
Brown sensibly points out that the nature of conflict is changing rapidly. While the threat of force has resurfaced in international affairs – in truth, it never went away – it would be a mistake to expend great effort to prepare the Australian public and political elite only for conflicts that echo those of the past. Brown focuses especially on the astounding changes in technology which should alert us against investing overwhelmingly in, say, submarines and warships: space, cyber, “swarming weaponised drones,” shape-changing objects from 4D (yes, 4D) printing, changes in biologics and nanoscience.
What is also changing profoundly is the nature of conflict and the scenarios in which Australia may need to use its security capabilities – and not only the armed forces. Put simply, the barriers between international and domestic security, and between security and economics, are breaking down. We are seeing a nexus of domestic and international threats; of risks that simultaneously confront government, private and community interests. These challenges – from terrorism to cyber infiltration to potentially harmful geo-economic influence – place a new premium on partnerships. And some of those problems will need to be met on Australian soil, involving new roles for the Australian Defence Force.
Australia’s security is no longer a problem for the Commonwealth government alone: it will necessitate cooperation with the states and territories, with business, with the many cultures of the Australian community, and with international partners. These are all reasons for a broader national conversation about security, to which Firing Line is a valuable contribution.
Rory Medcalf
Rory Medcalf is Head of the National Security College at the Australian National University. Formerly, he led the international security program for the Lowy Institute. He was on the independent expert panel for the 2016 Defence White Paper.
FIRING LINE
Correspondence
In his timely and important Quarterly Essay, James Brown states that there are few things more important for a nation to decide than what it is willing to fight for. I would contend that in Australia, in the absence of public interest in the study of conflict (due to a combination of Anzac-fixated neglect and a peculiar concern, identified by Brown, that to talk about war is somehow to make it more likely), our national security establishment has made a determination on our behalf. In their minds, what we are willing to fight for is maintenance of the Australia–America alliance.
Freed from the need to explain to a largely uninterested Australian public why the government has, since 1999, almost continuously been sending soldiers, sailors and airmen into harm’s way, the Canberra establishment has been able to act more deftly than its foreign equivalents. Through skill and intelligence, and some luck, it has contributed to American-led military operations, demonstrating a desire to shoulder some of the burden of the Australia–America alliance. It has also been able to minimise the likelihood of casualties which would cause public questioning of what our military is doing, and, by extension, of the value of the alliance.
Like Brown, I find it difficult to place my experience of the Iraq War in the national political discourse. In mid-2003, I had the first of several deployments to the Middle East as part of an RAAF AP-3C Orion detachment. Soon after my arrival, the mission of this detachment experienced a major change. Until then the Orions had almost exclusively been conducting patrols of the Arabian Gulf and the Arabian Sea. But now the detachment was to conduct missions over Iraq. The Orion crews were largely untrained for these overland flights and the aircraft themselves had only recently been fitted with new equipment to conduct the task. Each with their complement of ten aircrew, the Orions proceeded to inspect the electricity powerlines of Iraq. The reason for the task was that former regime elements (FREs, just one of the acronyms used over the years to describe enemies of the Coalition) were powerlines to cripple the country.
Each sortie lasted upwards of eight hours, and the video collected was painstakingly examined by analysts for evidence of damaged powerlines. Reports and images were then dispatched to military headquarters in Bahrain, Qatar and Baghdad. After several weeks, staff from the Orion detachment inquired about the result of the missions and the usefulness of the reporting. The response from headquarters was that while the information produced was greatly appreciated, this task should ideally have been assigned to unmanned aerial vehicles, not to the Orions. Subsequently, the powerline reconnaissance task stopped.
To the national security establishment the Orion detachment was a neat response to American requests for a contribution. The aircraft and crews had trained with their American counterparts; the air threat environment was relatively benign; and the missions conducted provided a possibly useful, but not critical, contribution – they showed we were “doing something.” But the “set-and-forget” nature of Australian military contributions, as discussed by Brown, raises the question: if Orion detachment staff had not inquired about the result, how much longer would these aircraft and crews have been conducting the mission?
It was not only in the Iraq War that we made low-risk, nominal contributions to the Australia–America alliance. Canberra’s response to Iraq’s invasion of Kuwait in 1990 – which was only repulsed after a massive campaign of air strikes and assault by armoured vehicles – was to send three RAN ships. And in the aftermath of 9/11, a detachment of RAAF F/A-18 Hornets was sent not to the battlefields of Afghanistan, but to the isolated atoll of Diego Garcia, 1800 kilometres south of the subcontinent, to conduct uneventful patrols over the American base there for six months. Both of these contributions fit the template of a cost-effective alliance, even though they were unlikely to fit public perceptions of contributing in a valuable way to something Australia has decided it is willing to fight for.
Brown also highlights the difference between Australia and the United States when it comes to open discussion of military matters, pointing out the Australian government’s desire to portray the basing of American marines in Darwin as nothing special and its reflexive denial of possible deployment of American bombers to Australia. This difference is also seen in the ways America and Australia have publicised their military presence in the South China Sea. While a US Navy Poseidon aircraft invited a CNN news crew aboard for a sortie (accompanied by the commander of American maritime patrol aircraft in the Pacific) to show the encroach of China, an Australian Orion patrol was only accidentally discovered to be in the area by a news crew from the BBC. The response from Canberra to this was that the Orion patrol was routine and that challenges from the Chinese military were not unique.
It is because military decision-making is in the hands of our national security establishment that there is an instinctive culture of secrecy. The members of this establishment have dealt with classified material for hours of every day over several years of their careers, with little requirement to explain what they do to the public, or even to the country’s elected representatives. The longevity of tenure in the national security establishment probably also helps explain why there is not the same tradition of selected leaking as in America, as well as why there is a dearth of retired senior officers offering opinions on military issues.
What can be done to improve the situation? I disagree with Brown’s suggestion to establish a national security council with a new national security adviser (NSA). Such an organisation would almost certainly be filled with longstanding members of the national security establishment, with an NSA who would likely have senior officer experience in the SASR (Special Air Services Regiment), which is coincidentally one of the most secretive parts of the ADF.
Brown points out that compared to other nations the decision to go to war in Australia lacks substantial political oversight. Perhaps if prime ministers were required to secure the approval of both houses of parliament before deploying troops overseas – for any deployment longer than ninety days, so as to allow for rapid response to a crisis – the public would be better informed about the goal of the mission and when it will likely end. Parliamentarians from both sides of the aisle should be considered mature enough to be entrusted with information that can make our elected representatives part of the important discussion of determining what our nation is willing to fight for.
Malcolm Garcia
Malcolm Garcia is a former officer in the Royal Australian Air Force who served in tactical, operational and strategic positions. He is the author of several novels, the latest being Kill-Capture.
FIRING LINE
Correspondence
James Brown’s Firing Line was well timed: it was released as the Chilcot Inquiry report was handed down in the United Kingdom. In a sad reminder of how devastating the invasion of Iraq has been, the release of the report coincided with the deadliest attack in Iraq since the 2003 invasion. Brown’s essay is in part a personal account of wartime experiences in both Iraq and Afghanistan, which puts a human face on the consequences of decisions made by people far removed from the dust and danger of war.
Brown makes a number of suggestions for improving the decision-making process for going to war, a process that is currently flawed by the domination of one person (the prime minister). With the benefit of hindsight, and lessons learnt from the Chilcot Inquiry, would Brown’s measures have saved Australia from its decision to join the Coalition of the Willing in what has variously been described as “the worst foreign policy disaster in US history” and “the worst British foreign policy blunder since the Suez”?
First, would a national security council have made a difference? As John Howard himself has pointed out, it is not intelligence agencies that make decisions about going to war. Going to war is a policy decision and such decisions are made on the basis of policy advice, not intelligence advice. Intelligence advice is just one input to considerations which need to be more strategic and holistic.
There is little on the public record about the nature and content of the policy advice provided to government about sending Australian troops to Iraq. Such advice was excluded from the terms of reference of the 2003 Inquiry into Intelligence on Iraq’s Weapons of Mass Destruction by a parliamentary joint committee (Jull Inquiry) and the 2004 Inquiry into Australian Intelligence Agencies by Philip Flood.
However, Paul Kelly, on page 260 of The March of Patriots, paints a picture of a public service far removed from the “mythical age of ‘frank and fearless’ advice much romanticised by the media.”
None of the three critical policy departments – Prime Minister and Cabinet, Foreign Affairs and Trade, and Defence – offered advice which questioned the wisdom of going to war. This was confirmed in interviews with a number of senior public servants. Apart from the final submission when cabinet decided to go to war, on 17 March 2003, there was no formal advice from the bureaucracy which examined the merits of such an action. Submissions to the National Security Committee of Cabinet addressed issues of military capability and logistics: implementation, rather than any consideration of the decision itself.
For a national security council to be effective, the government of the day would need to be willing to listen to advice and the staff of the organisation would have to be willing to be “apolitical” and provide “the Government with advice that is frank, honest, timely and based on the best available evidence” in accordance with Australian Public Service values.
Would increased parliamentary oversight, as Brown recommends, have improved accountability? In the case of the Iraq war, the Jull committee’s findings were potentially quite damaging, but clever media management by the Howard government (including the selective leaking of parts of the report) dissipated the public and political will to take matters further. The Jull Inquiry found that:
The case made by the government was that Iraq possessed WMD in large quantities and posed a grave and unacceptable threat to the region and the world, particularly as there was a danger that Iraq’s WMD might be passed to terrorist organisations … This is not the picture that emerges from an examination of all the assessments provided to the Committee by Australia’s two analytical agencies … The statements by the Prime Minister and Ministers are more strongly worded than most of the AIC [Australian Intelligence Community] judgements.
A leak to the media, two weeks before the report’s official release, primed journalists to see the key issue as politicisation of advice from the Office of National Assessments. As a result, many journalists missed the significance of the most critical finding in the report: namely that, on the basis of the advice of Australia’s own intelligence agencies, there was no compelling case for war.
There are many parallels with the Chilcot findings. The UK (read “Australia”) chose to join the invasion of Iraq before the peaceful options for disarmament had been exhausted. Military action was not a last resort. The judgments (read “statements by Prime Minister Howard and Minister for Foreign Affairs Alexander Downer”) about the severity of the threat posed by Iraq’s weapons of mass destruction were presented with a certainty that was not justified. Despite explicit warnings (read “from Mick Keelty, head of the Australian Federal Police”), the consequences of the invasion were underestimated.
Finally, James Brown argues that there is a compelling case for parliament to be given the power to review “within a period of, say, ninety days” whether a military response is “in the strategic national interest.” Would this – or any other parliamentary requirement – have made a difference in the case of going to war in Iraq in 2003?
In the three countries that formed the Coalition of the Willing – the US, UK and Australia – there were parliamentary/congressional debates over going to war. In Australia, the parliamentary debate was held on 20 March 2003, after the prime minister and his cabinet had formally decided, on 17 March, to join the Coalition. In the UK, while the executive has the power to declare war without going to parliament, Blair sought parliamentary approval because he did not have the endorsement of cabinet or the support of his party. Chilcot found that almost all of the substantive war-related decisions had been made without reference to the full cabinet. In the United States it is a constitutional requirement that Congress approve any decision to go to war. Military action was authorised in October 2002, on the (flawed) advice that Saddam Hussein continued to possess and develop a significant chemical and biological weapons capability and was actively seeking a nuclear weapons capability.
It would seem that a parliamentary vote or power of veto, especially where the prime minister’s party has the numbers in the House, would not have prevented Australia’s participation in the disastrous Iraq venture.
Brown’s essay is a valuable piece which offers a unique perspective. His proposals have merit and are worth exploring, but of themselves would not necessarily have prevented a determined and skilled political leader from getting his way, as Howard did on Iraq.
There are checks on power. Nothing substitutes for public servants who give frank and fearless advice; media outlets with the time and tenacity to do detailed investigative journalism; principled Opposition politicians with the energy and determination to keep governments accountable; a vigilant public; and whistleblowers with the courage to speak out. Given that Australia’s next military involvement is likely to require a more nuanced approach to the US alliance, it is terrifying to contemplate that we may not have learnt from our mistakes.
Judy Betts
Judy Betts has recently completed a PhD on the Australian media and the Iraq war.
FIRING LINE
Correspondence
A government faces few bigger decisions than whether to commit young Australians to war. So it is striking how rarely questions about defence spending and national security policy figure in Australia’s public and political discourse, especially in parliament.
Firing Line is an important contribution to what passes as debate on Australia’s security interests and priorities. As in Anzac’s Long Shadow, James Brown isn’t afraid to challenge taboos. It is always encouraging when insight and critique are provided by someone of Brown’s military and professional standing, as they are less easy to dismiss.
There is much to respond to in Firing Line, but I will limit my comments to two areas. First, James Brown notes that our country’s national security apparatus is “entirely underscrutinised, and it shows.” Based on my experience as a senator, I agree. “It is extraordinary,” Brown writes, “that so little infrastructure is dedicated to parsing the issues of war.” In the last parliament, I sat on both the Joint Standing Committee on Treaties and the Senate Standing Committee on Foreign Affairs, Defence and Trade. I understand full well what Brown means when he says that our oversight of defence matters is both “underdone and weak.”
Following the release of the 2016 Defence White Paper in February, I bantered with a few well-known journalists at Aussies Café in Parliament House. “What’s wrong with you, Whish-Wilson, are you un-Australian? Where’s your patriotism?” they chided, smiling.
As the Greens spokesperson for Defence, I had been outspoken that week, questioning the need to increase defence spending to an arbitrary 2 per cent of GDP when there had been no escalation in Australia’s overall security threat, and when such an increase ran the risk of dragging the nation into an arms race in the Asia-Pacific region. I also noted that the white paper had been repeatedly delayed, seemingly to coincide with an election year. This risked politicising defence procurement programs and dressing up industry policy as defence policy.
I also warned that without scrutiny and oversight, this increase in defence spending, the biggest outside wartime, brought with it enormous opportunity costs and risk of waste. Every extra dollar spent on defence equipment could potentially be better spent on foreign aid, infrastructure or climate change adaptation, without detracting from both the overt and implicit aims of the white paper.
These seemed reasonable concerns. But my Greens colleagues and I were the only ones in the Senate to raise them, and among very few in the wider parliamentary circles to do so publicly.
It is the job of a parliamentarian, especially in Opposition, to ask hard questions and scrutinise government decisions. But in recent years, Liberal and Labor have been in on virtually all matters of defence and national security – in furious agreement on recent Iraqi and Syrian deployments, draconian new intelligence laws, the machinations of the secretive Operation Sovereign Borders, and now the decision to ramp up defence spending with record-breaking procurement programs.
To many Australians, this unity ticket seems odd. Parliament dedicates an inordinate amount of time to scrutinising the details of where and how defence money is being spent. This gives the appearance of an Opposition doing its job and occupies a lot of time in Senate Estimates. In reality there is little scrutiny of substance on the public record. Next to no time is given to examining whether this spending serves a particular strategy, let alone whether the strategy is the right one in the first place.
In politics, decisions are based on both party policy and the political realities and practicalities of the day. The reality in this country is that we have an aggressive and belligerent right-wing media promoting conservative agendas, especially in defence and national security. Some elements of the Murdoch press, first and foremost, are only too keen to attack and ridicule politicians who don’t support certain agendas. I have been on the receiving end of such attacks. They are designed to belittle the individual, and to undermine or silence proper debate. And they work. I know from conversations with parliamentarians across the political spectrum that there is deep fear of repercussions for speaking out on defence procurement, national security or our participation in foreign conflicts.
The risk of losing political skin is a disincentive to asking too many questions or rocking the boat. Politicians fear being seen to be not “across your brief” – in what are often highly detailed and complex matters. At a more basic level, they fear being accused of not supporting the troops or undermining a strong national defence. This “silent running” acts as a significant and dangerous barrier to transparency and scrutiny.
I’m glad that James Brown has highlighted particular issues that arose during Tony Abbott’s time as prime minister and the pressure Abbott put on our national security apparatus and defence personnel. But Captain Brown was being diplomatic. As I see it, Abbott repeatedly politicised national security issues – especially the threat of violent extremism within Australian borders – for political gain. While instances of extremism are real and need to be taken seriously, the politicisation of this issue was both counter-productive and dangerous. This has noticeably cooled since Malcolm Turnbull became prime minister, although the popular and divisive political rhetoric of One Nation threatens to revive the national security dog-whistle.
Given the recent social media frenzy on the national security threat posed by Islamic extremism, I am inclined to disagree with Brown’s assertion that “for much of the Australian public, Australia’s strategic environment has become somewhat safer” and that “war has largely ceased to be a threat.” In an age of global media providing saturation coverage of acts of violence and terror, I believe that we have rarely felt more unsafe or more under siege. In recent surveys such as the Lowy Institute Poll, the threat of violent extremism ranks as this nation’s biggest insecurity.
This brings me to my second issue with Firing Line: the idea that we need to move beyond the legacy of the Iraq War and seek new “templates” under which to consider the path to war – or its avoidance.
This is unlikely while the conflict in Iraq remains ongoing and unexamined. Only a full and independent inquiry into Australia’s contribution to the 2003 invasion of Iraq and its aftermath will suffice if we are to learn from our mistakes and recast the debate. This examination is long overdue.
We are also unlikely to move on from the Iraq War while the larger political and media context of this conflict is what journalist Peter Greste calls the “appallingly named War on Terror.”
When discussing the changing nature of war and how Australians perceive conflict, Brown acknowledges “that mental line has moved further and further outwards, pushed by myriad factors since 1945.” Brown suggests that following the invasion of Iraq, there has been public confusion over current or future paths to war, and consequently disengagement. This is perfectly understandable, reflecting the fact that many Australians feel they are in a perpetual state of war – the “long war” promised by Dick Cheney.
I would argue that as a nation we perceive ourselves to be – and in reality are – less safe now because of the so-called “War on Terror.” Australians rightly question the necessity of foreign deployments and are sceptical of the need to ramp up military spending.
However, this will not be enough to prevent future catastrophes such as Australia’s participation in the unilateral invasion of Iraq as it doesn’t address the core issue that this decision was not made by the entire parliament, but rather by one or a handful of politicians within the executive.
The Chilcot Inquiry has provided us with a chilling indictment of the flawed processes that allowed a few ideologically motivated individuals to lead us into a catastrophic war in Iraq. James Brown also acknowledges that “the way a country prepares for war, the assessment it makes of possible threats, is a deeply human process, prone to bias and instinct.” It is therefore surprising that he doesn’t support giving war powers to parliament, rather than to members of our nation’s executive, who are more often than not motivated by their own narrow political and ideological objectives.
I disagree with Brown that giving parliament war powers would inhibit any “effective response to a crisis.” Any legislation would be structured so that parliament makes the initial decision to go to war, but does not make the operating decisions during the conduct of any conflict. Most importantly, participation must be decided by a conscience vote. Given the gravity of war and the risks posed to the lives and wellbeing of those who serve, each and every parliamentarian should have this decision on their conscience.
Brown feels that Australians are making broader national security decisions based on “instincts, not insights.” That may be true, but when the available insights are often heavily politicised by the Murdoch tabloids, and the bipartisan political interests of the two major parties and other vested interests, the public’s tendency to be deceived, to fail to trust or to disengage entirely, is perfectly understandable.
It is critical that trust be restored. At a recent lecture I attended during the Tamar Peace Festival, Julian Burnside QC stated that “the path to peace starts with honesty.” We can start being honest by holding an open and independent inquiry into Australia’s role in the Iraq War, introducing new legislation to give parliament a conscience vote on future deployments, and adopting new ways to scrutinise defence spending and matters of national security.
Peter Whish-Wilson
Peter Whish-Wilson was elected a Greens senator for Tasmania in 2012. He is a graduate of the Australian Defence Force Academy and pursued a career in international finance before moving to Tasmania, where he was a lecturer in economics and finance at the University of Tasmania, a wine-maker and an activist.
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On my desk sits a photo that was a departure gift from David Shear, then the Assistant Secretary of Defense for Asian and Pacific Security Affairs in the Pentagon. It is of a Chinese warship, snapped from behind a group of waving American sailors on the deck of an American destroyer. The Chinese ship is shadowing the American one as it undertakes a freedom-of-navigation operation in the South China Sea. A note reads: “Kim – hope to see your guys doing this soon. With great respect and appreciation. Dave Shear.” Good-natured but pointed humour. It reflects the American expectation that Australians will emerge from calculation of our own interests, in the region of most vital importance to us, and where we are a substantial player, with a determination to demonstrate the validity of the rules governing the global commons. It would help if the United States not only upheld the rules established by the United Nations Convention on the Law of the Sea, but also ratified them. We have done so. In our most recent defence white paper, these rules influence how we equip our armed forces and how we see our responsibilities in the region.
Our ally knows we struggle with decisions to utilise our military forces in support of political objectives in parts of Southeast Asia. If longevity of engagement confers legitimacy on operations, history affirms our right to be a participant in upholding the Law of the Sea in the region. Under the command of General Douglas MacArthur, and with the help of the US Navy, Australian forces conducted the last two amphibious operations of World War II in the zone, at Tarakan and Balikpapan. These operations preceded the Chinese territorial sea claim of the nine-dash line. As that claim incubated in the bowels of the Chinese government, having originated with its nationalist predecessor, Australia was routinely engaged in British struggles with a communist insurgency in Malaya and later in confrontation with Indonesia on behalf of the emerging Malaysian government. As the British withdrew east of Suez, Australia assumed the primary external role in the most longstanding, non-American-involved military alliance in the zone, the Five Power Defence Arrangement, covering Malaysia and Singapore. A RAAF officer still commands the air defence of the Malay Peninsula. Pursuant to this agreement, since the early 1970s Australia has conducted routine air and naval patrols in the South China Sea. The Five Power arrangement also sees permanent rotation of elements of Australian ground forces. These activities have the overt support of two of the South China Sea’s littoral states, Malaysia and Singapore, and the implicit support of most of the others. That included China at the time it was in intense disagreement with its Soviet neighbour. Less extensively supported, yet still by some, was Australian involvement in the war in Vietnam (our largest engagement in the zone after World War II).
Today, Australian officials are frequently told by their Chinese counterparts that we have no rights in the game of claim settlement in the zone and no business inserting ourselves in its processes. Our response is that our interest is not in a claim, but in the peaceful legal settlement of claims. Our history and commitments give us at least as much right to engage as anyone else. That we will is regionally acceptable.
From the American point of view, when it comes to external powers we are all there is. This is thoroughly understood by Australia’s political leaders. There is no question in their minds that militarising reefs and rocks in the South China Sea is not lawful and produces regional tensions. At the same time, they are aware that the complexities are little understood by the Australian public. They see the danger of accidental clashes. Moreover, there is a constant drumroll from semi-official Chinese media threatening action against Australian units. In one of the latest, on 30 July 2016, the Global Times argued, “If Australia steps into the South China Sea waters, it will be an ideal target for China to warn and strike.” Maybe. Were that to occur, it would be a real test of ANZUS. This would be an attack on the forces of one of the signatories going about its legitimate business in the Pacific. A substantial response would be required, although Chinese writers seem little concerned by, or else ignorant of, that fact. When it comes to balancing friendships and alliances, this is where the rubber hits the road. The issue is what is sufficient to maintain our position, how we advise our allies and friends on our response, and what theirs ought to be. The question arises: is our decision-making structured in a way that most effectively processes decisions about conflict? James Brown, in his eloquent essay, seeks to answer that.
Firing Line lifts the debate about our military strategy and planning as we contemplate how we will spend the $450 billion the white paper outlaid for future defence spending. And, more importantly, how we will use the force structure created. How we should contemplate and organise for the possibility of war. How we should calculate interests and possibilities. When engaged, how we will assess the relevant force levels, identify desirable outcomes and conclusions. We have got out of the habit of this thinking. In the 1980s, with the Vietnam experience behind us and the Nixon Doctrine with us, these issues were more on the table. Concepts of warning time were worked through at length. Levels of threat were identified, and decisions about force structure made accordingly. Command arrangements were adjusted to ensure effective planning. At the time, mobilisation studies of our national assets in pursuit of self-reliant strategies were all the go. This level of detail featured in none of the succeeding white papers.
The problem was the dominant focus on a single scenario: the defence of our approaches at a time when no regional power was likely to be able to mount a substantial challenge any time soon. Activities further afield were seen principally in the context of a political contribution to allies or UN-based missions. Our experience since then is that although tasks have been manifold, and successfully accomplished, they have not been subject to the same disciplined thinking. Where we have been in the lead, as with East Timor and the Solomon Islands, James Brown’s strictures on planning have been reasonably well met. Where we have not been in the lead, our decision-makers have been challenged. He has put forward a set of proposals which are certainly worth detailed thought. Central to that is how we advise our principal ally on how we match our interests with theirs and how we calculate costs and benefits in our region and more broadly. The Americans perceive us now as a highly valuable interlocutor, particularly on regional matters. This was made clear in US Secretary of Defense Ashton Carter’s speech to the recent Shangri-La Dialogue, where he said: “The US–Australia alliance is, more and more, a global one. As our two nations work together to uphold freedom of navigation and overflight across this region, we are also accelerating the defeat of ISIL together in Iraq and Syria.”
Our ally views us very differently than was anticipated back in 1987. We are not just seen as a willing provider of another flag. We are perceived as adding real capability. Ours may be niche contributions, but they have real military value. In the Iraq War, we were assigned the task of preventing missile launches against Israel from Iraq’s western desert. In Afghanistan, at the height of the commitment, we had the task of handling the affairs of a difficult province, Oruzgan. That task expanded to assisting in neighbouring, and much more difficult, Kandahar. More recently, our re-engagement in Iraq includes leading in one of three major training bases established for Iraqi forces. We have had distinct views on how that struggle is pursued, some of it captured in what appeared to be a well-sourced article in the Weekend Australian of 23–24 July, although I think the headline “Obama ‘Too Soft’ in Fight against ISIS” overstated. It is a complex struggle fraught with internal political difficulties in Baghdad. The Pentagon, more than Obama – though he as well – has been sensitive to the Iraqi view that it is their fight and that excessive reliance on foreign forces is domestically, politically, counter-productive. We have been alert to this sensitivity. Differing perspectives have been nuanced rather than absolute, with Iraqi government views respected at all times. As appropriate, our position has been determined by our own analysis of what needs to be done in the struggle with ISIS. We should be under no illusion: our troops are in harm’s way. We are taking that responsibility seriously, with senior decision-makers deeply engaged. It is a fight not yet won. If and when James Brown’s suggested structure is considered, it will be a core case study.
Most Australian commentators write without a full appreciation of how deep our defence involvement is with the United States. In a sense, our public commentary reflects something of the “frog in boiling water” phenomenon. To use another analogy, we miss the wood for the trees. The last two decades has seen an accumulation of actions and judgment which has brought this about. This is not the place to look at that in detail. However, some points can be made.
On the intelligence side, there have been regular visits by the most senior American officials. They do not occur unannounced, and they reflect what one expert told me: that the volume of exchange with Australia is now the most extensive of the United States’ many exchanges. (I hasten to add I can’t directly verify this, but it wouldn’t surprise me.) The joint facilities, increased in number in recent years, with new facilities related to space awareness, are now of genuinely mutual significance. In my day in Defence, it was a matter of ensuring the Australian government had full knowledge of, and was in a position to concur with, how the facilities were used and how they operated. Now they form a critical element of our own intelligence order of battle and our operation in the field.
Our defence acquisitions have likewise ensured compatibility with the forces of our ally. We spend about A$13 million each working day in the US defence industry. Over 400 military sales and related activities are managed in the Australian embassy in Washington. The result of this can be seen most strikingly in our air defence – arguably the best we have ever had and decisive in our approaches. Full situational awareness comes from our access to satellite product and our over-the-horizon radar system. (The latter is an Australian product, but it started as a joint process and is maintained with American companies.) Our surveillance aircraft and early warning capabilities are American-sourced, along with our in-flight refuelling. Our strike and interdiction aircraft – Classic Hornets, Super Hornets and Growlers – are likewise all American, as are the F-35s on which we are now training. As to the future, members of our Defence Science and Technology Group are engaged in work on technologies identified in the so-called Third Offset Strategy that is the next phase in the American military’s technological revolution.
Finally, it should not be assumed that we have been passive recipients of instructions as the Americans have “pivoted” to Asia. The Americans are thoroughly aware that we have long been advocates of their reorientation. I was tasked, after then Secretary of State Hillary Clinton’s mid-2010 announcement of their intention to join the East Asia Summit, to report on how the Americans arrived at their conclusion. “Why, because of you, of course,” was the genial response of the first American official approached. He was referring to Prime Minister Kevin Rudd’s advocacy of an Asian community. That Australian position is much in mind as we discuss with them activities in the South China Sea. James Brown’s essay is timely indeed.
Kim Beazley
Kim Beazley was Deputy Prime Minister of Australia from 1995 to 1996 and Leader of the Opposition from 1996 to 2001 and from 2005 to 2006. He served as Ambassador of Australia to the United States from 2010 to 2016.
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As a veteran, James Brown knows the consequences of war and the impact it can have on individuals and communities. He is correct to write, in his Quarterly Essay, that today, in Australia, we rarely think about war. He is also correct to say that we need to think more closely about decisions to go to war. With Australian forces deployed to Afghanistan since 2001 and Iraq since 2003, and now operating in the sky over Syria, we should also deliberate on the decision made every day to remain at war.
The Roman philosopher Cicero told us that we go to war so that we may live in peace. Today conflict seems to be everywhere and it is hard to distinguish between war and peace. The wars in Iraq and Afghanistan have lasted longer than the two world wars combined. Yet our troops continue to go, many of them for multiple deployments, with the ever-present risk of being killed or wounded, both physically and psychologically. But we have not declared war on anyone and we hear precious little about what the troops are doing in our name. Do we even have an answer to the question, what does victory look like?
As a nation, we let our troops down if we don’t think about how they are equipped, trained and led, and how well prepared they are for today’s wars and the contingencies of the future. Other important questions include: what national interests are served by our involvement? is it legal? what is our strategy? what is our mission? and what tasks do we give deployed forces? At the moment, in both Afghanistan and Iraq, the answers to nearly all of these questions are unclear. As tensions in the South China Sea mount, we need to ask such questions as we contemplate what to do there.
There have been no recent debates in parliament about our war aims and how we are going to achieve them. One obvious problem is that the political parties have decided defence and security matters are to be handled on a bipartisan basis. While comfortable for politicians, this serves to stifle debate on the most important responsibility of the parliament: sending our sons and daughters to war.
There is nothing in the Australian constitution or legislation that requires the government to gain parliamentary approval before deploying military forces or declaring war. This leaves Australia very much on its own in reserving to the prime minister the decision to commit armed forces. Both President Obama and Prime Minister David Cameron saw fit to engage their legislatures over recent deployments to Iraq and Syria. Their subsequent deployments were constrained by the response they received. Even President Putin is obliged by Russian law to seek approval to use military force abroad. It has been granted twice in recent years – for Ukraine and Syria. Not so in Australia.
Following the UK’s Chilcot Inquiry, there are suggestions to introduce a bill proposing that the decision to deploy members of the Australian Defence Force be made not by the executive alone, but by the Australian parliament. An earlier version of this bill was rejected in 2010. However, in its consideration of that bill the relevant senate committee stated that it was not against the involvement of both houses of parliament in open and public debate about the deployment of Australian service personnel to warlike operations or potential hostilities. The committee further stated that it agreed with the views of most submitters that the Australian people, through their elected representatives, have a right to be informed and heard on these important matters. The committee saw the 2010 bill as a step along the way to a more mature debate in Australia. It is time for that debate and it is time for a bill to be enacted requiring parliamentary approval before the ADF is deployed.
While addressing a group of retired parliamentarians, I came across a deeply concerning reason why some are reluctant to open the matter to debate and decision in parliament. One retired politician strongly suggested the responsibility must remain with the prime minister as we could not trust the parliament to make such an important decision. We trust it with a whole range of important economic, health and social policy issues – why not the decision to go to war?
Wisely, James Brown discusses the current ill-preparedness of politicians to make important decisions involving defence and security. He notes that few prime ministers and members of the National Security Committee come to the role with an understanding of military matters. He also notes that there are few trained strategic analysts and all of them are distracted by short-term issues at the expense of longer-term policy development. His proposals to reinvigorate the country’s national security apparatus are sensible, as are the proposals to expand the range of supervisory committees within the parliament.
He could also have added the need to prepare parliamentarians and their staff, at all levels, to meet the weighty responsibilities they face in considering the path to war. Strategic thinking does not come naturally to many, and given the often catastrophic results of strategic miscalculation, a better way of preparing parliamentarians for their duties is warranted. In Canberra there are two excellent national institutions that could be brought into play to prepare parliamentarians and then support them through their careers. They are the National Security College at the Australian National University and the Centre for Defence and Strategic Studies at the Australian Defence College. Both could arrange an introductory course of around two weeks, which would help equip our parliamentarians to discharge their duties properly. All parliamentarians should attend these courses early in their careers.
War is no longer exclusively large and episodic. Instead it tends to be small, persistent and pervasive. Of the major armed conflicts in the world today, few are between states. In this environment it is difficult for governments to understand the implications of their decisions on the path to war and build a narrative that engages the people and convinces them of the need for war and then for its continuation over an extended period of time. War has become confused. Some wars are seen as wars of choice, others as wars of necessity. Often what starts out as something other than a war ends up looking a lot like a war. Events can quickly change and escalate, so that we are at war before we realise it and unable to extricate ourselves.
Peter Leahy
Peter Leahy is Director of the National Security Institute at the University of Canberra. He was Chief of Army from 2002 to 2008.
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We should welcome the appearance of James Brown’s thoughtful assessment of recent developments in Australia’s defence and foreign policies. His dual roles as retired army officer and director of research at Sydney’s US Studies Centre add to both the interest and cogency of his analysis. Firing Line is also a reminder of the alarming deficiency in our communal discourse about war and peace, about national interest and international obligations.
It was symptomatic that defence was never discussed during the recent prolonged election campaign. Neither the major nor minor parties raised the situation of our current engagements overseas. Nor have they shown any desire to examine Australia’s past military involvements in the wake of the release of the United Kingdom’s Chilcot Inquiry report. The Labor Party stays in lock step with the government, fearing any deviation would lead to damaging accusations of being suspect on security. The American alliance is kept beyond the reach of doubt, or even debate.
We have, then, a strange paradox. We find ourselves in the middle of a seemingly endless cavalcade of commemoration. War is placed in the centre of communal consciousness. We are incessantly told it has been the defining national experience. Yet we are unable to assess whether all our overseas engagements have been worth the loss of life and treasure. The apotheosis of the warrior, the focus on sacrifice and heroism, lifts war above the normal scrutiny given to every other activity of government. Questions as to why Australia has engaged in so many conflicts are judged, at best, imprudent – even unpatriotic and un-Australian.
So James Brown has made a significant contribution to the faltering public debate about what are, by any measure, matters of great national importance. The central question of why and how Australia goes to war has to involve a consideration of the American alliance. Firing Line is in part a riposte to recent criticism of the alliance by, among others, Paul Keating and the late Malcolm Fraser. Brown offers a robust, albeit nuanced, defence of the alliance. He characterises it as “a distinctively close relationship – closer to a marriage” than America’s many other alliances. This seems a strange and troubling description. Whatever sort of marriage does Brown have in mind, I wonder? Given the vast difference in power between the partners, the metaphor must relate to marriage as it was understood in the middle of the nineteenth century, when wives were the property of their husbands. Another unsettling aspect of this characterisation is the confusion of personal relations with the behaviour of states. Julia Gillard’s talk of “mates” was another example of this conceptual slippage. It might be seen as mild sentimental hyperbole. But it’s a habit with a disturbing history. For a century, Australians thought of the Empire as family and Britain as a benign and caring mother. It was a delusion that led directly to the disasters of 1942.
One of the troubles is that Australians who engage professionally with American defence and diplomatic personnel overestimate their influence in Washington, just as their forebears did with the mandarins in Whitehall. But that is the whole point. Successful great powers perfect the means of flattering their dependents and leaving them with the impression that they matter much more than they actually do. Brown’s argument that the “marriage” with America gives us the capacity to influence decision-making in Washington is surely overdrawn. And there remains the inescapable reality that the alliance means war – and wars that Australia would otherwise have avoided. To suppose that this pattern will not be replicated endlessly is doubtless wishful thinking. Even if “a more sophisticated and pragmatic alliance is developing,” as Brown argues, there is little to suggest that Australia will ever be able to turn down an American request for military collaboration, regardless of the location or the nature of the conflict. The greatest danger we face is that we will be drawn into any future conflict with China. The Americans clearly expect our support and no doubt have war plans based on that premise. Such a war may have pressing and legitimate objectives. But the overriding cause may be America’s need to assert a slipping hegemony. The really big question is whether the country can ever accept a decline in relative power. The present election campaign is not encouraging, with one side demanding power to make America great again and the other insisting that they are still a nation without peers or rivals.
The danger is that Australia will repeat the great and portentous mistakes of the early twentieth century. The new federation bound itself to a great power in decline and did so with what contemporaries thought were the silken ties of kinship which only the disloyal would dare question. And so we plunged heedlessly into the great conflict which shaped the whole century. It is both instructive and sobering to resurrect the ideas of the colonial critics who had the foresight to see where Imperial loyalty would lead. Their central argument was that the Empire was by definition prone to war and would eventually be involved in a great European conflict. The most dangerous place to be was “married” to a great power which would drag Australia into wars against enemies who presented no threat to the continent. And they were likely to be wars fought faraway against people about whom Australians knew little. This was why the Boer War of 1899 to 1902 was so important. It established an overpowering precedent. If we go to war this time, the critics declared, how will we be able to avoid future wars? The expectation of our great and powerful friend will in itself predispose the country to become involved in whatever future conflicts arise.
It is not clear whether Brown appreciates that the arguments in favour of neutrality reach back deep into Australian history and are not a recent and ephemeral reaction to involvement in the disastrous war in Iraq. And his response to the present generation of imperial sceptics is unsatisfactory for other reasons as well. To understand those people he obviously sees as his intellectual opponents, he reaches unconvincingly for psychological theory about what he calls “the bystander effect.” The implication is that those who seek to avoid the path of incessant military engagement are driven by forces of which they themselves are not fully aware. All of the so-called “bystanders,” the argument runs, are making the “same unconscious decision: to turn away from the problems of the world, to make them someone else’s responsibility.” The argument, clearly implicit in much of this, is that the “bystanders” are not only driven by hidden subliminal forces which Brown alone is able to see, but are, as a result, morally deficient as well.
The question arises whether Brown the retired military officer is also a militarist. This is a fair question, which must arise from a reading of Firing Line. In particular, it relates to both his treatment of the “bystanders” and his assessment of the role of nation-states. I may not be fair in my reading, but it seems that he believes the many countries which are not constantly at war are turning away from the problems of the world. In response to his assumed intellectual opponents, he writes: “I don’t think Australia wants to be, can or should be a bystander to the complexities playing out around us. I don’t think we want to be a lonely island, removed from the world and indifferent to its course. We are not a people that can live in splendid isolation.” But this is parody rather than a respectful assessment of conflicting opinion. Who is actually arguing in favour of splendid isolation?
And surely there are many small- and medium-sized states which engage fully and fruitfully with the world without going to war, which are not bystanders, have not turned aside from the world and do not live in splendid isolation. Indeed, it could be argued that many of them add more to the wellbeing of humanity than our belligerent homeland.
Henry Reynolds
Henry Reynolds’ groundbreaking histories include The Other Side of the Frontier, Dispossession, The Law of the Land and Why Weren’t We Told? His most recent books are Forgotten War and Unnecessary Wars. In 2000 he took up a professorial fellowship at the University of Tasmania.
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James Brown’s essay poses a number of important questions for Australia’s strategic future and how the country thinks about going to war. He asks on what issues a government would not fight, whether the nation’s political leaders have learnt the lessons from the 2003 decision to join the US-led Coalition of the Willing in Iraq, and if there is sufficient debate about the foundations of closer Australia–US military integration. We are, he notes, at the point of a “more sophisticated and pragmatic” alliance with America – one that can handle a greater degree of disagreement and divergence – although Brown worries about its prospects in a Trump White House. The essay sketches the rise of China, calls for deeper thinking on defence and strategic policy and is pessimistic about whether the bureaucracy and the political executive have the right skills to navigate the fractious world ahead.
But there are a number of problems with the argument and its execution. The first and most critical is the claim that an “Iraq template” hovers above the country’s political elites, a spectre haunting the corridors of power. Brown is right to join what is virtually a chorus line of lament concerning the lack of planning for the post-invasion phase. But it is passing strange that he devotes precious little analytical energy to unravelling this “template.” We are told that it amounts, in essence, to a “government coy to discuss the strategic environment, its alliance activities and its objectives,” and one where the “national interest” case was insufficiently made.
Since the claim here is that Canberra remains in thrall to it, this “template” requires closer scrutiny. While it is broadly accepted that the flawed arguments and faulty intelligence marshalled by the Howard government did not differ from those used by George W. Bush and Tony Blair, it does not necessarily follow that the Australian government was “coy” about either the strategic environment or its objectives, especially regarding the implications of the commitment for the US alliance. One can disagree with Howard’s analysis of the strategic environment: after all, the tried and tested policy of containing Saddam Hussein was, in essence, working. But on the relevance of the American alliance, Howard was clear. Indeed, the only distinctive argument he used to justify Australia’s participation in the Iraq War was the relationship with the United States. This tapped deep wellsprings in John Howard’s worldview, his understanding of war and its connection to Australia’s history, and his memory of the alliance as it functioned during World War II and the Cold War. Howard often referred to the relationship with the United States as a “two-way street,” believed it would get “more, not less” important as the years went by, and argued that Americans would not quickly forget Australia’s contribution in Iraq.
Brown’s unwillingness to examine the motivations of the key figures in that decision is curious. The explanation for this lacuna? As he states in this essay and during a recent interview on ABC radio, he is a “personal friend” of the former prime minister and therefore feels unable to discuss the political context of the decision. This analytical free pass means that an opportunity is missed to account for the tectonic forces that help to explain why Howard took Australia to war in 2003. As historian David McLean has recently argued, only by looking at the “sense of cultural and ideological affinity” that Howard felt with the United States, by exploring his “quest for personal and political recognition and standing through close association with America,” can we start to understand the totality of that crucial decision. These cultural values and beliefs will continue to be part of the calculus in debates over Australia’s foreign and defence policy – and indeed in any decision to take the country to war – in the years ahead.
Brown wants instead to focus on the mistakes at the operational level in Iraq. That’s fair enough, but to divorce this aspect of the war from the strategic mindset that put Australia in Iraq in the first place represents a major weakness in the argument. Ironically, far more attention is devoted to Tony Abbott’s role as a national security leader, with Brown focusing on the sensational claims that the former prime minister suggested the dispatch of 1000 Australian troops to Ukraine in the wake of the shooting down of MH17, and that he wanted to send 3500 diggers into Iraq to combat ISIS. The most respected political journalists in the country have debunked both claims. On Ukraine, the Australian’s Paul Kelly argued that the option for troops was “never going to be viable” and that Abbott was “talked around and decided it was too dangerous and inappropriate.” And on Iraq, the ABC’s Chris Uhlmann was unable to find anyone in the defence department to give the claim a shred of credibility. Even if these ideas were floated or gamed out at some of the countless meetings held to discuss these crises, surely the key point is that the system of checks and balances in Canberra’s current national security framework actually performed its function. After all, only a small number of special-forces soldiers were sent to support police investigators in Ukraine, and 200 were sent to Iraq.
This conceptual confusion becomes even more acute when Brown applies the “Iraq template” to the rise of China, and in particular Beijing’s growing assertiveness in the South China Sea. The argument here is tenuous, to say the least. Brown does not venture a position, much less an opinion, on how the Australian government should respond to the increasing calls – privately from Washington, publicly from past and present Labor luminaries – for Australia to emulate the United States by conducting freedom-of-navigation operations through the disputed twelve-nautical-mile zone around the contested territories. How, too, does Brown deal with the point that the architect of his Iraq template, John Howard, is now advocating moderation, caution and prudence on the question of possible conflict with China? Brown does not wish the freedom-of-navigation issue to be seen as “emblematic” of the entire US–China relationship, but he surely cannot ignore that the issue is becoming the focal point for what China’s rise means for the region and American staying power. Neither Washington nor any of its regional allies has been able thus far to impose any kind of serious cost on Chinese activity.
Closer to home, Brown claims that there was a “degree of blowback” to the announcement in November 2011 of US marine rotations through Darwin. Yet the decision was notable for the broad political consensus it attracted. While there were colourful expressions of outrage from some seemingly aggrieved members of the business community, the only voices of political dissent came from the then leader of the Greens, and former Labor prime minister Paul Keating. Brown argues that the presence of US troops here was first raised in 2003 – but the option of offering the American military training facilities in Australia and even the pre-positioning of equipment was part of the platform the Coalition took to the 1996 federal election.
Perhaps the more notable aspect of the essay, however, is its overwhelming concentration on recent events. It brings to mind Tony Judt’s observation that “the twentieth century is hardly behind us but already its quarrels and its achievements, its ideals and its fears are slipping into the obscurity of mis-memory.” There remains a “perverse contemporary insistence,” Judt added, “on not understanding the context of our present dilemmas, at home and abroad; on not listening … to some of the wiser heads of earlier decades; on seeking actively to forget rather than remember, to deny continuity and proclaim novelty on every possible occasion.”
It is therefore striking that in an essay devoted to the study of how a government makes the decision to go to war, Brown barely glances at how national leaders in the past have acted or spoken when confronted with similar dilemmas. While the first Gulf War is mentioned briefly, the examination of the Hawke government’s decision-making processes and, indeed, the case made by the prime minister to justify Australian participation is cursory. Vietnam rates no mention at all, and Australia’s involvement in World Wars I and II attracts a solitary sentence. Even then, it is only to make the point that the “thresholds for war” in those conflicts “were set beyond our shores,” as if Australia had no distinctive interests of its own in joining those conflicts. The colonies and later the Australian Commonwealth, Brown contends, “did not have the authority to decide on war,” since that was “vested … in the hands of the colonial redcoat governors and successive British governments.”
Such a view is reminiscent of an old-left “radical nationalist” reading of Australia’s military past, namely that we fight “other people’s wars.” But it is a long time since anyone with genuine standing on Australian military history has made that argument. And it fails to take into account the best recent scholarship in the field, which shows Australia’s Pacific-centred interests were paramount in the actions and decisions of leaders in both major conflicts of the twentieth century.
To oversee a more rigorous preparation for the future and the kinds of conflicts it might engender, Brown has several recommendations. The first is the creation of a stand-alone, American-style national security council, staffed with the “best and brightest” – a phrase of which he is particularly fond. But in the United States that has often meant the marginalising of the state department and the Pentagon – sometimes with disastrous consequences – and there is no reason to think that the same will not happen here. Whatever Brown’s reservations concerning the prime minister’s department, Defence and DFAT, they are nevertheless the custodians of the official memory of all the problems the government of the day is called upon to address. And it is their job to warn the government dispassionately about the possible adverse consequences of politically preferred policies. One potential problem with a national security council is that it risks becoming an echo chamber for the incumbent prime minister.
In addition, Brown wants the freshly elected parliament to create a whole suite of committees – four in total – to keep watch on the conduct of Australia’s defence, strategic and foreign policy. A new parliamentary defence office would “improve the security debate,” although it is not clear how. And he advocates for the federal parliament to be given new powers to subject any military deployment to a “national interest” test – and that it should be given the extraordinary period of ninety days to do so. Such proposals, while earnest and well intentioned, do not take into account the way decisions are made about committing soldiers to war. Brown recognises that the requirement for “full parliamentary approval” would hamper any “effective response to a crisis,” but he still wants to give both houses almost three months to “review” whether any military commitment is in the national interest. Yet typically it is the executive leadership of the day that shapes the content and character of the national interest. What point, then, a debate in the parliament on this question when the decision to commit has already been taken? If a vote was taken that chose not to support the government’s definition of the national interest, how would that alter tactics or strategy? Many of the questions Brown wants discussed before troops are committed – on costs, public support, the position of the Opposition, new dangers arising from military action – are by their very nature fluid and uncertain. It is asking the impossible. For all its occasional theatrics and vaudeville, Question Time and Senate Estimates remain probably the best forums in which governments can be tested and held to account.
Furthermore, Brown presents no evidence to show how these new layers of oversight – others would call them red tape – would have averted the decision to invade Iraq. Nor, crucially, how they might deal with a scenario in which the United States is pressing Australia to do more in Asia to counter the rise of China – especially if a crisis broke out unexpectedly. Nor, in this dark new world of which Brown speaks – in which “warfare is rapidly evolving” and where “technology is fast running ahead of policy” – is it entirely clear that an avalanche of cumbersome new process is what the national security system needs.
Brown would do well to recall that, thanks to David Halberstam, the phrase “best and brightest” has come to have something of a pejorative connotation in the annals of American national security. These “wise men and whiz kids,” as historian Neville Meaney once observed, did not prevent America from sinking into the quagmire of Vietnam: the documents which emerged from the Pentagon papers made a mockery of the Kennedy men’s professed claims to “cool realism and liberal humanism.” Brown worries that the current generation of strategic analysts in Canberra may not be equipped to think through the complex and complicated challenges ahead. But whence this new generation of Australia’s “best and brightest” might emerge is not altogether clear. Certainly not from the universities, as Brown believes they “still view war as a morally tainted activity,” a sweeping generalisation that ignores the many courses on campuses that drill deeply into Australia’s defence and strategic past.
It is not simply the bureaucracy that is being challenged here: Brown believes that Australian prime ministers over the past few decades have not been well grounded in military matters or well prepared for the art of foreign policy decision-making. Again, however, this is highly debatable. Even if it were conceded that neither Julia Gillard nor Tony Abbott brought to office a depth of experience in strategic policy or foreign affairs, the evidence suggests both learnt quickly on the job. More to the point, both leaders notched up significant wins on the diplomatic stage: Gillard in cementing Australia’s place in the US “pivot” and launching the Asian Century White Paper; Abbott in securing a number of free-trade agreements in the region.
Going back further, there is even less to support Brown’s claim that the national leaders have been inadequately prepared for this aspect of the job. Gough Whitlam came to office perhaps the most well-informed on international relations of all Australian prime ministers; Malcolm Fraser had been Minister for the Army and indeed defence minister before moving into the Lodge; Bob Hawke had extensive experience abroad as a trade union leader (particularly with the International Labour Organization) and gave thoughtful and reflective speeches on foreign policy in the 1970s, including in his Boyer Lectures of 1979; Paul Keating was the engineer of Australia’s embrace of globalisation; John Howard spoke regularly on foreign affairs as Opposition leader in the 1980s and arguably came of age as a national-security leader during the 1999 East Timor crisis; and Kevin Rudd was a former diplomat and China specialist. It can hardly be said, therefore, that these leaders did not bring a depth of experience of the wider world and Australia’s role in it to the top job.
Closer attention to the past, of course, will not provide all the solutions, and historians themselves must beware the trap of claiming pompous omniscience in a kaleidoscopic present. But if Brown is looking for a skill set that might help the discussion of these critical issues in the years ahead, he could do far worse than start with a greater sense of history.
James Curran
James Curran is Professor of History at the University of Sydney and a research associate at the US Studies Centre. His most recent book is Unholy Fury: Whitlam and Nixon at War.
BALANCING ACT
Response to Correspondence
One of the delightful challenges of a politics-heavy Quarterly Essay is the shelf-life of the subject matter. The risk is that a prime minister or opposition leader will implode on deadline, or soon after publication, dating the essay before the quarter is up. Malcolm Turnbull was the foundation victim of the QE curse, and its most recent beneficiary. Annabel Crabb’s profile of the then Opposition leader, Stop At Nothing (Quarterly Essay 34), was released at the end of June 2009, a matter of days after Turnbull was forced to make a humiliating apology to Kevin Rudd, whom he had falsely accused of corruption based on the fabricated evidence of a rogue Treasury officer. Twenty-five essays later, in September 2015, Turnbull reversed the hex by toppling Tony Abbott as David Marr was finalising his profile of Bill Shorten, Faction Man (Quarterly Essay 59).
As I completed Balancing Act, I wondered if the curse would assume a new form, mocking my earnest attempt to start a debate about our economic model. A festival of innovation from Turnbull and his reinvigorated government could easily have made my modest proposals to renew our system appear dull on arrival. No such luck. With every idea he floated and discarded – a cut to the corporate tax rate, allowing the states to levy their own income taxes – Turnbull demonstrated that he had learnt nothing from the mistakes of the Rudd–Gillard–Abbott era. He didn’t explain the problem he wanted to solve, or allow time for options to be discussed before the policy was finalised. I thought he would be smarter than that.
Paul Strangio points to an apparent contradiction in my argument. He agrees that genuine change requires collaboration. “Meaningful and enduring reform,” he writes, “is more likely to spring from distributed leadership and a community of ideas rather than the centralised decision-making favoured by recent prime ministers. As such, it is a little incongruous that the essay ultimately places so much weight on whether Malcolm Turnbull is the leader who can propel Australia towards the desired [policy] reconstruction.”
I was setting the challenge, not making a prediction. The public had projected onto Turnbull the role of saviour, and so the question for me was how that might work. Restoring a sense of shared purpose to the system begins with a conscious act of leadership to let go of the excessive but counterproductive power that has accumulated in the prime minister’s office over the past twenty years. Greater freedom for the commonwealth public service, and cooperation with Labor and conservative states, are crucial elements of any project for more active government. Turnbull had ticked the first box, but not the second. He was the first national leader since Paul Keating to champion the bureaucracy. By contrast, his initial handling of the premiers was more Abbott-like than I expected. I know his polling told him that the public was frustrated with service delivery at the state level, and in any disagreement between jurisdictions voters would err on the side of the commonwealth. But the fight he picked at the Council of Australian Governments meeting in April was juvenile. He left the meeting without a tax policy, and with the threat of more intransigence to come on funding for public schools.
At the time of writing, the federal budget and the prime minister’s trip to Government House to start the formal election campaign were only a matter of days away. The safe thing to do, then, is step over the landmines of the present and imagine what a new economic and political model might look like, based on the feedback from the correspondents.
Andrew Charlton and Jim Chalmers provide a neat summary of the challenge. For Hawke and Keating in the 1980s, it was globalisation. For this generation, it is “the digitisation of the economy.” Technology is accelerating the shift in power from labour to capital in the domestic economy, and the shift from local business to globally networked oligopolies. While governments will find it difficult to collect tax from companies operating across borders, technology also provides the opportunity to revolutionise public services. “Are huge productivity gains in health and education potentially within reach?” Charlton and Chalmers ask. I hope so.
Clare O’Neil sees government involvement in the economy in the twenty-first century as a practical, rather than an ideological, issue. “We may not be looking at a new economic orthodoxy, but rather a shift away from orthodoxy altogether.” The “guiding principle,” she says, should be for intervention where the evidence shows that governments “can make a difference.”
Tom Bentley and Jonathan West take the idea of intervention much further than other correspondents. They want to move “away from remote federal rule-making institutions and towards more dynamic, partnership-based efforts in city-regions.” Their vision for a model in which state governments and local councils wield more power raises two very obvious questions for me: can a fragmented system collect enough tax, and how will it avoid the trap of increasing inequality between cities and regions? While Victorians, for instance, might cheer a state government that can restore funding for the arts that was cut by a vindictive federal government, a bush council in Queensland will not have the means to maintain a critical mass of working-age people to provide for a population that is much older than the national average.
Among the correspondents, the optimists comfortably outnumber the pessimists. But I share the concern of Elizabeth Humphrys and Tad Tietze about the ability of the political system to mobilise community support for a new model. The two previous examples of national reinvention in the 1940s and 1980s relied, in part, on the Labor Party’s links with the trade unions. As Humphrys and Tietze explain, the mass and active membership base meant “organised workers could at times play a consensual role in economic change, even though at other times they locked horns with employers and governments.” As recently as 1983, half the workforce belonged to trade unions; now the figure is just 15 per cent.
The reasons for the collapse in coverage are complex, and they mirror the hollowing out of the main political parties themselves. But it does not necessarily follow that a new model is unobtainable in a world where large numbers of people no longer join political parties or trade unions, or go to church. Unlike earlier projects, the idea of an active government already has widespread public support.
I am grateful to everyone who replied to my essay and look forward to continuing this conversation.
George Megalogenis
George Megalogenis’s books include The Longest Decade, The Australian Moment and Australia’s Second Chance. His documentary Making Australia Great: Inside Our Longest Boom was screened on ABC TV in 2015. His previous Quarterly Essay was Trivial Pursuit: Leadership and the End of the Reform Era.
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Correspondence
On 22 June 1944 President Franklin D. Roosevelt signed the Servicemen’s Readjustment Act into law. The G.I. Bill, as it became known, was the greatest infrastructure investment in America’s history. It provided returning veterans with tuition and living expenses to attend university, secondary school or vocational education. It also provided them with low-income mortgages and low-interest loans to start a business. As Stewart Brand concludes in The Clock of the Long Now, “The GI Bill’s cost of $14.5 billion was paid back eightfold in taxes in the next twenty years, it jump-started the boom years of the 1950s, it built the world’s largest middle class, and it set the nation decades ahead as the world moved into a knowledge economy.”
The horrors of World War II created a sense of generational responsibility in governments and citizens alike that not only led to an economic boom, helped along by public investment in education and infrastructure, but also caused the only recorded period in human history where economic inequality was noticeably reduced.
We live in very different times. The victory of neoliberalism has allowed for an all-consuming belief that economies are best left to run by themselves. We have witnessed a hollowing out of public investment and a subsequent and related decline in public trust in government and institutions.
George Megalogenis makes a good case for intervention – he writes about Sydney, and more recently Melbourne, choking from the lack of public transport infrastructure; he offers a powerful comparison of percentages of GDP spent on public infrastructure compared with private investment in the residential property market; and he denounces the increasingly self-interested role of business in Australia in urging short-term goals against the longer-term good of the nation.
Megalogenis outlines the impact of the Rudd–Gillard government’s stimulus package, delivered during the global financial crisis, and in particular the success of the Building the Education Revolution (BER) program. Despite the BER’s obviously positive effect on the economy, Megalogenis notes with dismay that “Labor could not make that case to the electorate.” Megalogenis links this failure to “sell” the BER to the decline in confidence among the political class that they should be interfering in the economy at all. Even with the obvious successes of the GFC stimulus package, he says, the Rudd–Gillard government couldn’t wait to get out of there. Today’s politicians have convinced themselves that a nation’s budget is “out of their hands,” that only two years’ intervention was needed before the budget could revert to “neutral gear, neither slowing nor speeding up the economy” and the market could be allowed to return to doing what it does so well: running the economy. Megalogenis writes: “Governments forgot that markets and central banks can fail just as spectacularly as interventionist politicians.”
While I agree with Megalogenis about the existence of a general ideological reticence to intervene, it is important to remember the circumstances surrounding the stimulus package and the reasons the Labor government had trouble “selling” it. The essence of any stimulus package is speed. You need to deliver the stimulus quickly and to the right sectors of the economy so as to maintain confidence and activity over time. As the economist Joseph Stiglitz noted, in many other countries the stimulus was too small and arrived too late, after jobs and confidence had already been lost. Premiums are to be expected in programs that are rolled out rapidly. In the BER program in New South Wales, managing contractors had hard deadlines for commencement of building works and for the completion of those works; the NSW Auditor-General later costed this premium at around 5 per cent on top of business as usual. However, media responses were rarely balanced enough to compare the costs of the package with its objects or outcomes, which included the maintenance of the building and trades sector and the safeguarding of 200,000 jobs Australia-wide. One newspaper mounted a daily crusade against the very concept of a stimulus package, and the BER in particular. This, combined with an extremely partisan (and effective) Opposition, created a hostile environment for a government pursuing a bold economic intervention.
Despite being the envy of the rest of the world, the Labor government suffered political fallout in the pursuit of economic stimulus. Opponents were well resourced and well coordinated. The “debt and deficit” narrative, however misplaced in the context of the GFC, haunts Labor to this day.
The lack of an evidence-based approach to the role of government investment in the economy is profoundly depressing, as is the fact that the Australian media are so willing to become political players and arbitrators of the public good while adopting the short game of analysis rather than the long view.
However, there is no time for recriminations. Megalogenis highlights research by Professor Bob Gregory that shows that migrants account for virtually all the full-time jobs created in Australia since 2007. “They didn’t displace the local-born; they just took the cream of what was on offer, most notably in the professions.” To avoid the political upheavals occurring in Trump’s America or the UKIP’s Britain, Australian governments must invest to ensure local-born young people have the skills needed to succeed in today’s knowledge economy and obtain the high-end jobs the new economy provides. In Sydney and Melbourne, where housing prices and government policies are pushing working-class residents from the inner city out to cheaper housing on the urban fringe, we see access to these new-economy jobs becoming increasingly remote for the local-born.
Investing in education at this time makes sense. For the individual, the benefits are substantial in terms of employability and income; for the government, early investment in education reduces the longer-term costs of social services and welfare; and for the nation, such investment will allow us to adapt as the minerals boom subsides and ensure that Australians are equally equipped to seize the opportunities of the new global economy. And yet, at the time of writing, the federal government still won’t commit to the additional years of the Gonski funding, and it still plans to proceed with significant cuts to the higher education budget. Hoisted on its own petard regarding “debt and deficit,” it is striving to be seen to be reining in the budget and making promised cuts.
So how do you break this impasse? How do you give governments the courage to pursue bold initiatives? How do you re-create Megalogenis’s “strong bonds of trust [that] existed between politics, bureaucracy and the press, and between the representatives of labour, capital and welfare” on the other occasions when Australia reinvented itself – in the 1940s and 1980s? Surely economic crisis and major war are not the only mechanisms to precipitate such policy intervention? If that is the case, we will be on course to fulfil the second of Megalogenis’s predictions: “We will either catch the next wave of prosperity, or finally succumb to the great recession.”
Verity Firth
Verity Firth is the Executive Director, Social Justice at the University of Technology, Sydney. Before this she was chief executive of the Public Education Foundation and NSW Minister for Education and Training.
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Correspondence
Underlying much of George Megalogenis’s excellent Quarterly Essay is the subject of immigration and population. Most people are acutely aware that Australia has a growing population. As Megalogenis explains, we are experiencing increasing congestion, and his section on housing reaffirms that something is askew: supply has failed to keep up with demand. Nation-building, with foundations of social cohesion and economic prosperity, remains a work in progress when the papers can thunder about how “foreigners” buy all the houses at Saturday auctions (note: Australians can have brown skin).
But fewer people understand that a massive shift in immigration policy since the mid-1990s has been the dominant factor behind population growth. As the rate of births and deaths is relatively stable, changes in Australia’s population trends are driven by migration. Megalogenis doesn’t explicitly say why our population growth kicked up a notch over the past two decades while the populations of many other rich countries stagnated. This is understandable – given the need for brevity – yet unfortunate, as he is one of a handful of people who could explain this neatly.
Nearly every informed commentator could write a volume on how the deregulation of trade and financial policy since the 1980s has fundamentally changed Australia. Yet the effect of immigration on our labour markets and urban centres remains poorly understood, despite having a deep impact on the day-to-day lives of millions of people.
The key shift is government control. From the post-war era of mass migration until about the early 1990s, the federal government controlled how many people came to Australia. Every year, a number was chosen, broadly based on the economic cycle. Low unemployment meant more migrants, while in times of recession it was made more difficult to migrate to Australia. Today, governments can only manage the flow of people to and from Australia. They cannot control the total number of migrants, because of two policy changes: the introduction of temporary migration, and the new priority given to economic over social and familial considerations.
Three of the largest groups of new migrants – international students, temporary skilled workers (457 visa holders) and backpackers (under the working holiday program) – are each “temporary,” at least in name. Importantly, the government of the day does not determine the size of each of these categories. Instead, a combination of factors – such as labour demand, the exchange rate and universities, among others – affects migration to and from Australia. These uncapped classes of visas rise and fall from year to year.
Governments have been somewhat disingenuous about this. Tight border protection is trumpeted, yet it affects only a tiny minority of those seeking to come to Australia. Consultation between government and the electorate is moot, as the government only sets the number of permanent resident visas granted each year. Decades of growth, coupled with non-government bodies driving immigration policy, have led to a “new normal.” Employers sponsor overseas workers, universities accept growing numbers of international students, and backpackers are pushed and pulled by the relative economic forces of different countries. Government has stepped back and today oversees this process at arm’s length.
While some people are aware of this new normal, far too few consider the effect of immigration on employment, housing, infrastructure, urban policy and innovation. Even the Treasury, with its oft-repeated focus on the “three Ps” (population, participation and productivity) in such documents as the Intergenerational Reports, has largely failed to acknowledge how important immigration has been over the past fifteen years.
Why does this lack of understanding matter?
Right now, countries we share an affinity with, the United States and the United Kingdom, show what can occur if we ignore deep-rooted economic concerns and allow immigrants to become scapegoats. Donald Trump’s proposed wall on the Mexican border and his rejection of Muslims are illustrations of this. It’s not that his supporters are stupid, it’s that they want a decent job and to feel safe. A wonky academic paper showing Mexican immigration has no negative effects on the average high-school drop-out cannot compete with the emotional battering experienced by those who have been left behind by the modern economy.
In a similar, but distinctly British, manner, the United Kingdom has contemplated leaving the European Union predominantly because migrant-baiting has become a quasi-national sport. Migration is the key issue driving the UK away from one of the most successful geopolitical projects in the history of the West. Forget Margaret Thatcher, it was the cheap Romanian brickie that did it, or so goes the argument.
We have yet to experience this ugly face of anti-migration, anti-globalisation politics fully in Australia. We should not be held hostage to these positions, given that migration has a largely benign impact on our economy if appropriate responses are taken with regard to infrastructure, public services and crowded cities. At the margins, migration to Australia also reduces inequality and builds real links with our region.
To date, our political system has removed the possibility of a pedestal or megaphone. The Reclaim Australia movement lacks strong foundations, and formal parties like Australia First fail to penetrate the mainstream. Yet they linger on the edges of our society. Those who have been left behind, shut out and not given a hand-up will be the first to flock to such groups when the economy stops growing, as people give up on aspiration and opportunity.
Informed discussion and considered responses from government about our population and immigration policies, combined with continued prosperity, are the only serious bulwarks against this discourse infecting Australian politics. Here, Megalogenis is right on the mark. Government intervention – harnessing the immigration system that has emerged and responding to the structural change it has caused – is the best tool Australia has to remain a cohesive society that takes pride in its diversity.
Henry Sherrell
Henry Sherrell has been a policy analyst at the Migration Council and worked for the Department of Immigration and Citizenship. He is now an adviser to a federal MP.
BALANCING ACT
Correspondence
Like Paul Kelly, George Megalogenis is one of those rare journalists who integrates economic, social and cultural developments into his political narrative and policy proposals. His writing is among the most insightful and empirically substantiated of its kind, superior to both the efforts of fellow journalists and much of the recent academic literature on Australian politics. He gets beyond personality-based non-explanations of political success and failure to arrive at deeper structural causes.
But one issue undermines the agenda he spells out in Balancing Act. Do politicians and governments any longer have the capacity to carry through a serious socio-economic reform program of any kind?
Megalogenis contrasts today’s political malaise with the Curtin and Hawke reform periods:
On the previous two occasions when Australia reinvented itself, in the 1940s and 1980s, it was taken for granted that the project would be collaborative. Strong bonds of trust existed between politics, bureaucracy and the press, and between the representatives of labour, capital and welfare. Those connections have been broken by a culture that favours the attention-seeker over the expert, and the bully over the consensus-builder.
In doing so he provides an explanation of reform success that relies on somewhat ill-defined cultural concepts – “bonds of trust,” “expertise” and “consensus-building” – without asking what material foundations these were built on and whether they still exist. Indeed, those two previous “reinventions” were marked by something that has been missing in recent decades: the organised social bases of the political system, and in particular labourism’s mass trade union base.
The relationship between a powerful but conservative trade union bureaucracy and the ALP was the fulcrum of Australian politics from the early years of the twentieth century. In simple terms, the unions formed the ALP to have representation in the political sphere, and conservative parties united in opposition to that. It is no coincidence that serious reform was often the work of Labor governments: their close connection to unions of key industries meant that organised workers could at times play a consensual role in economic change, even though at other times they locked horns with employers and governments. The conservative side of politics, allied to business interests, tended to operate more as an antagonist to labour’s power than an agenda-setting force of its own.
But the effect of the 1980s reforms was to hollow out the ALP–union link and, more importantly, to disorganise the working-class base of the unions. These changes have greatly undermined the ability of politicians to implement far-reaching national economic reforms – simply because they no longer have institutional partners with a serious social base in civil society with whom to develop trust, mobilise expertise and build consensus.
Crucially, Hawke and Keating’s key macro-economic policy tool was a corporatist contract between unions and government (with only informal business support). The Accord – initially laced with the promise of price controls to restrain runaway inflation, industry restructuring in the interests of job creation and dramatic increases in social spending – rapidly became little more than a blunt instrument for the infliction of centralised real wage cuts. With the enthusiastic participation in the Accord of (previously) militant unions like the AMWU, workers were persuaded to accept large sacrifices “in the national interest” in what was almost certainly the biggest consciously implemented upward redistribution of wealth in Australian history. Organised labour – and its ability to increase its exploitation by accepting “wage restraint” on a national basis – was offered up as the critical tool of macro-economic policy.
One obvious consequence was a fall in rates of unionisation, which declined from over 50 per cent in 1983 to just 31 per cent after Keating lost office in 1996, and continued to fall to a derisory 15 per cent in 2014. While this fall is not solely attributable to the Accord, the widespread suppression of wages and industrial action saw the ALP and ACTU disorganise their own base. The centralised nature of the unions’ compact with the government required that the ACTU and union leaders quell workplace disputes, police those unions that threatened the deal’s stability, and shift the locus of union activity from workplace organisation to high-level negotiations with government and legal argument in the Industrial Relations Commission (IRC). At ground level the effect was devastating: rapid erosion of rank-and-file participation in union activity, and a consequent weakening of the social weight and power of unions themselves. Archived minutes from local AMWU groups disclose a tragic tale of proud members watching in pain as the union they had built up systematically wound down its basic rank-and-file structures.
The unions tried to cover over this loss of power, first with a series of mergers and then with a campaign to replace centralised wage fixing with enterprise bargaining. Megalogenis assigns responsibility for enterprise bargaining to Keating, but the unions were the ones to demand it – desperate for a way to recover the drastic wage cuts of the 1980s. The new bargaining system was initially opposed by the IRC and key employers because of fear of revived militancy, but they needn’t have worried: by the early 1990s unions were so weak that they were forced to accept a legal framework that effectively confined better organised workers’ gains to single workplaces (with a paltry safety net for weaker groups of workers). Wages rose again in the Howard years, driven not by industrial militancy or government policy but by labour shortages in a booming economy, and they have stalled now that the economy has slowed.
Accompanying this, the social bases of both sides of politics, employer peak bodies and the non-government sector also faded. The leaderships of these organisations have become increasingly isolated and detached from their constituencies, just as civic participation in politics has withered on the vine. Labor Party angst that working-class voters can no longer be relied upon is paralleled by Liberal Party exasperation that employers don’t go into bat for it when it pushes aggressively pro-business policies.
All this helps explain why periodic calls for new national-level cooperation among governments, employers, unions and other interest groups never get very far. This is not a matter of absent political will, or some “cultural” failure of the system. Rather, no section of the political class can claim to be practically tied to an organised bloc of civil society – certainly not one as economically crucial as organised labour – and so have the clout to make an impact on the political economy on a national scale. Further, it is not just that governments have allowed markets too much power in economic life, but that the changes of the last thirty-five years have left governments with ever-fewer levers with which to subvert blind market logic. Instead, we see at most a nebulous hope that infrastructure spending (that is, a sophisticated form of the state throwing money at economic processes beyond its control) can address the problems we face as a society.
We believe that no matter how brilliant and balanced a reform program is concocted by the best minds in the country, the coming years will be characterised by the persistence of a mostly reactive approach by governments to economic developments, and the inability of any section of the political class to develop an agenda that might consistently carry a majority of voters, let alone reshape society in line with this. The deeper structural factors we have outlined mean that pragmatic twists and turns, incoherent policy-making and political chaos are not about to exit the national stage.
Elizabeth Humphrys and Tad Tietze
Elizabeth Humphrys is a political economist at the University of Technology, Sydney. In 2016 she completed her PhD thesis on The Corporatist Origins of Neoliberalism: Australia’s Accord, the Labour Movement and the Neoliberal Project.
Tad Tietze is a Sydney psychiatrist who co-runs the political blog Left Flank.
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Correspondence
George Megalogenis’s thought-provoking Quarterly Essay resonates with the widely held view that 21st-century Australia is mired in policy inertia, with successive federal governments having had neither the imagination nor the foresight to devise a coherent plan for the economy or society.
While Megalogenis is advocating for an invigorated state, he wisely indicates that this is an undertaking not solely for those situated at the apex of executive government. As with previous eras of major transformation (the 1940s and 1980s), this project needs to be “collaborative.” On those earlier occasions, “strong bonds of trust existed between politics, bureaucracy, and the press, between the representatives of labour, capital and welfare.” This may be a somewhat rose-tinted view of the politics of those times, but the fundamental point stands. Meaningful and enduring reform is more likely to spring from distributed leadership and a community of ideas rather than the centralised decision-making favoured by recent prime ministers. As such, it is a little incongruous that the essay ultimately places so much weight on whether Malcolm Turnbull is the leader who can propel Australia towards the desired reconstruction (“He has to author a new model and run a long-term government”).
Megalogenis notes that for Turnbull and the Liberals, embracing an activist state means defying their natural philosophical instincts – an inversion of Labor’s support for market economics in the 1980s. On the other hand, though Megalogenis doesn’t draw this connection, the logic of his analysis is that the policy cycle is gravitating in a direction more compatible with Labor traditions. He does observe that of recent prime ministers, the only one “who seriously tried to find a way out of the [policy] impasse was Rudd, but he lost focus after the global financial crisis.” My view is that it was under Julia Gillard’s leadership that Labor showed the most resolve in pursuing a persuasive post-market program. The ingredients included a carbon tax (accelerating the transition to a post-carbon economy will surely be integral to any significant future reform project); a needs-based education funding model; the National Disability Insurance Scheme (renewing the social contract); and the National Broadband Network. The politics, however, were hopelessly loaded against Gillard and she showed a frustrating incapacity to articulate how the aforementioned elements constituted a cohesive agenda.
To my mind, one of the most interesting aspects of Balancing Act is the way in which Megalogenis uses history as a reference point and is alive to past policy cycles. He suggests that what Australia needs is a paradigm shift equivalent to two previous policy turning points: the post-war reconstruction of the 1940s, and the 1980s market liberalisation. It is a point worth developing. There is some intriguing North American political science literature that analyses the rise and fall of policy regimes and examines how they correlate with, and help determine, the cycles of (presidential) politics. We can discern something roughly similar when we reflect upon the patterns of twentieth-century Australia. The interwar period has long been recognised as one marked by political stasis and policy stagnation. A new order had to await the election of the Curtin government, its senior members steeled, as Megalogenis observes, by the abject experience of Jim Scullin’s Depression-era Labor administration. They also harnessed new (Keynesian-inspired) ideas and strengthened institutional arrangements through the recruitment of “experts” to the heart of government and by collaborating with an invigorated public service to usher in the managed economy. In turn, that model was consolidated during the long boom presided over by Robert Menzies.
By the late 1960s, however, the post-war policy settlement came under strain as international financial arrangements fractured and domestic economic disorder grew. Australian politics entered another period of instability and policy flux, with governments either clinging to established verities or pre-emptively seeking a fresh direction at a point when conditions were not yet fully ripe. It was, of course, the Hawke–Keating Labor government, learning from the chaos of the Whitlam years, but also benefiting from the gestation of deregulatory ideas and the maturing of institutional innovations begun under its Labor predecessor, that instigated a new market-based policy settlement in the 1980s. This was entrenched in the early years of John Howard’s prime ministership. Since the early 2000s, however, there have been signs of regime decay, manifested in a return to policy complacency (Megalogenis is biting about the negligence of Howard’s latter terms), the proliferation of intractable problems and an outbreak of political skittishness, set against the background of increased global uncertainty.
Needless to say, the notion of large-scale policy cycles cannot by itself account for recent political upheavals and policy confusion (the altered media landscape, party decline and institutional disequilibrium are clearly contributing), but nor is it irrelevant. Policy cycles can indeed help us understand why opportunities for governments and their leaders wax and wane over time: they are not all created equal. In any case, we should be grateful to George Megalogenis for challenging us to look beyond the existing (declining) status quo and for his brave intuition of the coming policy wave.
Paul Strangio
Paul Strangio is an associate professor of politics at Monash University. His most recent book is Settling the Office: The Australian Prime Ministership from Federation to Reconstruction (co-authored with Paul ’t Hart and James Walter).
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George Megalogenis writes about today’s economy with a grasp of the broad sweep of Australian history and an awareness of the social consequences of economic performance and policy – attributes which have been all too rare among economic commentators of the past two decades. He is thus able to diagnose aspects of Australia’s economic performance – and the strengths and weaknesses of Australian economic policy-making – which elude many others.
In Balancing Act, Megalogenis draws attention to what he sees as the shortcomings of Australian economic management during and after the China-driven “commodities boom,” which, together with the global financial crisis of 2008–09 and its aftermath, has been the most important phenomenon shaping Australia’s economic experience thus far in the twenty-first century.
There is much to admire in Megalogenis’s analysis of this period. But his prognosis – that Australia has entered a “danger zone,” where “a recession of some kind will be difficult to avoid” – does not follow ineluctably from that analysis. And his proposed course of treatment hardly amounts to the radical surgery that he suggests it does.
With the exception of China itself, probably no other country benefited as much from China’s rapid economic growth, industrialisation and urbanisation as Australia. This was because Australia’s resource endowment was uniquely suited to China’s needs. Of the four commodities at the heart of China’s transformation – iron ore, coal, oil and LNG – Australia, alone among the world’s major commodity exporters, possessed three in ample quantities. Moreover, Australia also benefited from China’s emergence as a major manufacturing exporter, so that we paid lower prices for imported manufactured goods.
Australia’s terms of trade – the ratio of the prices received for our exports to the prices paid for our imports – improved by 97 per cent between 2000 and their peak in 2011. No other commodity-exporting nation gained as much: over the same interval, Canada’s terms of trade improved by 18 per cent, New Zealand’s by 26 per cent, Norway’s and Brazil’s by 39 and 40 per cent respectively, and South Africa’s by 42 per cent. Only Russia and Chile came close to recording terms of trade gains close to Australia’s, but even they fell around 10 percentage points short of our gains. And of course for most of Australia’s peers among the advanced economies, this rise in the prices of commodities and fall in the prices of manufactures represented a loss of income, rather than a gain as it did for Australia.
Megalogenis is right to point out that during this period, Australia’s (public) finances “suddenly assumed the character of a magic pudding.” As the Parliamentary Budget Office has recently calculated, between 2002–03 and 2008–09 “parameter variations” (that is, unexpected windfalls) boosted revenues by a minimum of $222 billion. Yet, rather than save the bulk of this in a form of “sovereign wealth fund” – as Ross Garnaut, Chris Richardson and I advocated at the time – to be drawn down in order to cushion the inevitable downturn after commodity prices peaked at some (then unknowable) point in the future – the Howard government (in its last five years in office) and the Rudd government (in its first year) spent the lot, and more – giving away, according to the PBO’s calculations, $89 billion in tax cuts and deliberately increasing spending by $175 billion.
This was when the “age of entitlement” which Joe Hockey bemoaned in 2012 was created. And it was then that the seeds of Australia’s present budgetary difficulties were sown – although they were subsequently well watered by the Gillard government’s inability to reverse the spending increases undertaken during the financial crisis, and its insistence on yet more discretionary increases in entitlement spending. As Megalogenis concludes, “we … failed to live up to our own previous high standard of prudence.”
Precisely because Australia benefited so much from the “up” phase of the commodities boom, it was almost inevitable that we would find the subsequent “down” phase difficult – especially since we did so little to prepare for it. Since 2011 Australia’s terms of trade have deteriorated by 29 per cent. Apart from Russia, whose terms of trade have fallen by 30 per cent over this period, no other commodity-exporting nation has seen a similar decline: Brazil’s have fallen by 18 per cent, Norway’s by 14 per cent, Chile’s by 12 per cent, Canada’s by 10 per cent, and South Africa’s by 9 per cent, while New Zealand’s terms of trade have actually risen by 3 per cent over this period (though they have declined from a somewhat later peak in 2014). And of course most other advanced economies’ terms of trade have improved since 2011.
The remarkable thing, therefore, is not that Australia’s economic performance has deteriorated since the peak in commodity prices in 2011 – which, of course, it has – but rather that Australia has thus far managed this challenging period better than virtually all of the other countries which gained much less than us from the “up” phase of the commodities boom, and thus prima facie had less to fear during the “down” phase.
Australia has not experienced a recession, in the widely used sense of that term, as Canada and (more dramatically) Brazil and Russia have. Australia’s growth rate has slowed, to be sure – to 2.5 per cent in 2015 – but not as much as Chile’s (2.1 per cent), Norway’s (1.7 per cent) or South Africa’s (1.3 per cent). Our unemployment rate is higher than at the peak of the boom, but it has risen by less than in South Africa, Brazil and Norway, and remains lower than in Canada. Of the commodity-exporters with which it is legitimate to compare Australia, only New Zealand has weathered the “down” phase of the boom better than Australia – and, as noted earlier, the “down” phase for New Zealand has been both more recent and milder than for hard-commodity exporters like Australia.
Far from demonstrating the limitations of Australia’s “open model,” as Megalogenis calls it, Australia’s comparative resilience is, arguably, a vindication of it. An open door to (authorised) migration (giving Australia a faster rate of population growth than most other commodity-exporting, or “advanced,” economies), a capacity and willingness to cut interest rates to record lows, a flexible exchange rate, a more flexible labour market than most conservative critics are prepared to acknowledge, and a willingness to eschew the more dramatic forms of fiscal austerity pursued in most other advanced economies – all these things together have served Australia very well.
Megalogenis’s more telling observation is that we could have done even better – had, as he cogently and persuasively argues, Australian governments (federal and state) been willing to spend significantly more on infrastructure. Not only would our economy have been stronger, but so would the quality of life in our cities – and maybe in some of our regions – have improved too.
Australia would have been better placed to spend more on much-needed infrastructure if we hadn’t frittered away so many – indeed, more than all – of the gains that accrued to governments during the “up” phase of the boom. As the Reserve Bank Governor, Glenn Stevens, has pointed out, albeit subtly, on several occasions, we could have done this had governments been more willing to borrow at the record-low long-term interest rates available to them in recent years. The appetite for Australian government debt suggests that both local and foreign investors would have financed infrastructure spending equivalent to at least one, and possibly more than two, percentage points of GDP – provided that the infrastructure projects were demonstrably well chosen, and especially if successive (federal) governments had sought to improve their “operating” budget positions over this period.
But even if, as Megalogenis advocates, infrastructure spending “should probably return to the levels of the 1960s, when it was closer to 10 per cent of GDP,” this hardly amounts to a repudiation of the “open model,” where “four key prices – the currency, interest rates, tariffs and wages” are “removed … from political control.” On the contrary – as Megalogenis acknowledges at one point – it represents an “augmentation” of that model. We now have what Megalogenis calls for – “a Reserve Bank–style model … to identify and rank projects on economic and social grounds, and to recommend timelines for implementation” – in the form of Infrastructure Australia. We simply need to provide stronger guarantees of its independence from governments, and more powerful incentives for them to follow its recommendations.
Much the same is true of Megalogenis’s other suggestions. He’s right to draw attention to the risks associated with Australia’s love affair with property investment, and the role that Australia’s tax system has played in promoting that form of infatuation. And, yes, it would have been better if negative gearing had been curtailed during the global financial crisis – a suggestion which Wayne Swan repudiated upon belatedly releasing the Henry Review in May 2010, even though the Henry Review hadn’t actually recommended it – or, indeed, at any time in the past three decades. But that’s no reason to cavil at doing so now. Indeed, as Megalogenis says elsewhere, “the political dialogue about tax has to change”: but with the exception of superannuation, he doesn’t say where, or how.
Similarly, he’s right to draw attention to Australia’s below-average rate of female workforce participation, especially compared to Canada or New Zealand. However, Megalogenis’s recommendation amounts to a plea for prime ministers to follow Canadian prime minister Justin Trudeau’s example in allocating Cabinet positions among men and women – sound advice, to be sure, but hardly a radical expansion of the role of government in the economy.
Megalogenis’s essay doesn’t really amount to an argument for much bigger government – such as Jeff Madrick, who at one time held a similar role at the New York Times to the one Megalogenis held at the Australian, sought to make in the aptly titled The Case for Big Government (2009). Rather, it is a plea for better government – government which looks, thinks and plans ahead, which does what governments are supposed to do and does it well, which is willing and able to “lean against” the “irrational exuberance” to which markets are from time to time inclined, and which is concerned about issues like fairness and opportunity. As such, it’s both well-argued and timely.
Saul Eslake
Saul Eslake is a vice-chancellor’s fellow at the University of Tasmania and an independent consulting economist. He has previously been chief economist at ANZ, chief economist at Bank of America Merrill Lynch Australia, and director of the Productivity Growth Program at the Grattan Institute.
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I was on the tally-room panel on Queensland election night when it was announced that Premier Campbell Newman had lost his seat and government. I observed that the implications were quite profound. The “average lifespan” of a premier in Queensland was now just 2.4 years, and this in a state where before 1990 there had been only one change of government in seventy-five years.
I then proceeded to provoke the panel by providing an explanation for this phenomenon. “In 1990, we, the Country Party, were running Queensland on a budget of just $8 billion – the ALP couldn’t run it on $49 billion and the LNP needed $51 billion!”
A fellow panellist, the ex-Brisbane mayor Jim Soorley (ALP), pointedly commented, “Yeah, you and Leo Hielscher.” (Leo was Under Treasurer of Queensland under Joh Bjelke-Petersen.)
I replied, “Well, more power to us.” Soorley was undoubtedly right: Leo Hielscher and Sid Schubert delivered, as did the government, a very competent public service.
Laura Tingle’s Political Amnesia shows the damage done by the politicisation of that “valuable repository of memory,” the public service. Forthright advice and a sense of duty have been replaced by quiescence, or more properly a self-serving acquiescence. But Tingle’s essay falls short of explaining why Queenslanders loved their governments so much for seventy-five years and yet dislike them so intensely now.
George Megalogenis’s Balancing Act quite rightly asserts that “something deeper is happening here than the predictable incompetence of politics.” Thoughtful people would agree. Not surprising, really, because people are now enduring the bitter harvest sewn by twenty-five years of market fundamentalism. What the Honourable Billy Wentworth called “marketisation” is the removal of all mechanisms of protection and support. This while the giants – the US, the EU and Japan – have removed very little. I’ll give but one example of this: world agriculture receives 41.5 per cent of its income from government, whereas Australian agriculture receives only 5.6 per cent. And while the giants have maintained their levels of support, the BRIC economies have remained aggressively interventionist.
Megalogenis avers that voters are asking for “a return to some form of government intervention in the economy” and that “this is resisted … because of a misguided faith in the open economic model.” It can be added that such faith is very bipartisan, deep-rooted and semi-religious. Consequent upon the mantras of “deregulation” and “National Competition Policy” becoming government fiat, the manufacture of motor vehicles in Australia has ceased, and gone is all whitegoods manufacture, as well as almost all manufacturing of footwear, clothing, personal accoutrements, watches, mobiles, biros and glasses.
Wool, up until deregulation, was Australia’s biggest export commodity. Since deregulation, sheep numbers have declined by 64 per cent. Since deregulation, 31 per cent of the dairy herd has gone. Since deregulation, 17 per cent of our sugarcane production has gone. So too 20 per cent of the beef and veal cattle herd. Ironically, with cattle, this is a result of social interventionism: the ban on live cattle exports and the moratorium placed on all “on-farm” (micro) irrigation. And a propped up Australian dollar.
Not surprisingly, economic “anti”-interventionism has led to no Reconstruction Board and no ethanol. (The US and Brazil have ethanol, and as a consequence their cattle access the valuable byproduct distillers grain.)
The economic rationalists told us that “freeing the market” – getting rid of industries that need government “intervention” – will liberate resources to move into other industries. After twenty-five years we are entitled to ask, “What other industries?”
We’re told, “service industries.” Australians’ future is to be waiting on tables and cleaning toilets for foreign visitors (tourism). Or are our universities to become visa shops (education)?
In the ten years before marketisation, electricity prices stayed almost static at a miniscule $740 per household. In the ten years following marketisation, prices shot up to $2347. Now we have the world’s second-highest electricity charges. This prices us out of mineral processing. In April 2016 the steel plant in Whyalla and the nickel plant in North Queensland both announced they would close. Much of the NSW steel industry is also gone. Plans to expand aluminium at Gladstone have been scrapped.
Megalogenis’s Balancing Act avers that the electorate is demanding intervention in the form of deficit budgeting. He is right, of course. The time-honoured aphorism says it well: “The people in pain will punish the people in power.”
Megalogenis doesn’t answer a question; he poses a question. He rightly points out that Kevin Rudd borrowed money for insulating your roof and improving school buildings. These generated more debt, but there was no increase in revenue to service this debt. The global financial crisis made this quick fix an imperative. History will undoubtedly applaud Rudd and Swan. But the point still holds: Labor offers social benefits and pork-barrelling, but this is more than offset by the growing burden of servicing the debt that results. This traditional approach is colourfully described by Professor John Quiggin as “Zombie Economics.”
Professor Brian Galligan long ago delineated how the Queensland Country Party government borrowed nearly half a billion dollars for just two items. This was on an annual state budget of less than $1 billion – it was deficit budgeting on a cosmic scale.
Half of this money was spent building ports, coal loaders and rail lines for the (yet to be developed) Queensland coalfields. The other half was spent building the “world’s biggest” power station. There were no contracted customers for the coal, nor for the electricity. This truly was government venture financing on a grand scale.
Until the 1960s most referred to Queensland as the State of Stagnation. The 1966 Queensland Year Book recorded coal production of a miniscule 1.6 million tonnes, while aluminium production was nil. By 1986 coal was 69 million tonnes per year. In today’s money that is $5 billion a year. In 1986 Queensland produced 3 million tonnes of alumina and aluminium (in today’s money, earnings of over $1 billion a year).
Macro-analysis removes Canberra from reality and communicates in a language that only esoteric commentators understand. Government and the Roman Church used Latin in the Middle Ages to prevent people from participating in matters of importance. The expert commentator speaking jargon can get away with not having the slightest clue what he is talking about.
Back in the land of reality, clearly the way forward is deficit budgeting – borrowing money – but only money to create development. What will we get for the $5-billion tunnel announced by the Newman (Qld LNP) government, or Bill Shorten’s $5000-million River Rail crossing. To quote the Courier-Mail, in a wonderful piece of irony, “it will get you home 15 minutes earlier to watch the TV.”
If this money goes not to self-indulgence but to development, it can build the NT–Qld border canal, the rail-line into the Galilee coalfields, the dam projects south-west of Cairns and Townsville – new industries creating $15 billion a year into the indefinite future.
Let me be very specific: the current situation of buying everything from overseas but selling nothing to pay for it is the Path to Perdition.
The question remains: will we walk into the land of reality? Or continue on ever deeper into the ideological wilderness?
Bob Katter
Bob Katter is a federal MP and the leader of Katter’s Australian Party. He is the author of An Incredible Race of People.
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“Will we have to wait for another crash before we find the model that restores stability to our twenty-first century?” In the last line of his Quarterly Essay, George Megalogenis asks exactly the right question for the situation Australia now faces. Our economy is out of kilter with global conditions and public expectations. Since the financial crisis of 2008, our political system has been spinning its wheels trying to gain traction on the big challenges – how to maintain prosperity, meet the needs of a changing, growing population and respond to destabilising global risks.
The central proposition of Balancing Act – that Australia should debate “a permanent change in the relationship between the state and the market” – is right. But to succeed, that debate needs to question the deeper assumptions and relationships underpinning the dominant policy consensus. Only then will we unlock the ideas that can shape another generation of inclusive growth. In Time for a New Consensus, an essay published concurrently with Balancing Act, we argue that Australia’s policy elites are trapped within the narrow bounds of a consensus that has outlived its usefulness. That consensus, described in Balancing Act as the “open model,” was constructed in the 1980s through collaborative, experimental leadership and dialogue across politics, the public service, the media, business and civil society. It was driven by the need to ensure all citizens would benefit from economic modernisation, when global stagnation forced a reconsideration of Australia’s “federation” model, which itself had prevailed through most of the twentieth century.
The 1980s consensus fused neoliberal economic reforms with social insurance – Medicare, superannuation, HECS and now the National Disability Insurance Scheme. It underpinned economic growth for a quarter of a century and became globally influential. But its most productive and fruitful reforms were enacted twenty years ago. Now, the rising financial and political cost of extending economic deregulation and social insurance helps to explain the recent turbulence and rancour of federal politics. Since 2008, both sides of politics have struggled to reconcile conflicting expectations of economic growth, social investment and a balanced budget, amid increasingly shrill and antagonistic public debate. In a world where interest rates are at their lowest for five centuries, nation-states are going bankrupt, and climate change and inequality threaten global stability, the policy repertoire of the 1980s simply does not achieve traction.
Like any other nation, Australia cannot expect to maintain inclusive growth by default, or assume that a policy mix it helped to invent three decades ago will remain relevant or superior. So Megalogenis is right that a re-scoped economic policy agenda should include a much more active role for government in improving education and infrastructure, because the open model has not and cannot generate adequate solutions. He is also correct to point to low interest rates and public borrowing power as an opportunity to do this. But the issues he highlights – gridlocked cities, too-hot housing markets and growing educational inequality – are not the causes of our current situation, but symptoms of a deeper problem that must also be addressed.
In fact, the workings of the “open model” have transformed the structure of Australia’s economy in ways that are now impeding adaptation and renewal. Amazingly, Australians emerged from a once-in-a-century resources boom more indebted than when we entered it. Bank lending increased between 1985 and 2015 from just above 20 per cent of GDP to almost 130 per cent. The main focus of this ballooning debt is housing. Australia has the world’s highest ratio of housing debt to total lending (54 per cent compared to, for example, 16 per cent in the United States, 20 per cent in France, 40 per cent in the UK and 14 per cent in Hong Kong), and the world’s second-highest ratio of mortgage debt to GDP (at 99 per cent, behind only Switzerland). As Megalogenis points out, housing is one of the least productive ways to invest. Lopsided lending for private housing has diverted finance away from business investment, which should be developing new products, services, infrastructure and jobs in non-mining sectors. Housing finance increased from less than 25 per cent of credit outstanding in 1990 to more than 60 per cent today; business lending declined from almost 65 per cent to less than 35 per cent over the same period. (Finance for new houses declined from 35 per cent of new commitments to 15 per cent today.) As a proportion of the economy, finance and real estate have soared from 7 per cent in 1975 to 12 per cent in 2015, while mining grew from 6 to 9 per cent, and manufacturing declined from almost 20 per cent to 7 per cent. Finance-sector profits increased from less than 1 per cent of GDP in 1985 to more than 5 per cent in 2015. The finance sector now makes up almost half (47.5 per cent) of the ASX200’s total market value.
Australia’s productive base beyond mining has actually narrowed or declined over this period. Minerals alone accounted for 59 per cent of merchandise exports in 2015. Rising wages and a high dollar have hollowed out domestic industry. For two decades, the impact has been masked by mining investment, rising house prices and escalating government expenditure.
In an economy that was adapting well to changing conditions, capital and knowledge would be invested in a wide range of activities and infrastructure, creating new products, services, technology applications and business processes. But this is not what the spectacular growth of private debt and financial transactions has been used for over the last generation.
In fact, the emphasis placed by the 1980s consensus on the importance of markets in allocating resources has helped to blind us to the risks of an economy over-concentrated in specific sectors and over-dependent on private debt and consumption. While market liberalisation created real gains, aided by an aggressive privatisation program, they were essentially one-offs. So too with free trade: despite the rapid growth of new markets in the Asia-Pacific region, the World Bank estimates that recently signed free-trade agreements will produce no GDP growth for Australia.
Deeper thought about the sources of productive growth is needed. As we discuss in detail in Time for a New Consensus, it is not markets that take decisions or invest resources – it is groups of people operating through institutions and networks. Global markets are a permanent feature of our landscape, but building the capabilities to thrive amid such competition is a matter of human effort – by businesses, communities, governments and civil society.
Building these dynamic capabilities should be the task of the next consensus. Focusing on comparative advantage – on those sectors capable of punching above their weight in global markets – will guide allocation of the nation’s resources. It will also defend against the tendency within government towards administrative centralisation.
To do this successfully we must move beyond the static conception of the 1980s consensus, in which comparative advantage is assumed to arise simply from applying the discipline of market competition. This snapshot view fits neatly with a relentless emphasis on free trade and domestic competition. Not surprisingly, it ends up favouring those forms of advantage that are natural, geographically fixed and inherited – such as mineral resources. Over time, it ignores three crucial dimensions of economic development: differential industry growth, technological improvement and the divergent social impacts of different industries.
First, industries grow at very different rates as societies mature and develop. As nations emerge from poverty, demand for meat grows faster than for rice; it then tapers off once citizens can afford to eat their fill. Similarly, demand for automobiles at first grows faster than for bicycles, then tapers off, before (in the richest countries) reversing, as citizens place a premium on fitness. These differentials can create big problems for nations that specialise only in their field of natural comparative advantage. The East Asian nations that have improved so dramatically in recent decades have chosen to specialise in fast-growing manufacturing sectors, not slow-growing traditional parts of the economy.
Second, industries show very different technological potentials over time. England’s textile producers spectacularly increased their output during the Industrial Revolution by introducing new machines and new techniques, driving productivity to unimagined heights; Portugal’s winemakers, by contrast, were forced to continue growing grapes and pressing juice from them, with only marginal increases in output over time. This effect is even more marked today, with huge disparities in technology-driven productivity growth among industries, especially those close to the twin revolutions of information technology and biotechnology.
Third, and perhaps most importantly, different industries bring about divergent social consequences. Some generate more equality and greater opportunity for workers by relying far more on labour than machines or software. These usually drive higher skills and learning and allow wages to capture a much greater share output. In precision engineering and specialty chemicals, wages account for two-thirds output, and the operating surplus (from which equity holders draw their return) accounts for a mere 6 per cent. Others bifurcate into a small number of high-wage employees and a great amount of technology. In computers and life sciences, wages account for only 11 per cent and 7 per cent respectively of output.
These three characteristics make any policy effort to create comparative advantage a complex challenge. They demand a shift from one-off static advantage to cumulative, dynamic advantage, and they help to explain why the “open model” cannot cope with the transition to a post-mining-boom economy.
Market forces alone will not maintain both economic vitality and high social investment. And while governments should be more willing to use public borrowing and investment to counteract market failures, this is not enough. The new consensus must focus on how private enterprise and public policy can combine to create economic capability through investment, innovation and learning.
This will not be easy, but the three factors outlined above give an important clue about how it can be done. Comparative advantage in the twenty-first century demands geographic and sectoral decentralisation. Where past reformers sought to create seamless national and international markets, the next generation must focus on specialised sectors of the economy, which cluster differently from region to region.
This is a big shift, away from remote federal rule-making institutions and towards more dynamic, partnership-based efforts in city-regions. Because the old consensus sees the role of government as limited to neutral rule-maker and enforcer, diligently hunting down and eliminating sources of “rent-seeking,” Australian political institutions and policy-makers have largely shed the ability to design and implement strategies at this level. But there are signs that the change is beginning, as state and city governments, universities and industry groups pursue a new agenda.
The 1980s consensus was not a set of timeless truths uncovered by Milton Friedman and Bob Hawke, but a specific set of propositions developed through persistent, collaborative effort. An equivalent process is needed today. It will not be easy, but Australia has succeeded before. Balancing Act is helping to open up the conversation we need to have.
Tom Bentley and Jonathan West
Tom Bentley is a writer and policy adviser. He was the director of Demos, a London-based think-tank, and deputy chief of staff to Prime Minister Julia Gillard. He is the co-author, with Jonathan West, of the Griffith REVIEW ebook Time for a New Consensus.
Jonathan West founded and directed Harvard’s Life Sciences Project and the Australian Innovation Research Centre. He is the co-author, with Tom Bentley, of the Griffith REVIEW ebook Time for a New Consensus.
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At the end of George Megalogenis’s discourse on the woes of Australian politics, he encapsulates the equal mixture of ambition, anxiety and ambivalence in Australia’s current mood: “The only thing weighing us down,” he quips, “is the chip on our shoulder.” It’s a wonderful line and a lovely Australian piss-take on America’s nation-defining axiom, ‘‘The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.”
Franklin Roosevelt spoke those words to a shaken nation on his first day as president of the United States: 4 March 1933. In the preceding four years, the US economy had shrunk by one-third. More than 20 million Americans were unemployed and those who did have jobs struggled to survive on wages that were barely above starvation levels. Contemporary observers worried that “capitalism itself was at the point of dissolution.” A friend of Roosevelt’s warned him that if he succeeded he would be remembered as the greatest president, but if he failed, as the worst. ‘‘If I fail,’’ he replied, ‘‘I shall be the last.’’
Today Australia, and much of the world, is mired in the long shadow of another economic malaise. The global financial crisis was not comparable to the Great Depression, and latter-day parallels should not be overdone. But allowing for differences in scale, there are similarities in the challenges of both eras.
Most obviously, the global economy is again in a protracted period of slow growth. What began in the United States has spread to Europe and is now dragging down emerging markets. Australia, which many hoped had escaped the crisis, may just have been waiting its turn.
Megalogenis surveys the landscape and concludes that our “version of capitalism … is broken.” This motivates his essay’s first argument: that we need to chart a new course because our policy frameworks are no longer fit for purpose. He is right and proved so by nearly a decade of anaemic global growth.
Megalogenis’s second argument is that the answers to our predicament lie outside the mainstream Australian reform discourse. Again, he’s spot-on. Australia’s reform discourse is dominated by business councils, economic journalists and the commentariat of retired public servants who cut their teeth in the Hawke–Keating era of liberalisation, which remains their north star. Deregulation, privatisation, workplace flexibility and tax cuts are the four walls of their economic worldview. But as Hyman Minsky said, “Those who long for the lost reform era must recognise that ‘economies evolve and so, too, must economic policy.’”
Megalogenis astutely observes that Keating’s liberalisation agenda worked to solve the challenges of the 1980s but isn’t fit for purpose anymore because the economy is so different now. New challenges – digital disruption, automation of jobs, financial stability, inequality – need new solutions.
Megalogenis believes the alternative to Keating’s open globalism is to throw back further in time. He believes that what is needed is more akin to the “post-war reconstruction of Curtin, Chifley and Menzies.” He would like to see more investment in “physical infrastructure, education and innovation” and more done to address inequality.
All these are sensible propositions, but we should be looking forward rather than back to find the new economic model we need. Hawke and Keating built a policy edifice to address the defining challenge of their time: globalisation. Now another generation needs to build a response to a new challenge: the digitisation of the economy.
We need a policy framework that grapples with 21st-century economic challenges, such as:
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How do we maintain hard-won workplace protections in an economy increasingly dominated by freelancers? (How do you make sure Uber drivers have sick leave?)
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Is it okay for some companies to own huge amounts of personal consumption, health, financial and even genetic information? (Should personal data be private or perhaps a public good for the benefit of all?)
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What is the role for small peripheral economies like Australia when so much economic activity is becoming dominated by global networked digital oligopolies? (Netflix, for example, had, until recently, nearly a million Australian customers, but almost no local employees.)
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How do we go about taxing multinational companies in a digital economy where there is no “local production” and transfer pricing can approach 100 per cent?
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How can we use digital technologies to reconceive public services? (Are huge productivity gains in health and education potentially within reach?)
Technological progress has made citizens more informed and globally connected than ever before. This has implications for economic policy and the role of government. We have to “rethink the state” once again in the context of a digital economy.
When FDR assumed the presidency, the US was crying out for a new direction that had been denied them under his predecessor, President Herbert Hoover, whose free-market ideology taught him to eschew government intervention to help the poor and revive the economy. Hoover’s intransigence made him a figure of derision. The shantytowns of unemployed in the cities became known as “Hoovervilles” and the newspapers their residents used to stave off the cold were known as “Hoover blankets.”
Roosevelt immediately promised “action, and action now.” He shut the nation’s banks the day after his inauguration. During the next hundred days, he delivered what historian Arthur Schlesinger Jr called “a presidential barrage of ideas and programs unlike anything known to American history.” He attracted a new generation of reformers to Washington (“men with long hair and women with short hair,” according to contemporary wags).
Australia’s political situation calls for a similar response to our present malaise. Rarely in our history have we been less confident of our collective purpose, our environmental wellbeing and our economic security. We have no idea what sort of world we will be leaving our children to inherit. We need fresh ideas because we can no longer delude ourselves that the answers to new problems lie in the past.
Andrew Charlton and Jim Chalmers
Andrew Charlton is the author of Ozonomics and Fair Trade for All (with Joseph Stiglitz) and two Quarterly Essays, Man-Made World (which won the 2012 John Button Prize) and Dragon’s Tail. From 2008 to 2010 he was senior economic adviser to Prime Minister Kevin Rudd. He is a director of the strategic advisory business AlphaBeta.
Jim Chalmers is a federal Labor MP. He has been director of the Chifley Research Centre, chief of staff to the deputy prime minister and treasurer, senior adviser to state and federal Labor leaders, and Labor’s national research manager. His book Glory Daze was published in 2013.
BALANCING ACT
Correspondence
One fascination of economics is watching how trends in thinking ebb and flow. In the 1970s economic nationalism reigned. By the 1990s you were an economic rationalist or an economic illiterate. During the global financial crisis we were all Keynesians.
Today, Australia’s economy faces obvious, urgent problems that none of these approaches will help us solve. Australians are not getting better at thinking, building and creating fast enough. For many, wages are growing slowly or not at all, and living standards in Australia have not improved for five years. The mining construction boom is drawing to a close, and the global economy is dominated by uncertainty and unease.
The old thinking isn’t working anymore, here or overseas. We’re not merely observing our economy in transition; there is a transition underway in how we think about government’s role in helping Australia out of the mire.
Enter George Megalogenis, whose essay offers a clear-sighted perspective on how the toxicity of politics is contributing to our economic malaise, and a thoughtful, evidence-based argument about stronger government intervention in infrastructure and cities policy in particular. Balancing Act is not, and is not meant to be, a coherent new philosophy of how government and the economy ought to interact.
Politics is suffering due to a lack of agreement on this point. Much of our current economic debate feels as if it has no anchor, no shared starting point. One minute the scourge is budget deficit, the next the tax mix, then the tax burden on the middle class, then on companies. While we debate tax policy as though it is the only economic issue that matters, economic problems of vast national importance are being largely ignored.
In searching for a new way to think about government’s role in the economy, it’s worth noting that what Megalogenis describes as the “open economy” model has been deeply rooted in the minds of Australian politicians and the public for almost thirty years. If the resident galah knew anything, it was that the best thing government could do for the economy was get out of the way. But suddenly, evidence is everywhere that the time for this idea has come and gone.
Today, there is broad recognition on both sides of politics that government shapes and influences our economy: it cannot avoid doing so. Government spending in Australia is 37 per cent of GDP. Some government interventions are very direct, such as removing support to the car industry, or signing a free-trade agreement that privileges one industry over another. Some are less direct: how much funding we provide to the CSIRO, how many young people we train in metallurgy or medical science, whether we build a new freight link in Penrith or Perth.
The bipartisan engagement on innovation policy demonstrates this shift in thinking. Today, it is accepted that innovation matters to economic growth, and that governments drive innovation through regulation, universities policy and other means, such as investment in science and research. This flies in the face of traditional economic thinking, but it has been adopted by Australian politicians with very little comment, because the evidence that it works is so strong.
The shift away from dogma is a global phenomenon. In Europe and the United States, economic decision-makers are busily enacting policies (for example, trying to drive growth by printing more money) which would have been sacrilegious a decade ago. There is global interest in the work on inequality of Thomas Piketty and organisations like the IMF and the OECD. All are arguing that without government intervention capitalist economies will create unequal societies, and that over time this will slow growth. Social policy is back in vogue, for economic reasons as much as any others.
Academic economics, too, is throwing off the shackles of textbook thinking. The exciting field of behavioural economics argues that some of the foundation principles of the science are, when tested in the real world, utterly wrong.
These shifts have a common thread: pragmatism over philosophy, real-world thinking over textbook, evidence over theory. We may not be looking at a new economic orthodoxy, but rather a shift away from orthodoxy altogether. The guiding principle for government intervention might therefore be this: governments should engage where the evidence shows they can make a difference.
If we used this thinking to build an economic agenda for the nation, I think we would find there is plenty for Australian governments to do that is urgent, obvious and the subject of wide consensus.
If we asked most decision-makers and economists what the evidence tells us matters most to Australia’s prosperity, and what government can influence, I think they would agree on five big challenges. Our education system, so important to underpinning today’s prosperous Australia, is fast falling behind that of our peers. The sluggish engagement with Asia by Australian business and governments is seeing other countries sweep up export and partnership opportunities that Australians have long regarded as fait accomplis. Climate change has become an undeniable reality, and the chance to become a global renewables powerhouse is slipping from our grasp. We are lagging behind in big infrastructure investments (broadband, public transport) with huge potential to drive growth. And there are concerns about whether Australia could weather another financial crisis, due to the growing debt of Australian governments and households.
Not everyone will agree on how to order these issues, and some will add one or two to the list. But any government looking for an economic agenda can find plenty to get on with here, purely on problems that virtually everyone agrees are critical.
Yet we spend disappointingly little time in politics talking about these, the most important economic issues facing our nation. Why this is so has plagued me since being elected to parliament almost three years ago. As a journalist, Megalogenis evidently finds it frustrating to comment on. As a politician, it can feel enraging to participate in.
One part of the problem that I see up close is that our political culture is addicted to conflict. Question Time, the centre stage of our democracy, is dominated by aggressive posturing and tit-for-tat point-scoring – an abominable way to conduct a deliberative process and, on many days, a total waste of time. Some politicians feel that focusing on areas of consensus is a missed opportunity to highlight political differences between the parties. From a policy perspective, this kind of thinking is starting to hurt Australia badly. And politically, I think it misreads the desires of the electorate.
The idea of a less hateful political culture isn’t a fantasy, because we’ve enjoyed it before. Our last great consensus leader, Bob Hawke, was not elected with a mandate to open up the Australian economy. But he was able to do so because he first brought the country together. Then, like now, what mattered most was finding an economic direction for the country that was broadly shared – by many, if not by all. Of course, politics had conflict back then. But today governments seek out policies specifically because they know they will be opposed. Past governments – better governments – strove for the middle ground.
The role of government in a transitioning economy is to do what evidence shows us works. If we took that approach, we’d find the answers – and consensus about them – much more quickly than we are doing at the moment. In time, those interventions may come to be described as a coherent ideology. The neat way of describing the Hawke–Keating modernisation project didn’t emerge until it was underway. In the meantime, we politicians have plenty to get on with – even if we don’t yet know exactly how to define what we’re doing.
Clare O’Neil
Clare O’Neil is a federal Labor MP. She studied economics at Harvard as a Fulbright Scholar and was Australia’s youngest female mayor. She is the co-author, with Tim Watts, of Two Futures.
POLITICAL AMNESIA
Response to Correspondence
Laments for the decline of our political discourse, of our institutions, have been a regular feature of the Australian political landscape in recent decades. But the germ of the idea at the heart of Political Amnesia came from elsewhere. Amid the appalling state of politics in the first half of 2015, many people were bemoaning the loss of a connection with “adult government.” Labor in office had no idea what it was doing, the argument went, but then the Coalition won the 2013 election and rapidly appeared intent on proving to us that it had not a clue either.
In this vein, a feature of the often bizarre politics of the Abbott era which struck me – and others – was that the Coalition was repeating, almost move for move, all of Labor’s political and policy mistakes.
I started to consider the issue of memory and why it seemed to have become so faulty in our politics. In turn, that made me think about the institutions which constitute our political world: the political parties and organs of executive government and the parliament, the public service and the media. I wondered whether, maybe, the bad politics came from a lack of memory and, in turn, what might have brought this about.
The themes of institutional memory loss and the decline of institutions are interwoven, of course. Writing the essay, I found it all too easy to stray occasionally into straightforward examination of institutions rather than what they can bring to our discourse because of their collective experience. And this is apparent in many of the responses to the essay – both some of those included here and those appearing in other forums.
The essay has struck a particularly powerful chord in the public service, often with more of a focus on the decline of the APS than on the decline of institutional memory per se.
Others have argued that we don’t need to remember things because the world has changed so much that past lessons aren’t relevant. I fear that some of those advocating this position may have cause later in life to blush at such bold assertions because they utterly miss the point of my argument.
My argument has never been that things were done well in the “olden days” and we ought to replicate what happened then. That would obviously be a ludicrous position. In the economic world, for example, the structures have been utterly transformed from those of a few decades ago.
Instead, the argument is about some very simple ideas: that knowing there are, or have been, alternative ways of approaching anything will make your deliberations better; that having different perspectives brings a creative tension to deliberation – for example, the tension between the public good and the political imperative.
Knowledge of alternatives and the existence of a vibrant creative tension both require strong institutions which are confident of their power base and place in the world. And the whole point of my essay is that what lies at the core of this confidence and vibrancy is knowledge and tradition. Their value does not lie in sentiment, but in the perspective they give on new ideas, and the way they enrich the capacities of the people who run our country and must deliver on those ideas.
Political Amnesia has sought to remind people of this value, and I believe it has helped to start a much-needed debate about how the balance of power, influence and ideas in our institutions has shifted in the past few decades. Most importantly, it has begun a debate about whether we need to change this balance for the better – not to go back to the past, but to secure a more vibrant future.
Laura Tingle
POLITICAL AMNESIA
Correspondence
We agree with much of Laura Tingle’s perceptive analysis. We question, however, whether advice from the public service is now devalued because of its loss of institutional memory. We also question her conclusion that this memory loss stems from excessive staff mobility between agencies and too much contracting out, which necessarily reduce specialist skills and knowledge.
The number of separations from the Australian Public Service has remained pretty constant for a long time. Retrenchments are up but resignations are down in recent years, for example. As regards mobility between agencies, the overall rate is 1.6 per cent, which is neither high nor much changed in more than fifteen years. Moreover, among senior staff mobility seems to have fallen. Arguably it ought to be higher, since too many public servants can become stuck in their and their employer’s comfort zone. Shifting between similar agencies can be a learning experience that challenges preconceptions, improves self-knowledge and encourages innovation. Indeed, Tingle approvingly cites the performance of the Department of Finance in the 1980s and 1990s, which pursued a policy of recruiting from other agencies – the average time spent in Finance by most of the subject matter experts was about two years.
When considering the impact of contracting out on institutional memory, Tingle cites the school-building and home-insulation programs. First, even those who criticise elements of their implementation need to acknowledge that both of these programs supported a lot of employment across the nation, arguably the key objective, and that the improvements in school infrastructure and energy savings are enduring and worthwhile. Second, it is not clear what actual experience of delivery the Australian government was meant to draw on, as it had never been directly engaged in these activities. (It needs to be remembered that the states, not the federal government, deliver the main public services, such as education, health, transport, building and construction and policing.) In the case of pink batts, the environment department acknowledged its lack of expertise and recommended that states or nationally operating contractors deliver the program. It was overruled in favour of delivery by “blokes in utes” – a government decision. Moreover, evidence was tendered to the royal commission that the government was advised (unfortunately not in writing) to delay implementation because of risks.
Finally, Treasury had advised the government to favour responses to the global financial crisis that could be rolled out quickly (“go hard, go early, go households”) because it had examined what went wrong with the response to the 1990–91 recession. Back then emphasis was given to major infrastructure projects, which state premiers declared to be “shovel-ready”, but in practice about two years elapsed before expenditure fully geared up, which was too late. In 2008–09, smaller projects spread across the country offered a much better chance of forestalling a feared recession.
Frankly we think Tingle very much overstates the role of contracting out in eroding institutional memory. What matters is that governance is designed to maximise the incentives for good performance; that agencies have access to relevant data so that they can evaluate performance; and how curious advisers are to understand their environment and how best to meet policy objectives. When employment services were outsourced in 1998, for example, great care was taken to capture performance information, which was intended to inform both policy and the allocation of future business among the private providers.
Ultimately, these are issues of organisational capability and culture, which in our experience can be undervalued even when the agency is directly responsible for delivery. Capability of this kind can be built in many ways. For example, in the 1980s and 1990s independent evaluation of all federal government programs was made mandatory. This was intended to force policy-makers to consider what does and doesn’t work, and why. Unfortunately, independent evaluations are much less frequent these days, which may suggest that politicians or senior public servants don’t want to risk receipt of information that reflects badly on their programs. Such attitudes can persist whether or not a program is outsourced.
Notwithstanding these qualifications, we do agree with Tingle that the role of the APS in giving policy advice (and especially unsolicited advice) has been diminished. So too has its capacity to engage in forward-looking strategic thinking. The critical issue is why such a gap exists. Is it, as some have argued, that successive governments have told senior managers that their job is “to do, not to think”? Is it because politics has become more polarised and personalised, with fewer continuous positions across governments? Is it that senior managers give priority to “the relationship” with the minister or the office over “speaking truth to power” and have lost the ability to have difficult conversations? Or is there a failure of communication – in one reviewed case, the senior managers of an agency argued that what the government wanted of them was, in effect, issues management, whereas current and previous ministers expressed concern about the same agency’s lack of strategic focus. Or is the APS culture now so heavily task-focused (and, as some have argued, slimmed down) that there is little time for critical thinking or innovation, which undermines a culture of curiosity and engagement with ideas? This list of suggestions is far from exhaustive – but it has little to do with staff mobility or outsourcing.
We believe that public servants should be responsive to the government of the day, but they should be able to combine this with a capacity to warn and to suggest alternatives where necessary. Reforms in the 1980s were, inter alia, intended to make the APS more responsive, but unfortunately the pendulum now seems to have swung too far in that direction. Successive governments and the public service leadership probably share responsibility for this. As Tingle comments, “It is not just about politicisation. It is a result of politicians failing to value and preserve institutions.”
Michael Keating and Stephen Sedgwick
POLITICAL AMNESIA
Correspondence
Laura Tingle’s thoughtful and at times sombre portrait of the politics of amnesia touched a nerve for me, principally because, as if to prove her point, there was so much in the essay I wasn’t aware of. Modern Australian political history tends to canvas the sharp break-points and scandals, leaving slower-moving institutional dynamics as vague silhouettes below the surface. In this hyper-accelerated and superficial political environment, Tingle suggests, our knowledge of modern political and institutional history has atrophied to a sketchy caricature. Even more damaging, she suggests that this amnesia among political, media and public service actors is cultivated and actively rewarded by a system in which methodical and deliberative debates over public policy have been supplanted by a fevered churn of catchy announceables, seven-second grabs and breathless “gotcha” moments.
Tingle saves her sharpest barbs for the brief, hysterical tenure of Prime Minister Abbott, whose reign hopefully marks the nadir of this kind of blindfold politics, but with Prime Minister Turnbull’s page in history as yet unwritten, it is too soon to tell whether or not the tides described in this essay are turning, at least as far as the major parties are concerned.
The relentless erosion of the public sphere by private interests deserves further scrutiny, as the public sector has found itself increasingly contorted, downsized and restructured. While Tingle’s essay mournfully describes the loss of institutional memory as a natural consequence of decades of perpetual overhaul and quickening political cycles, the public is also sold the assumption that lean, for-profit corporations will always deliver services more efficiently than lumbering, faceless bureaucracies. As the essay demonstrates, a little historical remembering does substantial damage to this lucrative conceit.
This is just one way in which our political culture now firmly rewards political amnesia. It has become an adaptive trait. I can’t help but wonder how much that has to do with the convergence of the ALP and the Coalition towards some beige, neoliberal-infected political “centre” so that in some respects they are nearly indistinguishable. Political amnesia helps Labor insiders cope with the quiet abandonment of progressive positions when they move from Opposition to government, and it has certainly smoothed the conscience of the Coalition to forget that had their approach to the global financial crisis prevailed, Australia would probably have gone into a sharp recession. Principally, this cultivated amnesia helps all participants in the major parties stay sane when party positions change or reverse through some urgent expedient, rendering yesterday’s strident rhetoric about Oceania awkwardly incompatible with today’s talking points about Eastasia.
While precise details might be easily forgotten, the wearisome tenor of this fishbowl politics is having a marked effect on the electorate, which is now voting for non-major-party candidates in record numbers. The combined vote of the ALP and the Coalition has been in long decline, as voters are tempted towards independents and minor parties who, irrespective of their politics, at least appear to have a pulse. Thus the Senate now contains the largest number of crossbenchers in its history and functions from time to time as a genuinely deliberative chamber, a point alluded to briefly in the essay but probably worth further consideration.
The role of the internet also deserves another look. On the surface, social media platforms have quickened the pace of superficial political churn and deepened our tribal echo chambers, but there are countervailing tendencies that are more interesting. The internet is also a deep repository of political memory – anyone with a modicum of interest and access to a web browser can unearth historical parliamentary reports, statements, press clippings or tweets and pull them into the flow of today’s conversation in a way that was impossible in the relatively recent past. The more conversational, many-to-many nature of the medium also acts as a counterweight to older-style broadcast politics, where rulers could more easily get away with assurances that, “We’ve always been at war with Eastasia.” There are public engagement tools being brought into service in the United States and Europe that are bringing citizens ever closer to direct democracy, and the first pillar of such deliberative techniques is access to good information for all participants, which can’t help but act as a solvent of the kind of cultivated ignorance described in the essay.
Political amnesia is hardly just an Australian phenomenon – the grotesque US Republican primaries provide one sharp example of that – but we do our forgetting in our own unique way. I can’t help but feel that having swung so far in the direction laid out in Laura Tingle’s essay, maybe the pendulum is at last heading back the other way. We’d best hope so.
Scott Ludlam
POLITICAL AMNESIA
Correspondence
Laura Tingle is right to suggest that memory is a problem in Australian politics. But, for most of the Australian political class, the problem is not amnesia. Rather, like the Bourbons, they have learned nothing and forgotten nothing.
The key word here is “reform.” As Tingle observes, “reform” remains a fetish word, at least for the political class. Its continuing magical power can be seen in the recent National Reform Summit, jointly sponsored by our rival national dailies, the Australian and the Australian Financial Review, along with the inevitable participation of consulting firm KPMG (which helpfully notes its affiliation with KPMG International, “a Swiss entity”).
The content of “reform” is generally taken to be self-explanatory. Obviously, for example, anyone who suggested a tax reform that would require higher income earners to pay more income tax, or a productivity reform that involved more leisure, would not have been welcome.
As Tingle observes, “reform” has become “a hollowed-out word which you attach to anything voters won’t like in the hope that it will make you appear a strong and decisive government.” The problem lies in her implicit contrast with an earlier era in which there was consensus around a reform agenda based on an “obligation to explain and advocate.”
The memory of this golden era is what gives the word “reform” its continuing magical power, at least among the political class. But it is largely mythical. Reform has been a top-down process, imposed without any serious attempt at persuasion, from the very beginning. The floating of the dollar, generally seen as the starting point of the microeconomic reform era, was announced following late-night meetings between Treasurer Keating and senior Treasury officials, the content of which is still disputed.
By the early 1990s, the term “economic rationalism” had entered the public lexicon, thanks to Michael Pusey’s book Economic Rationalism in Canberra. The era of explanation and advocacy was well and truly over, replaced by a sharp divide between the political class and the public. As Tingle observes (with implicit reference to the political class), to argue against economic rationalism was to invite “ridicule or contempt.” By contrast, among the public at large “economic rationalist” became, and remains, a term of abuse.
The results were seen in the National Competition Policy (NCP), a deliberate and successful attempt to institutionalise economic reform by means of an end-run around the political process. A carefully selected committee, appointed to analyse an obscure area of commercial law, produced recommendations which turned into an intergovernmental agreement, backed with huge and financial incentives and penalties. By the time NCP came to the attention of the ordinary voter (through, for example, the contracting out of local government services), it was a fait accompli, impossible to challenge through any democratic process.
The upsurge of support for Pauline Hanson was not only due to John Howard’s dog-whistle attacks on “political correctness.” It owed at least as much to the (correct) perception that ordinary people no longer had any say in the crucial issues of economic policy. Tingle recognises this, but, like the rest of the political class, treats it as an unalterable fact about the world rather than the result of specific (and misguided) policy choices.
John Quiggin
POLITICAL AMNESIA
Correspondence
Australia faces a set of very difficult challenges, and it has less control over the effectiveness of its responses than has historically been the case. Laura Tingle is right to point out that the explanations frequently given for the decline in policy-making in Australia – the 24-hour news cycle, poll-driven policy options, the rise of the political professional, and the decline of “real life” experience among politicians – are not by themselves sufficient. Her essay also focuses on loss of memory in politics and policy-making, and the collapse of institutions that should be responsible for these, including a risk-averse public service. These are, for her, key factors in explaining the widespread view of those interested in politics and policy that Australia is suffering from “political amnesia,” and has forgotten how to govern.
Bob Hawke’s government is viewed as one of the most talented and effective in recent decades. It had a well-qualified and diverse group of ministers, especially at the outset. It also had a clear view of the structure and processes of government, much of which had been developed by Gareth Evans. I had the opportunity, when co-opted from the public service to be Hawke’s first chief of staff (or principal private secretary), to see this at first-hand. Hawke made it clear from the start that he wanted to govern on the basis of consistent principles:
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Policy decisions were to be made in an orderly way by cabinet, based on the best available advice and cognisant of the views of interested parties, and subsequently ministers were to be responsible for implementing these decisions.
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The prime minister’s office was expected to ensure that the policy and political advice to the prime minister was consistent with the government’s objectives and was thorough and timely, but at the end of the day the prime minister was the decision-maker.
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The prime minister’s office, and indeed the whole of government, needed to work with the public service to make full use of its resources. The public service needed to be involved in developing policy options, not least because it generally had to implement them.
I had the opportunity to speak recently with Hawke. He said, not surprisingly, that none of his views on these elementary but enduring principles had changed, and they remained equally applicable in 2015, despite the many technological and structural changes affecting government that had occurred in subsequent decades.
Tingle raises two matters that are worthy of more detailed comment: the prime minister’s office, and the role of the public service. This is not to claim for either that all worked well in “the good old days.” Demonstrably this was not the case. Nor is it to say these models are readily applicable to a very different world. But there can be important lessons from the past.
Hawke’s four chiefs of staff were all seconded from the public service. But his staff always included senior political advisers who, inter alia, provided views on policy options and certainly had no qualms about putting their views strongly. I was accountable for ensuring this interaction happened. Hawke did not like surprises as a result of inadequate consultation.
The reconciliation of policy and politics was helped by Hawke being clear on the difference between leading and managing, meaning he was prepared to take on issues that were unpopular. “We are here to make a difference,” he would say. Most of his ministers were the same. One of them stressed to me after he was appointed Minister for Transport and Communications that he wanted the department always to provide first-best policy options, and he would decide on the politics.
A difficulty I see with the current arrangements for prime ministerial, and indeed ministerial, staff is the larger numbers involved. Hawke’s office was able to function with a third of the staff of recent prime ministers. Too many staff inevitably means competition for access to the prime minister, and there is less incentive to use the public service effectively.
Tingle describes at length the way in which significant parts of the public service have suffered a decline in skills and institutional memory. Many blame the growth in the size and influence of ministerial offices for this decline. This is no doubt a contributing factor because little encouragement is given them to work together effectively. But ultimately this is an issue on which leadership has to come from the top. Unless the prime minister of the day is clear about how he or she expects ministerial offices and the public service to work together, it will not happen.
Hawke made this point by making regular visits to the Department of Prime Minister and Cabinet, as did other Hawke government ministers. As Hawke’s chief of staff I spoke to Mike Codd and Geoff Yeend as secretaries of the Department of Prime Minister and Cabinet a couple of times each day.
Institutional memory is an interesting concept. How individuals recall the past influences how they act in the present. Hawke’s belief that the Whitlam government had not used the public service well affected how he saw that relationship. It is also often the case that public servants in the same institutions for lengthy periods are most resistant to policy change.
Companies often have a different view of institutional memory to the public sector – they don’t want their executives to take institutional memory with them if they leave for a competitor. This is generally reflected in employment contracts, and extended “gardening leave” for departing executives.
The challenge for the public service, as Tingle’s essay highlights, is how best to learn from the past. But there are other fundamental considerations at work. Central to having governments use the public service effectively, and to attracting good people, is to involve public servants from the outset in the development of policy and its implementation. At present public servants are often brought into the process late or not at all, and yet are expected to implement the policy.
Public servants are also increasingly risk-averse, because they are blamed for mistakes, not always of their own making, that get into the public fora. Of course they should be held accountable for avoidable failures. But if public servants are expected to be more innovative and less risk-averse, there needs to be clarity from the start as to both responsibility and accountability. The shift to greater use of contracts for the public service has only exacerbated the inclination to be risk-averse. A recent Victorian auditor-general’s report into the East-West Link included the following observation: “Some public servants involved in this audit indicated that providing frank and fearless advice when they believe a government does not want to receive it will negatively impact their influence or career opportunities.”
Policy change is always difficult. The losers know who they will be, but the winners are frequently not aware until after the changes have been made. Vested interests, whether corporate or union, are aggressive and sophisticated in protecting their positions. If governments are to achieve significant reform, the community needs to be engaged and informed of the benefits. While ministers need to play the main role, some part of this responsibility will fall to the public servants, and so progress will involve some risk-taking. The public servants involved in the major changes to communication and transport in the late 1980s and early 1990s can vouch for this, but the productivity gains continue to flow to the economy. In my view the capacity to reform transport and communications existed in the public service in the late 1980s. When it was galvanised by a political commitment to microeconomic reform, and the public service was engaged and worked closely with ministers, reform happened.
Political Amnesia should provoke serious consideration of more effective ways of governing modern Australia, and if it does this it will have been an important contribution to tackling the tough challenges we face.
Graham Evans
POLITICAL AMNESIA
Correspondence
Hugh Heclo describes government agencies as “bundles of memory and practices that are inherited from a particular past and carried forward.” Laura Tingle’s Quarterly Essay confirms this: an institution’s memory lies partly in its traditions – in its processes of socialisation and the stories that are told and retold from one generation to the next. Seldom is such knowledge written down. Much of it is tacit, known informally and passed on verbally. It is learnt through apprenticeship and refined through practice and experience.
Many observers (including the chiefs of staff and senior officials I have interviewed) believe that institutional memory is now under threat. In Westminster systems, the bureaucracy’s rationale is to provide continuity of administration and institutional memory for governments, whatever their political hue. Instead we have what British political scientist Christopher Pollitt describes as “organisational forgetting.” Of course, as we have seen, there is nothing neutral about institutional memory; politics is inherent to judgments about what to remember and what to forget – hence the ferocity of the history wars that were once waged between the political parties, but now rage within them – including, as we have seen since 2010, and as Malcolm Turnbull is learning to his chagrin, within incumbent governments.
Laura has taken what was until now an academic and insider debate and made it accessible to an informed readership. She builds a compelling and mostly persuasive case. Our political institutions and policy processes have become debased to the point where a large proportion of Australia’s citizens, its business and community leaders now seriously doubts their capacity to address current and future challenges. I strongly concur with her diagnosis that this is the unintended consequence of more than forty years of almost continuous “reform.” She is so right when she observes that, “we have not at any point stopped to look back and frankly assess what has been good and what has been bad, and whether we need to change not just policy but the way we think about entire issues, and how we think about the role of the public sector.”
I am less convinced that problems delivering the Rudd government’s stimulus programs in response to the global financial crisis were attributable to a lack of memory within the Commonwealth public service about how to implement large capital programs. I contend that this exposed a quite different kind of forgetting – one that is much more pervasive and troubling. It seems to me Australia’s political class and the press gallery no longer remembers what constitutes an appropriate role for the federal government. Successive reviews and inquiries have shown that much of the necessary expertise was available at the state level. As with so many recent Commonwealth forays into areas of state responsibility, this expertise was neither sought nor heard. The issue, then, was less one of institutional memory than of habit and culture among Commonwealth ministers and their departments in their dealings with their sub-national counterparts; and a lack of respect for the “rules of the game” about who can and should do what within Australia’s federal system.
Laura’s provocative questions are “Can we fix it?” and “Where does it lead us if we don’t?” I have argued elsewhere that ministers are the missing link in public sector reform. We have a structural problem that, in many ways, ministers have brought on themselves. The hybrid model that emphasised responsiveness, that has led to centralisation, small group decision-making and a tendency to focus on the short term, has begun to fray and show its limits. Political leaders are failing to learn the lessons of experience – theirs and others – and it is costing them.
The question is how to build a plank of continuity into the arrangements of government. The United States has been grappling with this dilemma for sixty years. It is a fruitful source of ideas for mechanisms to enhance institutional memory. In the American parlance, the goal of every new administration is to “hit the ground running.” Yet few incoming presidents have been able to make the most of the opportunities that present briefly at their transition to government. What Terry Sullivan has called the “triple curses of arrogance, adrenaline and naiveté” can afflict electoral winners, making it difficult fbor them to absorb the lessons of past experience. Yet learning is crucial, to facilitate a smooth and successful transition and to avoid repeating mistakes that can have long-term consequences for a new administration.
In the United States, scholars and practitioners have made two major efforts to address the problem of institutional memory in the White House. The first are studies of the president’s chief of staff, where former occupants of the position, from both sides of politics, come together to share insights and lessons from their time in office. The published outcomes of such projects provide “primers” for current and prospective White House staff. The second is an ongoing research collaboration, the White House Transition Project, which provides non-partisan advice and information intended to support an incoming administration to make a smooth transition to government. Its findings are available on a dedicated website: whitehousetransitionproject.org.
Such detailed empirical work into the roles and functions of the Australian prime minister’s office and the offices of senior ministers and other key office holders is perhaps less necessary here than in the American context, where many thousands of positions are filled by political appointees at the start of a new administration. Even if diminished, a professional and impartial career public service remains a potential source of institutional memory – available to all leaders, should they choose to engage it. But, as Laura has shown, this will require significant renovation, including the fashioning of a new narrative tradition that would enable the public service to transcend the serious damage wrought by the disruptive changes of recent years and the behaviour of political and some bureaucratic leaders.
A generation of public servants no longer knows or understands the “rules of the game” because these rules have been violated or dismantled. In the words of the legendary mandarin Sir Arthur Tange, the “symmetry” of the Westminster model has been fractured and not replaced. We know from research that there is no agreement on either the stewardship role of the public service or what now constitutes a “proper” relationship between ministers and public servants. This is a live debate in the UK, where civil servants have identified the relationship with ministers as the “unresolved constitutional question.”
Focused effort is needed to recover the craft of public administration. We need, too, to broker a new bargain between ministers, their staff and public servants, where the default is trust, mutual respect and a commitment to work together in the public interest.
In Australia, Rod Rhodes and I have suggested that the search to preserve institutional memory could begin with a review of the arrangements for ministerial staffers. This hybrid system has evolved through accretion rather than design. We might consider other models which ensure that prime ministers get the mix of responsive and neutral competence that they need to discharge their complex obligations. We could ask, for example, whether a politically appointed Senior Executive Service, in preference to ministerial staffers, could help to improve links between ministers and the public service. Other systems cope with politicised public service appointments by requiring candidates to be subject to confirmation processes, for example.
Other options might include considering whether Australian prime ministers might be better served by longer, more formal transition periods. In the US, the period between the election and Inauguration Day is seventy-five days. It’s unlikely so long a period would be required (or tolerated by our hyper-partisans), but something a bit longer than the current “morning after the night before” might be worth contemplating – not least because, as we know from Kevin Rudd’s experience, and perhaps too from Tony Abbott’s, exhausted people taking the reins after a frenetic and bitter election campaign may not make the best decisions. It may be worth considering, too, formal support for transition planning, as has been the case in the United States since 1963.
There remains a fundamental dilemma about how to reconcile responsiveness and agility with experience and institutional memory. Laura has made the case for why we need a wide-ranging debate about how we can learn to remember. So urgent has the loss of institutional memory become that Rod Rhodes and I have argued that the next wave of public-sector reforms should focus on ways of preserving it.
Anne Tiernan
POLITICAL AMNESIA
Correspondence
If the one-eyed man is king among the blind, what does that make the keeper of memories in a country of alleged amnesiacs? Seriously and permanently exasperated, if Laura Tingle’s Political Amnesia is anything to go by.
Tingle began covering national politics before many of we “meretricious players” now populating Parliament House were born. The number of people who know more than she does about the contemporary political and policy history of Australia could fit around the dining table at the Lodge.
Having borne witness to Australian politics at some of its greatest modern moments of achievement and ambition, it is not surprising that Tingle would look reproachfully upon the past six years. Between their echoing codas of “wild treachery and weirdness,” and the claustrophobic tug of war that has seen barely a metre of progress gained on key policy issues, these must often have been dispiriting times to cover from up close.
But in searching for ways to put all that behind us, Tingle may be looking in the wrong place. By placing such emphasis on political memory, her essay implicitly asserts that the past is an accurate guide to the present; that “what worked then” should influence us – public servants, politicians and advisers – when making decisions about “what to do now.” She writes: “Without memory, there is no context or continuity for the making of new decisions . . . The perils of this are manifest. Decisions are taken that are not informed by knowledge of what has worked, or not worked, in the past.”
At the same time, Tingle acknowledges that the environment in which politicians seek to govern is very different now than it was twenty or thirty years ago. She focuses on changes in the media landscape and their effect on the daily practice of politics, but a series of broader shifts beyond the walls of parliament and the press gallery also need to be acknowledged. Taken together, they make today’s political environment so different from the Howard years – and certainly from any prior era – that it is questionable whether we can gain all that much from mining the successes and stuff-ups of those earlier times. The really significant changes include:
The decline of government expertise and authority
Where once governments could speak to the people with an authoritative voice (and public service agencies to their ministers with the same), there are now many and competing sources of information, knowledge and opinion. Put simply, citizens in democracies don’t believe or trust their governments just because they are The Government anymore. The mistrust that started with Watergate and the Dismissal, and grew through events like the Iraq War and the global financial crisis, has seen to that; not to mention local outrages like Children Overboard and the steady drip of entitlement scandals, broken promises and internecine brawls that have worn holes in the credibility of office.
The result is that every idea, every argument, every policy must be developed and prosecuted in an environment that can sometimes resemble a free-fire zone. Competing ideas and information from lobby groups, academics and every wingnut with an internet connection are constantly whizzing by, while media outlets – whom Tingle rightly identifies as increasingly relentless – are hunting for any crack in the plaster before it has even set.
The GST debate was a glaring example of this. By my count, no fewer than seven organisations or individuals – the Greens; David Gillespie MP; Grattan Institute; Deloitte Access Economics; PricewaterhouseCoopers; Parliamentary Budget Office; CPA Australia – recently published detailed and diverse modelling on ways to change the GST and its impact on household budgets. There’s no doubt this adds contestability to the debate, but it has also seen the Liberal government lose control of the tax reform conversation in a way that will make laying out a coherent policy direction mighty difficult (should it ever find the cojones to do so).
When the voice of government no longer carries a decisive weight in political debate, setting a policy course and steering true takes far more effort and skill than was required of past administrations.
The personalisation and customisation of service delivery
After decades of being told we are not citizens but “clients,” people have internalised this message. As a result, consumers of government services now expect to be king at the Medicare office just as much as they are at Myer. Gone are the days when governments could dictate to Australians how and when their offerings should be accessed, or cleanly delimit their areas of responsibility. As the Department of Finance noted: “citizens are not concerned about which agencies or levels of government deliver the services they require; they increasingly expect coordinated responses that they can access in any way they choose.”
The behind-the-scenes coordination and information-sharing needed to make this happen is diabolically complicated. The introduction of the National Disability Insurance Scheme is Australia’s first serious attempt to deliver truly tailored services on a national scale. Instead of block-funding services that people with disability must take or leave, the scheme offers custom-designed care packages that let consumers themselves decide what sort of supports they need. Successfully delivering this scheme to the half a million Australians who may ultimately be eligible for it will require an unprecedented level of coordination between state and federal governments, as well as among government agencies at both levels. It is a clear departure from the one-size-fits-most approach.
Whether or not the NDIS succeeds according to its original vision, this is what service delivery will be expected to look like in the future. No past Australian administration – not Howard’s, not Keating’s or Hawke’s before him – ever faced a populace with such high or varied expectations of how government would serve it.
The triple bottom line
Tingle writes somewhat witheringly of Kevin Rudd’s commitment to achieving the “double dividend” of economic and environmental good when designing Australia’s response to the global financial crisis. But in fact, almost all policies are now expected to take some account of the “triple bottom line” of economic, environmental and social impacts. In particular, growing awareness over the past two decades of environmental harms such as climate change and, more recently, social challenges such as inequality, mean that governments must grapple with solving specific problems while ensuring their solutions also address – or at least do not exacerbate – these more general ones.
Energy policy needs not only to deal with practicalities like pricing or supply, but also to lower Australia’s carbon emissions. Infrastructure investment must boost productivity while remedying service gaps that have fostered inequalities across our cities. Health policy should make us fitter and healthier, and do so in ways that deliver long-term efficiencies to the budget.
It was far simpler to design and deliver policies back when the only things that mattered were their primary impacts: how many people helped, how much money spent, what contribution to the nation’s capital stock?
In short then, the present political environment bears about as much resemblance to that of the early Howard years as Kim Kardashian does to Kim Beazley. Today’s governments have weaker authority, but are expected to do more for us and fix more complex problems. All this, while having less direct control over key economic levers and being increasingly hemmed in by events and agreements set in train far from our shores.
Australia’s recent administrations are of course not alone in facing these challenges. In light of this, it seems that asking, “What worked here, before?” will not necessarily unearth the useful insights Tingle has advocated for in her essay. A better question for those seeking to make sound policy may be, “What is working now, elsewhere?”
Rather than studying the rear-view mirror, we should be looking overseas, to other jurisdictions around Australia, to any place where they have faced the same problems we wish to solve and successfully surmounted them in today’s political environment. For example, Canada has a long-term unemployment rate less than half of Australia’s – what can we learn from it about policies that get people back to work and keep them there? Germany’s share of world service exports is five times greater than Australia’s – what might we glean from its success and apply to our own economy? Victorian school kids routinely perform better on standardised tests like NAPLAN than their confreres elsewhere – what should we borrow from that state’s approach to lift standards across the nation?
To gather promising policies, magpie-like, we do not necessarily need public servants with long institutional memories. However, we certainly do need a smart, analytically rigorous APS staffed by the sharpest talent this country can produce.
Tingle is spot-on in arguing that continual cuts and disrespect are no way to build a public service of this calibre. But if we can recruit the best people and put them to work in well-resourced agencies held in high esteem by politicians and the public alike, their mission once there should not be to delve inwards and into the past. It must be to look outwards to policy successes elsewhere and in the present.
Jennifer Rayner
POLITICAL AMNESIA
Correspondence
Like the Quarterly Essay, papal encyclicals deal with matters of contemporary moment. In 1958, Pius XII issued Meminisse iuvat (“It Helps to Remember”), addressing the plight of the Church in Eastern Europe. No doubt he was channelling Ovid, just as Laura Tingle has in the dedication appended to her excellent and very sobering encyclical. But while the Pope employed the consoling language of prayer and the imagery of an ancient iconography, Tingle has delivered a much more forensic and mordant account of the dysfunctional nature of modern Australian government.
For those of us who cannot remember whether we have amnesia or not, it is confronting to have the trite and ephemeral character of our national politics so ruthlessly flensed and filleted. It is as though we are doomed to live in a Kafkaesque present that comes from nowhere and goes to the same place. And for someone like me, who spent three decades grappling with the major themes of foreign, defence and national security policy, not to mention a subsequent four years wrestling with climate change policy as a chief of staff in the Rudd and Gillard governments, it forces the unanswerable question, “Why did I waste my life like that?”
Yet political amnesia is not new. We simply do not care to remember it, thereby permitting its constant repetition. Just three years before the Anschluss that helped to set Europe on its path to hell, in a famous speech attacking German rearmament, Churchill commented on the futile Stresa agreement between Britain, France and Italy.
When the situation was manageable it was neglected, and now that it is thoroughly out of hand we apply too late the remedies which then might have effected a cure. There is nothing new in the story. It is as old as the sibylline books. It falls into that long, dismal catalogue of the fruitlessness of experience and the confirmed unteachability of mankind. Want of foresight, unwillingness to act when action would be simple and effective, lack of clear thinking, confusion of counsel until the emergency comes, until self-preservation strikes its jarring gong – these are the features which constitute the endless repetition of history.
He could have been talking about Australia’s experience.
If one cannot trace the lineage of a policy, placing it in the broader narrative of history, then it will lack relevance and durability. The troubled story of Australia’s climate change policy offers a poignant example of this. It was not so much the inability of the Gillard government adequately to explain its policy as it was Abbott’s refusal to countenance Howard’s slow but steady journey to the Damascus of a price on carbon that destroyed a market-based approach to tackling global warming. The inane repetition of “Axe the tax” failed to distinguish between a tax and a price. More importantly, the trashing of the Clean Energy Future package both deprived Australia of an economically efficient means of reducing the atmospheric carbon burden and destroyed our reputation as a progressive and constructive member of a community of like-minded nations intent upon creating a global solution to “the greatest moral challenge of our generation” – and all this for a short-term political victory that was inevitable. It is a delicious irony that the victor is now himself vanquished, joining his soulmate, Canada’s recently repudiated prime minister, Stephen Harper, in the pit that is amnesia’s doppelganger – oblivion.
But the etiology of Australia’s governmental paralysis does not depend on amnesia alone. Tingle weaves at least three other symptoms of dysfunction into her lament for a broken system.
First, the hollowing out of the public service, with the consequent loss of institutional memory, has contributed enormously to our political amnesia.
Second, the rise of the political class has effectively promoted personal political preferment over the national interest, or even the interests of the party. While Labor boasts a greater collection of dunderheads (especially in the Senate) who have arm-wrestled their way through the union movement, the Liberal and National parties are not immune from the careerists and crazy-braves unable to distinguish between pragmatism and principle. For the political class, the tide of history is no help in surfing the wave of the moment.
And third, the arrival of the political staffer – reflecting the need of many politicians to surround themselves with adolescent claqueurs rather than experienced counsellors – reinforces the triumph of evanescence over substance. The half-life of the average political staffer is about two years, with changes in ministerial appointment and, more particularly, changes in government precipitating major clean-outs. As Tingle reflects throughout her essay, churn is the enemy of continuity. It, too, causes political amnesia.
This amnesia, however, is reinforced by a number of equally pernicious developments that could be added to Tingle’s list.
Chief among these, at least until Turnbull’s resurrection as prime minister, has been the absence of any articulated vision for Australia, or even for the government of the day. The electorate simply has no idea what the government aspires to, what it stands for or what its values might be. The recurrent slogans of “queue jumpers,” “they’re coming to get us,” “the economy’s a wreck,” “we pay too much tax” and “small government” betray a craven inability to imagine a future that improves upon the past. This is not just amnesia – it is cynicism.
Second, leadership is the vehicle that delivers vision. That, too, is in deficit. The sight of prime ministers lurching from one self-generated crisis to another serves both to undermine the confidence of the electorate and to reinforce the popular view that we are governed by hollow men and women. One of Howard’s strengths was to manage the news cycle, rather than being managed by it. Rudd, Gillard and Abbott all failed to assert the authority of their office, preferring to start at shadows or manufacture “announcements” that were little more than a recycling program to an electorate that couldn’t be bothered remembering what might have been said yesterday.
A third factor that contributes to Australia’s political malaise is a rejection of reform, less a result of reform fatigue (the past decade has not seen enough reform to tire anyone) than of reform phobia. And where reform has been attempted, such as the Clean Energy Future package managed through the parliament by Greg Combet (more an economic reform than an environmental one, it should be noted), it has been unceremoniously dumped by fear-mongering ideologues.
A final and even more cynical contribution to the mess that is contemporary Australian government is the disdain for effective accountability. A procession of ministers, for instance, has hidden behind the fiction of “operational security” in refusing to comment on so-called “on-water matters” when questioned about the plight of refugees and detainees.
The Abbott government’s draconian Border Force Act made it a criminal offence for anyone working for or contracted to the Department of Immigration and Border Protection to reveal anything that happens at the offshore detention centres. This effectively removes an element of public administration costing over $1 billion per annum from parliamentary and media scrutiny, morphing it into a quasi-security operation. The black uniforms and martial tone sit oddly with Turnbull’s new emphasis on reconciliation, inclusiveness and engagement.
And the security organisations, never especially accountable, have themselves become even less accountable for the actions of their employees, who are now indemnified against prosecution if they commit a crime in the course of a “special security operation.”
The 2001 Children Overboard affair and the subsequent parliamentary inquiries showed that ministerial staffers are not accountable. While public servants are subject to a biannual pummelling at the hands of inquisitorial senators, ministerial advisors are not answerable for their actions or for the policy advice they provide to their ministers. This is symptomatic of the pathology modern governments have towards any form of accountability, whether it is media scrutiny or parliamentary review. Yet accountability is central to a vibrant and robust democracy. It is also a powerful stimulant to memory.
In 1979, John Paul II issued his first encyclical, Redemptor hominis (“Mankind’s Redeemer”), offering the promise of redemption as the solution to the doubt, crisis and collapse affecting the contemporary church. We should all look forward to Tingle’s third encyclical in the hope that it will inspire confidence and optimism that our governmental system is on the mend. To that end, Cicero’s De Officiis (“Concerning Responsibilities,” often mistranslated as “On Duties”) may be a more instructive text than the Annales of Tacitus.
Allan Behm
POLITICAL AMNESIA
Correspondence
At heart, the problem is one of accountability. Accountability for policy development no longer lies with the public service. Instead, it is often within the purview of the ministerial staffer or the party’s election policy committee. Without doubt, we want our governments and staffers to provide a touchstone or framework for policy development, and to outline the values that policies should advance. And it is entirely appropriate for a new government to bring urgency for change and an appetite for reform. But detailed policy design by ministerial staffers is probably not healthy.
While I was working in Prime Minister Rudd’s office, I thought it was to the credit of our policy advisers that briefs did not obsessively focus on political sensitivities. Instead, sensitivities comprised a short section and were often de-emphasised amid complex policy discussion. Now I wonder if our large and very capable staff should have been less instrumental in policy design.
Ideally, we want our public service to be an engine room for ideas, which are then modified according to the values of the current government. But until the public service gets a clear message that it should be “open for policy business,” it will struggle to attract and retain the talent required to develop both good ideas and institutional memory.
Centralised decision-making concentrates power in an ever-smaller group, within a very large public service. By many accounts, Prime Minister Turnbull appears to be returning government to a more decentralised status quo. A friend in his office confirms that he has strong intentions to run a cabinet government. When considering a brief from his office, Turnbull quips, “I’ll need to ask the opinion of my health adviser,” referring to the Minister for Health.
Less centralised decision-making should help with another of Tingle’s laments: that all ministers and parliamentary secretaries are viewed (by the government and the media) as mouthpieces on any topic, rather than experts in their policy area. Indeed, the talking points that we distributed each morning from Prime Minister Rudd’s office were called “Round-the-worlds,” in recognition that any member of government could get a question on any topic.
Finally, we should be alert for “institutional memory” masking an underlying resistance to change. Occasionally in my time at the Department of Prime Minister and Cabinet, I noticed that we would brief against a policy because we had a vague institutional memory of a similar policy being debated and rejected in the past. As a recent graduate, I took this as received wisdom. But looking back, it may just have been institutional inertia.
So while memory is useful, we should be careful that it is not used merely to maintain the status quo. Indeed, in some areas it may be helpful to start afresh. Some of the most interesting social policy ideas around the world at the moment are emerging from radical breaks with traditional ways of thinking and operating. Rather than a plaything of the rich or the supergeeks, technology is being reconceived as a way to drive inclusion, prevention and opportunity.
Institutional memory may help to drive policy strength in the public service, but it might not serve governments equally well in embracing the new.
Tarah Barzanji
POLITICAL AMNESIA
Correspondence
Laura Tingle’s autopsy of policy-making in the Australian Public Service is accurate and revealing. I write as one of the Class of ’96, that generation of public servants reared entirely in the Howard era, when policy-making disappeared from APS departments. Tingle notes that the Department of Foreign Affairs and Trade was spared the worst of the policy vacuuming – but it didn’t seem that way to me, as a fresh-faced newcomer. While DFAT is renowned as one of a handful of “elite” agencies in the APS, it was clear throughout the Howard years that policy-making was simply not in its remit.
I vividly recall sitting in a large function room in Canberra in 1995, preparing to sit one of the many DFAT entrance exams. With a twinkle in his eye, the official administering the exam provided some advice on the recruitment process: “Don’t tell us you want to join up for the policy work – we know it’s all about the overseas postings!” This was met with hearty laughter from the assembled university students, but it triggered a small alarm in my brain. “But I am in it for the policy work,” I thought, and I’m sure I wasn’t the only one.
My subsequent career in DFAT presented me with many unique opportunities and lots of fun – but no policy work, not really. My overseas posting at least gave me the opportunity to write reporting cables – but I was not in an “important” part of the world, so my reports disappeared into the encryption system and landed in front of an invisible, mute audience. In three years, only one reader ever piped up to begin a dialogue about my policy analysis. (That person is now a senior public servant in the Department of the Prime Minister & Cabinet – so perhaps there is hope!)
With the notable exception of the highly technical work of our negotiators in the World Trade Organization’s Doha Round, DFAT simply didn’t “do” policy in the late 1990s and the early years of the new millennium. The centralisation of policy work in ministerial offices – combined with foreign minister Alexander Downer’s open loathing of the APS – created an environment in which DFAT jumped when asked, but otherwise stood still. There was no culture of inquiry, let alone policy debate. Junior staff (many with qualifications in international relations and experience working overseas) prepared meeting agendas and ferried visiting dignitaries to expensive restaurants and outback tourist haunts. Hey, it’s a living.
It dawned on me gradually that policy-making wasn’t going to be part of my career. This was more than a little deflating. So I started a postgraduate research degree in my spare time. I worked at DFAT by day and analysed policy by night. The irony was not lost on me. I can reel off a list of former colleagues – all stunningly bright and personable – who left DFAT around the time I did. Without exception, they beat a path to policy-based work: in academia, think-tanks or politics.
I should emphasise that the problem of failing policy nous in the APS (as ably described by Tingle) is not confined to DFAT. I did try my hand at a designated “policy” job in the public service a few years later. This was in a portfolio closely related to my PhD studies, and I was hopeful of making a proper contribution there. The work quickly revealed itself to be mostly administrative – until the day a very senior executive phoned me in a flap to say that the newly minted minister wanted “some ideas for new policies.” I was given two days to throw together a list of proposals. There was no input from seasoned policy experts in the department – because they didn’t exist. Two days later, the senior executive professed herself delighted with my bare-boned list, which was duly despatched to the minister’s office. We didn’t hear back. Well, I don’t think we did – I quietly resigned a few weeks later. The APS is just no place for policy-making anymore.
Amanda Walsh
POLITICAL AMNESIA
Correspondence
Many Australians feel let down by some of the institutions that have accompanied them through the twists and turns of their lives. They have discovered that trust in those institutions long taken for granted has too often proved to be misplaced. Governments (at all levels) probably top the list of let-down institutions, but there are others, including corporates (from large financial and mining companies to small convenience stores), trade unions, religious organisations and sporting bodies.
Australians are not alone in feeling aggrieved on this score. There seems to be a widespread betrayal of trust by similar kinds of institutions everywhere, including in many countries we view as sharing our values. The erosion of trust in such institutions is now so deep that even their broader democratic and mixed-economy underpinnings are increasingly looking like damaged goods – less satisfying to countries which have them (Australia and the United States included), and less appealing to countries which might be contemplating them.
For me this is part of the big-picture backdrop to Laura Tingle’s excellent essay on political amnesia. Drawing on more than three decades of keen observation and analysis, Laura traces the slide of Australian governments into ordinariness in recent times, its drivers, and the poor policies and lost opportunities that are among its consequences. Having some familiarity with policy-making over this period, I believe Laura’s essay provides invaluable insights for anyone trying to comprehend this serious erosion of trust and integrity, and searching for the paths back to good government.
It is the restoration of trust and integrity in the institutions of executive government (cabinet and the ministry) and the parliament that is the major focus of Laura’s essay. This seems a good entry point into the broader problem, given both the pervasive influence of these particular institutions and the potential demonstration effect of restoring trust in them on other afflicted institutions.
The “we” in the subtitle “How we forgot how to govern” refers foremost to cabinet ministers but also extends to members of parliament generally, with both cohorts having largely forgotten how differently these institutions functioned in the past. On my reading, Laura’s point is not that today’s institutions should be recast in their earlier images; given the flaws in those moulds, this would not be a smart thing to do. Rather, the point is that the absence of good memory of how these institutions operated (for good and ill) in the past – the issues they confronted, how they resolved them and the consequences – denies current decision-makers valuable lessons when tackling today’s challenges. Insights that might have helped to prevent, for example, a concentration of power in the position of prime minister (with centralised policy and media management and “captain’s calls”), dysfunctional cabinet processes and the trivialisation of Question Time.
How these and other shortcomings in current practices can be tied to a loss of institutional memory is well documented in the essay. It all adds up to a very credible thesis. At the same time, other factors have been at work – and are discussed in the essay – which are less directly related to memory loss.
One such factor is feeding “the 24/7 media beast” (Laura’s words). Many ministers (and their shadows) seem to relish the endless opportunities to comment on their portfolios (and sometimes on their colleagues’ portfolios as well) and to have a dig at their opponents. Mostly they recycle old assertions and slogans about, for example, the dire consequences of budget deficits and carbon prices; rarely do they emit useful new information. Of likely more concern to viewers of these sessions is confirmation of their suspicions that the community would be better served if the ministerial time and effort now devoted to these activities were to be redirected to getting on top of real issues, and to forging sustainable policies, in the cabinet room.
A second and obvious factor, which is partly related to questions of political memory and process, is the quality and depth of the ministry and its capacity to function as an effective team. Comparisons here, like comparing thoroughbreds of different eras, are matters of judgment. In my book, based on observations extending over the past fifty years, the Hawke cabinet of the 1980s would have a big lead on all the others to have gone around before and since that time.
Prime Minister Turnbull seems to have recognised that recent governments have let down lots of Australians, both in some of the policies adopted and the processes surrounding the determination and communication of those policies. The prime minister has foreshadowed changes to help restore trusted and open government to Australians, including the replacement of on-the-run decision-making and captain’s calls with more traditional cabinet processes. These good intentions warrant strong community support, and will probably require that if they are to be realised.
Another change promised by the prime minister is better government engagement with the bureaucracy in policy-making. This is a critical relationship crying out for urgent repair. Personal experience – as well as common sense – tells me that effective working relationships between diligent ministers and diligent departments make for good outcomes. In the second half of the 1980s, for example, Treasury had a close – if not always frictionless – working relationship with Treasurer Keating, which, I believe, contributed to some significant reforms during that period. (For their own reasons, a couple of journalists of the day choose to denigrate this cooperation, calling it “politicisation” (and worse) of the Treasury; these comments drew a firm rebuttal from Malcolm Fraser – never a fan of the Treasury – who applauded the close relationship and lamented its absence during his time as prime minister.)
Many relationships, of course, have not worked out. For various reasons, different ministers and governments have lacked confidence in the capacity of their bureaucrats to provide appropriate advice, at least of the kinds some would prefer to receive. As recorded in Laura’s essay, the erosion of trust in these relationships has built up over the years. Elected in 1972, the Whitlam government was unsure of the loyalty it might receive from a bureaucracy that had served only Coalition governments for twenty-five years: it prepared itself by appointing a number of “outsiders” to positions in departments and in the offices of incoming ministers. These practices were continued, fairly incrementally, in subsequent administrations before taking off to new levels in the Howard and Abbott governments, when significant numbers of senior bureaucrats were replaced and staffs of ministerial offices inflated in a quest for more accommodating advice.
These and other changes – including widespread outsourcing of government activities – appear to have so diminished the public service that it no longer has the capacity, the opportunity and perhaps even the spirit to play its critical role in upholding the standard of public policy-making. As Laura has noted: “we as a community have ceased to recognise what a valuable repository of memory, and what a valuable institution, the public service is.”
This situation should be of real concern to every Australian. Today’s world is much more fluid than ever before, with unprecedented cross-border flows not only of goods and services, and capital and labour, but also of technologies and ideas, terrorists and refugees, drugs and viruses, warming temperatures and changing climatic patterns. These global and geopolitical developments bring new dimensions and complexities to Australian policy-making in many fields. In their own interests, and certainly in the interests of the communities they represent (who bear the brunt of poor decisions), our leaders need to receive the best possible advice. They will – and should – call on different sources, but the public service should be very prominent in the mix: it should, I suggest, be the government’s “go-to” adviser in most instances.
Given its natural perspective and priority (serving the national public interest), its multi-disciplinary cover, and its substantial (if threatened) memory, the public service (with other public sector advisory bodies) has the potential to provide expert and balanced advice of a breadth and depth others would be hard-pressed to match. All that is needed to realise that potential is for it to be adequately resourced; to be managed as a premier advisory institution (not some kind of “business”); and to be viewed by ministers and governments as a respected and indispensable partner in policy-making.
To help rebuild trust in Australia’s governmental institutions, Prime Minister Turnbull has spoken of the need for a public service which works better and engages better with ministers. Changes in these areas are overdue and, again, Turnbull’s good intentions should be supported and pursued vigorously. To this end, the prime minister himself could do worse than commission a comprehensive and independent review to propose appropriate structures and responsibilities for Australia’s public service in today’s new world. It would likely find many clues in the old ground turned over so diligently by Laura Tingle in her essay.
Bernie Fraser
FACTION MAN
Response to Correspondence
We were making good time through the mountains at the head of the Manning Valley when the radio cut to Malcolm Turnbull in Canberra. Reception was terrible. Through bursts of static Turnbull could be heard taking his leader apart. He was not making Julia Gillard’s mistake. Nothing was wrapped in euphemism. We sat in the car in Walcha fielding calls from the ABC and listening to the challenge unfold. And all I could think was: what about my Quarterly Essay?
I’ve had the ground shift under an essay before. My 2010 attempt to explain the strange ways of Kevin Rudd had been in the shops for only a few weeks when a message reached me in London to say the prime minister was gone. That essay was read as an explanation for Labor’s sudden decision to push Rudd out the window. Sales were strong. But the triumph of Turnbull in September meant one of the chief reasons to be curious about Bill Shorten vanished. I had written Faction Man with this question in mind: how could such a leader take the recently thrashed Labor Party back to power? In the opening pages of the essay I’d remarked that a “hard rule of the last half-century has been that only larger-than-life leaders bring Labor in from Opposition. Whitlam, Hawke and Rudd were such men. Shorten isn’t.” And I’d added: “But neither is Abbott.” Say what you like about the new prime minister, Turnbull is larger-than-life.
The trucks were backed up to the warehouse the afternoon of the leadership challenge to take 23,000 copies of Faction Man to the nation. We halted the trucks for a couple of days before deciding to press ahead: only a few paragraphs at the top and bottom of the 100-page text addressed the contest between Shorten and Abbott. The political landscape had changed, but not my subject: Faction Man is about Bill Shorten. In a press release I spruiked the essay as an extended examination of the strengths and weaknesses of the Labor leader as he faces a new and more formidable opponent. “He is not to be dismissed. A hidden man in so many ways, Bill Shorten remains a contender.”
I’m not so sure now of that verdict. Only a month has passed but Australian politics has been transformed. Abbott’s time in office seems so far away that children might be studying it in school. His devoted followers are dealing with their grief for the most part behind closed doors. Only Andrew Bolt is still mourning in the Murdoch tabloids. Voters have forgotten the man who didn’t make much impression as leader of the Opposition: wordy Malcolm, arrogant Malcolm and silly Malcolm. Instead they see a figure in whom they can invest their best hopes: a big, intelligent man free of Abbott’s un-Australian horror of the future. They told pollsters immediately they preferred Turnbull to Shorten as their prime minister, and overwhelmingly so. But for a while Australians remained sceptical of his government, even a government where a woman ran the armed forces. Too much had gone wrong, it seemed, to be too easily forgiven. While that lasted, Shorten was still a strong contender. But the mood shifted. By mid-October, he was standing on the wrong side of a crevasse opening up between Labor and the Coalition.
He began to pump out policies. The Year of Ideas he promised for 2015 began as the year was drawing to an end. He became more combative. His tone darkened. In all this he was at his most impressive since winning the leadership. But as he lifted his game, his shortcomings became more apparent. He’s tough and he’s a clever strategist and he’s used to winning. But against Turnbull he seems a little figure. That may not be fair. Turnbull’s frailties as well as his strengths have yet to be tested in office. Anything can happen between now and the uncertain date at which Australia will go to an election. But Bill Shorten, after twenty years in the unions and the factions and a mere seven in parliament, doesn’t seem to be built to take the weight of the nation on his shoulders.
David Marr
19 October 2015
FACTION MAN
Correspondence
Most of us feel we don’t know Bill Shorten all that well. Thanks to David Marr’s excellent Quarterly Essay, we are now entitled to feel we know him better. Still, there are aspects of Shorten’s career that seem to me only comprehensible once its context is taken more fully into account. In particular, the post-1983 transformation of the union movement and the ALP are critical in understanding the kind of politician that he is, but they have so far received limited public attention.
Shorten is a Generation-Xer, one of that group who now increasingly compose Australia’s political elite. We have only had one such prime minister, Julia Gillard, but she was born in 1961, often considered its cusp. Born in 1967, the year the Beatles gave us Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, Shorten sits squarely within this group. As such, his experiences are of a type shared with other members of that generation. These go beyond a possible partiality to power ballads and John Hughes films. He was a teenager and university student in the 1980s, a period when Labor dominated national politics under the prime ministership of Bob Hawke and also had considerable electoral success in the states – including in Shorten’s own Victoria, where John Cain Junior led the first Labor government in thirty years. Marr writes of Shorten and his friends watching federal Labor’s 1983 victory on television and finding inspiration in Hawke. It would be surprising if a teenager such as Shorten, contemplating a political career, had not found in the new Labor prime minister an inspiration, and Hawke has surely been a powerful model for Shorten’s career.
But only up to a point. Hawke became a national figure on the back of an immensely powerful public persona, and of his role first as an Australian Council of Trade Unions (ACTU) advocate in the 1960s, and then as its president during the turbulent 1970s. Shorten also chose a career in the union movement, but in the Australian Workers Union (AWU). By comparison with Hawke’s, his opportunities for cutting a figure on the national stage before he entered parliament were meagre, although he did so with considerable ingenuity during the Beaconsfield mining disaster of 2006. Marr also points out that whereas Hawke tended to get his lieutenants to line up the numbers for him, Shorten has been more active in looking after his own. Yet for all his gifts of persuasion and organisation, Shorten has never given any indication of possessing the kind of public charisma Hawke had in spades.
But there is a more critical difference, and one which has nothing to do with the respective personalities of the two men. When Hawke came to office in 1983, almost half the workforce were still union members; by the time Shorten was beginning to make his mark as an AWU man in the 1990s, this figure had dropped to about 35 per cent. Today, it is well under 20 per cent.
There are complex reasons for this decline. It owes something to the changing nature of the workforce – the shift away from manufacturing and towards service industries, and the rise of part-time and casual labour – but also a great deal to policy: notably, the effective end of compulsory unionism in most workplaces as a result of legislation passed under conservative state governments, such as that of Jeff Kennett in Victoria. Other critical changes of the early 1990s also drastically shifted the nature of the Australian union movement: union amalgamations, the rise of enterprise bargaining and the development of a system of compulsory superannuation in which unions were participants through the industry super funds.
It was in this new union environment that Shorten became a leading figure, with the added spice that he chose a branch of a union – the Victorian AWU – that had been so grossly mismanaged by some of its officials, and was so riven by internal conflict, that its continued existence could not be taken for granted. The AWU was also under pressure elsewhere: for instance, in Western Australia’s Pilbara, where employer aggression from the time of the Robe River dispute of 1986–87 had, by the 1990s, essentially eradicated the union from the workplace.
It is not hard to see how Shorten’s qualities and skills would have found their mark in this environment. The combination of casualisation and repression of the union movement at the hands of state governments, leading to the end of closed-shop unionism, meant that the unions now needed to work much harder to recruit and then keep their members than had been the case under the old arbitration system. These circumstances provided an opening for skilled organisers, and Shorten filled it very well. Some of the ways in which he drew members into the AWU’s circle have raised eyebrows, including those of Dyson Heydon, but it is easy to see why arrangements in which employers paid the union fees of their workers would have been attractive to the organisation during this period.
Added to this, however, was the rise of enterprise bargaining. It is easy today to overlook just how significant this was as a departure from previous patterns of industrial relations. These had, of course, often included collective bargaining, but in a very different regulatory environment, one in which state intervention through courts, boards, commissions and tribunals had played a much more influential role in setting wages and conditions through the award system.
Enterprise bargaining meant that a large blue-collar union such as the AWU was involved in literally hundreds of agreements with employers. Securing “the deal” became more central to the way unions operated, and each union dealt with employers, often face-to-face, in an environment in which they were frequently competing with rival organisations for the allegiance of members. In the case of the AWU, its rivalry with the militant Construction, Forestry, Mining and Energy Union was a key factor. But perhaps of equal importance was the way that enterprise bargaining resulted in new kinds of direct relationships between union officials and individual employers. So, in a different way, did the involvement of union officials in industry super funds.
This is quite different from the environment of what Gerard Henderson called the old “industrial relations club,” where Bob Hawke forged friendships with corporate bosses or the leaders of peak organisations – the likes of Peter Abeles and George Polites – that, from 1983, carried over into his corporate style of government, with its economic and tax summits, its Economic Planning Advisory Council and the like. Yes, Shorten’s relationship with the late Richard Pratt has some of the hallmarks of Hawke’s business mateships, but the more systemic relations with business-owners and managers that the AWU built up in the process of striking enterprise bargaining agreements appear to have been more significant.
All of this has had substantial implications for the Labor Party. These were perhaps not fully foreseen in the early 1990s, but a most revealing internal party review from the period, headed by the then national secretary, Bob Hogg, pointed to some of the dangers. “The decline in union coverage of the total workforce and the number of unions affiliated to the Party as well as the current [union] amalgamation and restructuring” all had “very serious implications for the Party,” the review concluded. “Those implications are serious in terms of the Party remaining representative and in terms of its internal organisational power structures … As unions become such a substantial prize in the ALP then political considerations will become the dominant factor in union elections rather than the industrial considerations and the broader interests of the union membership.”
Indeed: and the snake-pit of factional Labor Party politics in Victoria, which David Marr describes so vividly, is one very direct outcome. With the decline of both the branch rank-and-file ALP membership and union coverage, factional bosses such as Shorten, Stephen Conroy and Kim Carr often seem more like princes of the states of the Holy Roman Empire at the time of the Thirty Years’ War than factional leaders of the Hawke–Keating era, efficiently dividing among their charges the spoils of office. This also helps us to make sense of Shorten’s decision, as an ambitious up-and-comer, to make his way through the AWU – with its control of all those votes on the floor of Labor Party conferences (and therefore, ultimately, of party offices and pre-selections) – rather than take the ACTU route chosen by Hawke decades earlier.
Marr makes the valid point that, despite its many faults, the turbulent Victorian branch of the ALP produces very talented politicians – of whom Shorten is a prime example. But Marr also poses the important question: can Shorten scale up to the tasks required of a national leader? A number of senior Labor politicians since Paul Keating, while competent (or better) as ministers and shadow ministers, have failed to shine as party leaders or prime ministers. Each has appeared to have some of the qualities and skills needed for the job, but not the full complement. Beazley, Crean, Latham, Rudd and Gillard: the list is already long. Is it growing?
Frank Bongiorno
BLOOD YEAR
Correspondence
I left Baghdad seven years ago, but the city Blood Year takes me back to seems more distant than the moon. How quick and easy to forget the desperate reality of everyday life in that place – a city in which dumped children, “eyes gouged out, ears, little limbs and genitals hacked off,” are the literal embodiment of cruel political calculus. In which the needs of al-Qaeda in Iraq prompted a macabre secondary market to procure kidnapped children to be dumped.
Once again, David Kilcullen has become our avatar navigating that netherworld, forcing us to negotiate our own sensibilities in order to understand the rationale that drives the Islamic State. It’s no easy task: he punctuates an Australian political debate on terrorism dumbed down by prime ministerial invocations of the death cult and its deranged diaspora of foreign fighters and remotely radicalised youth.
For all the talk of Australia’s political and security leaders in the year since Mosul fell, little insight has been provided into the motivations of ISIS. Kilcullen’s essay sheds much-needed light on its origins, tracing its lineage from both Iraq and al-Qaeda and explaining its resurgence through the sanctuary provided by a chaotic Syrian civil war. ISIS’s leaders are focused on their own political survival first and foremost, Kilcullen reminds us, and willing to commit atrocities against their own people if that’s what it takes to solidify and strengthen their position. But these are not capricious barbarians: al-Baghdadi himself is a scholar – he and his followers were schooled through the terrorist universities that US prisons like Camp Bucca became.
By any measure Islamic State has been wildly successful, sometimes in spite of its own strategies, policies and military tactics. As Kilcullen notes, it is now a state-like entity, controlling more territory than Israel and with a larger population than New Zealand. This success, I suspect, has surprised even the most committed of ISIS commanders. A senior military commander within Islamic State interviewed last year concluded that their campaign “got bigger than any of us. This can’t be stopped now. This is out of the control of any man. Not Baghdadi, or anyone else in his circle.” An anonymous NATO official writing in the New York Review of Books conceded glumly in August that “Nothing since the triumph of the Vandals in Roman North Africa has seemed so sudden, incomprehensible, and difficult to reverse as the rise of ISIS. None of our analysts, soldiers, diplomats, intelligence officers, politicians, or journalists has yet produced an explanation rich enough – even in hindsight – to have predicted the movement’s rise.” Islamic State has become a viral political campaign, fuelled by actual and perceived conventional military victories.
The IRA had Gerry Adams to carry forth its message, drive recruitment and secure funding from the diaspora. ISIS has tens of thousands of Twitter accounts, professionally produced snuff films and communications experts producing a stream of media missives. (Our political leaders should be able to understand this campaign better than most.) And here, I think, is the fertile ground on which the counterstrategy against ISIS will be found. I agree with Kilcullen that the United States and its allies and partners (both in the West and the Middle East) could do more to contain the advance of ISIS on the ground (although I don’t necessarily think that this translates to a larger role for the Australian Defence Force). It is far more difficult to contain ISIS in the arena of public perception.
But countering the ISIS narrative is not impossible. The group’s need to stay connected is its vulnerability. In June, coalition aircraft destroyed an ISIS command-and-control building after a foreign fighter accidentally provided the building’s coordinates in a boastful selfie posted to Twitter. And Islamic State’s politico-media operatives can be targeted in Special Forces operations in the same way. Like any Western political party, ISIS values leaders who can shape their political communications campaigns. Such skills are in shorter supply than the ability to operate heavy weapons and manage fighters on the battlefield. Attrite enough of Islamic State’s media commanders (the nodes in their political communications networks) and we will start to see the group’s momentum falter. Consider, for example, the impact on Columbia’s FARC movement after its spokesman was killed in 2008.
Destroying the ISIS narrative does need actual tactical wins on the ground, and they are in short supply at the moment. US Secretary of Defense Ashton Carter was scathing in his assessment of the Iraqi Security Forces in Ramadi, who “vastly outnumbered the opposing force, and yet they failed to fight.” That’s not to say the Iraqis have lost all will to fight – ISIS recently executed several of its commanders for fleeing Iraqi security forces tenaciously defending the Baiji oil refinery. But the campaign to re-take Mosul is some way off and efforts to re-train the Iraqi Army look to be a matter of years, not months.
Australia has not even begun its national effort in the battle of ideas – the counter-messaging war. The statements of our political leaders remain stilted; efforts to engage Muslim communities have too often been haphazard and hasty. An $18-million centre for counter-narratives is still just an announcement. The real question is why this critical component of the fight has received such limited funding. If it was worth spending $3 million to advertise the Australian government’s Intergenerational Report, surely it is worth spending much more than $18 million on a campaign to destroy a threat the foreign minister judges to be the most challenging for Australia since the Cold War. This is an effort on which our best advertising agencies and our brightest scholars should be engaged. And as Kilcullen rightly points out, it will need to be a continuous campaign in a world of persistent conflict.
The most important contribution of Blood Year, though, is to the debate on the balance between national security and freedom currently underway in Australia, thanks to the misguided attempts to strip citizenship rights without trial from those the immigration minister suspects of having been involved with ISIS. Kilcullen identifies the impossible task that voters set for leaders – guarantee us perfect safety from terrorism, but within the constraints of a liberal democracy governed by the rule of law. Little has changed in this regard since the attacks in New York of 2001. Governments cannot inoculate us against every ill, nor stop every terrorist madly committed to the destruction of an Australian target. But our rule of law is precious, worth defending, and even worth risking our lives for. Someday the seemingly unstoppable momentum of ISIS will abate. We must be careful that we don’t spend too much of what we truly value in order to bring ISIS down.
James Brown
BLOOD YEAR
Correspondence
Having been central to US counterterrorism strategy in the second administration of George W. Bush, David Kilcullen is uniquely placed to discuss its legacy.
From 2004 to 2009, no Australian citizen was closer than Kilcullen to the heart of US strategic decision-making in Iraq, Afghanistan, South Asia and the Horn of Africa. That time at the coalface, as well as his stand-back reflection since, has helped shape his Quarterly Essay Blood Year, perhaps one of the most important contributions yet to the global debate on how to deal with what’s left behind.
There’s much to agree with in Kilcullen’s analysis of how the ISIS juggernaut rose to be the existential threat to the post-Ottoman state system that it so clearly is today. Few could dispute his characterisation of events from 2005 to 2009, in particular how the obstinacy of senior officials played a lead role in Iraq’s disintegration and how US disengagement gradually emboldened the sectarian agenda prosecuted with such disastrous effect by Nouri al-Maliki.
I would add to this litany a profound cultural ignorance that failed to see how difficult it would be for societies rooted in thousands of years of tribal custom to embrace a new way of life that values individual liberties above all else. And a strategic blindness to how US detention centres were to become incubators in which ISIS would organise and plot. Without facilities such as Camp Bucca, ISIS leaders would not now pose the same threat.
Kilcullen’s conclusion – that deeper military re-engagement with committed local partners is the only short-term way to slow ISIS’s momentum – also stands to reason. But he, along with everyone else in the global policy sphere, is yet to come up with an approach about what to do beyond a containment plan.
The region is more combustible than at any time in the past century. The Sunni/Shi’a showdown now rumbling through the heart of Arabia eclipses in significance some rather notable events along the way: the creation of Israel in 1948, Iran’s Islamic Revolution in 1979, the decade of war with Iraq that followed, and two US wars against Saddam Hussein.
The region’s two biggest power players, Iran and Saudi Arabia, have been engaged in a battle for absolute power for the last five years and show no inclination to compromise. Nor are they likely to as Syria, Lebanon, Yemen and Iraq, where it all began, continue to crumble.
State control in all of these countries is now a facade. Non-state actors have primacy over national institutions in all cases. In Lebanon, the militia cum political bloc Hezbollah runs the show. In Iraq, Shi’a militia groups – all backed by Iran – are more powerful than the country’s military. In Syria, it’s the same story. ISIS has rendered the border between Iraq and Syria irrelevant.
A root cause of this is ISIS’s ability to tap into two narratives, each of which resonates with the region’s Sunnis. The jihadi group has been busily riding a suppression narrative on one hand, and a line that Iran has been ascendant at their expense since Saddam was toppled on the other.
The belief is that Sunni disenfranchisement started with the ousting of Saddam, a Sunni strongman in a land of majority Shi’as. It was then advanced by the killing of the patron of Lebanon’s Sunnis, Rafiq Hariri, two years later – an assassination blamed on Hezbollah. Disempowerment was then consolidated by the failure of the West to support the Syrian opposition in any meaningful way, so the view goes.
The US nuclear deal with Iran earlier this year has sealed the argument, in the eyes of many Sunnis, as it has with Washington’s long-standing Sunni allies in the region, who refuse to accept Obama’s claim that such a pact will keep everyone safer in the long run.
The bottom line is that with the regional body politic having so spectacularly failed, ISIS has been able to position itself as a political alternative, which can advance the interests of the majority Muslim sect. In doing so, it can claim to be restoring lost dignity as well as offering safety in numbers to those over whom it lords.
A large part of ISIS’s constituency is made up of people who have accepted at least part of this narrative, in the absence of anything else to cling to. Most do not buy into the ISIS ideology but see the group as a bus to a destination – wherever that might be.
If there is to be a way out of this diabolical mess, this group – the Sunnis of Iraq, Syria and Lebanon – need to be given genuine power in an inclusive political process: precisely the formula that was shattered by Maliki as the US left Iraq. With trust so eroded, it is very difficult to see how this could happen. At a local level, there is perhaps a glimmer of residual hope.
In the election of 2010, the bloc of Ayad Allawi, a secular Shi’a, won more seats in Iraq’s parliament than Maliki (91 to 89), with much of his support coming from Sunnis. He could not, however, build a coalition that gave him the numbers to form a government. The United States backed Maliki, turning a blind eye to his sectarian ways, and the rest is history.
More broadly, if Humpty Dumpty is ever to be put back together, it will need more than all the king’s horses and men. Nothing short of a grand bargain, bringing in all the region’s stakeholders – Saudi Arabia, Iran, Turkey, Russia and the United States – is likely to generate real traction. All will need to recognise that mutually assured destruction awaits the region if a power-sharing compromise is not struck.
To the extent that Obama has had a strategy, it has been about the nuclear deal – a good-faith test that could develop into a broader neighbourly role. So far, that has been an impossible sell to Saudi Arabia. And even a full-blown existential crisis may not change that.
One final observation I would like to make on Kilcullen’s excellent essay is that by the time Obama entered the White House, he could not have forced an extension of the US presence in Iraq even if he had wanted to. Maliki formed his government in late 2010 with Iran’s endorsement, after a pact brokered by the head of the Iranian Revolutionary Guards Quds Force, Qasem Soleimani, and endorsed by Hezbollah’s Hassan Nasrallah, Syria’s Bashar al-Assad and Muqtada al-Sadr in Iraq.
The condition of the backing was that not a single US remain outside Baghdad’s Green Zone. For the United States to stay, Obama would practically have had to reinvade. One insider present at the video conference that sealed the US exit told me that the scenes on each end of the link that day could not have been more different. In the White House situation room sat a phalanx of generals, along with Obama, Joe Biden, Hillary Clinton and others. In Baghdad, Maliki sat with an empty notebook and a translator. The discussion that ended Iraq as it then was took less than five minutes.
Martin Chulov
BLOOD YEAR
Correspondence
Dave Kilcullen and I met in late 2005, when I came to Washington briefly for meetings and he was working at the US Department of State for Ambassador Hank Crumpton, the Counterterrorism Coordinator. In those days I was Director of Studies for the Changing Character of War Programme at Oxford University. In 2006–07, Dave occasionally stopped by Oxford on his way to or from Iraq. We’d test out ideas, debate or brainstorm about counterterrorism – in formal seminars or over beers at a local pub. I greatly respected Dave’s insight, dedication and experience. We agreed most of the time, and I always came away enriched.
Not having had the pleasure of his stimulating conversation lately, I read Dave’s essay with keen interest. It is a heartfelt piece, written with characteristic acumen. His distress at the 2014 rise of ISIS and effective dismantling of the state of Iraq comes through, as does his personal sense of duty. He argues that for ten years the United States has followed essentially the same counterterrorism strategy, which Dave calls “Disaggregation,” and that it has failed. He writes, “I know this strategy intimately, because I helped devise it. So its failure is in part my failure too.” I live in Washington now. It’s refreshing to hear such clear acceptance of responsibility. Bravo to a man of integrity.
But Dave is assuming too much burden. First, Disaggregation was a brilliant approach, but it was never an overarching logic for all US policy. If only it had been. The purpose of Disaggregation was to keep our enemies divided, manage down the problem and avoid strategic overreach. Thus, it sought to emphasise distinctions between groups, many of whom had local grievances predating al-Qaeda (and now the so-called Islamic State), so as to break connections, highlight in-fighting, confront local groups through local partners, and reduce terrorism to a manageable level. Tactically, we did a lot of those things – not least through the tireless work of Dave and Hank, who travelled all over the world building vital counterterrorism partnerships. But strategically, the “Global War on Terror” prevailed.
From the outset there was a contradiction at the heart of Disaggregation. Especially after the misguided invasion of Iraq, generalisations about the seamless, global jihadist movement predominated in the White House, Congress and even the Department of Defense. One of the things Dave and I debated a decade ago was the wisdom of using the related phrase “global insurgency” (for which he is even better known than Disaggregation) as a unifying strategic concept for the war. I worried that this framing would mash disparate groups together and hand the initiative to the jihadists. The United States would be forced into a reactive mode, compelled to respond directly to jihadists not just where there was an imminent threat or serious risk to our national interests, but everywhere – a classic recipe for overstretch. Dave’s connotation for the phrase was more nuanced, but in practice “global insurgency” became the opposite of Disaggregation. Beginning under the Bush administration and even more so under Obama, the United States built up Special Operations and CIA paramilitary forces, engaging directly in a shadow campaign against this “global insurgency,” frequently without the knowledge of local partners.
In his essay, Dave argues that two factors undermined Disaggregation, and that but for these two problems it might have worked. “The first,” he writes, “was Iraq.” He calls the 2003 invasion of Iraq “the greatest strategic screw-up since Hitler’s invasion of Russia” and argues it became “a hole in the heart of Western strategy: the cost, in human life, credibility, money and time, of extracting ourselves from the unforced error weakened the impact of Disaggregation.”
Dave is right about the blunder of invading Iraq. There was widespread opposition to the invasion at the time, including from eminent Americans such as former national security advisor Brent Scowcroft, retired marine general Anthony Zinni, and former chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff William Crowe. Especially as Iraq became increasingly violent, the occupation sucked up US defence and foreign policy resources, distracting us from what we should have been doing in Afghanistan, Pakistan and elsewhere.
I’m confused about the order of things here. The invasion of Iraq (in 2003) occurred more than two years before, according to Dave, Disaggregation became central to Western strategy (after 2005). Those of us pleading in 2002 that the invasion was a boneheaded counterterrorism move, that it would unite our enemies and alter the regional balance in favour of Iran, were basically stuck with it afterwards. A strategy must take current facts into account and proceed from there.
Having argued that Iraq undermined Disaggregation, Dave contends that we ended the occupation too soon: “you either leave well, or you leave quickly.” Perhaps the US occupation should have gone on longer: I didn’t take part in the status of forces agreement (SOFA) negotiations and cannot judge whether the Americans or the Iraqis bear the greater responsibility for precisely when and how the occupation ended.
But it was not “quick.” That’s a false dichotomy. If anything, we left slowly and badly. The occupation lasted almost nine years, and the costs were terrible. Almost 4500 Americans and an estimated 100,000 Iraqis died. Conservatively, it cost the United States about US$815 billion in direct costs, and a lot more if you include indirect costs (such as support for injured service members and interest on the debt). To put this into perspective, according to World Bank figures, that’s more than the annual GDP of most countries (all but seventeen countries have a GDP less than $815 billion). Indeed, it’s more than half the annual GDP of Australia. Remember, the Bush administration’s original request for war funding was US$21 billion, on the promise that the cost of rebuilding Iraq would be mainly borne by grateful Iraqis. That didn’t happen. We will be paying these costs for decades, some of them forever. Ultimately the occupation ended because the willingness of the American people to continue to support the costs of the war had ended.
It didn’t take long for simmering sectarian tensions in Iraq to re-emerge. Less than twenty-four hours after the United States pulled out of Iraq, the Shi’a-dominated Maliki government went after its Sunni rivals, methodically removing all trace of Sunni power and influence. Defying a 2008 statute, Maliki developed a federal police force with powers greatly exceeding those of local police. Death squads hunted down prominent Sunnis, killing them or forcing them into exile. Set off by threats of arrest against Finance Minister Rafia al-Issawi, tens of thousands of Iraqi Sunnis came out in peaceful protests in 2012 and 2013. The Shi’a-dominated Iraqi government crushed them, killing at least forty unarmed protesters.
Dave argues that the Maliki government crushed Iraqi Sunnis because the United States had lost its leverage through lack of presidential engagement, the drawdown of troops, spending cuts and a flawed SOFA. “Maliki may have been acting defensively, protecting himself against threats from the military and the Sunnis as American influence waned. But his measures looked offensive to Sunnis, who began to protect themselves against the risk of Shi’a oppression.” At what point is a sovereign government responsible for its own policies?
The second factor Dave argues undermined Disaggregation was transformation of the Arab region, triggered by three events: “the death of bin Laden, the failure of the Arab Spring and the rebirth of ISIS.” Within that political tsunami, the bloody Syrian civil war both attracted and created Islamist extremists, who joined the most successful anti-Assad faction and gained power, leading directly to the military conquest of ISIS.
When ISIS swept across Iraq in summer 2014, most US military analysts predicted that the US-trained Iraqi security forces would contain it. The United States had spent US$26 billion on the Iraqi security forces alone during almost a decade of occupation. Iraq should have had an army able to turn back the advance of ISIS and a police force willing and able to protect the rights and interests of the Sunni minority. It did not.
Instead, the advance was met with mass desertions from the Iraqi Army. With the Maliki government carrying out brutal sectarian policies, the Sunnis had nowhere else to turn. Secular Iraqi military officers and Iraqi Sunni tribal leaders who had formerly been aligned with the 2006 “Surge” abandoned the Iraqi state and aligned themselves with ISIS. Now ISIS’s military operations are led by capable former Iraqi military leaders who know US techniques and have US-supplied equipment, including American tanks, artillery, armoured humvees and mine-resistant vehicles.
The rise of ISIS and the establishment of the “Islamic State” has been disastrous for Iraq, which no longer functions as a nation-state. Many indigenous Iraqis have fled, resulting in the worst displacement crisis since World War II. Meanwhile, some 1000 foreign fighters a month, including fighters from the United Kingdom, the United States, Europe and Australia, have flocked to the Islamic State. And ISIS has developed global, 24-hour online operations and a cadre of trained social media recruiters, who draw vulnerable teenagers and disaffected Muslims to the “caliphate” or goad them to carry out terrorist attacks against “infidels” at home.
The Islamic State will be defeated, but not directly by the democratic powers using their own conventional forces. A core part of the myth of the Islamic State is its claim to be a caliphate. If we flood the region with troops, we will supply the pretext for the theological nonsense its spokespeople spout. They tell their followers the caliphate will soon face what they call the army of “Rome,” meaning Christian-majority states, who will confront them in towns like Dabiq in northern Syria and initiate a countdown to the apocalypse. It would be foolish to play into that narrative. They would use it to mobilise or inspire additional supporters in the region, and the threat of homegrown attacks would grow.
But that does not mean we should be passive. We must attack this threat with sustainable policies that can achieve our political objectives. These include bearing down with punishing airstrikes on ISIS targets, supporting the Iraqis and the Kurds as they fight, continuing arms embargos and sanctions, and choking off ISIS smuggling routes. While containing them militarily, we should greatly increase aid to civilians fleeing the fighting. Moreover, we must recognise that ISIS is not merely an American or Western coalition problem. The wars in Iraq and Syria involve not only regional players but also major global actors such as Russia, Turkey, Iran, and Saudi Arabia and other Gulf states. Dave fears that regional and world powers will be drawn in; I argue that they are already there.
The United States cannot single-handedly defend the region and the world from an aggressive, revisionist, theocratic state – nor should it. The major powers must develop a common diplomatic, economic and military approach to ensure that this pseudo-state is tightly contained and treated as a global pariah. In short, we should “aggregate.” The good news is that no government supports ISIS. It is an enemy of every state in the region – and indeed the world. To capitalise on this, Washington and its allies should pursue a more aggressive diplomatic agenda with major powers and regional players. NATO’s declaration of support for Turkey’s anti-ISIS campaign is a step in the right direction.
Dave ends his essay maintaining that the most important thing is “the centrality of political will.” I agree. But in Iraq, the political will of Western societies is secondary to the political will of the Iraqis. I sincerely hope that the new Iraqi government will be able to rally its inhabitants – Shi’a and Sunni alike – to support and fight for it, especially with the help of aggressive American and Australian air power. But no matter how much equipment or how many embedded advisers we provide, external powers will never be able to force them to do so. War is, and always has been, a matter of clashing wills.
Audrey Kurth Cronin
BLOOD YEAR
Correspondence
In a news report in the Washington Post this morning, the United States is described as “the greatest nation in the world.” A Post op-ed the other day referred to the US as “the leader of the free world,” and in the election campaign now underway you’ll see the presidential nominees tested on their allegiance to the doctrine of American exceptionalism.
Amid so much self-congratulatory greatness, how to explain Washington’s serial bungling in the Middle East? And in that context, what are we to make of David Kilcullen’s recent contribution to the debate?
As an Australian counterinsurgency expert with years of service in the US military and diplomatic machine, Kilcullen is rightly critical of the American record in Afghanistan and Iraq. He had a front-row seat for that, but now he’s doubling down, urging all-out war against ISIS – and in so doing, he seems to gloss over the usefulness of the elements of counterinsurgency.
Millions of defenceless citizens are caught up in the mess that is Iraq and Syria. Millions more in the region are destabilised as its impact is felt across the region, or they suffer under regimes that are pampered allies of the West, but which are contemptuous of the rights of their people and also increasingly contemptuous of their American friends as they run their regional agendas.
Consider: we are in the fifth year of the Syrian crisis, and only recently have Ankara and Washington been able to agree on a no-fly zone to protect thousands of Syrian refugees huddling on the Syria–Turkey border. And in the New York Times report that broke news of the no-fly zone, we read that a Pentagon program to train and arm rebel fighters in Syria had formally vetted just sixty fighters.
Why so late, so slow, so few? The Middle East is complex, and Syria has to be the most fraught of its serial crises. But Washington and its allies – Australia included – keep going back to the region, assuring us they know how to fix its problems. Remember Tony Abbott’s plan for a unilateral Australian invasion of Iraq – 3500 diggers to see off ISIS? Too often, in failing to understand the region, the nature of its conflicts and the resources needed to achieve the stated objectives, the West reveals itself as the problem, not the solution.
Kilcullen knows his stuff, and he’s entertaining. But Blood Year jars and jolts as he marches on, throwing out Rumsfeldian assurances that this time we know what we’re up against, know what we’re doing.
He sets up a colossal challenge – then argues that it can be done on a dime. This time, he wants just a conventional military response – no open-ended commitment, no counterinsurgency, none of the counterterrorism effort that cost a fortune in Iraq and Afghanistan and that, with all the drama of a slow-motion car crash, revealed the limits of American power.
Kilcullen figures on foreign combat numbers “moderately larger” than the current 4000 or so. But putting a non-specific division- or corps-sized ceiling on his number means that it could rise to 40,000 on his prescription. He argues that airstrikes, now averaging a paltry 10 a day across both Syria and Iraq, need to be amped up. He’s figuring on the scale of Kosovo in 1999 – an average of 250 airstrikes a day over eleven weeks; or the invasion, but not its aftermath, of Afghanistan in 2001 – an initial 5000 troops and about 80 airstrikes a day over ten weeks; or Libya in 2011 – a handful of special operations guys on the ground and 45 airstrikes daily for about seven months.
But in looking at those three interventions, it would be foolhardy to invest all your hopes in a rerun of Kosovo, which ended, militarily, on a relatively tidy note. In both Afghanistan and Libya the aftermath was disastrous – each is still roiled by war and suffering, and Washington rates both as ongoing threats to the national interest. And who can forget the promises that invading Iraq would be “a cakewalk”?
In a war in which more than 200,000 have died in Syria alone, Kilcullen’s deference to the counterinsurgency mantra of protecting the population is seemingly limited to taking greater care with airstrikes. Were Rumsfeld, Cheney or Wolfowitz ever so cavalier?
Kilcullen covers himself with this pitch: “This is a case when the job will become much harder, require much more lethal force and do more harm as time goes on: we have to go hard, now, or we’ll end up having to go in much harder, and potentially on a much larger scale, later – or accept defeat. The risk is not that ISIS will somehow restart its blitzkrieg and conquer Iraq and Syria. Rather, the threat is that of a regional conflagration if there’s no effective international (which, like it or not, means Western-led) response.”
But that’s all it is – a pitch. He makes no allowance for all that could, and does, go wrong after the first shots are fired in war; or for the so-called Pottery Barn principle, cited by Colin Powell when he prophetically warned George W. Bush as he girded his loins to invade Iraq in 2003: “You are going to be the proud owner of 25 million people. You will own all their hopes, aspirations, and problems. You’ll own it all.”
In a nutshell, Kilcullen’s argument is this: like it or not, the West is already engaged in a conventional military struggle with ISIS, and to get to the other side, it needs to go deeper. Oddly, the voice he quotes at greatest length in his essay is George Mason University’s Audrey Kurth Cronin – despite her very different view of the conflict. In the end, he simply disagrees with her, batting back her warnings of the cost of a fully-fledged military campaign, the exhaustion of US resources and the limited chance of success.
In the Middle East, it’s as though a history of foreign intervention is sufficient to justify more intervention, as though somehow it’s okay to use other people’s lives and homelands as laboratories for what might be a smart new Western idea. Merely testing the idea is enough; there is no recognition that by intervening you take on a huge duty of care to the poor buggers whose misfortune it is to live there. Typical of this mindset is former US military and intelligence chief David Petraeus. Co-authoring a “Whither Afghanistan?” piece in the Washington Post in June, he wrote: “All is not lost. Far from it. Kabul is much safer than most cities in war zones.” But that’s a ridiculously low bar when compared to all the lofty reform and development promises – implicit and explicit – made by the West on invading in 2001.
These days, as we read reports of war-weariness driving the US generals to plead for no greater US military involvement in the battle with ISIS, it’s as though Kilcullen is channelling the Bush White House – and it’s scary. In background briefings to reporters, the generals have become leery, because they don’t see a viable outcome. But Kilcullen writes more about what his expansion would not be, than what it would: “I think we should explicitly rule out any occupation and commit only to a moderately larger number of ground troops than at present – but under very different rules of engagement, and with a radically increased weight of air power to back them … Why so hawkish a response? Because this is an escalating threat that’s growing and worsening.” And if “we” don’t, he warns, there is the risk of a regional implosion.
Some years back, while interviewing Kilcullen, I speculated on what level of insurgency violence would make Iraq ungovernable. In response, he assured me that the level of violence was less important than the capacity of a government to deal with it. By that measure Iraq and Syria have had it, and it could be that the near-century-old borders of the Middle East are dissolving before our eyes. And if the Syria and Iraq imagined by British and French diplomats Sykes and Picot are over, their absence could well call into question the viability of Jordan and Lebanon. Based in Beirut, the former British intelligence agent and diplomat Alastair Crooke goes further, depicting ISIS as a “veritable time bomb inserted in the heart of the Middle East,” with all the potential to cause the “implosion of Saudi Arabia as a foundation stone of the modern Middle East.” So the risk of conflagration is real and I’m not sure that it is fully understood or appreciated outside the Middle East.
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Kilcullen is right on Osama bin Laden’s masterstroke in aggregating what previously were localised grievances and conflicts to create a global jihad against the West, from Somalia to Indonesia to Chechnya. Addressing a military audience in 2003, Kilcullen noted that, “Without the … ability to aggregate dozens of conflicts into a broad movement, the global jihad ceases to exist. It becomes simply a series of disparate local conflicts that are capable of being solved by nation-states … A strategy of Disaggregation would seek to dismantle, or break up, the links that allow the jihad to function as a global entity.”
However, there are three problems here. One, the advent of the internet and social media made aggregation a no-brainer for terrorists. Two, bin Laden was able to offer himself as a saviour to those in crisis around the world precisely because the West did little or nothing to address their grievances. And three, how can those “nation-states” be relied on to do anything if they are failing, broken or rife with corruption?
It might well be that no amount of Western intervention will head off an implosion. But in the meantime, there is a way around the seeming resignation in Washington to a choice between anarchy and autocracy. As the Brookings Institution’s Shadi Hamid argues, “If ISIS and what will surely be a growing list of imitators are to be defeated, then statehood and, more importantly, states that are inclusive and accountable to their people are essential.”
The West is too willing to intervene militarily, and too reluctant to confront autocratic leaders on abuse of the rights of their people. Thus Kilcullen dwells more on support for governments than he does on support for peoples. He acknowledges that on invading Iraq, the West had a “legal and ethical obligation to stabilise the society we’d disrupted.” Yet he concludes that Iraq is again sovereign and independent, and hence “no such obligation exists now.”
Sovereign and independent. Really? Baghdad and Damascus have each lost control of about one-third of their territory, they don’t control their common border and they can neither protect nor provide for their people. Kilcullen then tries to argue that although ISIS-controlled territory overlays both these supposedly sovereign nations, ISIS is itself a state, so it is a legitimate military target for the West. At the same time, Kilcullen rates the Assad regime as “odious,” but implies that its dubious sovereignty should somehow protect it from the same fate as Saddam Hussein’s regime. Like others, he seems bent on keeping both Iraq and Syria as post-Ottoman, Western constructs, crafted for Western, not local, interests.
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In the absence of policies that genuinely serve the interests of the peoples of the region, there is an argument that containment is a better option for handling ISIS. It’s ungainly and uncertain, to be sure, but it does seem to fit somewhere between Kilcullen’s hedged options – at one point he argues that maybe ISIS will mellow, as revolutionary Moscow and Tehran did, and elsewhere that ISIS is irreconcilable and so must be destroyed. Maybe it’s time to test a line thrown out there, back in 1923, by one fabled British diplomat to another – Gertrude Bell to Percy Cox. Bell wrote: “I believe that however much we know about the East, what we never can know is the effect orientals will have on one another if you leave them to themselves.”
Despite efforts to blame Islam for the mayhem in the region, the problem is in the region’s capitals, not in the Koran. More pertinent than “What’s wrong with Islam?” is this question: if the Iraqi tribes were willing to see off al-Qaeda in Iraq, why do they acquiesce in the face of this onslaught by ISIS?
Audrey Cronin, writing in the March–April 2015 issue of Foreign Affairs, argued that the old US counterinsurgency drill, in which Kilcullen had a hand, doesn’t fit today’s conflict, because “the Shiite-dominated Iraqi government has so badly undercut its own political legitimacy that it might be impossible to restore it … [and] Washington … cannot lend legitimacy to a government it no longer controls.” Kilcullen concedes that local Sunnis see any likely alternative as a worse deal than the one they get under ISIS – especially anything led by the United States. But by invoking Kanan Makiya’s Republic of Fear to liken ISIS control to that of Saddam Hussein, Kilcullen misses another point: so many countries in the Middle East are republics of fear, to varying degrees, that fear is a regional norm. Theirs is the stability Hillary Clinton said we had to have in Egypt, as protesters in Cairo chanted “Down, down, Hosni Mubarak” in January 2011; theirs the restoration of democracy for which John Kerry thanks the Egyptian field marshal Abdel Fattah al-Sisi.
Kilcullen does acknowledge that security aid in the absence of government reform, human rights, rule of law, and economic development will backfire. But in dwelling on broad security issues, he diminishes the latter as essential elements in his equation, especially as the Saudis are becoming more aggressive and the United States and others sell more and more arms into the region, despite a near total refusal by the regimes to commit ground forces to fight ISIS.
Later, Kilcullen explains away the White House resort to drone strikes and unilateral Special Forces raids as “tacit recognition that partnerships with local governments were not succeeding.” At the same time, he argues that it would take years for alternatives like thoroughgoing anti-corruption and political reform programs to make governments capable of dealing with terrorism. But such programs only have a chance of working before the onset of terrorism; once it starts, you’ve got Buckley’s – because the local leaders targeted for Western reform therapy quickly become aware that they are in a position to manipulate their would-be foreign reformers.
Interesting, too, is how Kilcullen casts al-Qaeda in the context of the Arab Spring. As he sees it, the death of Osama bin Laden mired the movement in a protracted leadership struggle. ‘‘AQ was absent … failing [for the moment] to infiltrate the Arab Spring, and the grievances it sought to exploit were being resolved peacefully, which was the last thing it wanted.’’
I beg to differ. Short-lived as it was, and though so few of the grievances it raised were actually resolved, the Arab Spring was proof of how tens of millions of young and frustrated Arabs, over-educated and under-employed, might have responded to a long-term campaign of social, cultural and educational diplomacy coupled with some severe bullying by the West, instead of the West slobbering over their corrupt leaders. As Condoleezza Rice said in Cairo in the northern summer of 2005, clearly on a day when she had not been drinking the exceptionalist Kool-Aid: “For 60 years, my country, the United States, pursued stability at the expense of democracy in … the Middle East, and we achieved neither.”
For a secretary of state who got it so right in 2005, she got it absurdly wrong the following year, when she described the Israeli invasion of Lebanon as “the birth pangs of a new Middle East.” No – that would have been the Arab Spring, when it was the West, potentially far more influential than al-Qaeda is or was, that was missing in action.
Paul McGeough
BLOOD YEAR
Correspondence
As I write this, Australia is considering an American request to undertake an expanded military campaign against ISIS in Syria. Actually, let’s be more accurate: we’re considering our own request, made formally by America after we pushed for it to do so. If that sounds unusual, perhaps the Abbott government’s determination – revealed by Laura Tingle – to find a national security announcement every week until the election might help explain it. As you read this, the “decision” has probably been made.
Which doesn’t necessarily make it entirely baseless. Truth be told, it never made any sense to confine airstrikes to Iraq. For as long as Australia wasn’t asked, it could avoid Syria under American camouflage. But ISIS has completely dissolved the Iraq–Syria border as a matter of practical reality. It exists now only as a political fiction, and Tony Abbott is undoubtedly correct to suggest that our adherence to that fiction can only help ISIS. Indeed, as David Kilcullen has shown, it is precisely this fiction that allowed ISIS to develop in the first place: to regroup in Syria after failure in Iraq, and return as a more hardened and formidable fighting outfit. It remains the case, as Kilcullen notes, that “the Islamic State can always use its sanctuary in Syria to recover from defeat in Iraq.”
So we’ll go. But what we almost certainly won’t do is anything resembling what Kilcullen suggests in Blood Year. No “radically increased weight of air power” and certainly no “larger number of ground troops than at present – but under very different rules of engagement.” Kilcullen is clearly as sceptical about this as I am, pointing to President Obama’s foreign policy instinct to resist anything hawkish that isn’t executed by remote control. The other widely acknowledged factor is simply that, for better or worse, we’re over this stuff. Western nations are drained of the political will that would see them make a new blood sacrifice. Hence the reflex rejection of “ground troops” in favour of more managerial terms like “advisers.”
Our present strategy of airstrikes coupled with training of local groups (including the Iraqi Army) to fight ISIS is only the strategy because we don’t really have one. In fact, it is surely the opposite of a strategy, since we’ve been following it – with an unblemished record of failure – for over a decade. And not just us: NATO, Jordan, South Korea, Romania – even Iran – have attempted the same thing. America blew something in the order of $40 billion trying to train these groups. Then, at the first sign of ISIS, they buckled or fled.
So Kilcullen is plainly right in saying that if we’re serious about stopping ISIS – by which he means removing its state-like properties – our “advisers will have to be able to accompany their supported units into battle.” But there is something telling about our reason for not doing this. Our inaction is not typically explained as a strategic decision. It is not sold to us as a matter of careful restraint. We aren’t withholding ground troops because we feel that our military absence is a prerequisite for success; that our presence is so politically toxic that it will only strengthen ISIS’s hand. Rather, the aversion to sacrifice seems to be the point. We’re scared of ISIS. We’ll talk them up as a “death cult” that is “coming after us.” But we’re clearly not concerned enough to risk anything serious.
Which is why I had a deeply impolitic thought: what if, for all the huffing and hyperventilating, no one really – really – cares about ISIS? Not just us in the West, but anyone in a position to do anything about it. Because we’re far from alone in our unwillingness to risk soldiers’ lives. The Iraqi military cannot avoid confrontation, but it is perfectly happy for Shi’a militias to carry the load. Those militias, of course, are backed by Iran, but are most often local fighters. Iran is happy to be a patron, but scarcely more. Its clear preference is to keep its military at a distance, with senior officials occasionally touring the frontlines for photo opportunities and morale-boosting. It is the Iraqi Shi’a poor who do the dying.
The reasons for this, it turns out, aren’t vastly different from those prevailing in the West: the Iranian people are queasy about sending their own soldiers to die. They don’t like ISIS. Like us, they fear them to a point – no doubt more than we do, given their closer proximity to ISIS’s lands. But not enough to reconcile them to anything more than a training-and-support strategy in Iraq and Syria – even as it becomes clear that this won’t be sufficient. So when Bashar al-Assad admits his army is depleted and has lost territory, and while Iran’s Revolutionary Guard chief Qasem Soleimani makes interventionist noises in the wake of a series of Syrian government losses, nothing seems to change. The strategy – for all its lack of success – remains: local militias in Iraq, and Hezbollah in Syria.
But then, success is relative. It is largely a matter of what you’re happy to accept. By that measure, perhaps the strategy has succeeded. It’s true ISIS continues to exist. But it’s also true that the Kurds have recaptured most of the lands they’d lost, and that, for now at least, thanks to the US-led air campaign and the Shi’a militias, ISIS is contained. And then there’s life in Baghdad, which, if you believe Nicolas Pelham’s recent account in the New York Review of Books, is returning to something strangely mundane: “less of a failed state than normally depicted … uncannily lacking in trauma.” Pelham notes the minutiae. Police fining drivers whose paperwork isn’t up to scratch. Courts sentencing those who don’t pay. People talking about ISIS in the past tense, while young men blast ISIS-mocking pop songs from their car stereos. Bars and nightclubs open. Literary festivals. Museums re-opening and high-school students touring them for the first time in nearly twenty-five years. New trains. Businesspeople investing their money locally. Suicide bombings down to roughly one a week. Normality, I suppose, is relative too.
The north really is another country. The militias provide a degree of security in the south, but they can’t penetrate ISIS’s northern heartlands. Meanwhile, the Sunnis trapped in ISIS’s régime de la terreur are rapidly growing to detest their brutal overlords, but might just fear the Shi’a to the south even more. This, as Kilcullen notes, is the consequence of Nouri al-Maliki’s disastrously sectarian rule, and it is not easily unwound. All of which raises an obvious question: if life in the south is approaching some version of normal, if ISIS is contained, and if the Sunnis in the north and the Shi’a in the south are so divided and mutually hostile, then why would the Iraqi state bother any longer? Why not say goodbye to the north, and stay resolute in defending the south from any ISIS advance?
To be sure, that outcome would trouble the West. If Baghdad relies on Tehran-backed militias for its security, then the Iraqi state is beholden to Iran. No doubt Iraq’s prime minister knows this. But it is less clear how Western intervention of the kind Kilcullen proposes would change that. Perhaps he is right to suggest Iraq would rather have American help than Iranian, but that help is clearly not urgently needed in the south. It would make much more difference in the north, but there the Iranians are hardly competing for influence with unbridled vigour.
A more muscular intervention of the kind Kilcullen advocates would likely prevent Iranian domination of a huge swathe of the region, running from Iran itself right through to Syria. That would no doubt please the Sunni powers like Saudi Arabia and Turkey, as well as Israel and America. But sadly, the politics of the region are never so neat. What, for example, would be the political aftermath? Who would rule the north? Baghdad? The nation formerly known as Iraq is now so deeply rent that any strategy for stronger intervention must surely include a strategy to convince the Sunnis that in spite of everything they’ve suffered at the hands of the recent Iraqi state, things will be different this time. Maybe Prime Minister Abadi can win such an argument. But we would want to be confident before intervening, because it’s unlikely the Sunnis will be in much of a mood to listen to the same Western forces whose invasion took away the dominance they enjoyed under Saddam Hussein. The perception of American–Shi’a collaboration runs deep in Sunni Iraq. And if the Sunni tribes detest the Shi’a enough to put up with ISIS, they might not think much of us, either.
And this, of course, is to say nothing of Syria, which, by consensus, simply must be solved politically should any response to ISIS be successful. Indeed, Kilcullen has as a condition of his military proposal that Assad agree to a political settlement. That much is utterly essential. But it has thus far also proven to be utterly fanciful. The UN is incapable of enforcing anything, thanks to Russian obstruction, and Assad shows no sign of agreeing to a settlement. In any event, such a settlement would need to identify who would control the Sunni parts of Syria – and with all the Sunni turmoil in the region, who could take on this mantle without immediately being besieged by forces as bad as ISIS?
There may be answers to these questions. And if there are, I’d certainly trust Kilcullen to guide me to them. But call me pessimistic. Pessimistic that the noxious politics of the region, which we helped stir up by invading Iraq, will somehow become less noxious with the application of greater military force. Pessimistic about our capacity to navigate these fault-lines, given the trust and political capital we’ve shredded so far. Pessimistic because the relatively successful intervention in the Balkans provides no model for a region as wrecked as this one.
Right now, I can imagine a long-term outcome that leaves a reconfigured Middle East: a Shi’a state in southern Iraq, an Alawite one in what remains of Syria, and a contained ISIS no one is particularly desperate to dislodge as long as the atrocities are confined to those unfortunate enough to be ruled by it. Such reconfigurations are always extremely bloody, and this one would leave in its wake two profoundly evil regimes – maybe three, if Iran gets hold of Baghdad. The human cost will be catastrophic. But the world has shown impeccable form when it comes to ignoring such catastrophes. Assad has been banking on it for years.
I’d like to avoid that. So, in my helplessness, I’m open to being convinced on military intervention. To be sure, we’ve shown we’re not terribly good at it in the Middle East. But there is at least the logical possibility that we’ll do it well the next time. For that, though, we’ll need every question answered. We’ll need to show not merely that a desperate situation exists – that we have to do something – but also that we’re on top of the politics, and that the cure we’re offering won’t end up worse than the disease.
Waleed Aly
BLOOD YEAR
Correspondence
Barbara Tuchman, in her 1984 book The March of Folly, defined folly as governments pursuing policies contrary to their own interests, despite feasible alternatives. Much of the criticism of our ongoing involvement in Iraq is based on a view that what our governments are doing is Tuchman-style folly, especially when it is imagined that the alternative is to do nothing. We all know that governments can commit folly by pursuing the unworkable at the expense of the possible, one of the most common of governmental follies. If Tuchman were alive today, she might examine the First and Second Iraq Wars and the war in Afghanistan since 2001. But for fairness, she should also examine the folly of non-intervention in Syria and the less effective intervention in this, the Third Iraq War.
The best means of avoiding folly is to align strategy with tactics. David Kilcullen reminds us in his essay that strategy ensures that you get to the right place with the right force for the right reasons and in the right war. Victory is about achieving the war aims, but you must be able to both formulate a strategy and implement it.
So, whether or not government actions are considered folly, and whatever the question is, the answer is very likely to be strategy. Kilcullen covers the full, comprehensive scope of national strategy to combat the Islamic State. This is very important, because only a comprehensive strategy will ever produce results.
His essay reminded me that what passed for military strategy in both Iraq and Afghanistan was that we in the Coalition put in an inadequate number of troops initially, contrary to professional advice, found we were being beaten, increased the number of troops to what it should have been to begin with and called it a “Surge,” and achieved the success that we should have achieved to begin with. Then, when things started to look much better, we prematurely reduced the number of troops and set a timetable for final withdrawal. As a result of inadequate strategy in Iraq, we had to create local forces, a process that was prolonged because we were not able to deploy, even initially, the right number of competent troops to create what must always come first: a degree of stability. Our inadequate strategy extended the war and the suffering, we are now back in Iraq, and the US president has accepted that he needs to leave a residual force of 10,000 US troops in Afghanistan so as not to lose everything that we have gained there, as is close to happening in Iraq.
The announcement of additional Australian troops to train Iraqis brought forth the usual suspects in public commentary. What very few addressed is the view that all of those who see ISIS as evil should be prepared, as part of an overall strategy, to commit military and other resources to oppose that evil. This conflict can be successfully concluded, but we need the Iraqis to carry the bulk of the fight. But to do so they need our assistance.
Our assistance to Iraq might be underdone, but should not at this stage include ground combat units, and definitely not of the previous magnitude. Yet “boots on the ground” should never be ruled out, because, as Kilcullen points out, it is in the interests of the West to win in Iraq and Syria. And we have as much of a moral obligation to assist the Iraqi government to regain sovereignty over areas currently held by ISIS as we had to provide humanitarian assistance on Mount Sinjar.
One of the salient differences between the Third Iraq War and the previous two is that the West is more directly in strategic competition with Iran. At the moment, as has been said, Iran is playing three-dimensional chess while the West is only just starting to play checkers. Iran’s speed and effectiveness in supporting the Iraqis on the battlefield, and its willingness to mentor or advise in battle, may mean Iran will win the peace no matter who wins the war.
It is only eleven years since the invasion, perhaps too soon for a full formal analysis. But the Middle East does not wait, and what you learn will always depend on where you stand. For instance, had Secretary of Defense Rumsfeld listened to military advice on necessary troop levels before the invasion, we might have achieved in two years what it took eight years and two troop surges to achieve.
As Kilcullen points out, by 2011, when the coalition troops left, the US and Iraqi forces had brought about a relatively high level of stability, including a significant degradation of al-Qaeda in Iraq. The US forces that Kilcullen advised be deployed, and that some of us fought with, had fostered an Iraqi military adequate to the task of containing the remaining threat, but this military was never given the chance to mature. The first Maliki government, while the United States was still present and had influence, gave initial promise of governing adequately. The prime minister allowed the Iraqi Army to be developed and led with some degree of military logic and success. But the second Maliki government, especially after the United States left in 2011, proved to be disastrous for the army and for Iraq.
We had a relatively stable country, an acceptable army and a promising government … so what went wrong? First, the Arab Spring led us by diverse means into the depths of the Syrian civil war, which produced ISIS. It is drawing a very long bow to blame that civil war on the US invasion of Iraq. An equally valid argument could be that if the United States had not invaded Iraq today, it would look much more like Syria, which is worse by several orders of magnitude than Iraq.
Second, President Obama did not insist on leaving behind a residual force, contrary to all military advice. For this he was roundly criticised, including by Hillary Clinton, who is reported to have said: “We have residual US forces in Germany, in Japan, in Korea to this day, yet after these awful eight years, with 4500 Americans killed and 100,000 to 150,000 Iraqis killed, we’re prepared to walk away?” Had there been a residual US force in Iraq, there may not have been an ISIS invasion, and even if there had been, the Iraqi Army probably would not have folded. It is interesting that President Obama has now agreed to leave such a force in Afghanistan, and that his administration is even hinting at extending it.
Third, the second Maliki administration proved to be sectarian, corrupt and incompetent. Maliki replaced army commanders with sectarian cronies who stole the pay of the army in Mosul, made the soldiers buy their ammunition, did not fund army training and equipment and destroyed their morale and trust. No wonder they broke, and that the Maliki-installed commanders led the rout.
Kilcullen’s essay was written before the fall of Ramadi in Iraq and Palmyra in Syria, and before the attempts to retake parts of Anbar. His view that we do not yet have the right mix of support for the Iraqis now has added urgency, especially given that the Assad regime is showing signs of cracking. Should Assad fall, ISIS may decide to devote even greater resources to Iraq. We know that ISIS can be defeated militarily in Iraq, if we have the necessary resolve, given what the Kurds are succeeding in doing. Once Iraqi sovereignty is re-established in northern and eastern Iraq, then who knows what might be possible for the Syrian people? But a solution to the Syria problem is far beyond the bounds of feasible planning until we have restored at least a degree of Iraqi sovereignty over the whole of the country.
Like Kilcullen, I am prepared to acknowledge that the invasion of Iraq may not have been a strategically brilliant move. However, there is nothing more stupid than getting yourself into an unnecessary war and then bungling its execution. You can get yourself into the wrong war, but still win. It is not only the grand strategic choice that determines success or failure; it is also how you implement the strategy. Yet our current tepid response runs the risk of seeing Iranian control and influence stretch from the Northern Arabian Gulf to the Mediterranean – true folly indeed.
A Chinese general once said that strategy without tactics is a slow road to victory, but tactics without strategy is noise before defeat. What would he have said of a war in which the strategy is challenged and the tactics are lacking – a slow road to noisy defeat?
When we say that we (Australians) are “training the Iraqis,” the uninitiated assume that we are training them to be fully competent for combat. Nothing could be further from the truth. I don’t know exactly what training our “advise and assist” force is offering today to an Iraqi brigade, but the training will take at best months and more likely weeks, and our advisers are not accompanying the Iraqis into combat.
Back in 2004–05 in Iraq, Australians conducted as much training as possible in a very short time. The Australians and British did not accompany the Iraqis into battle. You cannot train for experience and leadership in only a few weeks. And you can only develop that on a battlefield while you remain alive.
The United States accompanied the Iraqis they trained into battle, at the early stage with only nine advisers per 500-strong battalion, but later with up to thirty advisers. The US ran a “train – fight – train” sequence to build experience. It was tactically successful because they accompanied the troops they trained into battle, whereas the British and the Australians did not accompany them and were not successful. Non-accompanied units were either intimidated out of existence once they were on their own, or they failed in combat and the troops were killed or deserted, or, as at Basra, were suborned to support the Sadrists.
Both Australia and the United Kingdom implicitly admitted their error in Iraq by accompanying the units they trained into battle in Afghanistan and, on a very long road to vague victory, they were tactically successful. When accompanied, the local soldiers will be paid, intelligence can be brought into the unit, fire support is accessed, and the soldiers receive ammunition, food and fuel. Local commanders make better tactical decisions and don’t get their soldiers killed as carelessly. The Iraqi soldiers are not fools. They know that they will not be abandoned – as happened at Mosul – if there are advisers with them. Any veteran of the Australian Army Training Team Vietnam will tell you that.
Kilcullen points out that the greatest tactical tool in Iraq at the moment is air power, but it must be correctly applied. To do this, two changes are needed. First, the rules of engagement must be appropriate to the battlefield. Iraq now is not Afghanistan. Inappropriate rules of engagement are restricting the targets that can be attacked. This is being exploited by ISIS. The strategic price that we are paying is that we are not winning. The law of armed conflict will not be transgressed if there is more freedom in what aircraft can attack. More innocents will be killed, but this must be balanced morally against a much longer road to victory. Tighter rules of engagement do not necessarily deliver a more humanitarian result. They may just prolong the agony.
Second, the effectiveness of airpower will be greatly enhanced if the bombs dropped against certain targets are controlled from the ground by what is called a “joint terminal attack controller” (JTAC). Better targets can be chosen and better results achieved. The tactical ability of even the smallest unit is magnified, as is the confidence of the soldiers on the ground. Terminal control of bombs, even through a sandstorm as at Ramadi, could have delivered a strategic effect.
JTACs need to be protected and supported while they are supporting and protecting units. Thus, we must combine training with accompanying Iraqi units into battle, realistic rules of engagement and the deployment of JTACs. Of course there is a risk of adviser casualties. But there is also a distinct risk of winning without having to put boots on the ground: a strategic imperative. No guarantee, just an increased probability. It is not panic time in Iraq, even though it has not been a good few months. But the longer we do not defeat ISIS decisively within Iraq, the higher the chance of external events which totally dislocate our Iraq operational strategy, and what price any grand strategy then?
We should be acting now to avoid a slow road to noisy defeat. If we are committed, we take responsibility for the outcome. We do not just go through the motions and conduct training. As one of the many great Australian soldiers of the Vietnam era reminded me, the Vietnamese would say, “Either protect us and be with us, or leave us alone.” David Kilcullen’s essay reminds us that certain lessons are immutable over time: political resolve is essential to victory, and victory is what we should be aiming for.
Jim Molan
BLOOD YEAR
Correspondence
Quarterly Essay 58 tells an interesting story about the War on Terror, exploring how it has been conducted, how it has evolved and why it has failed so far, all illuminated by David Kilcullen’s colourful accounts of his own role in it. But it also presents a policy argument about what should be done next. Like Tony Abbott, though apparently for different reasons, David sees ISIS as a deadly threat that must be eliminated, and like Abbott he argues that the West, including Australia, should commit armed forces to do this. The difference is that David thinks we need to be doing much more in Iraq than Abbott has so far signed up to. David argues for this by explaining why he thinks ISIS poses a threat to us, and why he thinks a bigger Western military intervention would remove that threat. Alas, I’m not sure either element of this argument is compelling.
Let’s start by asking how ISIS threatens the West, and Australia specifically. David offers four answers (in the passage starting on page 69). First he mentions remote radicalisation – the danger that ISIS’s example will inspire acts of terrorism at home. But as he says, this is not really a strategic threat to our societies, because the numbers killed are quite low. Of course it is a problem that needs to be taken seriously, but I think David agrees that it is best dealt with by good intelligence, policing and outreach here at home rather than by trying to fight ISIS in Iraq and Syria.
Second, he mentions the foreign fighter issue – the relatively large numbers of Westerners who have joined ISIS. It is not completely clear to me how David sees this as a threat to Australia or the West, though presumably his main concern, like Tony Abbott’s, is that they will return with the skills and motivation to amplify the terrorist threat here at home. In this context David presents what he calls “the most persuasive reason for a forward strategy,” which is that if we do not fight ISIS in the Middle East, then the measures to contain the consequent terrorist threat at home will turn our societies into police states. This argument is compelling only if we accept that the terrorist threat would otherwise be serious enough to warrant the kind of draconian measures he goes on to describe. But that has not been established. As so often since 2001, the potential for terrorism to pose an existential threat is assumed, when it needs to be demonstrated. Of course David might be suggesting that we are in danger of turning our nation into a police state even if the threat does not warrant it. That is indeed a risk, but the best way to avoid that risk is to have a more responsible, better-informed and less politically opportunistic debate at home, not to go off to fight more wars abroad.
Third, David mentions the potential for ISIS to inspire and support Islamist insurgencies elsewhere around the world. This too is a legitimate concern, but is it a big enough problem to warrant a large-scale military intervention in Iraq and Syria? That depends on how seriously these other insurgencies affect our interests, and how much difference ISIS support makes to them. The answers to these questions cannot be taken for granted.
Fourth, David argues that ISIS must be defeated to remove the threat of a general collapse of the Middle East regional order, including the real risk of full-scale war between the region’s larger powers. This is indeed a major concern, and raises much more significant issues globally and for the West specifically than the other reasons David offers for another military intervention in the Middle East. But we need to be careful about assuming that ISIS is the cause of this problem and that destroying ISIS would remove it. ISIS itself is only a symptom and a consequence of bigger trends that are destroying the old post-Ottoman regional order in the Middle East, and there is no reason at all to believe that removing ISIS will restore that order, or prevent further instability and conflict.
The other question we have to consider is how likely it is that the military intervention David advocates would succeed in destroying ISIS. He is careful to argue that this would not be another counterinsurgency campaign like that in Afghanistan. That’s because, he says, ISIS is not an insurgency but a state, and needs to be fought like a state. Nor does he argue that the West should deploy its own armies to defeat ISIS themselves. Instead it should do more – much more – of what it is already doing in Iraq: providing air support and training, advice and assistance to Iraqi forces so they can do the job themselves. In particular, he thinks Western military advisers need to accompany Iraqi forces into the fighting on the front-line.
But how likely is any of this to make a real difference in Iraq? For a long time now, people have assumed that Western training and example can turn ill-trained, under-motivated and unpaid soldiers into war winners. It very rarely works. Moreover, as David himself acknowledges, security assistance alone makes no difference without wider social, political and economic reforms, and what chance is there of those in Iraq today? No better than in Afghanistan five or ten years ago. So it is very unlikely that a larger Western intervention would do any good, and quite likely that it would do real harm, making the situation even worse. It would not be the first time that has happened, after all.
Better, then, to leave the Iraqis and their neighbours to sort this one out without our help. That does not mean sitting back while ISIS takes over the Middle East, of course, because ISIS is already contained by the powers it has come up against – Turkey, the Kurds, Iraqi Shi’as and of course Iran, as well as Sunni rivals and adversaries inside and outside Iraq and Syria. These are the forces that will determine the shape of the new Middle East and ISIS’s role in it, and there is not much that we in the West can do to shape the outcome, so we should not try unless the imperative is much more compelling, and the means much more effective, than David’s arguments suggest.
Of course this is an uncomfortable conclusion for those who believe in America’s and the West’s power to shape the world. That idea is being challenged today in the Middle East, as well as in Eastern Europe and East Asia. I suspect that this is the real reason why so many in the West find what is happening there so disconcerting. ISIS does not really threaten Australia or the West strategically in any substantial way, but it does threaten our assumption that the West can and should control what happens in the region.
That is why the most telling passage in David’s Quarterly Essay is the one in which he warns that a US decision not to intervene against ISIS threatens the whole post-1945 global order. David worries that if America doesn’t step in to defeat ISIS in the Middle East it will mark the end of this whole era in which America’s ability and willingness to use its preponderant power has kept the world safe and stable. David’s essay is infused with his confidence that the West, led by Washington, can still do this. But all the evidence, from Iraq, Afghanistan, Syria and Lebanon – as well as Iran, Ukraine, Georgia, North Korea and the South China Sea – shows that this era has already passed. Another sad and costly failure in Iraq would not bring it back.
Hugh White
“KANGAROO COURT”
Response to Correspondence
In my study of the Family Court I thought it important to characterise as best I could the mind-set of the judges. To guide me I had the numerous public speeches of Alastair Nicholson, the former chief justice, my sampling of the judgments given from the bench, and the various official reports that had examined the Court’s proceedings, to which the judges had sometimes given evidence.
From the fathers’ groups I heard accusations that the Court was a feminist conspiracy and that the judges were heartless monsters. These views I did not accept, though I could understand how they had been developed. My conclusions were that the judges were soft-headed about enforcing the Court’s authority, that they operated with a narrow view of the child’s best interests, which they assumed could be sharply distinguished from that of their parents, and that they protected themselves from criticism by claiming that they were caring for children and their critics were doing something else.
The responses of former judges Evatt and Chisholm to my essay can be taken as confirmation of this analysis on all points. I am finally dismissed as adult-centred!
The judges acknowledge the problem of enforcing the Court’s orders but claim that given the difficulties the Court faces it cannot do any better. They dispute my report that the Court, even when considering penalties for disobedience of its orders, treats the interest of the child in the case as paramount. They quote the Family Law Act at me. There has always been in the legislation sufficient power for the Court to enforce its orders. It was a decision of the Court to make the child’s interest paramount. My authority on the Court’s approach to penalties was the enquiry conducted by the Australian Law Reform Commission, which reported in 1995 that judges and registrars considered “the paramount concern has to be the interests of the child in the particular case” (For the sake of the kids, p. 96).
But let us accept, as the judges claim, that when orders are breached they do balance the needs for enforcement against the interests of the child. Whether the Court gets this right, they suggest, could only be determined by examining each case. This is not the appropriate test. The tests are whether the Court’s orders are generally obeyed and whether the authority of the Court is widely accepted. The answer is NO, NO. The approach of the judges confirms my view that the Court has no understanding of the need to maintain the integrity of the system which it operates. My position is not that the interests of the child should be of no concern in enforcement, but that they should not be the paramount concern.
The judges think that that I am being sensationalist in claiming that the orders of the Court are a joke. But I am only relaying the common talk which was reported by the Family Law Council in 1998 in these terms: “There is ‘a fairly widely held view in the community that the Family Court is reluctant to enforce its own orders’.” A joke seems a mild characterisation of the Court’s operations as revealed in my story of Julian Aston. The child’s mother took the child from Adelaide to the Northern Territory in defiance of the Court. When ordered to return she refused. When after many years she was asked to return so that the child could be assessed she refused. She actually said she would come if the Court paid for travel, accommodation and a lawyer. The judge muttered that the mother knew very well that the Court did not provide money to litigants. But the judge refused to make her come. Then in her judgment the judge regretted that she had to make a decision in the absence of the child!
The Court, as a child of the 1970s, reminds me of those schoolteachers who thought that if they were caring and understanding they would have no need to resort to disciplining their charges. If you ask one of those teachers why their classrooms are chaotic, they will tell you that the children come from disturbed families and that what they have to learn is not relevant, etc. But if you wait until the next lesson with a different teacher, you might well find the classroom becomes perfectly orderly and that with no overt signs of control the children are cheerfully doing their work. The Court has yet to try how its troubled and angry clients would react to true authority. It is the absence of authority that makes them seem ungovernable. I have the support of Justin Dowd on this. Wild accusations fly around the court because, as he reports, the judges have abandoned any attempt to encourage the telling of the truth.
The two judges claim to have difficulty in establishing my recommendations for enforcement. They rightly say I am not endorsing sharp punitive methods. They skip over my report of the course recommended by various public enquiries: “They wanted the Court to use a range of remedies, but still keeping fines and imprisonment as a last resort. Above all they pleaded with the Court to take enforcement seriously; to be firm and consistent.” It is worth repeating that my criticism of the Court over enforcement simply echoes the conclusions of numerous enquiries. The two judges have more than me to answer. Broadly I support what these enquiries have urged. My own formulation, made clear elsewhere in the essay, is that the Court should be both robust and deft.
The present government considers that the Court can do better. In cases where a custodial parent is denying access to a child, the government plans to give the Court power to transfer custody to the other parent – but with the proviso that the best interests of the child must be paramount. I suggested that this would render the plan nugatory because the Court would say that the best interests of the child determined the child’s present placement and that a move would damage the child. I suggested that where the Court had been persistently defied, the custody could be transferred to the other parent so long as the other parent was adequate to the task. The judges criticise my plan for not taking account of the child’s wishes and feelings and for being adult-centred. But I go on to say
If [judges] are intelligent and caring, they will choose carefully the cases on which they make a stand so that children are not damaged. Not many cases would have to be resolved in this way before custodial parents took an entirely different attitude to access than they do now.
That is, I was caring for the particular child and my purpose was to benefit the thousands of children and their fathers who currently don’t see each other because access is denied. So my adult-centred approach would benefit far more children than their child-centred approach.
Why did the judges omit to mention this passage? It would not be because they deliberately wanted to misrepresent my position. I think it is because they truly do not see a problem in the Court’s present practice and so they are not interested in any solution. In other courts soft-headed and hard-headed judges labour on particular cases without having to worry about the authority of their Court, which is institutionally secure. Only rarely will anyone defy other courts. The Family Court has a particular problem: it has to regain authority. So much evil and heartache flows from its absence. These will continue if the judges maintain the approach of Evatt and Chisholm.
While these judges were penning their reply to my essay, a father – one of scores – contacted me with his problem. He has access to his boy every second weekend with the pick-up point being the boy’s school. But on Fridays the mother keeps the boy from school. The father knows where the mother and boy live, but he has been advised that his case would be damaged if he went to an unauthorised pick-up point. His question to me was should he spend tens of thousands on a lawyer to run a case to enforce the access orders that the Court has given him. Of course I was reluctant to give advice, but when pressed I inclined to the view that he would be wasting his money – which was his own fear. I should start sending these queries to former judges Evatt and Chisholm. Then perhaps they would see the damage that soft-headedness causes.
In my essay I urged the Court to consider child and parents together, each with their interests and needs. I was moved by the plight of fathers kept from their children, but in urging their case I was also advancing the interests of their children. As the pavement graffiti at my local shopping centre avers: FATHER EXCLUSION IS CHILD ABUSE. The judges remain confident that the interests of children can be determined apart from that of their parents. Their reply confirms my assessment that the Court considers parents merely as candidates for involvement in the child’s life. The Court will consider the child first and expects the parents will still be good for the child no matter what the Court does to them. A dad may be sent broke by paying legal fees spent in order to see his child or he might find seeing the children only every second weekend heart-wrenching or he may be unhinged by the Court allowing false accusations to run against him, but none of this damage is relevant to the best interests of the child!
The judges hold to the view that parents have no rights – that is, as soon as separation occurs both parents lose even a presumptive right to see their children. They accuse me of advocating courses that would be in breach of the UN Convention on the Rights of the Child. However, that document does speak of the rights of parents. Article 5 states:
States Parties shall respect the responsibilities, rights and duties of parents … to provide, in a manner consistent with the evolving capacities of the child, appropriate direction and guidance in the exercise by the child of the rights recognized in the present Convention.
The rights of parents are not defined other than in this Article, but at a minimum, to have any meaning, the right would have to extend to seeing the child. I think it is the Court that is in breach of the Convention.
The judges specifically ask me what I would do where a parent has been accused of child abuse and the evidence is ambiguous and the experts divided or uncertain. My answer is, as made clear in the essay, that I would allow the parent access to the child unless on the balance of probabilities the parent was proved to have been an abuser. Alastair Nicholson, the former chief justice of the Court, considers that this would give “a charter for the abuse of children”. Yet this is the approach of the state family and children’s courts. Nicholson seems to have retreated somewhat from his judgment in M and M where with great insight he said that once allegations of sexual abuse have been raised it is difficult to get rid of the lingering doubt that they may be true. Nicholson seems to imagine that only a hyper-vigilance by the Court stands in the way of a systematic sexual abuse by fathers of their own children. He plainly is not moved by the research that I report that fathers are the least likely abusers among the men known to the child. This finding is flatly denied by Olle at al. who claim that (unspecified) research demonstrates the opposite. My evidence was taken from Patrick Parkinson, “Family Law and Parent-Child Contact: Assessing the Risk of Sexual Abuse”, Melbourne University Law Review, Vol. 23, 1999, and Thea Brown, “Fathers and Child Abuse Allegations”, Family Court Review, Vol. 41, No. 3, July 2003.
The ex-judges and other respondents point out that some of the changes I recommend are beyond the power of the Court to effect. I knew this and indeed I do recommend that the law be changed so that parents can see their children unless the Court decides on good grounds that they will do them harm; and that parents accused of sexual abuse can be kept from their children only if they are found on the balance of probabilities to have abused the child. The judges speak of the Family Court being constrained by the High Court. It would be more accurate to say that the High Court has endorsed the approach of the Family Court, which invented the doctrines of no rights for parents and keeping parents from children without proof of offence.
Alastair Nicholson denies the Court’s paternity of the no-rights-for-parents doctrine. He claims that it is the Family Law Act that has determined that “the right to contact is one of the child and not of the parent”. It would be more accurate to say that the Act gives the child the right of contact and is silent on the rights of the parent. It is the Court that has decided that the best interests of the child can be interpreted to exclude a parent who has done no wrong from seeing the child. If this matter had been clearly settled by the Act, why would the textbooks still need to cite a Court judgment as definitive: Brown v. Pedersen? In that case the Court declared, “This Court has long laid to rest any notion that a parent has a right to access.” Sounds like the Court making law to me.
Nicholson argues that the point is of little consequence because in nearly all cases access is granted. But the zealousness with which the doctrine is proclaimed and defended is significant. The doctrine frees the judges to do their dirtiest work: keeping parents from their children though no fault has been proved against them.
Nicholson rehearses again all the difficulties over the enforcement of the Court’s orders. He is wrong to assume that my recommendation is ‘the automatic enforcement of orders’. Of course the Court should use its discretion. But its aim must be a general obedience. The judges should establish a regime in which the people who come before them are disciplining themselves; they should hesitate to defy the Court or to tell lies. True authority does not depend on constant punishment.
Nicholson considers that I should not have strayed from history into his bailiwick and so given some academic plausibility to an account “riddled with factual inaccuracies”. He and others can be assured that I did not abandon the constraints of my discipline and I made no statement unless I had firm evidence for it. Not all the evidence was supplied in the limited footnotes available in my essay. Where specific claims of inaccuracy have been made (these are surprisingly few given that my failings are said to be abundant) I am supplying my evidence in this reply. Nicholson gets specific in one place where he writes, “like most of Hirst’s work, his account of the naming of the Magellan Project is mythical.” I took my account from Thea Brown and the other social workers who wrote the official report on the project: Resolving Family Violence to Children: The Evaluation of the Magellan Project, Monash University, 2001.
I am accused by Olle et al of not taking violence against women seriously. I had no wish to hide it and I support the precautions that the Court has taken to minimise the risk of its occurring. Sadly this response supports my assessment that concerns over male violence can be a cover for opposition to any change. These respondents simply deny the existence of the problems my essay highlighted. I refer them to all the other respondents (including the former judges) who may differ with me over the extent of the problems and their solutions but do not deny their existence.
I am pleased that in many cases my analysis has been accepted and given further support by people whose acquaintance with the Court is longer than my own. I must acknowledge the sustained campaign of Bettina Arndt in defence of fathers. It was her opinion pieces in the press that first alerted me to the shortcomings of the Court. I have not been able to tell her anything she did not know, but she generously says that a newcomer can highlight the lunacy.
Bettina Arndt is optimistic about the new Family Relationship Centres. She reports (what I have also been told) that good counsellors and mediators can deal with violent people, so the government does not have to provide that the violent cases must bypass the centres and go straight to court. This would be a loophole too easily exploited. She rightly points to the importance of breaking the nexus between amount of contact and child support. At present the custodial parent gets less child support when the child spends more than 109 nights with the other parent. This is an inducement to limit contact. I hope the current review of the system will address this problem. The government’s plan, announced in the 2005 Budget, to encourage single parents into the workforce will, if successful, reduce the need for these families to get outside support, whether from the government or the separated father of the children.
My endorsement of the proposal that fathers holding access orders to see their children should not have to pay child support if access is refused received no support from these respondents. The two judges repeated the usual arguments against it, including the one that I hoped I had answered: that children losing child support would have no means of support (they would of course be supported by the social security system). The judges showed no glimmer of disturbance at the injustice of a father having to pay support for children whom he is prevented from seeing. Dowd sees some advantage to fathers in maintaining their payments even though they can’t see their children: it keeps a bond with their children and is a sign to them that they have not been rejected, which may be the basis for resumption of a relationship later. I know some fathers do willingly maintain payments for these reasons. As is common in family law matters, everyone assumes that if there were penalties they would have to be applied in all cases where there are currently breaches. Why not think that with the threat of the withdrawal of child support custodial mothers might allow fathers to see their children?
There was guarded support for the policy of a rebuttable presumption of joint custody. The confusion over terminology continues to cloud debate. The two judges claim that the Court already follows my recommendation that both parents be involved in the upbringing of the child. That may be the formal position when it awards joint guardianship, but the Court certainly does not secure for each parent the amount of contact with the child that would allow the involvement to be meaningful. Joint custody in this proposal for reform means equal time or something approaching it with the child. The proposal is rebuttable and hence adjustable according to the best interests of the child, though its ruling assumption is that it is in the interests of children to have contact with their parents (unless they can be shown to be a danger to them). I advocated the policy as a good starting point for negotiations, which might in many cases end with a result not very different from the present, but with both parents having a voice in the settlement and its adjustment.
Bettina Arndt reports that she has long been an advocate of the policy. She does not take up my point that it is unlikely to be taken seriously in the new relationship centres unless the Act or the Court or both endorse it. Her doubt is that if it were law, the policy would lead to more litigation. I fear this less so long as the Court does move to an inquisitorial method with judges hearing cases more expeditiously and cheaply. This might be matched with the appointments of case-workers who would have oversight of settlements where there is conflict. At the moment parties record (often literally on tape and video) every infringement of their ex-partner in the hope that a huge pile of offences will win their case if it comes again to court before a judge who knows nothing of it. There would be less of this if parties could complain to a case-worker who had the power to approach the Court about penalties or changes to settlements. At every level we must recognise the standard adversarial methods of a civil court are totally inappropriate for this business.
In the essay I made only passing reference to the need to reduce our high divorce rate. I predicted that joint custody would reduce divorce since parents would know that they were not going to be able to marginalise or remove the other parent of their children. The objection to this might be that children would be damaged by being kept in households of severe conflict. But many marriages today are declared to be over by one party with the other unaware until that moment that there was anything wrong. There has been no overt conflict at all. These are the opportunistic separations of which Barry Maley speaks. As I said in the essay I am very respectful of his views and I am glad that this forum has given him another chance to air them. Only he has been prepared to reconsider seriously the no-fault basis of the existing law.
The former judges and the present Chief Justice describe my essay as polemic and invective. Certainly my prose is not as calm as theirs. I confess that I cannot remain calm when I learn that cases of child abuse can run for years in the Family Court and end only when the child grows up and calls a halt. It is the calmness of the judges that concerns me. Beyond the particularities of their argument with me, they seem to have no realisation of the extent of the social and human disaster over which they have presided. But I take some comfort from the restraint of the present Chief Justice’s response. If she is not going to sail into controversy as readily as her predecessor, I hope she will listen and watch more closely. The Court has a wide field of action and much could be achieved by a chief justice setting a new direction.
John Hirst
“KANGAROO COURT”
Correspondence
Despite the length of John Hirst’s essay, my response will be brief but not because I accept the author’s criticisms as valid. I do not.
I will make no comment on the many invectives in the essay as I am sure they will be understood by readers as a headline-grabbing device, rather than a contribution to the substance of his arguments.
I intend to treat the author’s criticisms of the Court as falling into three distinct categories although the author himself does not always make appropriate distinctions.
First, the writer criticises many aspects of the current law including High Court decisions the Court must apply. For example, he questions whether the “best interests of the child” principle in the Family Law Act should be modified in some categories of cases; if the “unacceptable risk” test is appropriate; whether it is fair that the government provides a mechanism for payment of child support to be enforced while contact enforcement is left to the individual; if the current penalties in the Act for contravening orders are sufficiently strong; and even whether fault should be reintroduced in some form.
These are all matters for which there may be different views held by members of the community, or even individual judges, but it would be totally inappropriate for the Court to express a view in a public forum about legislation and decisions of a superior court which it is bound by law to apply in individual cases.
Secondly, the author criticises independent academic family law research. Although there are many issues I have with the argument he makes, I do not see it as the Court’s role to defend attacks on research published by independent academics.
Thirdly, based on several stories of individuals whose versions of events he accepts as complete and accurate, the author expresses opinions as to how the Court operates unfairly.
In my view, just as it is inappropriate for a court to express views about the law it is bound to apply, it is equally inappropriate for a court through its representative to engage in a public debate with anyone who expresses a personal opinion, whether or not that opinion is expressed in a forum such as Quarterly Essay or simply in a letter to the daily newspaper or some other media outlet.
The role of courts, and the Family Court of Australia is no exception, is to hear and determine cases that people bring before it. Most importantly that means hearing evidence and submissions from both sides – not just one – assessing all of the evidence from the parties, lay witnesses and expert witnesses, making findings of fact when necessary where facts are in dispute and deciding the case according to law.
In the case of the Family Court, such decisions must be consistent with the provisions of the Family Law Act and any relevant Full Court or High Court authority, which would be binding on the trial judge. Finally a judge is required to deliver a judgment explaining why certain findings of fact have been made and why the ultimate decision was reached.
The difficulties and complexities of making a decision in an individual case, for example the need to protect children from harm where allegations have been made against a parent versus the continuation of an existing regime of contact, will be understood by reading the judgment. Indeed it is by reading judgments that the difficult issues judges have to decide and how they go about decision-making can be best appreciated.
I invite those who have read John Hirst’s essay and who wish to know how the Court does explain its decisions, to inform themselves by reading the judgments on the internet or, as the Court is open to members of the public, by coming and listening to how cases are presented.
Diana Bryant
“KANGAROO COURT”
Correspondence
Since the far-reaching changes to family law in 1975 and the creation of the Family Court, a body of evidence has accumulated of serious problems in the proceedings of the Court, declining marital conduct and the deteriorating status of marriage. The divorce rate has tripled, age at marriage has risen by an average of seven years for men and women, and fertility has halved within a generation. Almost one child in three today is separated from one of its natural parents – most often the father. Correlation is not proof of causal connection. But it is likely that the change in legal rules and administration is among the factors leading to the instability of marriage and retreat from it.
In an important sense, the problems with the Court that Hirst identifies are subsidiary to a more fundamental issue that is central to what is wrong with family law and the decline of marriage. It is the source of multiple injustices that include, but go beyond, those of custody arrangements and false charges of abuse of children. Towards the end of his essay, Hirst acknowledges this. He expresses concern about the “no-fault” principle governing divorce since 1975 and gives an illustration of some of its perverse consequences. To understand fully the implications and deficiencies of “no-fault”, we need to think again about what marriage means and what is required to ensure justice in divorce.
An application for divorce used to require proof of serious misconduct (“fault” – such as adultery, desertion, habitual intoxication, abuse, etc.) in a marriage before the divorce could be allowed. The reason for this requirement was that serious misconduct in a marriage went to the heart of what marriage was about. It was a breach of the good faith and “cherishing” so important to the expectations of the parties to a marriage. But marital misconduct disappeared completely as a legal category in divorce in 1975 and henceforth all that was required for divorce was “irretrievable breakdown” demonstrated by one year’s separation of the spouses. Needless to say, serious misconduct did not disappear as a reality in many marriages; nor as a burning issue in the minds of its casualties, albeit one that could no longer be raised in divorce proceedings and settlements.
Family law is the business of the federal parliament, and marriage and family life are nothing if not rule-governed institutions under law. As common sense would suggest, and as Hirst has shown in his examples, if the rules governing marriage are inadequate or poorly formed, or if sound rules are not enforced, marital conduct and family life will be adversely affected. The purpose of social rules, both informal and legal, is to shape conduct in conformity with accepted moral principles. In most societies, marriage, with its “vows” and rules governing marital conduct, serves (or used to serve) two fundamental objectives of social importance and individual value. They are: to confer benefit to the spouses by promoting life-long heterosexual companionship, mutual good faith and mutual care between wife and husband; and to protect the welfare of any children through the enduring partnership of their biological parents.
Given these objectives, breach of the rules of conduct in marriage should not be irrelevant to a court considering an application for divorce. If this is not the case, and it becomes the rule that serious misconduct within marriage will be of no account to the terms of ending a marriage, conduct during the marriage is less likely to fulfil the compact that is the purpose of the marriage. This will steadily destroy the status of marriage as a special, rule-protected, life-long commitment, and imperil the welfare of the partners and their children. It will come to be seen (and, indeed, is now seen) as an enterprise full of hazards and disappointments – some of which Hirst has revealed. Conversely, if the law takes notice of serious misconduct by signalling to potential perpetrators that they may be required to mitigate the damage done to the legitimate marital expectations of their spouses, an incentive is created for better conduct and better marriages.
The law, in short, can be an educative and morality-upholding force, no less in the compact of marriage than in other civil and commercial relationships intended to achieve mutually beneficial ends. In such formal contracts, a breaching party is expected by the law to limit as far as possible the damaging consequences to the other party whose way of life and fortune may depend upon performance of the contract. This should be no less the case in marriage, which is, for the great majority of women and men, the most important compact and the most serious investment they will ever make. If it comes to dissolution, the case for just treatment of the parties is unanswerable.
Unlike other “contracts”, a marriage can be unilaterally and opportunistically ended at will by one party simply leaving the family home for a year and applying for a divorce that cannot be refused. The winding-up of the marriage and the settlement will be completely uninfluenced by the conduct of the party who has unilaterally “breached” unless the behaviour is shown to be relevant to the question of custody and “the best interests” of the children. Otherwise, marital conduct cannot be an issue. In short, faithful and conscientious investment in a marriage and the legitimate expectations of a spouse can be destroyed unilaterally and family law will take no notice of the damage inflicted – not even a finding that the spouse has been ill-used. Serious misconduct is a common marital reality but legally irrelevant and without legal consequence.
To suggest that serious misconduct should be relevant does not mean that we should return to the pre-1975 situation where fault had to be proved in order to get a divorce. It is possible to fashion legal and just remedies for the two critical problems of no-fault divorce – the failure to acknowledge the reality and consequences of serious marital misconduct; and unilateralism – while retaining the essentials of the present system of divorce after one year’s separation.
The issue of opportunistic unilateralism could be overcome by requiring that formal divorce proceedings after one year’s separation must begin with a consensual application by the parties and include agreed terms of settlement. But if consensus fails to be achieved, an application can be made by only one party on the understanding that this will trigger a Court inquiry into the reasons for absence of consensus and the breakdown of the marriage. In either case, whatever the finding if a Court inquiry is involved, the outcome would be divorce after the usual one-year separation. It may be that, as a result of the Court inquiry following a single, non-consensual application, a settlement will be ordered mitigating the losses of a spouse who has been shown to have suffered damage as a result of the serious misconduct of the other spouse. Conversely, the Court may find that serious misconduct is not an issue and allow the divorce to proceed on the basis of the application by only one party; with either a consensual settlement if that is possible or, failing that, one ordered by the Court.
The purpose in retaining recourse to a single, non-consensual application is twofold: to safeguard exit from a failed marriage by either spouse if a consensual settlement is impossible; and to provide an opportunity for a claim of serious misconduct to be aired and judged. Submitting a single application triggering a Court inquiry would therefore be a serious step. If submitted for mischievous or deceitful motives, or if false claims were made, a penalty might be incurred.
The obligation to forge a consensual divorce will take place in the shadow of a possible Court inquiry if agreement is not achieved. This creates a strong incentive for a couple in trouble, or an unhappy spouse, or perhaps an otherwise opportunistic and selfish spouse, to search for a settlement that will meet the wishes of both parties. This means that each spouse, before an application is submitted, will be forced seriously to confront the costs and benefits of staying together against the costs and benefits of divorcing, and for each to better appreciate the effects of divorce upon the other, and any children. If one spouse is more keen than the other to get out of the marriage, he or she will have an incentive to offer terms of settlement attractive to the other spouse which the offering spouse is nevertheless willing to bear in order to divorce. In other words, neither spouse is subject to the will or whim of the other. Each is in a position of formal equality with the other to bargain for an outcome acceptable to both; and the outcome would be either a decision to stay together, or forge a consensual application, or submit a single application triggering an inquiry. If children are involved, questions of custody would be part of the bargaining about the settlement and here, too, an outcome acceptable to both would be much more likely. Such a situation mimics what happens every day in negotiations to end a troubled or breached commercial contract. The parties can reach a mutually acceptable, and therefore just, adjustment, or appeal to the Court to deliver justice and possibly mitigation to the party demonstrated to be most damaged by the breach.
These ideas have been misunderstood by some as “re-introducing fault-based divorce”, which of course it is not. For the great majority of divorces, fault would not arise as a legal issue. Perhaps more than now, divorce would be by mutual agreement, thus implying a fair break, and with the bonus that we could be more confident that a party has not been unwillingly and unilaterally deserted without a say, or intimidated by a stronger partner. Divorce after one year’s separation would still apply. Even if fault has in fact occurred, this system would give an aggrieved party the opportunity of pursuing mollification by negotiation with his or her spouse without it being raised as a Court issue.
In the pre-1975 divorce regime, only a fraction (about 10 per cent) of divorces were contested in Court under a system which (unlike what I am proposing) required that fault must either be admitted to the Court or proved by Court contest before a divorce would be approved. In what is proposed here, where proof of fault is not a necessary condition of getting a divorce, the fraction of divorces in which a fault claim might be raised would likely be miniscule. The mere presence of the opportunity is what matters, even if it is rarely used.
At the end of his essay John Hirst says: “I cannot see the way by which the Court can be rescued. Until there is fundamental change, it will continue to give offence. The Family Court is a monstrosity, a court of law that cannot by its no-fault charter be a court of justice.”
What is proposed here would be complementary to, and extend, Hirst’s proposed reforms. It would take the cause of matrimonial justice a step further towards empowering both spouses and confronting the fatal illusion of “no fault”. It opens up a path to fairer negotiation between spouses about ending, after the present one-year separation, a marriage that is no longer tolerable to one or both. In the process of negotiating an agreed settlement, everything is on the table. In the background, supporting good faith and fairness in bargaining a way out of a marriage, is the ultimate protection of a right to petition a Court inquiry. Where serious misconduct, or “fault”, is a real and vital issue to one or both parties, there is an avenue for bringing it before a court of justice and seeking from it a just finding and resolution. With mutual empowerment and negotiation, and a court required to judge serious misconduct if necessary, we would have all the ingredients for finding the best way out of failed marriages. Children would be beneficiaries and spouses would feel that their concerns have been acknowledged and dealt with as fairly as possible. We should expect, and demand, no less than this. Until we get it, marriage and family life will continue to decline and all will suffer, one way or another, from its disarray.
Barry Maley
“KANGAROO COURT”
Correspondence
We feel compelled to respond to the inaccurate claims about violence and family law made by John Hirst in the most recent edition of Quarterly Essay. The evidence relating to the practice, procedures and outcomes of Family Court hearings is vastly divergent from Hirst’s assertions and claims.
First, women and children do not routinely make up allegations about child abuse or domestic violence, and the court does not routinely deprive men of contact with their children without credible evidence. The vast majority of the allegations are heartfelt pleas for protection from genuine experiences of violence and abuse. Secondly, and of most concern to us, the myths that this essay perpetuates endanger women and children who are victims of domestic violence. These two points are supported by extensive contemporary research. This response explores just some of that research and evidence.
Given the levels of child abuse in the general community, one would expect a significant portion of Family Court cases to involve allegations of abuse, but in fact such allegations are relatively rare. The evidence from all four Australian studies on this issue shows that among those allegations actually raised in court, “false” allegations are rare and they are made by fathers and mothers at equal rates. Residence and contact disputes involving allegations of child abuse represent 5 to 7 per cent of all disputes in children’s matters before the Family Court of Australia, according to a study of disputes in 1995–96. In another Western Australian study of all cases in 1993 where children’s residence or parental contact were in dispute, only 1 to 2 per cent involved allegations of child abuse. Cases in which child abuse or domestic violence are alleged without foundation do occur. Hirst provides detailed anecdotes regarding individual cases fitting this bill, but he neglects the wider evidence that such cases are rare. Allegations of child abuse rarely result in the denial of parental contact.
It is simply false to claim, as Hirst does, that women routinely, arbitrarily and maliciously use allegations of violence to deny men contact with their children. His claim that it is quite clear that women are keeping children away from their fathers is not, and cannot be, supported by evidence. No credible research in Australia or elsewhere has demonstrated anything of the sort. To the contrary, many women go to great lengths to encourage and maintain father–child contact, even when their own personal safety is at risk.
On all the available evidence, the Australian Family Court does not pander to the whims of women, to the deliberate or even unintended detriment of fathers. In fact the converse is more accurate. The inherent problems in demonstrating to a court’s satisfaction that violence and abuse exist are legion. The standards of evidence employed by the Family Court deter mothers from raising the issue with their own lawyers, or in court. Women report being pressured into arrangements they don’t believe provide for the safety of their children in order to satisfy the Court’s need for “reasonableness”. Even where the Court accepts that violence has occurred, it still may award contact between children and the father on the dangerous assumption that a violent father is better than no father at all.
The Family Court already makes decisions that compromise the “best interests of the child”; facilitation of contact is often given priority over safety concerns. The regressive changes to family law advocated by Hirst can only make this situation worse. The federal government’s proposed family law reforms recommend that where allegations of abuse are not able to be substantiated, residency may be awarded to the other party and costs will go against the party raising the allegations. This will further deter women from speaking out about violence and deny them opportunities to protect their children.
The best interests of children must begin from a position of safety. Any right to contact must not override the right of a child to be safe from abuse, or from witnessing violence against their mother. When Jayson Dalton applied for interim custody of his two young children, Justice Jordan of the Family Court said, “You’ve told me that he’s been violent to his wife, but you haven’t really told me … He’s been a hard father, OK, but he hasn’t really been violent to his children. They stay with him until she is well.” (Liz Jackson, “Losing the Children”, Four Corners, August 2004). There were at least two domestic violence orders against Jayson. Within two months he had killed his children.
Hirst’s assertion that it is non-biological fathers who are violent or abusive to children is incorrect. Research, nationally and internationally, consistently identifies the biological father as the most likely offender in intra-familial sexual abuse. There have been many other child-murder cases, both in Australia and internationally, where children have been murdered by their (predominantly) biological fathers after a court failed to recognise the violence against their mothers as a relevant factor in determining contact arrangements. In many of the cases where the children were murdered, there was no violence directed at the children prior to separation or residency and contact negotiations, but substantial evidence of a history of violence used by their father against their mother.
While Hirst acknowledges that parents who have used violence towards children should be prevented from gaining “access” to them, he repeatedly discounts the rate, level and impact of violence within families. Ample research demonstrates that witnessing violence by one parent against another has lifelong impacts on children’s health and wellbeing. Research also shows that the parenting style of fathers who use violence or abuse against their partners can be harmful, as these fathers tend to be more authoritarian, inconsistent and critical towards their children. There is no recognition of this in Hirst’s discussion.
“Kangaroo Court” is not supported by evidence. It contributes to myths that already harm families; myths that gain credibility and durability by constant reiteration. The wide coverage of these assertions (nationwide press and radio coverage, etc.) means that Hirst’s message will have reached into the homes of many of the women and children whose rights and safety he so blithely denigrates, contributing to a perception that the community does not take seriously the experience of violence and abuse.
Hirst minimises the effects and extent of violence, and advocates for retrograde and punitive procedures – for example that makers of ‘malicious allegations’ should be charged with perjury – which reflect precisely those behaviours – for example the threat of heavy-handedness – shown to exacerbate violence, abuse and relationship breakdown.
Furthermore, his essay reinforces a populist discourse broadcast by fathers’ rights groups that denies the rights of children and women and feeds into irresponsible chatter about maligned fathers and myths about vindictive mothers. His claims are wrong: not supported by the evidence and based on anecdote rather than analysis.
Liz Olle, Allie Bailey, Mandy McKenzie and Margot Scott, Domestic Violence and Incest Resource Centre (Vic.); Dr Michael Flood, Australian Research Centre in Sex, Health and Society, La Trobe University; Dr S. Caroline Taylor, University of Ballarat, Research Fellow; Julia Tolmie, University of Auckland, Senior Lecturer in Law; Danny Blay, “No To Violence”, the Male Family Violence Prevention Association, Manager; Marg D’Arcy, Centre against Sexual Assault, Royal Women’s Hospital, Victoria, Program Manager
“KANGAROO COURT”
Correspondence
The Family Court has been dogged by controversy from the time of its inception to the present day; it had a controversial birth and as it turns thirty in 2005, it remains the most contentious court in the country. This is not really surprising; established through the efforts initially of the late Lionel Murphy, himself a controversial figure, the Court touches the heart of the nation. It is the Court that “ordinary” people are most likely to end up in. (It is said that the distinction between the criminal courts and family courts is that in criminal courts one sees the worst people acting at their best, and in the family courts the best people acting at their worst.)
This is at the heart of the problem in the family law jurisdiction today. If it were possible to legislate that people should always behave reasonably, or with their children’s (or former partner’s) best interests at the forefront, there would be no need for the family law system at all.
But that doesn’t happen and it is necessary for society to regulate the separation of couples, of families, when the people involved are least amenable to regulation. It can be overlooked in the debate about the “Family Court” that each of the parties comes to the system with his or her own background, broken dreams, new aspirations. It is enormously difficult to provide much satisfaction in any case; the best the system can do is to provide a decision.
John Hirst’s essay “Kangaroo Court” makes many valid and poignant points about the lives of the people that are affected as they work themselves, or are worked, through the family law system. In truth, once a person becomes a litigant in the Family Court, there are only two ways out … reach an agreement or have a stranger impose a decision. It is true that “reaching an agreement” is often, in reality, giving up, for reasons of a feeling of hopelessness, spiralling costs and total loss of control.
It should be recognised that the Family Court of Australia was established as a specialist court, with facilities, resources and expertise in the area of family law. At the time of its establishment and early development, and particularly during the time of the attorney-generalship of Lionel Bowen, the Court had extensive counselling facilities (one-half of its counselling was done with couples prior to any litigation), it had regular and frequent country circuits and it was staffed to a level that allowed a degree of continuity and expertise. Sadly, these conditions were eroded over time.
It should also be recognised that the Family Court, like the Federal Magistrates Court established in 2000, operates within the parameters of the Family Law Act. The Family Court is a statutory court, meaning that, unlike courts of common law or equity, it cannot embark on a general search for “truth” or even (sadly) “justice” but can only administer and interpret the law that has been provided by the legislature. “Kangaroo Court” misses or confuses that point occasionally. For example, it is not open to the Court to “enforce” its own orders in the sense that it could initiate some form of prosecution. There is no legislative mandate for that. Similarly, arguments about the reintroduction of “fault” as a concept must remain with the parliament, and not be used as stones to throw at the Court itself.
That said, it must be recognised that many litigants leaving the Family Court do so with a sense of not having been heard, of their own concerns and issues not having been relevant to the issues heard by the Court.
The Court (if it had one voice) would, I suspect, be proud that it espouses that the welfare of the child is paramount. As a society, we would also adopt that principle without question. But “Kangaroo Court” raises very valid questions about what this might involve. The Court HAS shown a reluctance to respond to complaints by non-resident parents about breaches of contact orders. It HAS regularly imposed meaningless sanctions on resident parents, even after Family Law Act reforms laid out a new and seemingly tougher emphasis on enforcement of parenting orders. It is true that the response of the Court is often, “What do you want me to do, send the mother to gaol?” or “If I fine her, should you pay more child support?” In truth, mostly, the fathers don’t want those things either, they just want to see their kids regularly, without the need to be “allowed” to see their own children. There is no procedure to bring enforcement of contact cases quickly before the Court (to comply with the Court’s rules means there is necessarily a delay of at least four weeks) and the procedure is document-heavy and therefore expensive. The penalties imposed are almost meaningless, almost all of the time. The suggestion that recognising “the welfare of the child” includes seriously supporting its own orders is a good one.
It is true, in my experience at least, that the Court does not react to perjury. “Truth” is difficult in this area of law as the things that litigants are trying to prove have more to do with intentions and attitudes than with objective facts. In 2003 there was a case in which a mother accused the father of raping her during a contact change-over period. The father denied the allegation and there was much written and oral evidence from the mother about the allegations. However, the mother did not know that the father had a tape-recording of the whole incident that demonstrated beyond any doubt that the mother’s allegations were fabricated. Notwithstanding this, the mother’s application for residence orders was successful and the judge recommended no action in respect of the false allegations. (As a postscript, the father, through his solicitor, referred the documents to the Commonwealth Director of Public Prosecutions who also declined to take any action.)
The Court’s easy acceptance of the frailties of its witnesses has led it to a position where there is not even a culture of truth, and therefore no concern when truth is absent.
The Child Support Agency, it is said, is the government instrumentality about which most complaints are made. There is a perception in many of its users, both payers and payees in my experience, that it is the “ruthless and relentless” organisation described by “Kangaroo Court”. The Agency, like the Court, suffers from being the public face of the legislation that supports it. If the legislation is cumbersome, confusing and inflexible, then it is likely that the Child Support Agency will exhibit the same attributes.
One of the most debated issues surrounding child support and contact issues concerns the fact that the legislation makes it clear that the two issues are not to be related. That is, the liability to pay child support continues to exist even where contact is not occurring. This is a major grievance with many litigants, who feel keenly that this is an unjust result. However, it is for the parliament to fix, not the courts or the Child Support Agency. There is a deeper issue involved, though, and that is whether the payer’s relationship with the child is supported, in the child’s mind, by these payments. I also think that it may be deeply satisfying in the long term for a non-resident parent to be able to say, “I didn’t let them take away my right to support my child” – although I acknowledge that this might be cold comfort in many cases.
Some judges, it should be said, have shown much mettle in recent years in preventing resident parents relocating when this would affect adversely the nonresident parent’s relationship with their child. The Court has also been such a regular supporter of the desirability of a child’s surname not being changed that those orders are now only rarely sought.
Improvements are always possible in the area of family law, and the need to re-consider where a child’s best interests actually lie is one of the most critical of these. The Court’s enforcement regime remains an unsolved problem at this time.
Justin Dowd
“KANGAROO COURT”
Correspondence
John Hirst introduces his Quarterly Essay by saying, “Until recently I knew only as much or as little about the Family Court as anyone who follows current affairs.” This becomes more and more evident as one reads his essay rather offensively titled “Kangaroo Court”.
To correct all of Hirst’s legal errors and misleading statements would make for dull reading. We will therefore restrict ourselves to just one matter: Hirst’s implication that women get it all when they separate while men just get pursued by the “ruthless and relentless” Child Support Agency. On the contrary, many resident parents and their children live in poverty after separation, and inaction by the Child Support Agency compounds this problem.
Australian Institute of Family Studies research shows that women are more likely to suffer financial disadvantage after divorce than men. Department of Family and Community Services data shows that 74 per cent of people entitled to child support (91 per cent of whom are women) raise their children on incomes below $20,000, with the average payment of child support being just $57.23 per week, while the average cost of raising just one child on an average income was calculated by the National Centre for Social and Economic Modeling as being $183 per week.
Far from the Child Support Agency being “ruthless and relentless” in its pursuit of child-support payments from non-resident parents, 41 per cent of resident parents receive no child support. In 2001 some $670 million had not been collected or passed on to children and $74 million was written off, not to be collected.
Individual anecdotes can be powerful but we don’t want to trade heart-rending stories (although we have many to tell) because we believe that public debate and law reform should be informed by proper research and empirical evidence.
Joanna Fletcher & Allyson Foster, Women’s Legal Service Victoria
“KANGAROO COURT”
Correspondence
“There’s no doubt injustice has been done to men. The classic situation is the good father who sees his children every day and then Bang! The couple separates, the court gives him every second weekend. To have a dear little child that you love and suddenly your contact to him is so restricted. It’s a basic cause for the anger so many men feel about the Family Court.”
The speaker is not one of the disgruntled litigants so blithely dismissed by our former chief justice, Alastair Nicholson. This is retiring Family Court judge Geoffrey Walsh, who wrote to me nine years ago, contemplating the mistaken direction taken by his court. He summed up the error as follows – “the woman has had all the power, the man almost none.” A mother with custody, he explained, was allowed to regulate access, live anywhere she liked, make decisions about day-to-day living and get a greater slice of the matrimonial cake. “More often than not that power is exercised unreasonably,” he observed.
In the past nine years little has changed. The injustice continues. It is good to have our complacency about this appalling state of affair shaken by John Hirst’s indignation. As an outsider, he investigates the Court and is blown away by discovering example after example of breathtaking disregard of men’s basic rights. He finds a court where vile accusations are made against men with impunity, where perjury has no consequences. A court where men have to pay and pay to try persuade the Court to enforce its own orders. A court which even allows a woman to rename her child if it suits her.
He rightly thunders over the sheer stupidity of a system that allows lawyers to score points by fighting over where children will live. “Settling disputes between parents over the care of children in an adversarial way is madness.” It is good to be reminded of the lunacy of it all.
But the solutions aren’t so easy. I have long been a vocal supporter of a rebut-table presumption of joint custody. But the argument that gives me pause is the risk that this could lead to more litigation – that even more couples would end up in court if joint custody was the starting point. Any solution that prompts even more couples to fight in court over their children has to be avoided.
A very strong argument can be made that more parents will end up sharing parenting more equitably after divorce if they can be forced to listen to their own children, or taught to understand their needs. All the research shows very clearly that most children express a clear desire to be with both parents – which does not necessarily mean split time but flexible arrangements built around the children’s needs rather than parental desires. When children’s views are properly heard, many parents do approach things more sensibly. That’s the essence of the approach the government is now backing, with the network of sixty-five new Family Relationship Centres, aimed at helping parents work out arrangements that are in their children’s interests. These centres would be based around child-focused mediation devoted to determining what children need in terms of care, which is very different from the classic mediation that involves a negotiator simply helping battle out agreements.
Hirst is wrong to dismiss this as nothing new. The proposed mediation is different from what used to be offered by the Family Court, which was rarely child-focused and often distinctly biased against men. The approach being proposed is one that has already been shown to be effective, even with some of the most difficult cases that have spent years in and out of court. Apart from the child-focused mediation, high-conflict parents would be referred to a child-inclusive program, involving experts working intensively with the entire family, which is custom-made for the more troubled families that presently end up in court.
We know this works. For some years now, the Family Court has been referring some of their most difficult cases to such programs and finding parents do actually shift ground. We’re not usually talking about huge changes but certainly less of a war zone, with parents far from friends but at least capable of reaching some arrangement with each other. And what’s just as important, the mediation provides somewhere parents can go back to if arrangements become unstuck and they need further help. There’s solid American research showing good quality mediation does result in fathers having more active and flexible long-term involvement in their children’s lives, a far better result than was achieved through court battles.
But Hirst is quite right in warning that people should not be allowed to use allegations of violence or abuse to avoid this more civilised and effective approach. While it is often claimed this mediation is inappropriate in cases where there has been violence, the centres like Unifam which have been using child-centred mediation with cases referred from the Court are well used to handling people where AVOs have been issued, often on both sides, and still achieve successful outcomes. What is needed in these cases is that after proper investigation the Family Court should determine whether the abuse or violence actually took place, impose real penalties where there have been false allegations, and then refer such cases back to these special mediation programs. Court orders do nothing to help these troubled families find a way to parent effectively after divorce – but these programs can help, even when violence or abuse has occurred.
It was also pleasing to see Hirst shoot holes in so-called research claiming only 9 per cent of allegations of abuse were false. The issue of false allegations regarding abuse and violence has received attention from numerous inquiries into the Court, all of which have concluded this is a very real problem. A woman claiming abuse or violence often gains a significant advantage in denying her partner contact with the children. It is most unfortunate there has been no response to recommendations made to dealing with this very serious issue which brings the Court into such disrepute.
But Hirst struggles in dealing with the complexities of the child-support system. He mentions that men on low incomes cannot afford to live decently and make a substantial contribution to his former household. “Either the government has to discourage divorce or bear more of its costs,” he suggests.
Well, the government is certainly working on discouraging divorce, which is why the new relationship centres are planned to include all sorts of counselling and referral services to try to shore up shaky marriages. And the government is already paying mightily for the costs of divorce. A staggering 40 per cent of payers are liable for only a token $5.00 a week payment due to their low incomes. According to the 2003 parliamentary committee report, Every Picture Tells a Story, the annual cost to the government of supporting separated families is over $2.7 billion a year. Most of the low-income families simply can’t afford the costs of running two households and it is the government which is paying the bill.
At present a government committee is in the process of investigating the current child-support formula, aiming to recommend changes based on the actual costs of children, and taking into account factors such as the costs of contact which were not properly acknowledged in the previous formula. The recommendations from that technical committee, which comprises most of the key players with expertise in the area, will address some of the glaring faults in the current system. For instance, currently there is a reduction in child support when children spend more than 109 nights with the contact parent. This creates a cliff effect with fathers being restricted to fortnightly access so mothers won’t lose money. Breaking this nexus is critical to encouraging more shared parenting.
John Hirst is right to applaud some of the changes taking place in the Family Court – notably the new inquisitorial approach currently being piloted. And the new Chief Justice certainly is a breath of fresh air. But there have always been some judges free of the anti-male bias that afflicts many of their colleagues, judges who do play it straight down the line. Some show real determination to shake up the Court’s appalling record on enforcement of contact orders by imposing real penalties for breaches – a very welcome change. Yet this still means a visit to Court is a lottery, with men rarely the winners. That’s why other solutions must be found. Let’s leave the Family Court to the kangaroos … and seek answers elsewhere.
Bettina Arndt
“KANGAROO COURT”
Correspondence
It is not my intention to reply in detail to the polemic written by John Hirst on the Family Court of Australia. It is so riddled with factual inaccuracies, misunderstandings of the law and the Australian court system, and so affected by actual bias and prejudice, that it is not worthy of a detailed reply to the whole of it.
It is also a debate upon grounds chosen by himself, in relation to which he appears to have made little attempt to check the accuracy of his assertions. I am quite happy to let my record as Chief Justice of the Family Court of Australia speak for itself without seeking to defend it from an attack such as this.
I do however propose to take up several matters that he raised which are of public interest and have a particular bearing on the Court’s handling of issues that affect children.
The enforcement of contact orders
I think it important to discuss the enforcement of contact orders, if only to clarify and highlight some of the difficulties that do arise in the enforcement of contact orders, not only in this country but in all countries where a family jurisdiction exists, difficulties which have largely escaped Hirst.
Hirst asserts that the “disobeying of a court order is known as a contempt of court and is the offence that threatens the foundations of our society. We are governed by the rule of law and once courts have settled the law, it has to be obeyed by governments and citizens alike. To ensure that these orders are obeyed, courts have large, discretionary powers to fine and imprison those who defy them. Though it was to be a court of a new sort, the Family Court has been equipped with these powers.”
This passage confuses two concepts, namely the role of courts in stating the law and their role in making orders. It also elevates court orders to a position that they have never occupied by suggesting that a breach of them threatens the foundations of our society. Many court orders, including most Family Court orders, are made by consent in terms drafted by the parties or their lawyers. Very often they contain unenforceable sections or their application covers situations that the parties never envisaged. In many cases circumstances have radically changed between the time of the making of the order and its proposed enforcement. To ascribe to them the force and status that Hirst seeks to do is misleading and wrong.
The fact is that the courts have and must have powers to enforce their orders. However this has always been a discretionary power that the court is not obliged to enforce if it considers that the particular circumstances do not require it. It also has a further discretion as to the type of enforcement or sanction, if any, that will be applied.
The Family Court, like all other courts, routinely does make orders for enforcement of orders. For example, orders for the payment of money, the transfer of property or directing that a child reside with a particular person are frequently made and where necessary enforced, usually without difficulty. Similarly, injunctions restraining a person from doing a certain act or more rarely requiring that something positive be done are frequently made and enforced. The situation in these cases is not very different from other civil courts. Like all other civil courts the Court does not of its own initiative enforce orders and enforcement only occurs at the instance of the person seeking to enforce the order.
The position of contact orders is somewhat different. Of course most people do comply with these orders and the more sensible agree to de facto modifications as time goes by to suit changing circumstances. The Court when called upon to do so enforces these orders also, but often that process is not as simple as Hirst attempts to portray.
An ordinary court order made by a civil court such as a Supreme Court usually arises out of a finding of a court as to the commission of a wrongful act by the defendant which the order seeks to redress. It is normally directed against a person who has been directly involved in the commission of the wrongful act or who has received property as a result of it. Often the order is made by default, but it may also follow the court having made a final adjudication as to the dispute, which is embodied in the order.
By contrast, a Family Court order for contact is not the result of the commission of a civil wrong. The parents of the child or children concerned have simply separated, and where they are unable to agree the Court is called upon to adjudicate as to the parent with whom the child should reside (if that is in dispute) and more commonly the amount and nature of the contact that should take place between the non-resident parent and the child. Before the Court is called upon to make that decision, there will have been an exhaustive attempt to mediate the dispute, which usually results in the making of consent orders.
A very distinctive feature of contact orders is that their primary effect is upon a person who is not only not party to the dispute, but has no voice in its resolution, namely the child (or children) concerned.
The orders, as Hirst concedes, are intended to operate over a lengthy period. This in itself gives rise to particular problems. Even if the initial arrangement between the parents is satisfactory to themselves and the child, other factors may quickly intervene such as re-partnering by one or both parents, often to partners who have their own children, and geographical and employment changes. The needs and requirements of children change as they grow older and circumstances change and these are often not envisaged by the order.
Even in the absence of such factors, it must be remembered that the contact order by its very nature imposes very significant obligations, not only upon the resident parent but upon the child. By contrast, no obligation whatever is imposed upon the non-resident parent. They can choose to avail themselves of the order or not as they see fit. They are free to move away, even to another country, and they can arrive to exercise their rights of contact when it suits them. There is usually no obligation upon them even to be punctual.
The extent of interference with the lifestyle of the resident parent is not often appreciated. Effectively they are required to remain in the one place and to produce the child when required by the order. Further, they must do this regardless of the wishes of the child.
That approach may be defensible in relation to very young children, but as children become older they very often develop strong views as to whether they wish contact to proceed or not. They may have good reason for this. There may be difficult relationships with the non-resident parent’s new partner or siblings. They may have developed interests and activities that are seriously disrupted by the effect of the contact order. They may develop a very difficult relationship with the non-resident parent. The non-resident parent may be using contact entitlements as a means of controlling or punishing the resident parent. In worst-case scenarios, the non-resident parent may be physically, sexually or psychologically abusing one or more of the children.
It follows that the automatic enforcement of orders of this nature, as envisaged by Hirst, would be potentially disastrous. There are many instances where the making of the enforcement application highlights the unsuitability of the original order and the need to change it. Enforcement applications are frequently made for purely tactical reasons or with the intention to harass the other partner and put them to expense.
None of this means that contact orders need not be enforced in appropriate cases, but it does mean that the sort of simplistic approach advocated by Hirst concerning the enforcement of court orders is quite inappropriate. The child may be endangered by the enforcement of the orders, and the imprisonment or other punishment of the resident parent may not only be unjust but entirely counter-productive to the preservation of the relationship between the child and the non-resident parent.
The issue of enforcement of this type of order must be approached in the sensitive manner that I believe the Court has done.
In his essay, Hirst is highly critical of the Court for finding that as a matter of law, the right to contact is one of the child and not of the parent. That happens to represent the law as stated in the Family Law Act, but the reality is that he is tilting at a straw man in any case. The overall approach of the Court from its inception has favoured the preservation of contact with both parents and it is only in the rarest of cases that an order refusing contact is made. Indeed I think that a respectable argument could be mounted that the Court has been over-zealous in requiring contact, particularly in cases where there are serious allegations of violence or child abuse.
Hirst also suggests that despite the government’s legislation providing for a three-stage enforcement regime, the Court somehow refused to comply with it. If he had done his homework, which he failed to do in so many areas, he would have found that the Court welcomed this legislation but complained bitterly to government that it had introduced this legislation but had failed to fund the organisations designated to provide services under it. It seems that only now has the government belatedly recognised this problem in the context of the 2005 Budget. Following the introduction of this legislation, I received many complaints from judges and had the experience myself of being unable to find any organisation able or willing to provide the services envisaged by it, simply because they had not been funded by the government to do so.
The one area that does cause me concern in relation to enforcement is the matter of how to deal with cases where there is a persistent and unjustified defiance of court orders for contact. These cases are very few but are troublesome. As Hirst correctly points out, the responsibility for bringing enforcement proceedings lies with the person seeking to enforce the order. Given the legal aid policies of this and previous governments, this can impose an impossible financial burden upon some people. Hirst is critical of the Court for requiring strict proof of breach of orders, but in this regard it is simply following the practice of other courts and in my view rightly so, given that the penalties for breach can include imprisonment. However it does mean that when people attempt to enforce orders without legal advice, there are often technical deficiencies in their applications.
The Court has been aware of this problem for some time, as is evidenced by the fact that in its 1991 submissions to the McKiernan Committee it urged that the Director of Public Prosecutions or some other Commonwealth agency accept responsibility for the enforcement of persistent breach of court orders. Similar suggestions have been made since, without result. As I see it, this is the only solution to this problem. It would be contrary to the principles of independence of courts for it to act as a prosecutor, and it therefore seems that this represents the only real alternative, other than a significant relaxation of legal aid guidelines.
Allegations of child sexual abuse
A further area that is worthy of comment is the issue of handling allegations of child sexual abuse. Hirst demonstrates a considerable ignorance of the law and practice in this area and the effect of the decided cases. Much of his criticism of the Family Court in this area relates to the decision of the High Court of Australia in M and M, for which the Family Court bears no responsibility and the principles of which bind its decisions in this area. He suggests that the proper test should be that the Court should be satisfied that abuse has occurred before taking it into account as a factor in determining contact and residence issues.
Such a test would in my view provide a charter for the abuse of children and particularly the very young. While I took a slightly more restrictive view than that taken by the High Court in M and M, it is obvious that a court exercising family jurisdiction bears a heavy responsibility to protect children. In many cases, the age of the child and the circumstances alleged make it impossible for the court to make a definite finding that abuse has occurred. It is for this reason that there are very few successful prosecutions of abusers of very young children. On the other hand, the court may be left with a very firm view that it would be unsafe to leave the child in the care of the alleged abuser. In my view it would be unthinkable to do so in such circumstances. The detrimental effects of child sexual abuse on children are well documented and no child should be left at risk of being subjected to this treatment.
Hirst is correct in his assertion that the Court’s task in this area is rendered more difficult by the unsatisfactory nature of the investigations carried out by state and territory child welfare departments in relation to children who are the subject of family law proceedings. In effect it has been the approach of such departments to abandon the investigation to the Family Court, usually because of insufficient funding. At the same time the Court does not have an investigative arm. This is an unsatisfactory situation for both children and those accused of abusing them.
However it is also fair to say that the Court has been active in its attempts to overcome this problem, as the Magellan Project indicates. Its success has been very dependent upon the Court receiving the co-operation of the respective state and territory departments, which in the case of Victoria was forthcoming and very much contributed to the success of the project. Incidentally, like most of Hirst’s work, his account of the naming of the Magellan Project is mythical.
As Hirst points out, the Family Law Council has proposed the setting up of a federal agency to investigate these allegations. I should have thought that a better solution would be for the federal government to properly fund the relevant state and territory departments to carry out these functions.
In my view, however, contrary to the view expressed by Hirst, these difficulties have led the court to adopt what some might regard as an overly restrictive approach to child sexual abuse allegations, as is evidenced by the decisions of the Full Court of the Family Court in N and S and the Separate Representative (1996) FLC 92-655, Re W (2004) FLC 93-192 (which was an appeal from one of my own decisions at first instance) and V and V (unreported delivered 25 November 2004). These decisions suggest that the Court has (probably impermissibly) adopted a much more restrictive approach than that prescribed by the High Court in M and M.
I consider that far from making biased decisions against fathers accused of abuse, a case could be made that the Family Court has not been protective enough of children in these cases.
It is nonsense to suggest, as Hirst does, that the mere making of an allegation of sexual abuse leads to an assumption by the Court that it is correct. It is true that the Court Rules prescribe that where such an allegation is made that notice of it be given to the Court and to the other party. This is no more than the provision of procedural fairness and also enables the Court to discharge the mandatory statutory requirement on it to notify relevant state and territory departments of allegations of child abuse.
However, beyond this the Court takes no action on such allegations unless an application is made supported by evidence on oath to restrict or end contact. When that happens and the allegations are serious, the Court has little choice but to either suspend contact or provide that it be strictly supervised until the allegations can be properly tested. To do otherwise would be to place the children in question at serious risk.
It is here that the Magellan Project has proved its worth, for it involves the case being promptly referred to a judge who will co-ordinate appropriate investigations by the state or territory department or other experts and ensure that the allegations are dealt with speedily. It was found that this led to much earlier determination of these cases and fewer of them going to court. When they do go to trial, the allegations are fully tested.
At trial, the judge is of course bound to apply the principles set out by the High Court in M and M as further expounded by the Full Court in subsequent cases. If a change in the law is considered appropriate, the Australian Parliament has had every opportunity to make it since 1988 and has not done so.
However, I think that there are grave dangers to children in making the test more restrictive as Hirst urges.
In conclusion, I consider that Hirst does a grave disservice to Australians and particularly to Australian women and children. The attacks made are emotional, far from child-focused and contain a surprising degree of misogyny. It is more than time that the family law debate was returned to objective ground where arguments are based upon evidence rather than myth.
One would expect, at least, that any critique purporting to be academically founded, like Hirst’s, should emanate from someone whose research track record has at least touched upon the topic of family law in the past.
Alastair Nicholson
“KANGAROO COURT”
Correspondence
Nobody expected John Hirst’s “Kangaroo Court” to tell a sunny story. The roots of the Australian Family Court feed so deep in swamps of human malignity and spite, in conjugal hate and juvenile pain that many of its fruits are bound to be poisonous. The Family Court is said to be the source of more complaints made by citizens to members of parliament than any other subject.
From Hirst’s careful evidence I learned that this court drives litigants to suicide, does not enforce its own judgments, runs a poison-pen service, acts with heavy prejudice against male litigants (husbands), has allowed the proliferation of lawyers with their crippling bills of costs, inspires escalating perjuries, is a gross abuser of human rights and “is itself a child abuser”. It is a failing institution which embodies the core moral contradictions of our age.
Whew!
Hirst treats the history of the Family Court as a product largely of Alastair Nicholson, its chief justice of some sixteen years, now lately retired. Many have seen him in the same light as Hirst – as a judicial practitioner of wrong-headed self-righteousness – though it is rare for him to draw criticism from feminists. The former Chief Justice maintained his own steady course, undeflected by the cries of pain and dismay, and in the face even of legislative attempts to point Australia’s divorce law in a less destructive direction.
Hirst’s main objective did not require him to provide any more personal information about His Honour than the Quarterly Essay sets out. Yet many a reader may feel curious about what manner of man presided over the court which bulldozed such changes into the Australian landscape of marriage and family. Nicholson has forthrightly proclaimed his position, and resolutely defended it, not only from the bench, but also in the public forum. By many observers over the past sixteen years, he was seen as a rubicund and imperturbable judicial Mr Toad, motoring along with his exhaust on fire, as he waved gaily to the frantic crowds trying to warn him of his peril.
In fact, Alastair Nicholson enjoyed an unusual breadth of judicial experience, for he was for some six years a judge of the Supreme Court of Victoria, and held office also as a judge of the Federal Court. From 1987 to 1992 he was (presumably in a peacetime, part-time capacity) Judge Advocate General of the Australian Defence Force. Though he has left his Family Court behind, it seems unlikely that we will cease to hear the strong and undoubtedly sincere opinions of Alastair Nicholson.
Hirst’s story of the Family Court leaves its appalled reader suspended between tears and rage: the shattered lives, the ruined reputations, the bankruptcies that follow the legal bills, the enduring juvenile doubt and pain – surely all these might be made the stuff of drama, when they come to their next telling?
Not a sociologist, not a lawyer, not a psychologist, not a social worker, John Hirst is a historian, whom decency and conscience persuaded to make this long detour from his accustomed work. But the training and the habits of a historian have strengthened his arm. His ugly tale emerges from facts carefully assembled and tested; the links in his chain of logic are well-welded and firm; his language is shiningly lucid. (I found not one sentence that needed two readings to extract a meaning.) Although his censure is sharp, his telling is always civil and calm.
Hirst has not been one to waste time on the futile academic sterilities of “history wars” and the like. He gets on with it, and shows that historians, after all, can actually be useful. This scorching Quarterly Essay furnishes a model for undergraduates everywhere – how the job should be done. Is it too much to hope that some established historians may read this, and learn something?
Peter Ryan
“KANGAROO COURT”
Correspondence
John Hirst’s essay, though flawed by errors and by ill-concealed bias, raises some important issues about family law. There are three main components of Hirst’s essay: the invective, the case summaries and the proposals for law reform.
By invective, the sort of thing we have in mind is the use of “kangaroo court”, references to judges not caring about injustice, the court abusing children, and – most memorably – the suggestion that judges are like Nazis (because they followed the High Court’s ruling about the approach to be taken in child abuse cases – more of this later). While such comments may grab headline attention, they do little to advance debate on serious issues.
The second component is the case summaries, mainly the stories of three fathers, called in the essay Paul Walton, Graham Sweetland and Julian Aston. These histories form a considerable part of the basis for the discussion and proposals, so they need consideration.
Graham Sweetland
Graham Sweetland failed in his attempt to gain residence of a baby boy: the outcome of the case was that he had contact every second weekend and half school holidays. John Hirst seems to agree with Graham’s view that the Family Court will “treat him for a time as a pariah” and with his bitterness over the money he spent and “what happened to his reputation”. He refers to “the static of false allegations” and asks, “Who knows how much notice the court takes of allegations?” Certainly Hirst’s readers don’t, because we do not know what allegations were made at the trial, or whose evidence the Court accepted, or about either party’s ability to care for the child. It is not clear whether Hirst even asked Graham to see a copy of the judgment.
The chapter ends with Hirst saying how much better it will all be when the adversary system is replaced by the inquisitorial method, referring with approval to the Family Court’s Children’s Cases Project. We agree that these initiatives are promising. But even if they succeed in eliminating irrelevant material and streamlining the proceedings, the Court (or any decision-making body) will still have to deal with allegations relevant to children’s safety and wellbeing in the care of those competing to have the children live with them.
Paul Walton
After separation, Paul had an “argument” with one of his two daughters, after which his contact tailed off. Paul’s wife accused him of being “verbally abusive and physically intimidating”; and the children themselves wrote to say, “You are not our Dad and we don’t want anything to do with you.” After attempts to reestablish contact with the children Paul decided not to make an application to the courts. The only involvement of the Family Court is at the end when a counsellor helps the parties resolve a question about supplying school reports to Paul (who was “highly complimentary” about the Court’s counsellor).
Hirst seems to accept Paul’s view that this is an example of the “Parent Alienation Syndrome”. The reader cannot possibly know whether to agree, since we only have Paul’s side of the story, and much is omitted. We are told something about Paul’s feelings of impotence and distress at having the children “stolen” from him. But we never learn why, if Paul was the “primary parent”, the parties agreed that the children would live mostly with their mother. We are not told the nature of the “argument” that led to the visits tailing off. We never learn how Paul’s bipolar disorder affected his behaviour, or what was the “disturbing history about the difficulties over the years relevant to contact” that the wife’s solicitor wrote about.
Hirst seems content to rely on what others told Paul about the Family Court. For example, Paul’s doctor told him that medical records could be used selectively against him, and that legal aid would not assist. In fact, it is not possible for one side to put before the Court only restricted parts of medical reports: the Court would want to see the whole of each relevant report. As for legal aid, there seems no reason to think that if Paul passed the needs test he would not have got legal aid for a contact application, and in a case like this there would almost certainly be a separate legal representative for the children.
There are many cases where parents give up in the face of opposition to contact, and we could learn a lot from them and perhaps find ways of helping to maintain positive relationships between the parents themselves and the parents and their children. Unfortunately, Hirst’s account is too partisan to be a useful contribution on this subject. He can only see Paul’s point of view: not that of the wife, not that of the children.
The denigration of the Court becomes farcical at the end of this chapter, where Hirst says that this is “a standard Family Court procedure: the excluded parent indicates that they will abandon attempts to see the child in return for receiving news of them.” There is of course no such procedure. The court does not choose the terms on which parties negotiate, or the outcome of the negotiations. Here, the Court did the only thing it was asked, namely to help the parties resolve a question about school reports, the only issue they chose to raise. Paul’s story does not in any way support Hirst’s denigration of the Family Court or his proposals for law reform.
Julian Aston
Julian Aston’s story is a desperate saga involving a mother who persistently made false allegations of sexual abuse, avoided court orders and poisoned the child against the father over a six-year period of investigations and hearings by a range of courts and child welfare authorities. The courts consistently accepted the truth of the father’s evidence, and consistently disbelieved the mother, and found that the father had not abused the child and that there was no risk of abuse. Nevertheless, at the end of it all the father had lost contact with the daughter, and can only hope she seeks him out in years to come. It must have been a devastating and destructive experience for both father and daughter: a tragic outcome, and a horrible process.
Hirst’s conclusion is that the Family Court is “a child abuser”. A more accepted term for Hirst’s point is “systems abuse”, on which there is a large international literature. It is well known that tragically in some situations the interventions of child protection agencies, and various courts, can themselves make things worse for the child.
Identifying occurrences of systems abuse is important, and this case might well merit a thorough examination. Identifying the problem, of course, is easier than solving it. Nobody would say that all child abuse allegations should be disregarded; but as soon as one starts to investigate, there is the potential for the investigative processes to have an adverse impact. Hirst, with the benefit of hindsight, is critical of a number of decisions made in the course of this saga. He may be right. But his account underplays some of the difficulties.
For example, he seems to argue that after the first court finding favouring the father, all further allegations should have been dismissed “as coming from a totally unreliable source”. He is referring here to the mother. But it seems from his account that the child herself was making the allegations. By the end of the dreadful period, it had become apparent that there was no truth in them; but this may not have been so obvious in the earlier stages. Hirst seems to argue that any fresh allegation of sexual assault by the young child should have been disregarded, and not investigated at all. But that conclusion could only be responsibly reached by carefully considering the evidence that was available at the time.
Penalising breach of contact orders
Hirst correctly identifies an imbalance between enforcing child support and contact: those seeking to enforce child-support orders (mainly mothers) have the benefit of a public agency, while those seeking to enforce contact orders (mainly fathers) have to bring proceedings themselves. As legal aid is often not available for these cases, bringing numerous applications to deal with successive incidents can easily run up legal bills that the fathers cannot meet, and indeed may lead them to give up in despair, as it is difficult to succeed in these proceedings without legal representation. Courts cannot assist here: they can only adjudicate on applications, in this case applications by the contact parent to penalise the other parent for breach of the order. There may well be a need to allocate additional resources for the specific task of dealing with problems of non-compliance constructively at an early stage, treating the implementation of the Court’s orders as requiring a public response, rather than being a burden on the other parent.
In other respects, however, the discussion is less helpful. The argument seems to be that the Family Court should enforce its orders more vigorously. Hirst refers to the Court’s “poor record”, says the Court has not been concerned about upholding its authority, says that its orders are “a joke”, and so on. But despite the vehemence of these comments, it is difficult to identify just what Hirst proposes. He notes, without apparently disagreeing, that none of the various bodies that have conducted inquiries into the problem favoured “sharp punitive methods, that is, to lock up a few offenders in the hope that the rest would fall into line”.
Part of the difficulty may be that Hirst seems to believe, wrongly, that the courts treat the child’s best interests as paramount in these cases; in fact, the well-known “paramount consideration” principle has never applied to proceedings for penalties.1 The law requires the Court to weigh up in each case the often-competing considerations of upholding the court’s authority (by penalising breaches) and having regard to the child’s interests. If Hirst concedes that some such balancing process is appropriate, then his criticism would require him to show that the Court has got the balance wrong in particular cases, a task that would require a more thorough analysis than could be attempted in an essay of this kind.
Hirst’s colourfully expressed conclusion, that the Court does not care about maintaining the relationship between fathers and children, no doubt reflects the views of the men he spoke to, who were understandably frustrated at being separated from their children notwithstanding court orders for contact. But we think it is mistaken, because it underestimates the difficulties of fostering these relationships in the midst of family conflict, difficulties which have been the reason why the series of reviews and inquiries Hirst refers to have not led to recommendations, or legislation, creating a more punitive system.
There are, perhaps, three main problems. The first is that in many cases the fathers have been unable to establish that there has been a breach (perhaps a Contact Compliance Service would ease this problem). The second is that in some situations the penalty may cause the child to suffer: financial penalties may have an adverse impact on a low-income household, and imprisoning the mother might harm the child, especially if there are no other suitable people to care for the child while the mother is in prison. There is no doubt room for argument about how these factors should be balanced in each case: but to reach a conclusion, we would need to know all the facts.
The third problem is perhaps the most important of all. A breakdown in the children’s relationship with the father in these cases is a tragic outcome for the children, as well as deeply distressing for the fathers. But because of the complex dynamics of the relationships, penalties, even if initially successful in having the child physically transferred to the father for contact, may escalate the level of conflict and bitterness, and bring about a situation which damages, rather than improves, the father–child relationship, to the detriment of both. It is naive to suggest that taking a tougher line on defaulting mothers will necessarily have the desired result, as Hirst appears to do when he says that by not pressuring a mother who is uncooperative about contact, the Court “has left large numbers of children without an effective father”.
Hirst does not identify precisely what he would like the law to say, but it seems that he would want the Court to emphasise punishment of those who breach orders, if necessary at the expense of the children. But it is by no means clear that this approach would usually lead to better outcomes, either for the fathers or the children. The Court cannot transform people who are unreasonable and vindictive into responsible and reasonable adults. Its power to punish is a blunt weapon, which could do as much or more damage than it cures. Any chance there may have been of gradually building working relationships between the parents may well be shattered, and children caught up in the parental conflict may suffer great distress. Often a “least worst” solution is all that can be offered.
Obstructing contact ordered by the Court without a reasonable excuse is wrong, and it is easy to say that punishment is warranted. But preserving and enhancing a positive relationship between the father and the child in these situations can be acutely difficult, and often requires a far more subtle and understanding response. Enforcing contact in a situation where the parent or children suffer severe stress and anxiety is of little benefit to anyone. That is why the effort is made, through counselling, to help the parties to deal with each other civilly at the earliest possible opportunity, and to work out a solution to meet their needs. The best way to ensure effective involvement of both parents in the ongoing care of their children is to foster a working relationship between those parents (excluding cases where violence or other danger is involved).
When Hirst says it would be better for the Court to “work for a settlement which as far as possible kept both parents involved in the lives of their children”, he is echoing the Act, which gives parents the obligation to agree about the future parenting of their children after separation. The Act aims to encourage parents to take responsibility for parenting arrangements, to use the legal system as a last resort and to regard the best interests of their children as the paramount consideration. That is why counselling services are provided as part of the family law system.
One feature of the law, particularly in the recent reforms to which Hirst refers, is to ensure that the contact orders themselves can be re-examined. Perhaps there has developed an arbitrary formula of alternate weekends and half the holidays, and it can be very helpful to explore alternatives, especially if the parents and those advising them are able to think creatively about an arrangement that will help each parent in their future parenting roles. We are increasingly realising that in some situations, especially with skilled and sensitive assistance, the children themselves can contribute to finding a solution. The Court knows that it is far better for a solution to be worked out by the parties than to be dictated by a court order prescribing the times, places and dates for delivery and collection of children. Such orders impose a rigid legal framework on the pattern of family life, remote from the realities of unexpected change, and adjusted timetables which are the common experience of us all. Many responsible parents make flexible arrangements for sharing the future care of their children, arrangements which suit their particular needs and which can be varied readily as the situation changes.
Child sexual abuse
Another concern of Hirst is the denial or restriction of contact by a parent against whom allegations of sexual abuse have been made. He argues that the Family Court should make a definitive finding one way or the other about the allegations of abuse – the person accused must be judged guilty or innocent.
Even if this were a good idea, the Family Court could not do it. Its present approach is required by law: the Family Law Act, as interpreted by the High Court in the M and M case, which he discusses. If there is to be a change, it is necessary for parliament to amend the Act.
Should there be a change? Opinions will no doubt differ, and the High Court ruling has its critics. But we think Hirst underestimates the difficulties with his proposal. The High Court pointed out that there will be very many cases where the court cannot confidently make a finding that sexual abuse has taken place. “And there are strong practical family reasons why the court should refrain from making a positive finding that sexual abuse has taken place unless it is impelled by the particular circumstances to do so.” The Court’s task, it held, is to determine the magnitude of the risk: “the test is best expressed by saying that a court will not grant custody or contact to a parent if that custody or contact would expose the child to an unacceptable risk of sexual abuse.” The Family Court is bound by this High Court decision.
In these distressing cases the evidence is often ambiguous, the allegations strongly denied, and the experts divided or uncertain, both about whether the abuse has occurred and about what should be done (not all cases are like that of Julian Aston). In these proceedings, the Court is usually assisted by hearing from the child’s representative and independent experts such as child psychiatrists. In such cases judges sometimes conclude that the protection of the child against risk of abuse must prevail over the distress to the person against whom the allegations are made. Would Hirst want the courts to ignore such a risk in the many cases where the evidence does not permit a firm finding that abuse has taken place?
The distress of a father whose contact is restricted or denied in these circumstances is understandable, even tragic. But we do not think that this problem can be resolved by requiring the Court to order contact where it is satisfied that doing so would expose the child to an unacceptable risk of abuse. Such an adult-centred approach would displace proper concern for the child.
There is no space to deal with the passage at the end of this chapter, in which Hirst offers a “summary” of the Family Court’s approach. We simply note that this summary misrepresents the situation, and fails to address the crucial issue, namely what action the Court should take when the evidence leads to the conclusion that there is an unacceptable risk of abuse.
Other proposals
Another of Hirst’s proposals is that the law should recognise the legal right of a parent to see his or her children, unless likely to do them harm. In this, as in some other respects, he takes an adult-centred approach, whereas the Family Law Act is child-centred. It recognises not the rights of parents, but their shared duties and responsibilities, including the obligation to agree about future parenting. The Act also recognises the right of children to know and be cared for by both parents, and to have contact with both parents, unless this would be contrary to their best interests. The Family Court is required to consider the individual feelings, thoughts and wishes of the children, the nature of their relationship with each parent, and other factors, in determining their best interests. We cannot share Hirst’s desire to turn away from these matters and enforce a parental right regardless of the child’s best interests, excepting only the situation of likely harm.
Hirst would also like the law to be changed to relieve a parent of his child-support payments if court-ordered contact is denied. But this would lead to two wrongs instead of one: denial of contact ordered by the Court is wrong, and so is failure to pay child support. Withholding child support is not a valid means of enforcing contact, since children must still be fed, clothed and sheltered.
Another of Hirst’s proposals is that refusal of contact ordered by the Court should result in the transfer of custodial care, if the other parent is adequate to the task, regardless of the child’s wishes or feelings. We doubt that this formula would be likely to promote either successful contact, or stability and security in relationships, which children of broken relationships deserve. In this as in some other recommendations, Hirst argues for an adult-centred rather than a child-centred approach to family law.
Back to absolutism?
The key underlying theme of Hirst’s approach is that the “best interests of the child” principle should be replaced by a set of absolutist rules, which must be applied even if the Court believes the application of such rules would not be in the best interests of the child. For our part, we are not persuaded that Australia should abandon the principle that the best interests of children should be determined on a case-by-case basis. Children, who are too often the silent witnesses to the destructive behaviour of their parents, deserve better than a change that would take us back to the nineteenth century, and would, incidentally, be difficult to reconcile with Australia’s obligations under the international Convention on the Rights of the Child.
Elizabeth Evatt & Richard Chisholm
1. Section 70NJ; compare s 65E, applying the “paramount consideration” principle to parenting orders (residence, contact, etc).
BREACH OF TRUST
Response to Correspondence
For different reasons, Paul Kelly, Paul Bongiorno and Mungo MacCallum think I don’t understand Australian politics and that a disabling moral squint distorts my perception of the relations between morality and politics more generally.
Kelly rightly says that truthfulness or morally good intentions in politics will not redeem incompetence that causes much suffering, that in politics things are done that would not be permitted in private life, that in politics trust is tied irrevocably to outcomes, and that “political judgements … are imprecise and uncertain and often made in the face of uncertainty as to the facts and the truth”. These are the platitudes of elementary political literacy. In more than one place in my essay I indicate my agreement with them. But – it should be obvious – the fact that “political judgements … are imprecise and uncertain” does not mean that there is no such thing as culpably muddying the waters and that when it is done intentionally it often counts as mendacity. Nor does the “irrevocable” connection between trust and consequences obviate the need to distinguish believing that someone will deliver the goods because one trusts him from believing that he will merely because one has grounds (usually his track record) to predict it.
Kelly keeps saying that trust is a more complex notion than truthfulness, and it is, but neither in his column that I discuss in my essay, nor in his reply, does he (or Bongiorno who says rightly that there are degrees of trust) say anything that undermines my suggestion that the voters were not fooled when John Howard laid claim to their trust.
Kelly complains that I provide no evidence that Howard is “pervasively” and “systematically” mendacious. One reason I don’t provide evidence to support such a claim is that I don’t make it. The closest I come to it is in my opening paragraph when I say that Howard tried to distract the voters’ attention from mounting evidence that he had been systematically mendacious. At other times the phrases are attributed to others, real or imagined. I don’t want to make too much of this because in fact I believe that Howard was systematically mendacious, but it is not a small matter that I was careful to avoid saying it and that Kelly reads me too carelessly to notice.
Breach of Trust assumes that Howard was mendacious sufficiently often and on matters sufficiently important for people reasonably to believe that he should have been held to account more severely than he was by the electorate and by much of the media. I believe, though I do not say so, that he should have been voted out of office, but I am careful to acknowledge that nothing substantial can be inferred about the attitude to truth in politics, reconciliation, the refugees or the invasion of Iraq from the fact that so many people thought differently.
Kelly shows no corresponding caution in his verdict on those who argued that Howard should go because they believed that he had been pervasively mendacious about some of the most important matters of recent Australian politics. They expressed, he says, a “judgement devoid of any balance”. This then is the situation: Australians whom Kelly acknowledges to be influential and many in number deplore a government that administers a cruel detention policy which has left some children for years behind razor wire, watching adults go mad and suffering forms of mental illness themselves; a government that deliberately sows confusion about the relations between symbolic and practical reconciliation (delivering incidentally almost nothing on practical reconciliation); a government that takes the country to a war which no one could seriously call one of last resort, all the while recklessly muddying the waters about the reason why it went to war. You don’t have to agree with that description of the government, and, if you do, you don’t have to believe that it should have been voted out of office. But can you say that those who believed that it should have been show no balance in their political judgement? No balance at all because they are intoxicated by a politically stupid and dangerous moralism? Only if you have contempt for them.
I hoped that it would be evident to readers that Breach of Trust does not even try to provide evidence for its assumption about the nature and seriousness of the many forms of Howard’s mendacity. One kind of essay might have set out to provide such evidence. Another kind might have provided definitions of the different kinds of mendacity and arguments about which were permissible. My essay attempts, instead, to try to understand the kinds of importance that truth and truthfulness can have in politics. It did not seek to offer definitions or moral guidance, but sought instead to delineate the conceptual space in which we might understand more clearly what, often inchoately, informs our thoughts about politics. It focused on our thoughts about patriotism, on judgements about what should be included in a decent conception of the national interest and what we can do to protect it, on how one might understand the suspicion, voiced so often, that there is a deep and irreconcilable conflict between morality and politics, and how all this bears on our responses to the dangerous world we now live in.
Why, Kelly and Bongiorno ask, did so many people vote for Howard if he is so evidently the reprobate character I and others believe him to be? I don’t know (though of course I have read much of the speculation about this), but, as I said earlier, I see no reason to believe that they voted for him because they trusted him. I emphasised the degree to which Howard and many of his supporters in the intelligentsia have entangled what should not be controversial in a politically literate and decent community with what is properly controversial – entangling, for example, the wicked belief that it is justifiable to hold children behind razor wire as part of a deterrent to other asylum seekers with the many difficulties anyone will encounter when they think seriously about refugee and immigration policies.
In the case of Iraq, people were encouraged to believe that reasons – none of which would be morally sufficient in themselves to justify invasion – became morally sufficient when taken together. Sometimes reasons add up in that way, but it is not always so and seldom do a number of bad reasons add up to a good one. Part of my argument, developed more fully in my contribution to Why the War Was Wrong, concludes that you cannot just put together fears about Saddam’s alleged possession of weapons of mass destruction, the humanitarian case for his overthrow and the hopes for a reconstructed Middle East, and achieve sufficient a reason to go to war. To be sure the matter is arguable and decent people will disagree. But to acknowledge even that is to deprive the question of why so many voted for Howard of nearly all the rhetorical force with which Kelly, and to a lesser extent Bongiorno, tried to invest it.
Kelly and Bongiorno think that “the Australian people” (as Kelly calls them, presumably excluding moralists, absolutists and others who lack all political balance) knew that the real reason we went to war was not to disarm Saddam, whom they knew to be of no danger to us, but to strengthen our alliance with America. Kelly gives an elaborate account, unsupported by any evidence, of how the collective Australian mind reasoned about this. If he is right, most Australians who voted for Howard cared little for the fact that the reasons we went to war were not the reasons we were given and therefore cared little for the fact that in a democracy the reasons for which a government takes its citizens to war should be the reasons it has given them. (Kelly says, extraordinarily, that Howard merely “fudged” the fact that the real reason we went to war was “because of the US alliance”.) From Kelly’s perspective, this insouciance on the part of the electorate about the gap between what a government actually says, and what those who are possessed of sufficient political acumen can infer that it means, is a sign of realism and healthy scepticism. In a predecessor essay in Griffith Review, I wrote: “Howard’s cynical pact with the electorate – he is mendacious and much of the electorate lets it pass for so long as its material and security interests are satisfied – has undermined the possibility for Australians to celebrate lucidly the love of country that he so often professes to feel and to have promoted.” The first part of that comes close to Kelly’s assessment of how ordinary Australians responded to Howard’s changing reasons about why we invaded Iraq, though it judges that response differently. In Breach of Trust I repented of attributing such cynicism to the people who voted for Howard.
Kelly says that in the column he wrote for the Australian, he did not justify Howard’s mendacity (such as it was) about when he knew that no children had been thrown overboard. He was concerned, he says, only to place such mendacity in its historical context and to show that more often than not it arose from preceding failures of policy. But Kelly did not just say that people who thought Howard was more mendacious than other prime ministers were mistaken, and that they were naive if they thought that any prime minister would have acted differently from Howard (assuming Howard lied) on the eve of an election. Nor did he just urge them to be more attentive to the kinds of failures in policy that often tempted prime ministers to one or other form of mendacity. When he called them moralists, intending all that word’s pejorative connotations, implied they were absolutists about truth in politics and that they had yielded to the illusion that politics is a “morality contest”, he denied Howard’s critics the standards in whose light his mendacity could seriously be criticised. I’ll let readers judge how much that differs from a justification.
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It comes as no surprise that Mungo MacCallum offers different reasons for why Australians voted for Howard in such large numbers. Clearly he exaggerates when he says that “Howard’s actions makes it clear that … the acquisition and retention of power transcend all ethical considerations” because for him, as for many politicians, “l’état est moi.” But the essence of his point, as I understand it, is that when politicians radically identify the national interest with their own interest in staying in office, then certain kinds of moral judgements lapse because concepts – particularly those that depend on the attribution of particular intentions – cease to apply. If, as he puts it, a leader comes to think that he is the state, then we must judge him differently from someone who pursues power, perhaps ruthlessly, but for reasons other than his own advancement. When I described the people of central Victoria, as I knew them in the ’50s, I suggested that they had a worldly but entirely uncorrupted conception of the pleasure that it is legitimate to take in the exercise of power, but that they also knew well enough how often power “goes to one’s head”. It’s an interesting phrase and expresses a thought different from the thought that power often corrupts, because it implies that one has, in one of the many ways it is possible to do so, lost contact with reality. Some of this I tried to capture when I said that for a time New Labour’s sophisticated spin made it difficult for the British to see the ground onto which they could plant their feet and from where they could soberly judge their government. I also alluded briefly to the ways in which the members of the Christian triumvirate had, in their different ways, become victims of their own spin. That means we have to be careful in the ways we describe things, alert to the possibility that the concepts we are first inclined to use may no longer apply. But it does not mean that we must acknowledge a “new ethical reality”, not, at any rate, if that means that we are in need of new ethical concepts.
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It is a big fact about politics as we know it that policies are often judged retrospectively in the light of their consequences. Supporters of the war in Iraq are already imagining the historical narratives that will present the invasion as the beginning of the growth of democracies throughout the Middle East. If that happens, William Kristol and Robert Kagan, two leading American neo-conservative theorists, wrote (in an article reprinted in the Australian on 8 February), no one will deserve more credit than George W. Bush.
If democracy flourishes in Iraq, Kristol and Kagan are right to think that Bush will be given the credit for it. If he is denied it, it will not be because of serious moral reservations, but because there will be disputes about what consequences can be attributed to him and about how much he knew what he was doing. That is often how we read history. The people who were sacrificed are mostly forgotten. Whatever is to be said for adopting that perspective on our political history (people are increasingly resistant to it), we should not adopt it in the present, at the moments of deliberation and decision. If we do, we are likely to become intoxicated by the image of ourselves as actors in a grand historical narrative. Much more than military escapades in pursuit of financial objectives, political action that springs from such motives tends to be ruthlessly indifferent to its human costs. Why should doers of historical grand deeds, agents of massive geo-political change, stoop to count corpses?
This much should be taken on board by people who take morally seriously the idea that war should always be a last resort because each human life is infinitely precious: it is much more interesting and (as Nietzsche saw plainly and ruthlessly) much more invigorating to think of politics as grand historical action than it is to remind people (oneself very much included) of the human costs of such adventures. Indeed there is nothing interesting about the claim that the destruction of each life is the destruction of a miracle, nothing about it that excites the mind and, except in saints, little to impel one to action. That, I assume, is why, before the invasion and after, the reminder that through the agency of the coalition we had killed tens of thousands of Iraqis was treated, often with urbane condescension, as a tedious interruption of the excitement of geo-political action, and in the case of the intelligentsia, especially journalists, of endless geo-political speculation.
Grant therefore for the sake of argument that Bush invaded Iraq to liberate the Iraqis and to help them and others in the Middle East to establish democratic governments. These are noble ends. Many people recognised that even when they could not morally support the means to their achievement. (God only knows why Kelly describes many of them as having “marched for the moral cause of keeping the Iraqi people enslaved”!) Why, then, should anyone who believes the invasion of Iraq was unjust, aware from the beginning what its good consequences might be, now believe that the realisation of some of those consequences “help[s] the moral legitimacy of George Bush’s position”?
When people say, aggressively or triumphantly, to opponents of the war that they must remember that Saddam would still be in power if they had had their way, and that millions of Iraqis would not have had the opportunity to vote in the recent elections, they seem to want to deny opponents of the war the right to be glad of such good consequences. But why should we not hope fervently for a democratic Iraq and be joyful if it should come to pass? If that is all Kelly means when he says that for an opponent of the war, good consequences can “redeem” the injustice of it, then I have no quarrel with him. But I cannot see that it lessens the injustice of it, and for that reason I cannot see why people who believed it to be unjust but who are glad of its good consequences should have those consequences aggressively thrown in their faces.
Paul Bongiorno says, “Surely we have to accept the existence of a transnational phenomenon dedicated to the destruction of the Western culture of which we are a part.” Whatever one makes of that “surely”, as things stand it is (as the British Law Lords recently noticed) our responses to terrorism rather than terrorism that threatens the values we hold dear. Terrorists threaten only our lives. That of course is no small matter, but when Bongiorno suggests that my acknowledgement that politicians will always do evil when it is necessary for the defence of community should at least soften my hostility to the Christian triumvirate, he ignores entirely the significance of the distinction between the obligation on politicians to protect the lives of their citizens and the obligation on them to protect what I sometimes call the “very conditions of human communality”. Bongiorno appears to argue, in effect, that our participation in the invasion was a form of self-defence because it was intended to strengthen the alliance with America, an alliance that we need if we are to defend ourselves against “al-Qaeda and its fellow travellers”. Unholy alliances may be truly enough described as a form of self-defence, but I do not see how our participation in an unjust war becomes a just act of self-defence because we have done it to secure the protection of a powerful ally. Perhaps it is because he knows this is what anyone who stays within coo-ee of the traditional doctrine of just war will say, that Bongiorno believes we need a “different paradigm” to think about the war against terror. I take him to mean that we need to revise our beliefs in the light of radically new circumstances, or perhaps alter some fundamental moral concepts. But Bongiorno gives us no reason to believe this. Terrorism of the kind we are facing may be relatively new, but the problem it presents us with is very old: what are we prepared to do to protect ourselves and those who are dependent on us.
If politicians were to accept views such as mine, Kelly argues, they would be incapable of prosecuting the war on terror effectively. He thinks that partly because he seems, entirely without justification and indeed against the grain of my discussion, to take me for a kind of pacifist, and partly, perhaps, because he has noted my argument that a politician who refuses to torture for the sake of saving even the lives of thousands of his citizens has not failed in his distinctive political obligations. I know, of course, that he will not agree with that, and I readily acknowledge my argument for it to be the most controversial part of the essay. But my discussion of it and the distinctions that I draw to support it can hardly be described as the expression of a moral view that is simplistic in the extreme. Nor can the tone of it justly be described as one in which I betray my desire to impose a morality on politicians or anyone else. Even less can it support his claim that I fail to understand “the compact of democratic governance … [that] governments have a responsibility to govern and that often requires inflicting hurt upon people (higher taxes, lower benefits) that would be unacceptable in the moral relations between two individuals”.
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Natasha Cica expresses much of what I was trying to do in Breach of Trust when she elaborates the false disjunctions that are so often pressed on us in these coarsened days of cultural combat. After brooding for some time about why Kelly felt the need to remind me of the platitudes I enumerated earlier, about why he took me for some kind of pacifist, about why he believed that I wanted to “impose” on politicians moral views that are “simplistic in the extreme”, I was much heartened that neither she nor Alex Miller saw over-simplification in what I had written, nor did they find in its tone – in its many tones as Miller has rightly pointed out – a desire to impose moral positions on anyone. Focusing as he does on my discussion of torture, Miller sees clearly that I have no simple moral maxim (Kant’s or anyone else’s) which I use as a test for political conduct.
If I had, I would not have relied as much as I did on Primo Levi’s story from If This Is a Man, nor would I have developed my argument in such a personal form.
“I speak for myself,” I often remind my readers.
Miller asks profound questions about what we may learn about ourselves when we face honestly the reasons why we are now discussing whether the war on terror has given us grounds to approve limited forms of torture and therefore reason to modify the international law which prohibits torture in all circumstances. The argument is that when the chips are down, when we soberly contemplate the human cost of adhering to international law on the prohibition on torture, then we will realise that in our hearts we did not believe the prohibition should be exceptionless. This, I have claimed, is an argument we must reluctantly face. I am pessimistic about the outcome. After we have had our public debate, we will, I think, support torture, but I do not think this because I have a low opinion of human nature. Or perhaps more accurately, reasons that focus on the dark side of our nature are not the ones which I wanted to explore in my essay. The part of our tradition that could support an exceptionless ban on torture for other than prudential reasons has always been sublime, and humanity was perhaps at the best of times always “clinging in recollection to wonders it had seen” (to use Plato’s beautiful expression to describe the waxing and waning of a certain kind of moral sensibility) – wonders that had compelled some people to testify that all human beings are precious, that all evil-doers are owed the kind of respect that Kant called unconditional, and that no human being should be treated like filth.
Our estrangement from that part of our tradition is what makes me pessimistic about our capacity to resist the increasing pressures on us to consent to the torture of terrorists so that we and our children will be safe. Just as there have always been people who will say that war is always a filthy business in order to undermine the idea that standards of justice and respect for the enemy apply in even the fiercest war, so people are now saying that of course torture is always a terrible thing, but the world is a very imperfect place. Such people like pacifists because they can safely express their moral admiration for them and for their sincerity without feeling in the slightest challenged by them. When such people say that war or torture are terrible, they do not mean that they are morally terrible. They mean something deliberately vague because it enables them to undermine any clear sense of the distinction between what is psychologically traumatic and what is morally terrible – to undermine any clear sense of that distinction as it would inform strict standards of decency even when we are fighting desperately for our lives.
There are two kinds of points to be made about realism. One depends on an assessment of human nature, of what people are capable of and how events will turn out. One might be pessimistic about that while describing political conduct in terms of standards that are seldom met, or that have to some degree been forgotten, or which depends on concepts on which we have an ever-diminishing grasp. So much is conveyed in the idea that politicians are not a moral bunch, but the least interesting aspects of that idea focus on their personal failings or the moral failings of human beings generally. If, as Natasha Cica suggests, politicians now often lack character, then that is at least in part because the concept of character – and with it the concept of honour – plays such an inchoate role in modern life. That takes me to the second kind of point that one can make about realism.
Politics, the cliché goes, is the art of the possible, constrained by realities. But among “the possible” are moral possibilities, and among the constraining realities there are moral realities. Some possibilities are open only when one has a serious concept of a political vocation; some are open only when one thinks of the national interest as in part constituted by our interest in being just and in being able to love our country without shame; some are open only when one distinguishes a politician’s obligation to protect lives of citizens from her obligation to protect the conditions under which community may survive into the future, or when one does not set symbolic reconciliation in opposition to practical reconciliation.
But – and this is a big “but” and it leads me to enter a serious qualification on Cica’s development of what I had to say about character in politics – my interest was not primarily in the kind of character that is desirable in a politician. I wanted instead to delineate the conceptual space in which one could speak seriously of, among other things, political honour. And unlike Max Weber who was concerned in his classic essay “Politics as a Vocation” to draw a portrait of what kind of man could “lay his hands on the wheels of history”, I was more concerned to discuss what we, as citizens, could require of our governments as an exercise of their distinctive political responsibility, and what we should do to prevent love of country degenerating into jingoism. In this connection I wanted to argue that much of our sense of a conflict between morality and politics is informed by a sense that moral value does not necessarily override all other value for a morally serious person. I expressed this by saying that a politician must sometimes, understanding the obligations of her vocation, do what morally she must not do. To put it another way, politics is a realm sui generis. Acknowledgement of that informs the character of a politician’s responsiveness to the incommensurable imperatives of her vocation, and of our understanding of what we can expect and require of her.
It frightens me to write in this way about politics because I sometimes fear that in characterising a politician’s answerability to conflicting imperatives – one moral, the other political – as tragic, I will be seen to be justifying – perhaps encouraging – evil to be done. I have tried to do the opposite – to rescue this perception from romanticism of a kind found (in my judgement) in, for example, Albert Camus’s The Rebel and in some of the writings on just war of the modern American philosopher Michael Walzer.
To many it will sound like weaselling, I know, but I do not offer a justification for the evil that politicians must sometimes do. When someone says that she must do such and such, and the necessity she expresses is not physical, psychological or social compulsion but the expression of a value that goes deep in her, then she is not necessarily trying to justify what she says she must do. That is one of the important differences between “must” and “ought” in these contexts. Even in our most famous expression of such necessity, “Here I stand. I can do no other,” Luther was not then justifying what he was doing, though, of course, he would offer plenty of justifications for his condemnations of the Church, condemnations which informed his sense that he had to act as he did. A political leader who says she cannot do evil although the life of the community really is at stake (usually politicians do evil before that, of course – as we have done, if Kelly and Bongiorno are right to say that we invaded Iraq to increase the chances that America will defend us when we need it) may be criticised for failing as a politician, but that just means that she failed to rise to one of the conflicting and incommensurable imperative that claimed her. If she says that morally she cannot do the evil that her political vocation now requires of her even though that will place the community in mortal danger, she need not – if she is lucid, she will not – imply that she has come clear-sightedly to the realisation that morality has a greater claim, not just on her, but period.
Instead of offering a justification, I tried to characterise the nature of the values in which the political imperative is rooted. I tried to explain why obedience to it can be seen (again without an attempt to justify it) as an expression of loyalty, not just to this or that community, but to the conditions of communality. Why to the conditions of communality? Because politicians know that politics is essentially and distinctively committed to the future, to the survival into the future, not just of people, but of peoples. They are required to try to ensure that, as Hannah Arendt put it, “men, not man inhabit the earth,” to ensure, that is to say, the conditions for human plurality persist. But, as I said, it frightens me that even someone who does not see in this an attempt to justify the evil that politicians must sometimes do might instead see it in the seductive light of an ersatz sense of the tragic. Such a light fails to display the full terror of the dilemma politicians face if one horn of that dilemma is constituted for them by a full understanding of why it is better to suffer evil than to do it.
Natasha Cica directly, and Alex Miller more indirectly, speak of hope and of goodness. Miller says that he has always been reluctant to acknowledge the reality of evil. Many people don’t like the word “evil”. Understandably but mistakenly they take it to be the expression of moral simple-mindedness and of an unsavoury disposition to demonise wrong-doers. I take the concept seriously, as expressing a distinctive moral category, but one which we will distort unless we think of evil as properly visible to us only in the (often indirect) light of the good. To put the point more concretely: we have a serious use for the concept of evil only, I believe, when we have a sense of the inalienable preciousness of every human being, when, as I put it earlier, we look upon each life as a miracle. But that sense has been granted us, I think, not by abstract doctrine, theological or philosophical, but by what the love of saints has revealed to us about human beings. Charles’s behaviour, as Primo Levi recounts it, is an example of such love. There are many others. In many ways we in the West have tried to make the fruits of that love tractable to reason, and Kant’s formulation – that we must never treat another human being merely as a means to our ends but as an end in herself – is an example of such an attempt. Here is not the place for me to try to explain why I believe those attempts have failed, except to say that in failing to make such love and what it has taught us more tractable to reason, we have failed to provide just the kind of test that Kelly thinks I apply, and with it the kind of justification someone seeks when he asks: Which is justified – to follow the political or the moral imperative in cases of tragic conflict?
Be that as it may. The goodness that has been shown to us in the example of saintly men and women throughout our history is there for us to see, if we are directed to it. For that reason despair can never be a necessity for someone who clear-sightedly sees the terrible suffering and evil in the world. No one will ever be justified in saying, “How could anyone but a fool fail to see that this world is not worth living in, not worth our loyalty, not worth teaching our children to love?”
To develop that point further in response to Cica’s and Miller’s letters would require me to write another Quarterly Essay, longer perhaps than the one I have written. For that reason I have for the most part limited myself to the easier task of responding to my critics.
Raimond Gaita
BREACH OF TRUST
Correspondence
I felt heartened and enormously stimulated by Raimond Gaita’s words, as much by the extraordinary eloquence and clarity of the argument – which was beautiful to read, and which left me with a sense of a great humanistic and poetic sensibility behind the writing – as I was by the revolutionary nature of what I took to be the main point: namely, that we are, as a culture and therefore as individuals, being asked for the first time whether we are willing to consent to the use of torture, and therefore to become complicit in the practice of evil on our behalf, and that to consent even to a discussion of the pros and cons of such a proposition is already to accept an invitation to enter the arena of the damned.
Unless we are members of an extreme religious sect, we know ourselves to be part of an evil world and that good, such as it is, is not exclusive either to our own actions or those of our culture, but never before have we, as Gaita says, been openly asked to consider whether or not we should be party to something that we know to be evil. There are three possibilities: we say no, or we remain silent – in which case complicit – or we say yes and damn ourselves outright. And no doubt we qualify all these responses, even the firm no, and in doing so qualify the nature of our response.
When my friend Max Blatt told me it was not being tortured that broke his heart – he was tortured by Nazi experts for months and eventually thrown onto the street and left for dead – but the eventual realisation that his torturers were his brothers and that their roles may in other circumstances have been reversed, I didn’t question the validity of what he was saying. I still don’t. I respect his conclusion. I find it shocking, of course, but I believe it has been amply demonstrated that given the right conditions we are all capable of torturing our fellow human beings. People didn’t feel comfortable with Max’s conclusion at the time. Twenty years ago we all found it too shocking to imagine that Jews might themselves become the torturers, so Max was dismissed – as was usually the case with nearly everything he said – but now it is common knowledge that the Israeli forces torture prisoners – often they don’t even bother with an elaborate denial of it any more.
What is shocking is that torture has at last come out into the open among us under its own name. The Chinese used to call it re-education, the Russians brainwashing, and in America it has had any number of elegant names – Australians, of course (I speak ironically), don’t torture people, so we have no other name for it than torture. B. F. Skinner respectably imagined a landscape of human society beyond the, until then, sacred notions of individual freedom and dignity and condoned experiments in the name of psychology quite as extreme as torture. John Cowper Powys in his wonderful 1934 novel Weymouth Sands made vivisection, or live animal experimentation, the central evil in the world he created. We all know such things are torture for the victims, no matter what they are called by the people who justify their practice. And 3000 years ago Homer wrote a great book on the tragic futility of war and saw then that massacre and torture are commonplace in human societies. But what is it that has changed for us today that we are now calling torture by its real name and are no longer attempting to disguise it with some other, more seemingly respectable, word and are asking ourselves if after all it may be permissible among a civilised people?
Is it, as I think Raimond Gaita is saying, that our culture is on a slippery slope towards a condition of deep moral decay, even a kind of eventual spiritual demise, or is it that we have reached a point where it has become possible for us to acknowledge openly the awful truth about ourselves? I read Jacob Rosenberg’s profoundly moving new book, East of Time, about the Lodz ghetto, in proof last week and went for a long walk afterwards feeling depressed. It had convinced me (once again) of evil. Which will sound naive, but I have always resisted accepting the idea of evil and have often let myself forget that it exists. I need to be reminded. And certainly I have no experience of torture, either of being tortured myself or, I hope, of torturing someone or something other than myself. But I may have tortured, under another name no doubt. But in order to determine this we would have to ask the person or animal which had felt tortured by me. I’m not really capable of answering that question objectively. As when someone from overseas asks me if Australia is still racist, I say, “I don’t feel it, I’m part of the ruling culture, you will need to ask an Aborigine or a Chinese.”
Does the torturer have to know what he or she is doing by the name torture in order to be committing an evil act? Skinner’s students went on administering increasingly agonising electric shocks to their fellow students in the name of science even after some of the students had screamed and passed out a number of times. The torturers in that case saw themselves as members of a team engaged on a difficult and demanding behavioural experiment, without realising it was their own behaviour that was being scrutinised. Some people would say they had been brainwashed. But we are all brainwashed. We believe in our own realities. Can we say they were doing evil? Or being assiduous in the pursuit of truth? Jacob Rosenberg says truth is always sad. Our illusions concerning good and evil are deep and obscure and impossible to separate from the hypnotic realities of our situation; they are, I believe, subjective. We have to ask the other how we behave. That’s why it’s so easy, I believe, for us to judge the behaviour of others.
But the question, Will you do evil with me by letting me do evil in your name? is so direct. It is Miltonic and Dantesque and approximates the voice of the Satanic in our real public life. There is nowhere for us to hide from such a question. How can people even ask such things? What is the world coming to, for goodness’ sake? It is, as Gaita shockingly points out to us, so new, so unexpected, so direct, and its implications so profound that we really can’t see them all yet. It isn’t, I imagine, whether this question asked in such a way will actually increase the practice of torture, but that it will corrupt us in ways that we have not been corrupt before. I hope I’m not misreading Gaita in this. He has opened this discussion with such force that I’m sure I’m still confused about a lot of things. I feel very grateful to him for not offering us a simplified address, and for offering us the question in all its complexity, its endless ambiguities and deep variations of tone and areas of shadow and shadows of shadows, cast and reflected and uplit from other structures that could easily confuse the mind. Wonderful! I couldn’t help thinking of Plato’s cave and the play of shadows on the walls. And that he maintained through this a calm sense of clarity and order in his prose amazed me. It is what the best philosophers have always done: to speak to the non-professional with clarity about complex moral questions on which they themselves have yet to reach a final position. Plato, and in more recent time Georges Bataille.
Alex Miller
BREACH OF TRUST
Correspondence
Raimond Gaita does his own essay some disservice by calling it “abstract and discursive”. However described, Breach of Trust is worth the mental exercise. First, because in it Gaita gently explodes some false dichotomies that have a peculiar and unhealthy grip on contemporary Australia. Shared pride against collective shame; commerce against integrity; security against decency; love of country against common humanity; ordinary “battlers” (who do real work, and understand nation-building, bone-cracking mateship) against spoilt “elites” (who don’t, preferring divisive, effete chatter); patriots against un-Australians. Secondly, because the examples Gaita chooses to enliven his theory are provocative in our political context. His questions about terrorism and torture – laid like lines of salt on the weeping wounds of reconciliation, prolonged and cruel detention of asylum seekers, and the Iraq military intervention – revisit precisely the topics that the people most invested in those dichotomies wish would vanish forever. Breach of Trust reminds us that although today these subjects are largely swept under the carpet of mainstream Australian conversation, they are our nation’s unfinished business, and this has practical as well as moral implications for all of us.
The prognosis? Gaita asserts that we “have every reason to think things will get worse”, and “are suffering not just a decline in the standards of political behaviour but a serious illiteracy about the nature of politics”. He means a kind of moral illiteracy. Standards of literacy on this front have no necessary connection with social status and levels of formal education – even in the humanities, even in moral philosophy. This revisits an old point about Germans schooled in the finest nuances of Goethe and Rilke nonetheless delivering the Final Solution. The converse also deserves mention: that the so-called “Righteous Gentiles” of Europe, non-Jews who risked their lives in World War II to save their Jewish neighbours from the Holocaust, had nothing much in common in terms of whether and what they’d studied, or adherence to formal creeds or political manifestos. According to an Israeli I once met who’d interviewed Righteous Gentiles to find what made them tick, one thing they did have in common was the capacity to think critically and question the given order of things. They also had healthy self-esteem. They also remembered moral guidance from their youth; not along “discipline and punish” lines, but in terms of remembering some particular adult who had somehow enhanced their understanding of the consequences and potential of their own behaviour.
It may be no coincidence, then, that Gaita illustrates his meaning of moral literacy with exemplars from his own childhood. Native-born Australians in country Victoria in the 1950s; his Yugoslav-born Romanian father, a gifted blacksmith with four years of primary schooling; and his father’s closest friend, fellow immigrant and escapee from communism, Pantelimon Hora. In Romulus, My Father, Gaita gives a fuller account of what these people shared that was good, despite their differences:
[My father and Hora] were not proud in any sense that implies arrogance, and certainly not in any sense that implies they wanted respect for reasons other than their serious attempt to live decently. I have never known anyone who lived so passionately, as did these two friends, the belief that nothing matters so much in life as to live it decently. Nor have I known anyone so resistant and contemptuous, throughout their lives, of the external signs of status and prestige. They recognised this in each other, and it formed the basis of their deep and lifelong friendship. But I know from their disappointments that they longed for a community of honourable men and women who humbly, but without humbug, know their own worth and the worth of others.
Character – or karacter as they pronounced it, with the emphasis on the second syllable – was the central moral concept for my father and Hora. It stood for a settled disposition for which it was possible rightly to admire someone. The men and women in Baringhup and its surroundings in the ’50s respected character even when, rarely, they had little of it themselves. Honesty, loyalty, courage, charity (taken as a preparedness to help others in need) and a capacity for hard work were the virtues most prized by the men and women I knew then.
Romulus, My Father provides a deeper sense of what drives Gaita’s abiding attachment to the notion of common humanity, and his acute and clearly pained sense in Breach of Trust of the quality lacking in Australian political powerbrokers. The lack to which he points is one of due modesty as much as anything else. In that space, now, we have an oversupply of greedy tubthumpers and fraudsters of a range of political stripes, determinedly getting themselves ahead at any human cost. Karacter, of course, is not easily fooled by the spiv strata with their shiny costumes and fast numbers. It’s focused on what people can and do deliver in the longer, harder, leaner haul. It says you know no one until you’ve shared a bag of salt. Unfortunately, karacter is not a core criterion for pre-selection or promotion in public life. It should be.
Australia is in the throes of a bad democratic stumble. Not only because the dominant political culture rejects some of the virtues that prevailed in the 1950s among both immigrants and the native-born, but also because it revisits some of the vices of the time, and that also takes us backwards in terms of morality. As Gaita tells it in Romulus, My Father:
Those were the days before multiculturalism – immigrants were tolerated, but seldom accorded the respect they deserved. It occurred to few of the men and women of central Victoria that the foreigners in their midst might live their lives and judge their surroundings in the light of standards which were equal and sometimes superior to theirs. That is why it never seriously occurred to them to call my father by his name, Romulus. They called him Jack … For proud men such as [my father and Hora] were, the condescension of their neighbours must have rankled.
Multiculturalism did subsequently land in Australia, both as political fashion and as genuinely lived at a range of human coalfaces. But this lump of condescension and rankling described by Gaita never quite melted – it never quite does, not anywhere – and has regained bitter currency in the post-Keating era. A direct line can be drawn between the failure of the otherwise good men and woman of Baringhup to really “see” Romulus Gaita, and the contemporary Australian-of-many-generations who asks Romulus’s son, decades later when we should all know better, “Why don’t you and your fucking Jewish wife leave the country?”
Despite his family background, it’s far less likely Raimond Gaita, citizen of Australia, would have been on the receiving end of that kind of message if he’d kept his mouth shut about politics, morality and humanity. If instead, perhaps, he’d spent his working life in Australia selling European import leather lounges, or running a funky Balkan-Asian fusion restaurant, in some zone of affluence with cosmopolitan pretensions. Which points to the truth that cultural assimilation is just as much about the ideas and emotions you serve up at dinnertime as the presence of garlic and bok choy. It’s as much about what moves you, the angle at which you collide with what you find, as it is about bloodline and birthplace. Consider how Gaita writes in Breach of Trust of his father’s friend Hora:
Occasionally, however, his tone and demeanour expressed something different … Love of the goodness that he had read about, or seen in the people in his village in Romania, one of them his mother. Then tears sometimes came to his eyes. The way he was moved moved me and I learnt from it … He spoke spontaneously of what mattered to him more than anything … he believed, as Socrates did, that nothing was more important, “in youth or old age, than to discuss how one should live”.
One long evening in 2001 I was sitting at my desk in Parliament House in Canberra, where I was working for a federal member of parliament. The phone rang. It had been running hot all night, while a political melodrama unfolded minute by minute. This was Tampa time. Far away, hundreds of displaced people sat on the exposed deck of that big red ship awaiting their fate at the hands of our elected representatives. The caller was an elderly Australian. She was a Holocaust survivor from Vienna, now living in Ivanhoe, a well-heeled part of Melbourne. She wanted to talk about how the plight of those men, women and children was giving her nightmares, again, about what she’d lived through over half a century before. She wept. She wanted me to understand why what Australia was doing was so very wrong. I listened, then left the office. “What’s wrong with you?” asked a now-prominent Australian politician I met soon afterwards, seeing my face. Too clearly moved, I suppose, by the way my caller was moved, I recounted the conversation. “Serves her right for living in Ivanhoe,” came the snappy answer. I learnt a lot from that brief exchange. I’m fairly sure the politician in question has forgotten it.
Gaita’s moral economy has obvious roots in the material poverty of native-born Australians of the 1930s Depression era (some lessons of which have lingered longer in “backward” places like the country Victoria of Gaita’s childhood, and the semi-urban Tasmania of my own), and in the dislocation of refugees pushed from Europe by World War II. These cohorts are clumped together in my head as the Fowler’s Vacola generations, people whose survival has depended on knowing how to grow, sew, build, craft, conserve, save up and do without. With some lingering exceptions, their role as prime actors in Australian public life is effectively over. Too soon we’ll reach a stage of our national life when they disappear from our private lives as well. Which leaves us with their successors, homegrown urban and suburban Boomers, as the most overwhelming gravitational force shaping Australia’s public and private morality. The prospect does not thrill me. Only because their collective grundnorm is material comfort, generally attained far more easily from a start-up position than in generations before and since. And getting too much, too easily, has to get in the way of karacter. That’s not a hymn in praise of masochism, poverty or juiceless puritanism. It’s just a reminder that economic imperatives can cut both ways. And that economic trends can and do shift, like the fashions in politics and morality accompanying them.
This also means that karacter will again have its time in the sun, even though change along those lines anytime soon seems unlikely, and even if the pendulum first swings to darker places. Here it’s worth recalling another defining quality of those Righteous Gentiles – a belief that things would improve, one day, and that the choices of each individual can make some difference to that.
And that even if they don’t, life is a miracle. Even where, as Gaita puts it in his essay, politicians do the terrible wrong of “intentionally, or just through carelessness, erod[ing] the conditions under which citizens, often through a love of country, form and sustain a love of the world despite the suffering and the evil in it”.
Time to revisit the Old World, perhaps, for some more home truths and perspective. Consider these lyrics by Nenad Jankovic, from the soundtrack of last year’s movie Zivot je Cudo. It’s a love story set against the ultra-nationalist Bosnian wars of the 1990s, by Sarajevo-born, Paris-based, former Yugoslav director Emir Kusturica:
Life is a candy
With a red hot chilli pepper
Filling inside.
Life! Are you ready?
You’ll be a butterfly in
The ultimate fight.
…
I remember that time
When life was a miracle.
As if Zidane played
For Liverpool.
Life is a business,
Risky and confused.
God gave you a deal
That you cannot refuse.
Life is Terrorism,
Globalism, Optimism.
Give peace a chance,
Give war romance!
…
But little did I know
Mr Preacher man
What real life could do
And shit could hit the fan.
Life is beyond peace and war,
Justice and crime.
Do you remember
That time?
When life was a miracle.
Call me aspirational, but that deserves an Australian coda:
Zidane pre-selected for Werriwa!
Natasha Cica
BREACH OF TRUST
Correspondence
In a moment of cynicism I once defined a politician as “a man or woman who honestly and sincerely believes that the worst thing that could happen to the country is for him or her to be voted out of office”.
This is, of course, an unfair and exaggerated generalisation: self-belief does not always translate into megalomania. But it is a rare politician who does not have the conviction, held honestly and sincerely, that his or her own interest happily coincides with the public good: l’état, c’est moi. Indeed, in some cases it becomes almost a matter of divine right; President Nixon is reported to have said something to the effect that any act performed by himself as president could not, by definition, be deemed a crime.
Faced with this kind of certainty, any normal person’s attempt to apply normal standards of morality is, inevitably, doomed to failure. It is not simply a matter of ends and means. Rather, retention of power by this peerless individual is so overwhelmingly desirable that it justifies any amount of skulduggery in the process – whatever it takes, in the words of Labor’s arch-manipulator Graham Richardson. The underlying premise is that the removal of the said individual would in itself constitute a great wrong – a sin against the public weal. The avoidance of this evil is in itself the overriding moral imperative.
It is an idea that John Howard has sold to the electorate with considerable success. Last year I was interviewed on ABC radio about my book Run, Johnny, Run which is highly critical of Howard’s regime. A number of listeners rang the studio to voice their disapproval and in the process to accuse me of treason. L’état, c’est Johnny.
But while Howard’s actions make it clear that he is at one with Richardson that the acquisition and retention of power transcends all ethical considerations, he still understands the need to pay lip-service to conventional morality. Thus he sets up a code of conduct for his ministers, even if he has not actually enforced it for many years. He constructs a firewall of unaccountable advisers between himself and the public service so that he can plausibly deny knowledge of any information which could cast doubt on his own integrity.
His statements are hedged around with lawyer’s fine print, or even a highly idiosyncratic interpretation of language: thus the promise that there would “never, ever” be a GST should be understood to mean “not in this term of government” – although in fact it meant “not until I think I can get away with it”.
The fact that any reasonable person would take his words at face value is irrelevant; as with Humpty Dumpty, Howard’s words mean what he wants them to mean, no more and no less. Mendacity is, then, not really possible.
Howard has tried to live down the ironic nickname Honest John to the extent that he now cherishes it as a compliment: John Howard is the man the voters can (and, it appears, do) trust. He may even believe this himself. If he does, then while one may accuse him of self-delusion, it becomes more problematic to say that he is actively immoral.
In the old days, in opposition, Howard espoused (or at least pretended to espouse) a truly ruthless standard of political morality. Here he is on telling the truth to parliament:
Gough Whitlam had the guts to sack Rex Connor because he inadvertently misled parliament. He had the guts to sack Jim Cairns because he inadvertently misled parliament and his Prime Minister. We want to know if Paul Keating has the guts to sack Senator (Graham) Richardson because he misled the Senate. The supreme test of the courage and probity of the Prime Minister is whether he insists on ministers observing the basic requirements of a minister; that is, that they tell parliament the truth.
No ifs, no buts, and inadvertence is not a defence.
On that basis the present front bench would be very sparse indeed and Howard himself would be long gone. But of course, Howard’s departure would be a far worse evil. The greater good supersedes the lesser. This, I fear, is the new political and ethical reality which Howard’s critics (among whom I include Raimond Gaita) have failed to grasp.
In a famous exchange, the American writer F. Scott Fitzgerald remarked to his friend Ernest Hemingway: “The rich are different from us.” “Yes,” replied the down-to-earth Hemingway, “they have more money.” But that was not what Fitzgerald meant.
Similarly, politicians are different from us. It’s not that they are more (or less) moral; it’s just that they are different.
Mungo MacCallum
BREACH OF TRUST
Correspondence
Two weeks before the 2004 federal election, the Sydney Sun-Herald carried the front-page headline “My Husband Does Not Lie”. Mrs Janette Howard was quoted accusing those attacking her husband’s veracity of attempting to manipulate attitudes for political purposes. In that she was no doubt right.
That she took the highly unusual step, for her, of entering the public debate in the heat of the election campaign is ample testimony to the fear in the Liberal camp that these attacks had the potential to undermine the government’s reelection prospects. The fact that they did not has left many in Australia, to quote Raimond Gaita, “shocked, disheartened and bewildered”.
One of the more disheartened, Robert Manne, has come to the sad conclusion that most Australians don’t value issues of truthfulness and humanity as highly as he. But I am not sure this view is right. Ever the optimist, I have not yet joined that army of the disillusioned, “unsure about what to make of their country”.
John Howard was emphatically re-elected although, in the first week of the election campaign, a Liberal Party official in Queensland swore in an affidavit that the Prime Minister’s chief protector in the children overboard Senate inquiry, George Brandis, said of him, “He’s a lying rodent” and “We’ve got to go off and cover his arse again on this.” Brandis in a counter-sworn statement denied saying this. Almost simultaneously Mike Scrafton was swearing to the inquiry that he had told Mr Howard, before the 2001 election, that no one in Defence believed children had been thrown overboard. There was no evidence to support the claim and the navy video was inconclusive. For Howard’s opponents, his mendacity is an open and shut case. They would not vote for him with a gun at their head.
But I believe many others, although critical of him on this matter, did vote for him. Labor’s Bob McMullan on Meet the Press in early December 2004 pondered why it was that thousands who voted Labor in the Tampa election deserted the party for the Coalition this time. If these people were motivated by disgust over the lies and cruelty last time, why weren’t they confirmed in their views when more evidence was in? I believe the answer has two parts. First, the case against Howard is not as clear-cut as his more strident antagonists claim. And secondly, while philosophers can and must argue abstractly and in a discursive way, voters have to make a concrete choice.
John Howard accepts that he misled the Australian people when he claimed that children were thrown overboard and stated, “I certainly don’t want people of that type in Australia.” He also accepts, somewhat more grudgingly, that he misled the Australian people over weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. But in both cases he pleads that he himself was misled. He was not being mendacious or lying because he did not set out to deceive.
Maybe only a Royal Commission into truthfulness in government as it applies to both cases could get somewhat closer to the facts. But I don’t think so. Such commissions are inevitably tainted by politics and as such merely confirm prejudices already alive in the community. The Marks Royal Commission set up by the Richard Court Liberal government in Western Australia more than ten years ago is a good case in point. It found that the former premier and Labor high flyer Carmen Lawrence lied on three counts over the Penny Easton affair. It recommended charges of perjury be laid. Three were, only to be thrown out by a jury. The key point was that the jury believed Dr Lawrence’s failure of memory. She was not on balance, as far as they were concerned, deliberately lying. That doesn’t stop Dr Lawrence’s federal opponents branding her a liar, or at the very least untrustworthy.
The Senate inquiry, after hearing from Mike Scrafton, former Defence liaison officer in then minister Reith’s office before the 2001 election, found his evidence to be credible. The non-government majority also found it credible that he contemporaneously told a couple of naval officers what he had said to John Howard in phone conversations. The problem is that only John Howard and Mike Scrafton directly participated in the phone conversations in question. Many who abhor the government’s asylum seeker policy see it as reason enough to think the worst of the Prime Minister. But if Howard was so deceitful, why did he release the inconclusive video two days out from the election? Could it be precisely because it was inconclusive, as Scrafton says he told the Prime Minister? Maybe a jury, if not a Royal Commission, would also give Mr Howard the benefit of the doubt. It’s not unreasonable to suggest many voters, even though they were uneasy with the policy in 2001, gave him the benefit of the doubt in 2004. In other words, their vote wasn’t a cynical discarding of the moral underpinnings of a genuine democracy.
I found Professor Gaita’s discussion of the morality of war interesting and challenging. He gives short shrift to the “war on terror” but accepts that “for the defence of community, politicians will always do evil if they judge it to be necessary. Most people know that and most people expect it of them under pain of irresponsibility.” But no such latitude is extended to Bush, Blair or Howard over the invasion of Iraq and, more broadly, the war on terror. Indeed it seems to me Gaita’s view is that calling it a war is at best a metaphor, but one used with no legal or moral justification.
While the “Christian triumvirate”, as they are called in the essay, linked terror to Saddam Hussein as a further justification for the invasion of Iraq, there is a body of evidence, convincingly compiled in Bob Woodward’s book, Plan Of Attack, which shows that as far as the US President was concerned, September 11 was only an excuse to finish off the Iraqi dictator. But what if Australia’s own participation in the war had a broader justification than that? What if it arose from a judgement that our national interest and survival lay with staying close to America?
If we accept that the security of the nation demands that prime ministers can’t tell all of the people all of the truth all of the time, maybe we can excuse Howard’s dissembling over the pre-positioning of our troops in the Middle East. Remember, the government insisted no commitment to an attack had been made, only that the option was being actively pursued. But then the argument becomes one of the relevance of Iraq to Australia’s security. For those who see no relevance, then the Prime Minister has no justification for his lack of candour. But for those who see al-Qaeda and its fellow travellers as introducing a different paradigm, then Mr Howard’s stance is a defensible one. Especially his linking of Australia’s need more than ever to cleave to the United States in such a new and uncertain environment. Surely we have to accept the existence of a transnational phenomenon dedicated to the destruction of the Western culture of which we are a part. This is not paranoid, right-wing delusional thinking. The argument is over the best way of handling this threat. Is Howard’s way making things better or worse? This I submit throws a different light on the whole issue of the government’s morality and the electorate’s endorsement of it.
The Prime Minister, of course, gave as the main reason for joining the invasion the disarming of Saddam Hussein. An all-party parliamentary committee found the government was less than frank about the way it presented the intelligence it was receiving from our own agencies. But John Howard wasn’t alone in believing the Iraqi regime possessed such weapons. The Labor opposition at the time, as well as opponents of the invasion in Europe, expressed similar beliefs. The argument was over timing and process.
The daily bloodshed in Iraq is bleak testament to America’s failure of planning and its lack of understanding of what was before it. Many would say it is a damning indictment of the foolishness of the policy. The President’s own father, George Bush Snr, warned some years earlier that such an invasion could see America bogged down in that country for at least seven years. Yet while many will argue the Bush/Howard way is making matters worse, what now is the alternative? Howard understood instinctively that a majority of Australian voters would not countenance a weakening of commitment to the American alliance as an acceptable answer.
When John Howard asked whom voters would best trust with their security, he was not doing this in a vacuum. Rather than resorting to bravado to mask his record of untruthfulness, the Prime Minister was appealing to a reality. The reality was his record of bolstering the American alliance. The alternative prime minister, Mark Latham, was presenting a record of undermining it. He had foolishly attacked the American President personally as dangerous and incompetent, indeed as the most incompetent president in living memory.
Like Professor Gaita, I grew up in central Victoria in the ’50s. He was one class below me at Saint Patrick’s College, Ballarat. During World War II, Ballarat hosted American GIs for rest and recreation. The citizens of my home town welcomed the Yanks as saviours. Though I was born at the end of the war, my parents and their friends still had stories of the young Americans in their dashing uniforms. Australians in my experience have never been reluctant to acknowledge this debt. It is, I believe, part of our national psyche. Mark Latham’s clumsy promise to withdraw Australian troops – what was left of them – by Christmas was a misreading of this deeper political reality. It fed the perception that he would put the alliance at risk. Many may have been ill at ease with John Howard’s closeness to George W. Bush, but they would prefer it to the alternative on offer, scarcely concealed antagonism.
Raimond Gaita says, “To trust someone you must do more than believe him. You must believe in him. You must believe that he is essentially truthful.” This is certainly true of personal relationships. But there is a significant difference in the relationship between voters and candidates for leadership. Their choice is limited only to what is on offer. It could come down to whom do you trust more or whom do you distrust less. Howard’s question to voters on whom they trusted with interest rates and the economy had the credibility buttress of eight and a half years of record-low interest rates and a growing economy. The alternative, Mark Latham, had been less than a year in the leadership and he made only a belated attempt to calm fears on his economic credentials. Howard’s pitch even survived the fact that when he was treasurer in the Fraser Liberal government, interest rates were higher than under the previous Whitlam Labor government and he’d left a $10 billion black hole in the budget. It survived because the Prime Minister was able to truthfully point to his government’s record.
Breach of Trust is a discussion a genuine democracy with accountable government needs to have. The most powerful insight of the essay serves as a wake-up call for all of us. “Once one acknowledges that morality does not serve our interests but is their judge, then one will be free of the illusion that one can always creatively adapt it to serve our interests. Then one can acknowledge that morality and the world are not always suited to one another. To do this is to do no more than to acknowledge tragedy.” The fact of the matter is no one side of politics or one particular leader has all the virtue or all the vice.
Paul Bongiorno
BREACH OF TRUST
Correspondence
No Australian prime minister within my experience has been “pervasively” or “systematically mendacious” (Billy McMahon excepted). Raimond Gaita makes this claim against John Howard, but, as far as I know, he has never established the evidence to sustain his proposition. It is an extraordinary claim – that Howard’s mendacity is integral to his conduct of the office. I believe that Gaita misunderstands Howard, misunderstands how prime ministers operate and misunderstands politics in Australia.
There is no doubt, however, that he reflects and contributes to a view held either with world-weary cynicism or passionate intensity by many Australians and many influential Australians. In the process he assists neither Howard’s critics (still clueless about how to beat him) nor the wider debate about politics and ethics.
No competent PM will lie on a regular or capricious basis. This is not just because it is unnecessary and politically dangerous to do so, but because a political system built on falsehood will risk internal collapse as well as external hostility. The first problem with Gaita’s essay is the faulty empirical analysis upon which his argument rests. The purpose of my article (The Weekend Australian, 28–29 August 2004) that Gaita criticises was not to excuse Howard but to try to put his lies into historical context.
My argument was that lies – and big lies – have been a reality of prime ministerial power and that Howard has no unique status on this measure compared with his predecessors; that lies and deception, from war to the economy, tend to be driven by policy failures or political failures (that is, the lies are symptoms of a deeper problem); and that truth in politics is important but not an absolute.
Policy results are usually more important in moral terms than assessments of whether or not a government has been mendacious. Let me elaborate – how should one judge the morality of a government that never lied but whose economic failures were directly responsible for a recession that left a million people unemployed or whose national security ineptitude resulted in the death and injury of a number of its citizens? I am sure the Australian people would form a harsh moral judgement about such a government, and treat with derision any moral self-justification it offered based upon its honesty and its avoidance of “pervasive mendacity”.
It is a neat polemic that Howard lied on both children overboard and Iraq’s weapons of mass destruction. But these are quite different situations and each needs to be assessed on merit. At this point we don’t know whether the Prime Minister lied about the children overboard, but the circumstantial evidence against him is strong. The evidence on Iraq is that Howard believed what he said about the weapons of mass destruction; that is, he did not use as a justification for war claims that he knew were wrong or that he suspected were wrong. (Of course, further disclosures might alter such assessments.) In both cases the public has been misled.
I believe the “breach of trust” campaign, despite its elements of validity and the intensity with which it is waged, is weak overall and is really the search for an organising moral principle to condemn and de-legitimise the Howard prime ministership across the board. Seen in this way, its defect is obvious – it is asked to carry too much. The claim of “pervasive mendacity” is an exaggeration and the idea that the immorality it represents should be the sufficient ground for the people to vote Howard out is a judgement devoid of any balance. Howard’s election counter-attack, based on the notion of trust, exposed the weakness of Gaita’s position. Trust is a more complex concept than his essay encompasses, a point he recognises yet resists.
In particular, trust is tied irrevocably to outcomes – whether in economic, social or military policies. Gaita’s position – if I understand him correctly – is that the Iraq war is morally wrong and, as a result, even if much good resulted from the war, that fact could never redeem its immorality. He argues that because the intervention is wrong, the coalition can take no credit for the good consequences but must accept responsibility for the bad consequences. My own view is that the morality of public policy cannot be so divorced from its consequences. A smooth transition to democracy in Iraq would have helped the moral legitimacy of George Bush’s position just as the deterioration over the past eighteen months has undermined it.
I say this neither to exonerate Howard nor to justify any lies or distortions. Gaita says he expects me to explain what could have justified Howard’s lies, but I don’t seek or need to justify these at all. My view that Gaita has misread the Howard government and has a flawed analysis of morality in politics does not mean that one is defending Howard’s lies.
The problem for Gaita is that, having depicted Howard as a moral reprobate, he has also to explain his re-election by an increased majority. The trap for the moralists is that they might blame the people. The alternative is to offer rationalisations for the vote. But they avoid the obvious – the fact that their depiction of Howard as a moral reprobate and their insistence that the election be seen in these terms was a mistake. History will show that this interpretation of Howard by his influential critics has helped him, and that it has undermined the formulation of an effective, realistic and broad-based line of attack against Howard on the issues that are important to the people and in a language they find acceptable.
Gaita argues that war should only be a last resort and I agree. This is the reason I declined to support the war on strategic grounds. Iraq was a war of choice and the absence of any weapons of mass destruction suggests that the choice was an unnecessary one. It is a strategic folly to think that every genocidal dictator should be eliminated by regime change.
However, I remain unconvinced by many of the moral arguments. There was, for me, something disconcerting about the worldwide demonstrations two years ago when the middle classes of the rich democracies marched for the moral cause of keeping the Iraqi people enslaved under a tyrant, with many demonstrators dishonestly claiming to speak on behalf of the Iraqis.
I also have trouble with the moral tests that Gaita applies – notably his claim that no person should ever be treated as a means to an end and that evil (presumably killing) cannot be justified for a good end. These are excellent in the abstract, but what are the consequences of their literal application in the war against Islamic extremism? Given that Osama bin Laden has formally declared that the murder of any American anywhere on earth is the “individual duty for every Muslim who can do it in any country in which it is possible to do it” and that his terrorist organisation seeks a weapons of mass destruction capability to use against the American people, it seems to me that Gaita has taken a moral stance doomed to be unsustainable in this conflict. The war against terrorism remains in its early phase and much of the debate revolves around the subject of Bush’s incompetence. However, the grave risk for the liberal left lies in its embrace of a moral principle that is untenable – given that democratic leaders have a political and moral obligation to safeguard their peoples.
It seems to me that the Australian people bring their sense of realism and scepticism to these issues and this is typified by their response to the Iraq war.
The people knew we went to war because of the US alliance, a point that Howard fudged. From the start they had no appetite for this war and, if Australia had to be involved, they preferred a very limited role (something that Howard ensured). They knew when Howard ordered the military deployment but pretended no decision had been taken on war, that, in effect, he was lying. They knew that Saddam Hussein, with or without his weapons of mass destruction, was no threat to us, but they accepted the world was likely to be a better place without him. They knew the exercise was a calculated risk in strategic terms and that its moral justification would depend upon creating a better Iraq. They know that Iraq has turned out a lot worse than Howard suspected and they know that Bush has severely miscalculated. I think, overall, the people are suspicious of the extreme claims advanced by both Bush and his moralistic critics and that these are healthy responses.
Finally, and in a wider sense, I fear the morality that Gaita wants to impose upon political leaders is simplistic in the extreme. At times he seems in denial about the compact of democratic governance. Governments have a responsibility to govern and that often requires inflicting hurt upon people (higher taxes, lower benefits) that would be unacceptable in the moral relations between two individuals. Political leaders have multiple responsibilities to their party, their supporters, the public and the national interest, and such responsibilities are often in conflict. Their job is to construct policies, to sell them and to persuade. Leaders select the advice they want; they operate as advocates; they are agents of partisanship.
Yet Gaita argues that “mendacity” captures many forms of untruthfulness and “more insidious forms of dishonesty than lying does”. He tells us that a mendacious person “might lie, he might evade, he might intentionally muddy the waters and he might do any of these things sincerely …” and, as I understand him, he wants to apply these standards to politics. Yet in politics the waters are muddied to begin with – political judgements, usually, are imprecise and uncertain and often made in the face of uncertainty as to the facts and the truth.
Let’s take a famous example. In 1996 Howard won an election after saying he would never have a GST. Using Gaita’s test Howard should have said something like this: “As you know, I have long supported an indirect tax. My pledge means that I won’t introduce the tax this term but, depending upon circumstances, I may try to introduce the tax in a later term.” This would not have been a responsible political statement. It would have been a disservice to Howard, to his party and to the community. (A similar argument can be mounted with respect to Keating’s income tax commitment at the 1993 election.) I see no other way to interpret Gaita’s argument than that this is exactly what he thinks Howard should have said. Yet this denies the essential craft of politics and its partisan nature.
I accept the sincerity of Gaita’s position. But the more I read him the less I am convinced that under his rules our politics would be enhanced either in practical results or moral quality.
Paul Kelly
LATHAM’S WORLD
Response to Correspondence
It is gratifying to be credited with prescience by David Burchell and others, but I feel it is only partly deserved. I put the finishing touches to Latham’s World two months before the election. During the campaign I thought Latham was doing better than the election results suggested. Like most commentators I thought Latham had made a positive impact. I did not anticipate the swing against Labor, nor did I anticipate the Senate result. I underestimated the impact of the interest- rate scare campaign, and overestimated the effect of Labor’s strong campaign on health, education and other issues.
Probably I was influenced by an interesting fact. Interest rates and economic management were not concerns raised by “the punters” at any of the community forums Latham held, either before or during the election campaign. This may mean that the people who turn up to such forums are unrepresentative of the wider electorate. I suspect this is true. The attendees are at least sufficiently engaged in the political process to have given up their time. There is a great deal to suggest that this makes them atypical.
If community forums are to work as a method of campaigning, then there will have to be many, many more of them, and throughout the electoral cycle. They will have to reach a much larger audience and engage more people. This is a huge political challenge, yet a vital one if the wedge through the heart of the Labor Party – the division between insiders and outsiders – is to be healed.
As it is, I have to admit there is nothing in the seat-by-seat election results to support the theory that the community forums were an effective means of campaigning. The swings in the seats where Latham held forums were much the same as everywhere else. It would therefore take a huge leap of political faith for the Labor Party to invest in more community forums and make a greater effort to engage the electorate in this direct, labour-intensive fashion. Nevertheless, having witnessed the forums I don’t doubt their potential power. It is hard to see any other way in which community cynicism and disengagement can be overcome. As Annabel Crabb observes, the forums show Latham at his best. I would add that they also show Labor at its potential best.
But I suspect there is more at work in the failure of the participants at the forums to raise economic management. I think this is to do with the difference between what Latham describes as “insider” abstract politics and the pragmatic, concrete concerns of the “outsiders”.
As I observed in the essay, most voters don’t feel qualified in economics. (I include myself.) Most people know and understand how pensions and unemployment benefits and the local community, school or hospital work, and feel at least partly able to assess the effect of policy in these areas. They stood up at community forums and quizzed Mark Latham on these issues. When it came to interest rates and economic management writ large, they did not have the knowledge or confidence to question policy in the same way. Yet this governed how many of them voted.
Interest rates are not “abstract politics”. As Burchell argues, they dominate and determine how many people see themselves and their ability to make their way. I take Burchell’s point that, particularly when it comes to interest rates, the divide between economic and social issues is a false one.
Nevertheless I think it is true that the campaign on economic management was “abstract” in a way that was not true of the campaign on health or education. The Howard government convinced voters that it was best qualified to manage the economy by pointing to Latham’s inexperience and to its own record. Labor did too little, too late to combat this.
The irony is that Latham in his books had quite a lot to say about the economy – the real economy. One of his most urgent arguments is that the key to our long-term economic health, and even our ability to determine our future, is education. Only a highly skilled, educated workforce will be able to hold its own in the era of footloose capital. I don’t know a single serious commentator, nor a “punter” worried about their children’s education, who would disagree with this. The Liberal Minister for Education, Brendan Nelson, has made similar observations. Most commentators also share serious concerns about the fundamentals of our economy – the growing level of debt and the fact that Australians are spending more than they earn. It remains likely that interest rates will go up in the new year. This never had much to do with who was in power.
On election day, voters cast their vote on precisely the issue where they felt least qualified and most vulnerable. But were they voting on real economic issues, or on political fictions of the kind I described in the last section of Latham’s World? I don’t mean to sell the punters short. I don’t understand how interest rates are set either. But I am pretty sure that the voters who decided the election are no more qualified than I am on this topic.
It is not clear that media coverage of the campaign had much impact at all on voting patterns. Nor, to answer Crabb, am I suggesting that more grappling with “big ideas” would have affected the result. Nevertheless, I reject Crabb’s rather glib suggestion that journalists’ only duty is to telegraph daily events as they unfold. I agree that reporting events is their job – but it is not the whole of their job. Events, campaign statements and so forth have histories and contexts. Claims should be held up for questioning and analysis. If all people want is the latest news, then they watch television or listen to radio. Crabb works for the Age. What does she think people buy her newspaper for?
As it stands, this campaign, and the election result, has on a number of levels been a great challenge to the relevance of journalists and journalism to the broad political process. There is little reason to think that the majority of voters want the kind of scrutiny of government that the media (or the Senate) can provide.
After the election result I spoke to two women about Mark Latham. One was an “insider” – an artist and the wife of a prominent journalist – and the other an “outsider” – a casual shop assistant. Both told me that they had not wanted to vote for Latham because he was a wife batterer. As Latham’s World makes clear, this is simply untrue. Nevertheless it was the one thing they had read about him in the media that had stuck in their minds. I suspect that the media’s most powerful role during the campaign was to communicate, not fact and analysis, but this fiction among other distortions.
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There is something particularly infuriating about being told that others know you better than you know yourself. I am sure Dennis Glover did not intend this, but his attitude shows one of the reasons why writers and intellectuals find so little purchase when they attempt to engage with Labor, or with political parties generally. Although he tries to soften the message, what Glover is really saying is that intellectuals – whether of the right or the left – should self-censor. The argument is so at odds with what it means to be an intellectual that I find it hard to believe Glover still truly has a foot in both camps.
Glover’s tone is patronising. I can only imagine how Annabel Crabb will bridle at being described as “bright young”, but as her correspondence shows, she is more than able to defend herself. And what are these “Canberra rules” that Bernard Lagan could be trusted to observe, and I could not? Glover could do a considerable public service by spelling them out. We might all then better understand the coded utterances of the Canberra Club. The irony is immense. Insiders and outsiders indeed!
In fact I suspect Glover presumes too much, and insults Lagan as he insults both Crabb and me.
Since readers will certainly have gotten a different impression, I should say that I never contacted Glover “for precious inside information” or anything else while researching Latham’s World. Nor, to my knowledge, have I ever met Dennis Glover or spoken to him. Certainly he does not know me well. I have no idea how he and his colleagues could have come to the conclusion that I was a “traditional friend”, and I resent the presumption.
It is an interesting experience to find oneself labelled. Tony Abbott described me during the election campaign as “left-leaning”. Glover assumes I am a “traditional friend” of Labor. I am not trying to reject the labels, exactly, or to be precious. We all use shorthand categories, and probably this one fits me adequately enough for other people’s purposes. But I am no longer sure what “left” and “right” mean in most contexts. I would like to think that my previous work shows a willingness to seek out and fairly consider evidence, rather than any simplistic political leaning. It seems to me that in most contexts the labels “left” and “right” have become more of a burden than a tool.
Take just one example. Are “asylum seekers” a “left-wing” issue? Obviously not, as the many Liberal voters and even government members concerned about human rights can attest. As Latham has written, politics these days is not about the old battles between Capital and Labour, and this makes almost any use of the historically hobbled terms “left” and “right” problematic. Other people may think they know what they mean when they label a writer “left-wing”, but I don’t think the term can any longer be used as a predictor of an individual’s take on any particular issue.
No political party, whether of the “left” or the “right”, is going to cut much mustard with intellectuals worth having on-side until it stops behaving as though labelling and name-calling were a substitute for evidence and argument. Neither the Liberal Party nor the Labor Party seem to understand the difference.
Glover says the reasons for rejecting my request for an interview were “not really articulated, or even fully conscious, but were instinctive and inevitable”. If this is offered as an example of the Labor Party’s methods of dealing with intellectuals and writers, then it is simply not good enough – as Glover himself reveals when he acknowledges that these “instinctive” judgements also turned out to be wrong in my case. What are those of us “written off” for being too “left-wing” meant to do? Engage in mea culpas over things that we have not done, have not thought and have not written? One cannot argue with semiconscious instinct, particularly not when it is accompanied by such arrogance.
Glover’s driving argument seems to be that left-wing intellectuals are, or should be if they would just wake up to themselves, “friends” of the Labor Party. They should be a kind of pointy-headed cheer squad, or an intellectual engineroom for the drive to achieve government. If they are going to criticise, they should do it in such a way as to minimise political damage. Preferably, they should keep it “in-house”. He seems to believe that most left-wing intellectuals want Labor in government. He is probably right. It is quite another thing to say that they should censor their critical faculties and limit their rational inquiry in order to serve their personal preferences.
A little further analysis of Glover’s correspondence reveals that it is not just the Labor Party that intellectuals are meant to support, but a particular part of the Labor Party. One of the sins of left-wing intellectuals is to “hero worship” the “dissidents”, which encourages more members to “go native”. Dear oh dear. In Glover’s world there is only one true way, and anyone who isn’t on board is an enemy. If this reflects the attitudes of Latham’s office, then I think Labor is all but done for.
That said, I agree with Glover that intellectuals, journalists and so on – the insiders, on Latham’s analysis – are largely out of touch with the majority of Australians, and that they have failed to connect sympathetically with the concerns of their suburban and regional countrymen. There is also a tendency towards what Latham describes as “abstract politics” removed from the real and often urgent problems of the country. In Latham’s World I mentioned the approach to Aboriginal disadvantage as one of the most distressing examples. I have written on this elsewhere and won’t rehash my arguments here. I agree with Glover that the failure of the insiders to move out of comfortable fictions and inner suburban abstracts on many issues has allowed the present government’s sympathisers to dominate the discourse. The left has a crisis of relevance. The insiders do indeed need to wake up – not because this would serve the interests of the Labor Party, but because it is the only way forward. It is right, refreshing and a necessary and desirable part of being a citizen of this country. A good start would be for intellectuals to stop sneering at people from the suburbs and develop an intolerance of this – a sense of outrage even – that echoes their intolerance of racism.
I think Glover sets up a false divide to explain Labor’s problems. The real divide within the party is not to do with “right versus left” or “pragmatists versus intellectuals”. It is to do with political competence versus incompetence. If the Labor Party is really interested in power, why does it keep selecting hopeless candidates in marginal seats just because of their factional power? Why do the factions keep rewarding mediocrity? John Button has put these arguments better than I can. It is a bit rich to accuse intellectuals and the “left” of being afraid of power when large parts of the Labor Party seem more interested in the spoils of defeat than in becoming electable.
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David Burchell has been writing subtly and perceptively about the gulf between insiders and outsiders long before it became semi-fashionable to do so, and before the terms were coined. I have admired his work for a long time, quoted him in Latham’s World and don’t disagree with him much now, but I do want to sound some notes of caution concerning both his correspondence and that of Glover.
It is one thing to acknowledge that the issues of asylum seekers, government lies and the war in Iraq had negligible effect on the election result and that they do not resonate with most Australians. It is quite another to dismiss such concerns as “ethical spasms” and “self-indulgence”.
These issues are real, important and people are entitled to feel strongly about them. I feel strongly about them myself. I also realise that I am in a minority. That doesn’t necessarily make me wrong. It does present me with a challenge if I want to help bring about change. Nor is it mere “self-indulgence” to campaign on these issues, and to lobby both the Labor Party and the Liberal Party to give them more importance and prominence and to develop good policy positions on them. To quote Glover, “There’s nothing sinister about it. It’s called democracy.”
What should be said is that when Labor does manage to develop a position, such as its present policy on asylum seekers, that is both morally defensible (if well implemented) and politically sellable, it should be given credit. I get irritated when people dismiss the real differences between the parties as insignificant. Failure to understand the differences has nothing to do with being left-wing nor with intellectualism. It is just good old-fashioned ignorance.
Burchell is right to point out that not all virtue and moral imagination reside in the inner suburbs and among the university-educated, but it is important not to commit the reverse error and assume that all virtue and “sense” reside in the outer suburbs. The truth, of course, is that there is virtue and acumen in both places. Altruism, too, resides in both places, although it is often differently expressed. It is a gross generalisation and over-simplification, but inner-suburban lefties tend to see concern for family and immediate community as mere self-interest. The punters tend to see concern for asylum seekers and Iraqi civilians as mere self-indulgence. Neither is correct.
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Annabel Crabb, I think, misses the point about the insider/outsider divide. She completely misunderstands what I wrote about Latham’s potential to lead us to a new understanding of poverty. Latham argues that there are several different kinds of poverty in Australia at present. The first and most urgent at the extremes is economic, but also important is poverty in the sense of absence of opportunity, and exclusion from information and influence. Latham also talks about time-poverty and its impact on social capital. Crabb seems to understand insiders and outsiders purely in terms of income, but Latham’s point is exactly the opposite – that income is no longer a reliable guide to voting behaviour or social attitudes. Except at the extremes, poverty and equality are not only, and perhaps not even chiefly, a matter of income.
Crabb also misconstrues me when she alleges that I criticise journalists for “persisting with small-minded scouring for detail”. I said no such thing. Of course pestering politicians for prosaic detail is part of a journalist’s job. My point is that this is not the whole of the job. Covering the “big ideas” is also part of the task; and the two tasks, in a broadsheet newspaper at least, are not mutually exclusive. There is nothing patient about my sense that the job of analysing and summarising Latham’s written work should not have been left to me. It is too glib for Crabb to say that once Latham became a leader, he ceased to be a thinker. Surely he is both. Politics is the art of the possible, but what Latham wants to achieve is the product of his experience and his ideas. Yes, journalists must report daily events, but they must also contexualise if the events are to make sense.
The relationship between Latham the leader and Latham the thinker is one of the main things I would have wanted to explore had I succeeded in interviewing him. I was frustrated. Nevertheless, I think Crabb is wrong to suggest that the campaign and the policies could not have been illuminated by a better understanding of Latham’s books. Latham’s education policies could have been taken from the pages of his What Did You Learn Today? His books also shed light on his failure to campaign on economic issues. This was not just an oversight, but a fundamental part of his political philosophy (it reflected, too, his attachment to political strategists such as Dick Morris). Medicare Gold, as Crabb acknowledges, had resonance with Latham’s ideas about using public and private capacity for public service. So did other elements of the health policy, as outlined in Latham’s World.
The big difference was in tax and welfare. During the election campaign Latham answered one of the questions I would have asked him. Quizzed by journalist Matt Abraham of Adelaide ABC Radio about my essay, he said that the Kaldor scheme was no longer relevant – that it had been a response to the Coalition’s GST in the late 1990s, and that things had now moved on. John Button tells us Latham was instead influenced by ideas developed at a seminar sponsored by the Australian and the Melbourne Institute. But the fact that Latham’s work on tax in Civilising Global Capital did not translate into policy is not a reason for ignoring his ideas. It is just that different and more recent ideas overtook his written work.
Did the policies satisfy my hunger for big ideas?, Crabb asks. The question is a non sequitur. Policy is not in itself an “idea”. Policy is a plan of action driven by both ideas and judgements about the politically and economically possible. One cannot fully understand the policy without understanding the ideas, and this was the significant “hole” in media coverage.
Crabb invites a smile when she objects to me characterising the Canberra press gallery as an homogenous mass. There are significant differences between the gallery members, of course, but they are mostly the differences one would expect among a group of people of similar social class and good-to-excellent incomes, who live in the same town, work long hours in the same office building, talk to each other regularly, are wooed by the same spin doctors and are working on the same raw material. The truly aberrant tend to self-select out, and the gallery tends to dismiss them.
I think the most important point Crabb makes – and it is one I wish I had made myself – is that Latham is now an insider, with all that that implies. All the evidence suggests that this is how the electorate saw him too. Maybe a less conventional campaign – more community forums, for example – would have combatted that, and cut through the cynicism of the electorate. Maybe such a campaign would at least have convinced the outsiders that Latham understood them. Maybe he did achieve some of these things, but it was not enough to overwhelm the concerns about the economy and interest rates. It is hard to know, but if Latham survives the challenges that Crabb outlines, then the next election may tell us more.
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To conclude, a few words about Latham’s insider/outsider world view. I said in Latham’s World that I thought this was penetrating analysis – the best way to understand recent political history. I also indicated what I thought were the shortcomings of the model.
Following the publication of Latham’s World I received correspondence from Phillip Adams which underlined the point. He pointed out that Latham was wrong when he wrote that both Adams and Piers Akerman lived in Paddington. Adams told me that in fact he lives on a farm in a tiny community “afflicted by long-term unemployment and drug addiction”. He was brought up in poverty, and went to tough state schools.
There is no doubt that Adams is an insider, on Latham’s analysis, and no doubt that I am too. On the other hand I have spent half of my adult life living in disadvantaged regions of Australia. I have been active in community organisations in those regions. Most insiders have these kinds of connections to non-“chattering class” communities. The divides are not as complete or as neat as Latham suggests.
Among outsiders there are distinctions and differences – degrees of engagement with the world beyond family and friends. One of the main distinctions, in my experience, is between those who are not engaged in any community activities at all, and those who do things such as serve on the local school Parents and Citizens (P&C) committee. Anyone who has tried to break into such a committee as a newcomer – as I have – knows what it feels like to be an outsider. Yet once on the inside, I discovered that my fellow committee members lacked any faith in their combined ability to affect government policy. They were against, for example, affiliating with the Federation of Parents and Citizens Councils, because it cost money and they could not see the relevance of its campaigns to the local community.
There are plenty of classic outsiders – people disengaged from and disempowered in public life. There is a much smaller number of classic insiders – people such as Glover and Crabb whose connection with political process is intense. Most of us live between those two extremes, with connections on both sides, even if we know that we live mainly in insider-land or outsider-land. Latham’s insider/outsider model will have to grow in nuance and complexity if it is to continue to be a useful way of understanding Australia.
The term “insider” should not be one of abuse. I think it would be a mistake for insiders, having realised they are out of touch, to engage in a round of self flagellation. The “punters” would, I suspect, find the tendency of people such as Glovers to sneer at left intellectuals just as irrelevant and unappealing as they find the rest of the abstract politics of the insiders.
I think the hardest thing for the insiders to accept is that the future of Australia is not, chiefly, about us.
It is not about whether intellectuals are doing a good job or a bad job, whether we are in touch or out of touch, whether we are right or wrong. Out in the suburbs and regions, there are no culture wars. Many of the issues the insiders are in a lather about simply don’t rate. The nation is conceived differently. Words such as “altruism” have other nuances.
If the divide is to be bridged, then the connections must be made, but that doesn’t mean the insiders have to agree automatically with the opinions of the majority, nor give up their own sense of self. I prefer to think of the way forward in terms of making “inside” bigger – more diversity, more argument, more diverse methods of engagement, more dispersal of power. Less sneering all round.
In some ways the divide is not as deep as it seems. In my experience the venom of talkback radio announcers about inner-city elites is not reflected in the suburbs and the regions. Until recently I was both a member of the chattering classes, and at the same time a member of the P&C in a small, mainly working-class country town. My fellow committee members were interested in my publications and my work. It was never suggested that I was up myself, elite or out of touch. Nobody asked how I voted. Nobody thought in categories of left or right. Nobody thought less of me – quite the reverse in fact – because I wrote books, but the fact that I did so gave me no special status. So far as the work of the P&C was concerned I was judged on my contribution, my practical ideas, my abilities and my life experience. And eventually, after many months of argument, we did affiliate with the Federation of P&Cs. As a result, we shortly afterwards heard about some federal grants that were becoming available for volunteer organisations. We applied, and were successful in getting $1500.We bought a coffee urn and some trestle tables for use at fund-raising functions.
As an insider, this was my contribution.
Margaret Simons
LATHAM’S WORLD
Correspondence
I found Margaret Simons’s journey around Mark Latham both interesting and informative, particularly so because I had not taken the bother to read his books. Although I lament the lack of intellectual life in our politics, and indeed in the Australian culture more generally, when something did emerge to fill the gap, as in Latham’s case, I neglected it.
Having indulged in a little self-criticism, let me move on in a less self indulgent way. While it was useful, Simons’s summary of Latham’s ideas was also rather frustrating. It was so dense, so abridged, that in many cases I found it hard to understand what Latham was saying. I would have liked a more extended exploration – a spreading out of the ideas and then a critical appraisal of them – even if this was at the expense of some of the space devoted to the Liverpool story. This latter analysis was interesting, and in part gave us a picture of Latham the man, but in my view it did not need to be so detailed.
Latham’s defined dichotomy between the insiders and the outsiders – or the Tourists and the Residents – is, in my view, a useful one. But it can be overstated – it does not allow one to differentiate between the conservative and the nonconservative insiders, and to this extent its use as an analytical tool is limited. Simons seems to acknowledge this point, but does not take it anywhere.
Perhaps more importantly, one is tempted, with the benefit of hindsight, to ask why Labor failed so miserably on 9 October, and whether Latham’s World and Latham’s views provide any clues to understanding this failure.
It is old hat to say that there have been profound changes in Australian society in the last thirty or forty years. Immigration has changed the face of Australia. So has prosperity. So too has the nature of work. Let us concentrate on this latter point for a moment.
The years between the end of World War II and the election of the Whitlam government saw an expansion of Australian industry and its blue-collar workforce. Jobs, which had been scarce in the ’30s, became plentiful. In this situation blue-collar workers, many of whom had had collectivist experiences in the armed forces, used their industrial muscle to advance their economic interests. They elected communist trade union officials to lead and help them – not because they were communists themselves, but because they saw these capable men as best able to help them secure what they wanted and what they believed was their right. The communist leaders in turn encouraged them to strengthen their collectivist approach. They used their publications and their prestige to argue that unity was strength. Their members bought this message, even if, at the same time, they remained loyal to their traditional party, the Labor Party.
Those days are long since past. The bulk of the blue-collar jobs have disappeared, together with the collectivist traditions and the communist leaders associated with them. Only remnants persist, among building workers, for instance, and perhaps some miners.
Today individualism is paramount. But it is a fragile individualism. It is based on the assumption that in a competitive society one must look after oneself and one’s own because the devil will take the hindmost. It is also based on the idea that happiness and conspicuous consumption are almost, if not exactly, synonymous.
In a paper I gave recently to an Equal Opportunity Commission of Victoria forum on “Human Rights and the Australian Way of Life”, I argued that the Australian socio-political climate has significantly changed over recent years. I argued that the relevant large-scale trends included:
- An apparent loss of sovereignty and control over our economic future as a consequence of the policies of economic rationalism and tariff reduction.
- A corresponding loss of access to and control over large institutions in Australia such as banks, large businesses, large trade unions and large bureaucracies. Thus a growing sense of alienation and powerlessness.
- A perception, particularly post-September 11 and post-Bali, that the world is a dangerous place and that terrorism could strike anywhere at any time.
- A perception that politics is “managed”, that politicians use “spin”, tell lies and cannot be trusted, have little contact with or knowledge of the lives of ordinary people and are only marginally concerned with ordinary people’s real interests.
- A culture that puts a premium on acquisitiveness, competition, consumption and personal gratification.
- A growing feeling that one must look after number one because no one else will. And even a feeling that others should not get benefits which are denied to you, even if they are more needy than you are.
- A turn inwards, towards the self and away from concern for others, and a preference for acting individually rather than collectively.
- Finally, I argued that in the past Australian culture has included a healthy streak of larrikinism. I said that this was increasingly being replaced by pressures towards conformity.
These generalisations clearly do not apply in all cases. Many contemporary examples can be given of collective action and concern for others, including environmental groups such as Landcare, trade unions, Rotary and fire-fighting and emergency services volunteers. Nevertheless the large-scale trends have influenced the broader culture and led to a loss of concern for others in our society.
In my paper to the Equal Opportunity Commission, I sought to be more explicit about the chain of emotive reasoning that lies behind these attitudes. The first link in the chain is the sense of insecurity induced by financial deregulation, the infamous and discredited “level playing field”, tariff reduction and the export of semi-skilled and unskilled jobs. This is linked to a sense of disenfranchisement in the hearts and minds of those who have borne the brunt of economic and social change (in many cases those with scant personal, educational or financial resources with which to cope). A general loss of faith in institutions then develops.
In circumstances of personal insecurity and disenfranchisement, people appear to have little inclination to feel sympathy for others and little ability to imagine that others are worse off than themselves. They need scapegoats, who are easily made out of the desperately unfortunate, because these are the ones who are seen to receive special assistance from government, paid for with taxpayers’ money, or to represent yet more competition for scarce jobs. Either way, Aborigines and refugees are easy targets.
Since these groups are the most vulnerable in the community, the way their human rights are protected is the real test of our society. I concluded this part of my paper by suggesting that there was scant evidence from my research that the electorate is in the mood to hear this.
When he was elected as leader of the Labor Party, as Margaret Simons points out, Latham toured the country, meeting, talking with and, in particular, listening to voters in halls and other venues. In this he was sensibly replicating the approach of his Liverpool days. He must have heard many of the sentiments I have listed above. He must have heard again of people’s distrust of politicians and of the way elections are “managed”. And yet, when it came to the crunch, the Labor Party used the same election format, with the same management by “spin doctors”, as it and its main rival had used in the immediate past. I know it is not easy to break this mould, particularly with the pressure that the media applies, but at some stage one of the parties may have to find the strength to do so.
As I have suggested, people in general do not trust politicians and are cynical about them. Many voters during the campaign seemed not to want to listen – some because they were profoundly uninterested or lacked knowledge and competence, some because they could find no heroes, and not a few because they did not like what they heard. Many former staunch Liberal voters were appalled by what they saw as John Howard’s lack of morality.
In this environment the Labor Party spoke to them with its mouth half open. It did not use any new methods to confront their cynicism. Certainly, it talked about health and education and the environment – although the latter case was argued too late and ineffectually. But it did not show voters, particularly the fragile ones, how it would holistically protect their economic interests. Here, Howard’s scare tactics worked.
It seems to me that Pauline Hanson could speak to and for these Residents or outsiders because she was one of them. Howard seems to understand them, and claims to represent them, even if he does not. Latham emerged from among them and spoke to some of their needs during the campaign. He has travelled a long way from the outsiders, and yet may well still understand them. But he seems to have missed the pivotal point: they needed to be assured that their economic interests would be protected, that their mortgages were secure and would not become more expensive, that they would be shielded from any further effects of major economic and social change. And they needed to hear this clearly outside the normal round of “political speak”. In the end, although the devil may take the hindmost, the devil they knew and who had presided over eight years in which their world did not entirely fall apart, was better than the devil they did not know, particularly as the former seemed to speak their language.
Irving Saulwick
LATHAM’S WORLD
Correspondence
The poor old press gallery. Talk about mixed messages.
On one hand, commentators outside Canberra feel emboldened by their geography, post-election, to write that the press gallery fell in love with Mark Latham and missed the mood of the electorate. On the other, here’s Margaret Simons in Quarterly Essay, chipping us for missing Latham entirely.
The first criticism seems to centre on the theme that press coverage of Mark Latham was more generous than was warranted by the election result. (It can’t be a simple matter of muffed predictions, given that the vast majority of Canberra journalists who took a punt before the event correctly tipped a Howard victory.)
The implicit suggestion is that the press gallery, en masse, should have market-researched Latham in the community more extensively before reporting extensively on his activities, so that levels of coverage and electoral support could be seen neatly to correspond in the post-election wash-up.
It’s absurd. Journalists – press gallery or otherwise – are responsible for passing information in the direction of the consumer. None should claim any more than an average ability to sense the signals coming the other way, for that would be an exercise in fraudulence, not to mention a misunderstanding of the press gallery’s role.
If journalists were issued at birth with uncanny powers to sense intricate shifts in voter mood, we wouldn’t be working in the press gallery; we’d be setting up our own religions, or making a bundle at Centrebet, or mounting a hostile takeover of Roy Morgan.
Why did Mark Latham attract a lot of press coverage? Simple: because he was new, because he was interesting, and because he was largely unknown to an Australian people who had ten months to work out whether they wanted him in the Lodge. Extensive coverage was not a whim; it was a duty.
Margaret Simons’s criticisms are different altogether; she is hungry for big, important political ideas, and clearly relished the idea of a big, reformist Latham government. “I think it is clear that if Labor gains power there will be fundamental changes to Australia – the biggest Latham can manage,” she writes. “They will include changes to our understanding of what it is to be poor and what it is to be privileged, and of what equality might entail.”
Her essay delivers an impressively curated highlights package of Mark Latham’s policy back catalogue. It’s an excellent read and a valuable job, although one senses here and there a slight air of patient martyrdom (Simons thinks the job should not have been left to her).
She has expended many hours, clearly, in reading everything he has ever written, in travelling back through Latham’s Liverpool Council years, and in pursuing the man himself. And to her very great credit, she published her assessment of Latham before the election, thereby eschewing a luxury which others have been swift to embrace – silence while the game is on, followed by genius after the whistle.
Simons thrills to Latham’s work, especially his most central theme: that Australia is made up of insiders and outsiders, and that the insiders range across, rather than conforming to, the old political axis of left and right. Latham’s view is that the insiders have all the access to information, security and influence; his promise is to throw open the doors amid an ecstasy of social change. His books dream about the tearing down and rebuilding of whole structures – pooling national resources for welfare, health and education, dismantling federal departments and enlisting private providers to help with all sorts of new services in an attempt to make government assistance local, instead of national.
Simons’s essay canvasses the biggest ideas in Civilising Global Capital and Latham’s subsequent works, from higher education (where he advocates a system similar to that introduced last year by the Howard government and opposed by Labor) to taxation (where he proposes an entirely new system based around an all encompassing consumption tax).
Having embarked upon this navigation through Latham’s ideas, Simons feels that they have not been discussed or publicised sufficiently by the Canberra press gallery (a disparate group of several hundred people to whom she ascribes a casual amorphousness).
Why do the journalists persist, she asks, with their small-minded scrounging for detail about Latham’s policy announcements instead of looking to his books? Surely she is not alone, she wonders, in hungering for big ideas?
Early in her piece, Simons mentions that she once “halted a political argument” at a dinner party simply by whipping out Latham’s book From the Suburbs and reading out the first few pages. “The silence afterwards lasted for minutes,” she reports. “It was both alarmed and impressed. ‘There are more ideas there’, said one of the people present, ‘than I have heard in politics for years.’”
Reading this, I resolved immediately that if ever in future I find myself inviting Margaret Simons to dinner, I shall certainly frisk her at the door. Then I tried to picture how Latham himself might have responded had he been sitting at the dinner table with Simons and her friends. Latham has always been impatient with well-heeled lefties and latte-sippers who invest their time agonising about “abstract” issues outside the experience or interest of suburban Australia. These are the very people who, finding themselves in reasonably comfortable circumstances, can afford the time to fret about the absence of big ideas from public debate.
But it’s not enough for the intellectually hungry to want big ideas; Latham won’t win until the actually hungry want them too. Which brings us to the central problem in reporting Mark Latham: do we concentrate on his big ideas, and rest in the knowledge that our newspapers will regularly silence the dinner parties of the intelligentsia? Or do we take the less exalted route, and pester him for prosaic detail, and let the dinner parties contemplate dessert?
“As I write, Latham is under attack for not releasing key policies, particularly on tax and welfare. I believe that his books, which I will come to later, indicate the direction in which those policies might move. I am surprised so few political journalists seem to have looked at them,” writes Simons at one point. This is a neat illustration of the cross purposes at which Simons finds herself vis-à-vis the daily news media. The journalists concerned (Simons does not name them, but with a flourish of her pen includes everyone with a press gallery address) may well have believed that Latham’s tax policy would provide valuable and solid clues as to how Latham’s big ideas would survive the transition into policy. Or that the best way to translate Latham’s insider/outsider analysis to the public might first be to get some tin-tacks information about who exactly the outsiders were, in his estimation – was it the people on $70,000 a year? Or the ones on $25,000 a year? Such questions are of humble interest, presumably, to those for whom financial matters are finely balanced each week.
We do not know if that is what the journalists thought; Simons did not ask them. But the question about the durability of Latham’s ideas turned out to be the biggest-ticket item of them all.
The bald truth of it is that on 2 December 2003, Mark Latham stopped being an author and started being a leader. And more profoundly for his own purposes, he also stopped being an outsider and started life on the inside, full-time.
This goes part of the way towards explaining why the press gallery might have placed a higher premium on his contemporary views than on extracts from Civilising Global Capital (another part of the explanation is that Latham himself was careful, under early questioning, to draw a line under his past work).
Life as an outsider is tough, what with the bad pay and conditions and never getting a say in anything, but life as an insider has its complications too; the complications associated with being in charge. For Latham, it was easy to diagnose from the outside what was wrong with his party and the government of his country – as easy as it is for Simons to articulate from the outside her disappointment with the way the press gallery reports national politics.
But when outsiders are forced by circumstance to come inside, everything changes. I remember reading Simons’s book on the press gallery, Fit To Print, as a very junior News Limited gallery journalist in 1999. I remember enjoying it, but finding the world she described difficult for me to recognise; she seemed to have spent most of her time interviewing or discussing several high-end elite journalists of the press gallery, none of whom had much to do with me or my peers. Simons was an outsider, but on a visit to the inside promptly cleaved to the established order she found there.
Mark Latham’s journey to the inside, for his part, has presented him with the serious and intractable problems associated with factional realpolitik. These demand the diplomatic blurring of sharp edges to mollify interests within the party, and the snipping and lopping of big ideas to fit them to the exigencies of a short campaign.
Simons does pause to reflect on the shortcomings of the insider/outsider theory; the porousness of its boundaries, and the complications incurred in traversing them. “I suspect that in time this [insider/outsider] model will become both Latham’s greatest strength and his greatest weakness,” she writes, with considerable perspicacity.
Simons’s general thesis, however, is that journalists could have understood far more about the likely Latham agenda had they only relied upon his body of writing as a guide. The experience of the campaign, and the body of policy Latham subsequently produced, does not support the thesis.
She is right to be excited; Latham’s are arresting ideas, but Civilising Global Capital is like an exotic, mesmerising cookbook written by a man whose larder is full of baked beans. Latham’s election policies, in the end, offered a fairly traditional mix of targeted spending and reform. The Labor tax plan, despite the entreaties of journalists, was not released until well into the campaign – a piece of timing which Latham is reported now to regret.
When it did appear, it offered a workmanlike and realistic re-arrangement of the existing system; modest tax cuts to those earning less than $52,000 annually, a modicum of income-splitting and some steps towards addressing the poverty traps from which Coalition eyes have largely been averted for eight years. Necessarily, these steps involved making life tougher in certain circumstances for some very low-income earners. It is unlikely that this impost “changed their understanding of what it is to be poor”. Possibly, it just annoyed them. Either way, the hordes neither rallied nor rioted.
Elsewhere, Labor offered to redistribute money from rich schools to poor ones, to increase subsidies for child-care, and to pay the hospital costs of the over-75s. Medicare Gold was easily the biggest-picture promise of the lot, and certainly the one which gets closest to Latham’s ideas about utilising private sector capacity for public service. (I thought it was a good idea, which puts me right in the frame for being an idiot who missed the mood, I suppose.)
But it’s still a long way from Civilising Global Capital.
This is not to suggest that Labor’s policies were slapdash, or cursory. They were, however, planned and constructed with a mixture of idealism and realism, and were always going to be, which is why Latham’s past writings could never be more than a rough guide.
I would like to know what Simons thinks of the policies that were eventually produced, and whether they satisfied her hunger for big ideas. Her frustration seems to stem from a suspicion that journalists wilfully avoided Latham’s past work out of obstinacy, or anti-intellectualism; I think the more likely explanation is that daily journalism must always rely on the freshest information, and most of its practitioners are aware of how quickly, in politics, the plates can shift. Their responsibility is to the reader or viewer who, in a day increasingly encroached upon by the bracket creep of work and family, might be able to spare only five minutes to think about politics.
Sometimes, it doesn’t even take that long; witness the merciless potency of image in this campaign, be it tattooed arms slapping a prime minister on the back, or the violence implicit in a handshake.
The 9 October defeat, meanwhile, abandoned Mark Latham to the dispiriting supervision of internecine wrangles over party positions. This is the ultimate business of insider trading – the real kind, the kind that involves venal and grubby exchanges over devalued goods; what Don Dunstan on his deathbed in 1999 called “handing out the measly spoils of defeat”. One can only imagine how annoying this must be for Latham, who must now work twice as hard to convince a divided caucus of his big ideas.
One of the best parts of Simons’s essay is her account of a private moment which goes a long way towards explaining what is good about Mark Latham. Simons attended a post-budget community forum in Caboolture on 19 May, and heard the case put to Latham by Maree Newman, an articulate and overworked grandmother juggling the care of her sick husband, her parents, her disabled child and her grandchildren.
Simons checked back with Newman and discovered, four weeks afterward, that Latham had called her personally to tell her he was adopting her ideas and would be announcing them as policy during the campaign. This little parable demonstrated the real passion Latham has for plugging outsiders into the system, and for conceiving himself as their mouthpiece and their saviour.
Watching Latham at the forum, Simons thinks – then laughs at herself – then writes anyway that there was a vague messianic touch to what Latham was doing. Certainly, Latham’s fierce solicitude for the people the system doesn’t see has a certain biblical zeal. Businesspeople and his own colleagues regularly find him prickly and unapproachable, but the community forums are the place to see the best Mark Latham, the Mark Latham who doesn’t get tetchy or bored, or frustrated, but whose mind is racing with ways in which he can serve.
It’s a good start, because in the months ahead he’ll need the patience of a saint, and – more importantly – twice the humility.
Annabel Crabb
LATHAM’S WORLD
Correspondence
Margaret Simons’s masterful essay on Mark Latham ends on a discomforting note. On the one hand – as she observes ruefully – Australia’s self-styled intelligentsia has almost entirely missed the point of Latham’s “crazy-brave” assault on our inherited political verities from the 1980s and ’90s, and failed to offer the kind of moral support it required. Indeed, for all their vaunted capacity for empathy and imagination, our contemporary legion of high-self-esteem-plagued “knowledge-workers” have on the whole exhibited an almost heroic incapacity to evince sympathy for the bleached backyards of Australia’s suburbs and provinces, and the local, humdrum concerns of those who live there. And so, what could be called the “new suburbanism” of Latham – an attempt to connect with the anxieties and tribulations of those seeking to build families and futures out of their own resources in a time of unremitting social, cultural and gender based change – has passed by largely bereft of a sympathetic hearing from those who’ve devoted their lives to “social issues” of a grander variety. Instead, we were told again and again that the “real” issues of election 2004 were the two great knowledge-workers’ cris de coeur – the asylum seekers issue and the war in Iraq. (What a sad, self-indulgent fantasy that was.)
On the other hand, Simons hints, those self-same denizens of suburbia who might have much to gain from listening to Latham’s pitch will probably fear to make the imaginative leap required at the ballot-box. As she puts it, in her third last paragraph:
For decades, voters have been told that the main job of politicians is to manage the economy – a topic in which few voters feel qualified. I doubt if Latham will be able to convince them that it is now acceptable to vote on the basis of social issues, and the concrete issues that directly affect their lives, however much they might want to.
Simons’s misgivings were soundly based. The opinion-page pundits were, generally speaking, embarrassingly wide of the mark. And the punters – while, as the polls suggest, they toyed with it, from early 2004 right through to the early weeks of the election campaign – ultimately rejected the Latham experiment in a fairly decisive fashion, and very likely for at least some of the reasons Simons suggested. It’s now cast-iron common sense in the Labor Party that the party’s failure in 2004 was caused by its perceived lack of economic credibility, and, by implication, by the kind of hard-boiled policy language associated with that. Few people – even hard-heads in the smoke-filled backrooms of the ALP – were saying that, audibly, at least, a few short months ago. Simons was.
Indeed – remarkably, for someone who makes no pretence of expertise in political punditry – Simons’s is one of the few pre-election 2004 forays that survives the cold gale of 9 October almost entirely intact. I think it’s clear that Simons was spot-on in her analysis of Latham’s novelty, and of the reasons why this novelty was underestimated. She was also very close to the mark in her instincts as to why his charge at the Lodge would fail – and fail in such a personally humiliating fashion that he is now being publicly touted as a doomed leader, a mere twelve months after his accession.
And so Latham’s World requires little in the way of post-election revision in the light of events. Instead, I want to offer a couple of brief thoughts – one by way of update, and the other by way of sympathetic criticism.
The update is necessarily tentative, but easily enough expressed. As Simons suggests more delicately than I feel able to, the intelligentsia has largely been out to lunch for the last few years in this country. Ever since the nineteenth century it’s been a defining trait of the higher professions to be preoccupied by questions of political conscience and morality ahead of those of interest and personal security, by the global at the expense of the local, by the grand vision rather than the reassuring gesture. (To this day the present prime minister’s most oft-mocked comment remains his pledge to make Australians feel “more relaxed and comfortable” about themselves – surely an innocuous comment, by any ordinary standard.) From the Factory Acts through the Boer War and post-World War pacifism to the Vietnam Moratorium and Iraq, all that’s changed has been the political label. Over the last few years a curious conjunction of events – first the precipitous demise of the Labor settlement of the ’80s and ’90s, and the confident, outward-looking image of the country sometimes associated with it, then the Tampa, the detention centres and the Iraq war – has sent this tendency into a kind of moral overdrive, to the point that it’s now almost impossible to distinguish extra-parliamentary political opposition in this country from moral-aesthetic revulsion.
It may, just possibly, be that the 2004 election marks a slowing-down of this tendency, and even some kind of recognition that the experience of a tertiary education and an interest in the arts in itself provides no special expertise either in questions of politics or morality. As one small swallow in this approaching summer I’d offer the implicit post-election self-revision of Robert Manne – nowadays the de facto newspaper columnist of the leftish intelligentsia – published in the Fairfax broadsheets a week after the election. After some fairly uninspired commentary on the Prime Minister’s predilection for “conservative populism” (populism being the word you use for successful political ideas of which you disapprove), Manne frankly confesses his discovery that “many of the issues of greatest concern to us” – meaning the liberal-left intelligentsia – “are of little interest or are even anathema to the majority of our fellow citizens”. There is now a “fundamental contradiction” between the “political needs of Labor” and “the values of the left”, which “even the most eloquent flight of fancy cannot wish away”.
Of course, for Manne this doesn’t mean the left itself has any real soulsearching to do about its own political priorities and moral values. (Matters of conscience are rarely debatable, after all.) Rather, it means that the need of the Labor Party to address itself as an aspiring party of government to the concerns of a majority of Australians, and the need of the leftish intelligentsia to plough its own moral furrow, regardless of “populist” considerations, requires that the two groups now part company. And so Manne concludes with a (hardly original) clarion-call for “action independent of government and outside the framework of party politics”. The positive message may be rather feeble, but there is at least an implied recognition that the poet by nature, like the poet by profession, is not, after all, the “unacknowledged legislator of mankind”.
The sympathetic criticism is more complicated to explain, and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to express it adequately here. But I’ll try. I agree wholeheartedly with Simons that Latham’s attention to what could be called “new suburban” issues – around personal financial autonomy and security, family and gender roles, the “crisis of masculinity”, and so on – is a potentially fruitful policy vein for Labor, as indeed for anyone interested in the lives and hopes of ordinary Australians generally. And like Simons – if perhaps for somewhat different reasons – I fear a return to the economic verities of the 1980s and 1990s, whose fruits have (in my view) very largely been exhausted.
But there’s still a gulf between these two paired instincts and Simons’s conclusion about “the social” and “the economic”, as quoted above, and personally speaking I’m deeply reluctant to leap it. Throughout the ’80s and ’90s the liberal intelligentsia was as contemptuous of Labor’s economic preoccupations as it is now of the economic and security anxieties of the electorate more broadly. Again, there’s a deadly weight of history here. Ever since the nineteenth-century bohemian intellectuals rejected the “soulless materialism” of their middle-class parents (even as they lived off the allowances generated by it), there’s been a deep instinct among the “knowledge-working” professional classes in favour of “the social”, and against “the economic”, as a way of understanding life, morality and personal relations. It’s another incarnation of what Simons quotes Latham himself as describing (acutely) as the “theoretical” bias of intellectual Tourists in societies like ours: their propensity for dividing the world into rarefied oppositions, and then – as if in a fit of intellectual terror – siding with the term which seems to signify life, warmth, culture and happiness (as opposed to mean and petty pragmatism, bean-counting and calculation).
I’m not suggesting that these thought-processes underpin Simons’s own instincts here, exactly – her analysis is far too generous-spirited for that. Yet when she suggests, as in the quote above, that the punters will stick with voting on the basis of economic imperatives because they’re told to, even though “social issues” are actually “the concrete issues that directly affect their lives”, I think Simons is selling the punters somewhat short. Economic issues matter to ordinary Australians not because they’re told they should, or merely because it’s conventional to think them so. Less still do they matter (as is often tacitly assumed by critical commentators, if not by Simons) because of the supposed limited moral imaginations of ordinary folks. (As if a talent for thinking in abstractions were actually a kind of virtue.) In large measure, economic issues are social issues in most people’s lives.
Inner-city professionals these days have investment advisers, and managed funds; they own investment properties, and plan for their retirement with all the precision of NASA planning a space voyage. And so – even when they’re rather more heavily mortgaged than might be considered prudent – it’s actually quite easy for them to abstract themselves from the impact of interest rates on their lives. They’re just another risk that’s been built into the personal finance equation.
But if you live on a brand-new block in the outer suburbs of one of our major cities, with a brand-new, modest-sized swimming pool and a family car and a few of the mod cons, and you’ve got repayments due on all of them every other week, and you’ve got young kids, and you want better for them than you had yourself when you were young ...then the prevailing rate of interest isn’t just an economic issue – it goes to the very fabric of your life. It affects the way you look at the front lawn, even the taste of the morning cereal. It’s about your ability to get things together in your life, to stand on your own two feet, maybe even to get ahead in the world. And most important of all, the ever-fluctuating value of that family home – your managed fund and your super, all rolled into one – is a simple, brutal calculus of your ability to provide a nest-egg for the children, your inter-generational transfer of assets, that most sacred of Australian familial traditions.
And so, to cut a long story short, I suspect Latham’s (and Labor’s) problem isn’t replacing an emphasis on social issues with one on economic issues, or vice versa. Rather, it’s to do with Labor’s capacity to project a sense of the relationship between the two. Interest rates, after all, are a pretty potent symbol of life on the suburban fringe right now. They betoken a modest affluence in return for effort, and a gradual ascent into economic security and autonomy. Or they betoken all the troubles and anxieties that hit families in times of turmoil and crisis – relationship trouble, stress and tension, alcohol abuse, breakdown. They’re virtually every other rung in that fabled “ladder of opportunity”. It may not be quite right to suggest – as the hard-nosed types in the ALP are suggesting right now – that Latham’s “new suburban” vision prior to 9 October 2004 was too broad. Actually, it might not have been quite broad enough.
David Burchell
LATHAM’S WORLD
Correspondence
By the time of the ALP National Conference at the end of January 2004, I’d heard of at least six authors intending to write about my then boss, the Labor leader, Mark Latham. They were: former Bulletin columnist, Bernie Lagan; bright young Age journalist, Annabel Crabb; conservative commentator, Michael Duffy; experienced Melbourne journalists, Barry Donovan and Craig McGregor; and respected writer, Margaret Simons. As Mark’s speechwriter, I was someone they approached for precious inside information and to ask whether it was true that Mark wrote his own speeches. I was of course coy about both. A number of us on staff were authorised to offer the authors limited help, on the basis that politically sensitive material and confidential internal discussions about tactics and strategy were off-limits. Mark himself agreed to be interviewed by some of the writers, a few of whom, like Margaret Simons, had followed our “Opportunity Express” up and down the east coast of Australia in the early months of the year. From the start, though, and despite the patent injustice of it all, Simons was never going to get “access”.
It’s not true, as Simons consoles herself, that all journalists who took a “sitdown, in-depth” approach were getting the same response as she did – no interview. If we weren’t interested in deep background pieces, why had we granted so much access to Bernie Lagan, who got far more than the single, reluctant and desultory interview granted to some others? It’s true Lagan was working on a longer biography, perhaps more analogous to an extended piece of journalism – something a hard-working political media office staffed by former journalists could easily relate to and see direct benefit from. It’s also true that, as a respected press gallery veteran, Lagan could be trusted to play by “Canberra rules”. But why then was access granted to Michael Duffy – a non-press gallery conservative intellectual, so trusted by the political right and the Howard-stacked ABC board that he was appointed to the official new position of “right-wing Phillip Adams” at Radio National? Mark Latham even went on Duffy’s Counterpoint program (yes, a counterpoint to the so-called Labor-friendly lefties at the ABC) to argue with retired colonels and other angry talkback callers.
The reasons for the ban on Simons were not really articulated or even fully conscious, but were instinctive and inevitable. They were a product of the chasm of distrust that now exists between the leadership of the Federal Parliamentary Labor Party and the intellectuals and writers of the left – a gap which has been widening every day since the defeat of the Keating government in 1996.
Why would a Labor leader talk to one of Labor’s natural enemies like Duffy but not a traditional friend like Simons? Perceptions of “friends” and “enemies” have been reversed. As often happens on the anti-conservative side of politics, particularly when passionate moral issues are involved, a war against the right usually turns into a civil war within the left. Tampa was our Spain and the mistrust persists. And as usual in such conflicts, the blame lies with both sides.
Ultimately, Margaret Simons was denied access because of the expectation (radically unfounded as it turned out) that Labor would get a bad write-up. It wasn’t an unreasonable assumption. Open a major newspaper on any day of the week and you will find Labor has few friends in the world of print. Contrast the assessments Mark Latham gets from the left with the assessments John Howard gets from the right. Right-wing commentators almost invariably defend the Coalition and slam Labor. Even former Labor ministers, staffers and national secretaries seem to spend as many of their precious column inches attacking Labor’s current political strategy as they do attacking the conservatives. This is perhaps inevitable and even desirable – one of the strong points of the intellectual left is its independence of spirit, something we’d all be worse off without. It seems, though, that virtually no one will defend the modern Labor Party. In my opinion, as someone with a foot in both the intellectual and political camps, this is a seriously underestimated problem for both. If the Australian left is to achieve its goal of getting rid of the neo-conservative Howard, it needs a Labor Party that can win elections again, and if the Labor Party is to win elections again, it needs champions who can interpret it sympathetically (truthfully, some might say) to the voters. Labor must reach out across this chasm, but both sides have to help bridge the gap.
By constantly attacking Labor, the left works against this purpose. Its charge that Labor lacks a belief system adds validity to Howard’s claim that Labor stands for nothing and will “flip flop” according to the polls (a deadly charge in the post September 11 world of conviction-driven politics). Its hero worship of Labor’s dissidents highlights the party’s internal divisions and encourages more members to “go native” (and as John Howard says, “If you can’t govern your own party, how can you govern the country?”). Its insistence that Labor adopt electorally suicidal policy positions in the name of political purity robs Labor of its support in crucial marginal electorates. To the poor bloody Labor infantry given the task of capturing Canberra, left-wing writers often resemble those World War I generals who ordered their troops into the barbed wire and machine-guns and then, when their mission inevitably failed, had the hide to execute every tenth man for cowardice in the face of the enemy. (And there’s sometimes more than a suspicion that their crazy orders are being given from some sumptuous chateau far behind the lines.) It’s obvious to anyone who travels the suburbs of Australia (as Margaret Simons did) and has access to the reports of political pollsters (whose margins of error are smaller than in the published polls) that Australia’s left-wing journalists and writers are out of touch, and often radically so. They’re living proof of the accuracy of Mark Latham’s theory that Australian politics is divided between insiders and outsiders, a theory Simons decodes so well in her essay.
The contrast with the right and its relationship with the Howard government could not be starker. The Howard government is far from ideologically consistent. Somewhere in Australia a right-wing intellectual sits bitterly disappointed at Howard’s betrayal of conservative flagship ideas – small government, low taxation, opposition to middle-class welfare – it’s just that she’ll seldom say so. Such points are usually left to pointy-headed economists in the business pages. The right are far cannier. They know that half a loaf is always better than none. By holding their fire on Howard for his betrayals (but never his slights – he never offends his backers), they’ve let him get to the position where now, with a Senate majority, he can implement his real ideological agenda and make it sound like common sense. As I write, conservative ministers, backed by equally conservative commentators, are calling upon John Howard to make abortion harder to obtain. Perhaps the revolution is only just beginning.
This victory is partly because right-wing commentators have led public opinion. They’ve helped Howard mould the times. The process has been simple and open. Starting as pseudo-academic articles in Paddy McGuinness’s Quadrant and the IPA Review, ideas travel down the intellectual food chain via broadsheet opinion columns, to Andrew Bolt and Piers Akerman and on to Alan Jones, John Laws and others. Like a brood of baby crocodiles flushed down a suburban toilet, these ideas have taken a subterranean journey through the sewers and emerged fully formed on main street, to devour the unwary. Listen to the punters from marginal electorates on talkback radio, read the reports of political focus groups, talk to your cab driver; they’re all repeating the opinions, boiled down to a populist essence, of some right-wing intellectual.
The left can’t sit back passively and let this happen if it’s serious about letting Labor challenge for power again. Dramatic changes of national political direction don’t come from the bundling together of a few smart ideas at election time. Labor can’t do it all on its own, even if it does everything right – which even it admits it hasn’t in recent years. Defeating John Howard needs a smarter approach from all who oppose what he stands for. I don’t mean something directly co-ordinated; intellectuals and writers should never accept political “guidance” or a party line. But it does mean they must wake up, take a sympathetic interest in what ordinary people believe, and work out some practical way of appealing to them.
The left can learn a lot from the successful tactics of the right. The US left already has. Many American “liberals” have woken up to the fact that the current dominance of the Congress by Republicans and their ideas didn’t come about by accident. The ideas of the think-tanks of the ’60s and ’70s quickly became the content of the talkback shock-jocks of the ’80s. They were then resold by the tabloid television commentators of the ’90s and pushed further by the Drudgelike bloggers of the noughties. This combination of simple ideas and populist flair has all but destroyed the link between the Democrats and their traditional bluecollar base. For two decades or more, right-wing ideas and their salesmen have seemed unassailable. At long last, though, the serious fight-back has started.
Liberal America has now started to counter-attack in a way that may promise eventual success. Although it didn’t get a John Kerry win this time, it will help create the preconditions of victories in the future. Former Clinton chief of staff Leon Panetta has established a new organisation, the Center for American Progress, that is neither think-tank nor media outlet but an attempt to both create ideas and disseminate them via the popular media. Other liberals have turned into successful populist commentators, publishing humorously written political books, like Al Franken’s Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them, that had a simple aim – getting George W. Bush out of the White House. Still others have become hosts on new liberal talkback radio networks. Mike Moore (who now sees the errors of his ways in helping to undermine Al Gore in 2000) has used Hollywood to reach out to millions through his committed, but populist, documentaries and books. Sick of being part of the problem, American liberals are becoming part of the solution. It’s a far cry from the often self-defeating ethical spasms of the Australian left.
I think the future for the Australian left and Labor comes down to this: taking politics seriously, and, more to the point, taking power seriously. Write these sorts of things, as I have recently, and you’ll get an immediate response in the letters pages: you have no principles; you are only interested in power; you are a visionless spin doctor. The Australian left needs to ask itself why it’s so afraid of power. What exactly is there to be afraid of? In a democracy, power is the very thing that is being legitimately contested. In a parliamentary democracy like ours, with its system of checks and balances, there’s nothing inherently sinister about power; it’s the means to an end – the democratic will harnessed to a set of philosophical beliefs. Paul Keating’s remark has now become a cliché, but it is true nonetheless: when the government changes, so does the nation. And how Howard has succeeded: using power to propose new ideas, change perceptions and lead public opinion (even if he sometimes does it in an underhanded way). John Howard didn’t go to the people in 1996 promising John Hewson’s Fightback, but look at how much of it he has managed to implement and how far the Australian people have been prepared to travel with him. John Howard’s success in changing Australia should make the Australian left realise that the only thing about power they should fear is its absence.
So there’s the lesson for the Australian left. Connect with the people – with their interests, their feelings and hopes for their families and themselves. Try to understand the electoral pressures that affect Labor’s policy positions.Win power. Then lead the way, intelligently, with the help of friends, in changing the political direction of the country.There’s nothing sinister about it. It’s called democracy, and it’s the only way to have something resembling a social democracy. If we begin from this standpoint, future writers like Margaret Simons can perhaps expect to get automatic access to the leader of the ALP. And who knows, Labor may even win federal government one day.
Dennis Glover
LATHAM’S WORLD
Correspondence
During the recent election campaign, journalists kept describing Mark Latham as “a work in progress”. I think they meant progress towards one day being prime minister. The Coalition had a similar line with a different spin. At present he was not a person “fit to hold office”, or in other words, “like us”.
Mark Latham has been a very difficult figure for conservative politicians and desultory journalists to have to confront. He is different. As Margaret Simons points out, he is a conviction politician, he understands how to use plain language and is “one of very few thinkers to have achieved political leadership”. In Canberra this is like letting a bear loose in a holiday camp.
What to do in this dangerous situation? The Coalition reaction was that the intruder had to be destroyed by whatever means possible. After the election it still is. Conservative columnists keep telling us that Latham might be another John Hewson and that the ALP is ill advised to keep him as leader.
The ALP reacted with mixed feelings, applauding Latham’s campaign performance, but uncertain about the strategy. Out of the comfort zone there’s a tendency to wonder where you’re going.
Some in the Canberra press gallery, having become accustomed to recycling ministerial press releases as “think pieces” and commentaries, found Latham’s style and ideas hard to handle. It’s not too difficult to imagine them thinking, this guy is different, there must be something seriously wrong with him. Perhaps it’s best to say he’s a work in progress.
Second-order columnists like the Australian’s Glen Milne coped by recycling gossip. Paul Kelly pondered on the meaning of it all, and strongly supported Latham’s tax and welfare package, which just happened to have had its origins in a seminar jointly sponsored by the Australian and The Melbourne Institute. Michelle Grattan managed to persuade herself and Fairfax that it was only a matter of time before Latham imploded. Hence the Age headline “Latham blows up” the morning after he gave a sharp answer to Laurie Oakes on the Sunday program.
I’m not suggesting that any of this was deliberately unfair to Latham. Rather that a lot of the press gallery seemed tired and lazy. By contrast Latham’s World is an essay of quality and an intriguing piece of diligent investigative journalism. Margaret Simons didn’t get to meet the man himself, so her story had to be constructed the hard way, from circumstantial evidence, pictures provided by others and her own analysis of this material.
Simons did what might have been expected. She investigated the gossip and allegations about Latham’s past and reached her own judgement about these matters. She weighed up all the evidence she could assemble about her subject’s character and personality. She observed him on television and, more importantly, at a community forum. And then she examined his ideas.
Sadly, intellectual rigour of this kind is not part of the regular practice or culture of contemporary Australian political journalism. That the essay was written in difficult circumstances with the topic a constantly moveable feast is an encouraging sign that professionalism still exists, albeit out of the mainstream.
Of Latham’s character and personality the best side is the challenge which comes from his intellect and commitment, the flashes of humour, the use of straightforward language, the empathy and humility displayed at his community forums. There’s another side, much of it best illustrated by past rather than contemporary events. Simons observes, for example, that in his time at Liverpool Council he was “rude”, even “cruel” to his predecessors. Latham admits this, blaming stress and political hurly-burly. More ongoing is his narcissism and controlling personality, which no doubt make it difficult for colleagues. But there are always crosses to bear. As the journalist Adrian McGregor perceptively observed when Kim Beazley became leader in 1996, “Kim Beazley is the first Labor leader since Chifley without a serious personality disorder.” A political party often gets the leaders it deserves.
Leadership is rare and obvious when it is around. A controlling personality is relatively common and should be discouraged. It is fair to ask whether it has worked for Latham. He has only been leader for ten hectic months and became leader with cross-factional support. He seems to have squandered some of the initial goodwill which arose from his good parliamentary performance. His election campaign was impressive in parts, but if he controlled the agenda for that, he clearly got some of it wrong. There was plenty of tactics and not much strategy. And nobody seems to have been controlling with a steady hand the caucus debacle since the election. So without overdoing it he has to get back on top of all that internal party stuff. It will take time and patience. His “tutor” Gough Whitlam had to put up with it for years.
Margaret Simons suggests that Latham tends to divide ideas and policies into two sections; the first is about the economy, the second about society (mutual obligations and values). The Hawke-Keating governments took care of the first section; Latham developed policies and attitudes to accommodate the second. Eight years have passed by since the end of the Hawke-Keating era. For most of that time there has been nothing by way of a robust critique from the ALP of the Coalition’s economic management.
Partly this was because the parliamentary party was unsure whether it accepted the re-structuring of the ’80s and the opening of the economy or not. The Coalition had no such hesitation. Latham and the party must now understand that the ladder of opportunity has to rest on a firm footing if the voters are going to put their feet on the bottom rungs. It surprises me that Latham seems to have thought otherwise or ignored this unpleasant reality.
This seems a touch Whitlamesque.
There are two other observations which emerge from this essay. First, it is pretty clear that Latham doesn’t suffer fools gladly. This is a pity because he has a few of them in his new shadow cabinet. In the past he’s had a few words about parliamentary colleagues which some have condemned but which to me seemed remarkable for their political astuteness.
Latham is also said to be a hater, which is seen to be an uncharitable characteristic. A couple of years ago Latham even said that he hated the Coalition, a remark which led Tony Abbott to pompously admonish Latham in the parliament. Hatred, Abbott said, was not an appropriate emotion for a member of the House of Representatives. This must depend on who and what one hates and why. Is it so unreasonable to hate certain values and hate the perpetrators of values totally repugnant to one’s own? Indeed it is arguable that the ALP Opposition before Latham took over as leader was too polite and pussy-footed with the Howard government because it lacked a clear sense of philosophical difference. This suited the Tony Abbotts of this world fine.
Latham’s World provides a lucid and interesting account of his background and ideas, of paradigms of insiders and outsiders, Tourists and Residents.
Some of this came out during the election campaign, particularly the How green was my valley stuff. With Latham’s passion for ideas this is hopefully an evolving story which will broaden with time. There are, for example, a whole lot of interesting community values out there in the bush to which the ALP ought to be giving some thought.
What is perhaps missing from this essay is that part of Latham’s world known as the ALP, of which he is a member and the leader. This is understandable. In a short time it would have been impossible and unwise to step into this minefield. Latham believes that politics has the power to change people’s lives. But to do this you need a political party which is in touch with the community and which has a parliamentary membership representative of a wide range of backgrounds and experience. This is not so. The factional system values mediocrity above ability, and loyalty (to the faction) above life experience. It makes for an inward-looking rather than an outward-looking party. There is plenty of evidence that the public recognises this, but the factional leaders don’t want to know about it. Latham by contrast reaches out to the community with his forums, a genuine innovation in contemporary politics. Perhaps he should start by teaching some of his less radical and less imaginative colleagues how to do it.
John Button
WHITEFELLA JUMP UP
Correspondence
The Ball Owns Me
for Germaine Greer with kind regards
My great grand-uncle invented haute couture. Tiens,
I am related to Je Reviens!It is the line of Worth, Grandmother’s family
that excuses me from chic. It’s been done for me.When Worths from Coolongolook, both Koori and white,
came out of Fromelles trenches on leave from the fightthey went up to Paris and daringly located
the House of Worth. At the doors, they hesitated –but were swept from inquiry to welcome to magnificence:
You have come around the world to rescue France,dear cousins. Nothing is too good for you!
Feast now and every visit. Make us your rendezvous.I checked this with Worths, the senior ones still living:
Didn’t you know that? they said. Don’t you know anything?
Les Murray
MISSION IMPOSSIBLE
Response to Correspondence and Update
Amman, 1 August: The reason for writing about the tribes is that they are virtually ignored by those with their hands on the levers of power in post-war Iraq and they get scant attention from the international media. Yet, as a crucial power-base they need to be understood and reckoned with if the new Iraq is to find the kind of peace and security in which a new nation might be built. Anthony Bubalo is right when he says that the Americans are “damned if they do and damned if they don’t” – the pity is that despite its huge resources, the US didn’t take this into account in its planning for the aftermath of invasion. The tribes and the mosques were the only institutional forces left standing by the Americans – they disbanded the country’s military; they left in tatters its bureaucracy, legal system and economy; and all members of the Baath Party, no matter how useful their skills might be, were drummed out of government positions. As the US still grapples with the hostility of the reception it received across Iraq, the result, notwithstanding the appointment of the Allawi interim government, is a power vacuum in which the tribes and the mosques have had a head-start to reassert themselves.
Bringing the tribes into the nation-rebuilding process would empower them, but leaving them out runs the risk of empowering them even more – as we are seeing. Bubalo presumes that the tribes might have only a negative impact on the new Iraq, but many of my interviews have revealed just how welcoming the tribes were towards the US, confirming a substantial reservoir of goodwill that the Americans might have exploited, even if the outcome was to be a “peculiarly Iraqi solution”, to borrow the words used by the US military chief, Lieutenant General Ricardo Sanchez, when he speculated on the likely outcome of efforts to defuse the US clash with the renegade Shiite leader Moqtada al-Sadr in April this year. This is a region in which the tribes still have a significant say in how countries are run. To varying degrees, all the regimes here are autocratic, but unless the sheikhs bless the autocrat, the regime can run into serious difficulty. It’s worth noting that in Jordan the late King Hussein was masterful in his recognition and inclusion of the tribes; but his successor, the young King Abdullah II, doesn’t have the same finesse. Now there are mutterings among the Jordanian sheikhs.
I’m writing from Amman, where analysts tell me that last week’s demonstration by the Adwan tribe – in which tribesmen rallied outside a company’s Amman office, warning that they would behead its executives unless the company abandoned its contracts in Iraq as demanded by Iraqi hostage-takers – was as much a protest at the new king’s failure to deal with the tribes as it was a pragmatic tribal response to the imminent death of two of their tribesmen. It is a measure of the power of the Adwan, angered at their exclusion from Jordan’s by-regal-appointment-only senate, that the company took only forty minutes to comply with the tribe’s demand. Equally, in the impoverished south of Jordan, there are fears that the king’s neglect of the tribes is making them more tolerant, if not welcoming, of al-Qaeda operatives and their associates seeking refuge from neighbouring Saudi Arabia.
Bubalo misses the point altogether when he quotes Dr Faleh Jabar on Ottoman Iraq being the “graveyard of the tribes” and Robert Fernea on the difficulties the tribes have faced under autocratic regimes. The reality is that they still exist as a force and, as they are demonstrating today, they have survived the greatest autocrat of modern Iraq – Saddam. Sounds like bedrock to me. Bubalo’s four-word quote from Jabar may do the Iraqi sociologist a disservice, if the content of a collection he edited in 2002 is any guide. I’m on assignment and I don’t have access to the book, but I’ve been able to read the on-line publisher’s review of Tribes and Power: Nationalism and Ethnicity in the Middle East (Saqi Books, 2002) which gives a different take altogether on where Jabar sits in this debate. It’s worth quoting:
The advance of centralized polities, modern technology and the market economy, among other reasons, have clearly modified the tribe – sometimes beyond recognition. But tribes are not “passive” entities, for they have a life of their own; they flexibly mutate, producing various new forms of tribalism in the process and providing a platform for social, economic and political action. This platform has been allowed to expand and become more complex, despite the fact that authoritarian regimes have attempted to co-opt tribes through control and coercion. Nobility of lineage, tribal allegiance and other aspects of tribalism have been reactivated or restructured to replace an eroded “modern” revolutionary legitimacy. The “new” tribes are politically savvy, adaptable and capable of playing for power.
Yesterday I dined with tribal elders in an ancient castle at Karak, high above the Dead Sea in the south of Jordan, and in keeping with the definition of contemporary tribes above, their preoccupation was how to extract money from the Jordanian government for a sound-and-light show and other crowd-pleasers for the remote castle. Most tour guides refer to this imposing fortress as a “Crusader” castle, but my host called it “Saladin’s” castle. His point was that it was the Arab warrior Saladin who drove out the Crusaders. Over a traditional mensaf lunch, this sheikh of the Majali tribe explained that the tribes of Karak predated all the foreign forces that had occupied the city and its citadel – from the ancient Natabeans to the more recent twelfth-century arrival of the Crusaders and, later, the Mamluks and the British – and that the tribes were still a force to be reckoned with. The Ottomans had executed three of his forefathers in the castle; and, after lunch, he showed me the jailhouse in which he himself had been imprisoned briefly. With an air that bordered on smugness, he told me, “We are eating in the same place where Saladin ate.” Yes, he said, there was an elected city council in Karak; but it was dominated by the tribes. He acknowledged that in Jordan there were two codes of law – tribal and notionally democratic – but added: “The way it works, is that as long as we can resolve issues according to tribal law, the government is happy to leave us to our own devices.”
It would be dangerous to get too carried away with the romance of Lawrence of Arabia. But putting him back on the bookcase, as Bubalo urges, would be more dangerous. The reason for invoking his spirit is not to invoke David Lean hoopla so much as T.E. Lawrence’s tenacious demonstration that a foreigner could work with the Arab tribes and, more importantly, that the tribes could agree to work with a foreigner. Today’s Iraqi sheikhs complain bitterly about the inability of the US to treat them in accordance with their elaborate sense of dignity and respect. But Lawrence, in the words of an analyst here, “wore our clothes, sat on the floor with us, ate our food and learnt our language”. John Negroponte, the new US Ambassador in Baghdad, doesn’t have to go that far, and neither should he concede on every tribal demand, but he and the Allawi interim government do have to deal them in.
When King Hussein introduced what passes for democracy in Jordan in 1989, the first reaction of the sheikhs was that they did not want it because the appointment of a prime minister and a cabinet would reduce their access to the king. Their argument was that they already had a voice in a system in which the king had taken responsibility for everything, so why should they have to be responsible through the ballot box. Jordan now operates with system of government that, at best, might be described as a stepping-stone towards democracy – its senate and prime minister are appointed by the king, the cabinet is appointed by the prime minister and it has an ineffectual elected lower house, none of whose members can serve as prime minister or as members of the cabinet. Iraq had a similar arrangement under its British-appointed monarchy.
Bubalo is welcome to suggest that “we change the paradigm”. He acknowledges that there is little democracy in the Middle East and that the Washington notion of a “democratic beachhead” in the region is flawed, and he pleads for the desire of individuals “to have their say”. But the US has demonstrated a failure to understand the realpolitik of the existing paradigm, which leaves it in the same position as the American who, in the Irish joke, asks for directions to the post office – “Oh, I wouldn’t start here …” his Dublin friend tells him. Indeed, as Bubalo says, there are nascent democratic stirrings in Iran and in Saudi Arabia. The activists behind these stirrings have a huge struggle ahead of them, but they are locally driven and they do not suffer from the handicap of their Iraqi counterparts – attempting to put down roots in the face of a much-loathed foreign occupation. Bubalo argues that historically “tribalism was less the cause of state failure …” – but to the extent that regimes in the region succeed, the tribes have been a reason for their survival.
He trots out the latest Iraq slogan from the US: “what happens next in Iraq will depend not on the US, but, quite rightly, on Iraqis themselves.” But it is naive to assume that the US no longer exercises great power in Iraq or that it bears no responsibility for what unfolds, or that it is not attempting to shape the outcome. Its power is inordinate – it still has 150,000 troops in the country, and just who it allows to come to the table, by the application of its military, diplomatic and financial clout, will have a huge bearing on how Iraqis decide their fate and the extent of their pain and suffering along the way.
Likewise, his talk of “love and loathing” of the Arabs is a nonsense. My comments on the Baghdad press were intended not so much to denounce them as to remark on former US administrator Paul Bremer’s habit of referring to their existence as proof of democracy at work. But the truth of the new Iraqi media is that as hostages to the narrow agenda of one party or another, they fail as tools of democracy. And for all the shortcomings of the Western press, it is absurd to compare them to the Iraqi media.
A more useful comparison with the West would examine the role of vested interests in politics. Bubalo is correct to note the self-serving nature of the tribes, but he doesn’t take the next step – if the tribes have a power-base in Iraqi society, it would be foolhardy not to acknowledge them, in the same way that any significant and self-serving power-base would be acknowledged in the West. I have no antipathy for the good intentions of the many Iraqis who have unquestionable democratic aspirations, but it would be negligent not to examine their ability to achieve democracy in the turbulent environment created by the US invasion and against benchmarks of expectation that have been set not by me, but by the US and its Coalition. The same applies with the tribes – we need to explore in detail what the proponents of democracy are up against.
I suppose one way to get readers’ attention is by an admitted opening cheap shot. But Anthony Bubalo buries an even cheaper one in the body of his critique – his suggestion that I confined my interviews to a “convenient sample” to make the story work. Wherever I go in Iraq, I make it my business to tap into the tribes, but the broader context in which I wrote was informed by interviews with perhaps a dozen Iraqi and regional experts and countless ordinary Iraqis. After reading Bubalo on Mission Impossible, it was difficult to know where to begin in response – because, despite his irritable tone, he agrees with or endorses much of what I wrote. It seems his principal objection is that I didn’t write a different story.
Part II
So how might you find the post office in Baghdad? A good place to start is where worlds collide on the terrace at the Intercontinental Hotel on a balmy summer’s night in Amman. A singer croons “New York, New York”, but crashing through Sinatra’s signature song is the thump of tribal drums from a wedding party deep inside the hotel. Guiding the waiters as they spread an Arab feast before us, Mudher al-Kharbit looks just like the multi-millionaire businessman that he is – from the swatch of silk in the breast-pocket of his well-cut suit, all the way down to shoes of fine crocodile skin. He crouches in his chair, smoking incessantly. And as he slows to find the right English words, he fills the pauses in frustrated Arabic: “Yanni? Yanni?” – “You know? You know?” But listen carefully – on this night, late in July, there is no talk of business. Al-Kharbit is speaking as the influential paramount sheikh of the two-million-strong Dulame tribe and head of the al-Kharbit clan, which dominate the tortured territories of western Iraq – Falluja and Ramadi and the endless deserts of al-Anbar province.
Al-Kharbit claims that he wants Iraq to have strong ties to US, but he is embittered by the fracturing of his immediate family’s risky and covert relationship with the Americans. Readers of Mission Impossible may recall how, in the years before the war, the previous paramount sheikh of the Dulame and the younger half-brother of this man, Malik al-Kharbit, had been meeting secretly with US intelligence agents, briefing them on how to topple Saddam, pleading for help to mount a coup and even using their oil-services and construction business as a cover to ferry CIA agents into Iraq. But on 11 April, Sheikh Malik’s palatial home was bombed by the US, apparently after a tip-off that Saddam Hussein was hiding there. Sheikh Malik and twenty-one members of the family died. In interviews soon after the April 2003 bombing, family members denied that Saddam was in the house. What seemed to have been a genuine love affair with America had been shattered because, in the doomsday language of the tribes, “Blood was spilled.”
Over dinner in Amman, Mudher al-Kharbit reveals that one of the Americans’ most-wanted “deck of cards” had in fact been in the house at the time of the attack. It was Rokan Abd al-Ghafur Suleiman, Saddam’s personal bodyguard, who also oversaw the ousted dictator’s relationships with the Iraqi tribes. Al-Kharbit is unapologetic: “He came for shelter and, according to Arab tradition, we could not refuse. But did they have to bomb? They could have surrounded the house and arrested him.” Then, in an act of pure tribal one-upmanship, he recounts the fable of an ancient Arab warrior who killed his last horse so that he could feed his guests, before declaring: “History will remember that the al-Kharbits sacrificed twenty-two family members for the sake of our guest. It’s the tribal way.”
For now, al-Kharbit runs his Iraqi affairs by phone. He moves between the Intercontinental in Amman and his other home in Damascus, wary of returning to Iraq where another twenty-odd family members have been jailed as suspected insurgents. He is seized by tearful rage when he talks of a threat by a senior US officer to send the arrested al-Kharbit men to Guantanamo Bay and, after this, to start detaining the women of the clan. He spits his words: “If they start with the women, they will never see the end of it … and we will never be quiet. I have told our people it’s more honourable to shoot the women than to allow them to be taken prisoner.” The Jordanian dining with us is deeply troubled by all of this. He urges: “The Americans should be trying to win the tribes over. Instead, they kill half of this man’s family and they arrest the other half; and when he comes to talk to them, they demand that he take a polygraph test. If you don’t know how to live in this part of the world, the Bedouin and the tribes will teach you a very expensive lesson. They don’t care about the US election in November – they have been around for more than a thousand years, so they believe that time is on their side.”
In a crisis like this, there is no bargain basement, so it’s not surprising that al-Kharbit’s expectations are huge. This is a man who is seriously bidding for control of the military and of national security in the new Iraq. His confidence is unnerving as he confirms much of what the experts cited in Mission Impossible said to me, but the sheikhs themselves would not be drawn on – Mudher al-Kharbit admits to having the power to end the insurgency, but he refuses to do so.
My first inclination is to dismiss him. But the Jordanian observer, a veteran analyst of Iraqi affairs who prefers not to be named, warns that this would be dangerous. And al-Kharbit underscores his point: “An Iraqi decision without the al-Kharbits is not a decision.” And there are other indications: Iyad Allawi felt the need to see al-Kharbit when he came through Jordan on his first trip outside Iraq as its new prime minister; the sheikh produces a conciliatory letter from a US general pleading with him to return to Iraq to help end the violence; and there’s an intriguing cast of American, British and Jordanian intelligence agents in the stories he tells. Al-Kharbit was instrumental in the release of up to a dozen of the foreign hostages held by insurgent groups in Iraq in July. And he enumerates the critical role played by his clan in every convulsion in Iraq’s history, concluding: “[Before the coup] in 1968 the revolutionary army met in our house at Ramadi.” Over several meetings his rhetoric escalates – except that in Amman and Baghdad I’ve been warned repeatedly that al-Kharbit does not engage in mere rhetoric. He means what he says, I’m told. When he is reminded that Allawi is building a 40,000-strong army, he laughs: “Ha! That’s just a family brawl.” And when the security crisis besetting Iraq comes up, he chuckles to another Iraqi in our company: “That’s not resistance – we’ll make Vietnam look like a picnic.”
The average Washington neo-conservative will have as much difficulty accepting al-Kharbit’s terms for peace as he will the sheikh’s vision of a workable “democracy” in Iraq. But he demands that they test him: “Let them give me the most dangerous area of Iraq – al-Anbar province or Baghdad city – and I guarantee to make it quiet in twenty days or a month. If that works, I should be given control of the military and security services for all of Iraq.” Al-Kharbit explains that he is not insisting on an immediate US withdrawal from the province: “They can patrol the towns, but they should remove their bases from the centres – and after a couple of months they would have to withdraw altogether. And I promise this: once they sign an agreement with me, there will be no foreign fighters in Iraq – all the strangers will be told to go. Their welcome will be over and no others will be able to cross our borders.”
Then he proposes a new Iraq government of twin councils, one that would be made up of the born-to-rule, unelected tribal sheikhs and “other notables”, which would have responsibility for defense and security; and another council of popularly elected representatives that would have carriage of the remaining business of government. It sounds like a variation of the Jordanian system or, as a Briton who joined us for dinner observed dryly, “He wants to replicate the House of Lords!” Al-Kharbit has put all of this to the Americans, claiming he told them: “Don’t believe the reports now about me supporting the insurgents. But in one year’s time I will be No. 1 in the resistance.” It’s an unambiguous threat.
The band changes gear. They sing “Hotel California” as al-Kharbit announces that he has bought a ticket to Washington. He’ll have nothing to do with the US troops in Iraq and he dismisses Prime Minister Allawi and his interim government as “burnt”, but he wants to put his case directly to the Pentagon and the State Department. So far, however, there has been little headway in back-channel attempts to arrange for him to talk directly to Washington.
The day after dinner at the Intercontinental, I call Washington to test what I’m being told about the power of al-Kharbit and the Dulame tribe. I track down Amatzia Baram, an Iraq specialist at the University of Haifa and the Washington-based US Institute of Peace. Baram worries that US forces are overplaying their hand with al-Kharbit. He proffers that the sheikh is overstating his power, but not by much: “His family were trusted go-betweens on the most sensitive issues for Saddam Hussein and the late King Hussein of Jordan. He can’t stop all the resistance in Iraq, but in al-Anbar, and especially in Ramadi, he is very important. I have no doubt that he could reduce the resistance by as much as 85 per cent in Ramadi and maybe 35 per cent in other areas. In Falluja the response would depend on what he had to offer in return for peace. The only problem is that I don’t know if the US understands how useful he would be – if he could be bought off.”
Before al-Kharbit could pursue his Washington mission all hell broke loose in Ramadi, his hometown. The tribal sheikhs and US commanders in the city are at odds over just what sparked the late July eruption. Al-Kharbit says the fuse was lit by an American decision to force his 77-year-old uncle and fellow sheikh, Abdul Razak al-Kharbit, into exile. The US says “nonsense” and describes the Wednesday on which the fighting started as just another bloody-minded day for insurgents who ambushed a US supply convoy as it motored through Ramadi.
The Americans can’t go on as they are. Only days before the Ramadi eruption, the US officers in al-Anbar spoke of pulling back to base – they were sick of being shot at by insurgents who simply refuse to bow to US force. But they hoped too that the new Iraqi government and its security forces would fill the power vacuum. Not so – yet. The city went mad as news spread of the red-faced old man’s departure to Jordan, for whatever reasons and on whoever’s orders. In an email exchange, a military spokesman denied to me that a sheikh had been exiled, but days later a UPI reporter embedded with the US military in Ramadi quoted a senior intelligence officer to the effect that a high-profile member of the local community had been forced to choose between imprisonment in Abu Ghraib or exile in Qatar.
Businesses in Ramadi were quickly shuttered as the thunder of rocket-propelled grenades, mortars, bombs and machine-gun fire ripped through its streets and alleyways. The locals rigged deadly car and roadside bombs and threw up pre-planned ambushes; the Americans called in air-support and hundreds of US Marines poured in for what became a four-hour opening street battle. More than twenty-five people died and dozens more were injured or arrested.
As the sun set and the dust settled, US surveillance helicopters were thick in the air as small funeral processions made their way to local cemeteries. The US denied a local claim that one of its helicopters had been brought down, and the spokesman offered this emailed explanation of the detention of the al-Kharbit men: “Approximately 20 [people] were detained earlier this month, but only a small number of them are thought to be actual members of the al-Kharbit family. Four of the detainees were sent to Abu Ghraib for involvement in facilitating cross-border movement of insurgents, financing insurgent activity and threats to kill the Governor.” The clash didn’t let up, though. A week later, the insurgents launched a series of co-ordinated raids on US posts in and around the city, killing two Americans and wounding eleven more, and damaging two US aircraft. And a couple of days after the departure of the old man there was payback for his expulsion – in a brazen daylight attack the three teenage and older sons of the US-appointed provincial governor, Abdul Karim Burghis al-Rawi, were kidnapped and their home was torched, prompting al-Kharbit to opine: “It was a clean attack – they didn’t touch the women in the house.”
The closest the US has come to apologising for the death of twenty-two members of the al-Kharbit family in the sixteen months since the US occupation began is a carefully worded, unsigned letter in the name of Major General J.M. Mattis, of the First Marine Division, in Ramadi. A copy was delivered to al-Kharbit in Amman. It reads, in part: “There has been trouble between the Kharbit family and the Americans in the past, but men of vision look to the future and put the past behind them. We have both mourned our losses, and better understand each other’s points of view. We are using this opportunity to extend the hand of friendship to you and to your tribe. As a gesture of this friendship, we invite you to return to al-Anbar province to live in peace … the Kharbits are an old tribe that has much influence over lesser tribes. We require [your] help in controlling these tribes and teaching them a life of truth and peace, instead of crime and violence.”
Al-Kharbit is impressed by the sentiment – he even describes Mattis as “a very nice man”. But he believes the general is in the thrall of the CIA and other intelligence agencies that are being fooled by what he calls “the rubbish guys” of al-Anbar – he names a reputed former Saddam bagman, who some say has now embarked on a new business career with millions he was holding for the ousted Iraqi leader, and an enemy Ramadi sheikh as being among those he says are attempting to manipulate events in al-Anbar and to do his family down. But chief among his “rubbish guys” is Iraq’s interim Prime Minister, Iyad Allawi. After their inconclusive meeting in Amman, al-Kharbit remains leery: “Allawi’s real motive is to show the US that the man they think is driving everyone crazy is in his pocket. But if the Americans didn’t understand the power and standing of my family, Allawi has just shown it to them by his need to meet me.”
Notwithstanding the need that Allawi felt to talk to him; the endorsements in Baghdad, Amman and Washington; the sentiment of the Mattis letter; and the fact that after the Ramadi violence, a three-man delegation from the US embassy in Baghdad traipsed all the way to Amman to talk to al-Kharbit, the US intelligence team in Ramadi seems to have gone into psy-ops overdrive in a effort to discredit the man who once was one of their staunchest allies. They found a receptive ear in an embedded reporter from United Press International, who quoted an unnamed Marine intelligence officer claiming that al-Kharbit had become an unbalanced megalomaniac as a result of physical abuse and neglect he suffered as the child of a sheikh who had two intensively competitive wives. Al-Kharbit, according to UPI, had won the role of sheikh by foul means; had become a “cash cow for the insurgency” on the back of a lucrative smuggling empire; and had been far too cosy with Saddam’s regime. The intelligence officer was quoted: “He was a businessman, a thug with money, well dressed, and he sucked up to Saddam. Really. I’ve talked to his family. At least four [of them] diagnose him as mentally disturbed, one of them a doctor. We have independent assessments of his writings, some intercepts. He’s a megalomaniac. It’s a [medical] diagnosis. He has delusions of grandeur.”
I had a translator read the UPI report to Mudher in Arabic. He laughed off most of it and when she reached the “megalomaniac” comment, he scratched his nose and said: “That’s good, isn’t it?” But for the most part, he batted back each of the allegations and lectured the Americans on the shabbiness of their intelligence work: “They get it from cheap guys. It’s not very professional – don’t they know how to go step by step?”
Almost 500,000 people live in the dust-bowl towns of al-Anbar. Apart from Ramadi, its other main city is Falluja, the scene of the bloody battle, in which as many as 800 died, between US forces and the insurgency in April 2004. The Americans have lost more than 120 men in the province since President George W. Bush declared an end to major combat in May 2003 – fifteen of them since the 28 June handover of power. Such is the resistance, the Americans have declared much of Ramadi and nearby towns to be no-go areas, and they say they have narrowed their objective in the city to protecting a key local supply line – the highway through the town. An American reporter embedded with US troops near Ramadi quoted Major Thomas Neemeyer, head of intelligence for the 1st Brigade of the 1st Infantry Division: “They cannot militarily overwhelm us, but we cannot deliver a knockout blow, either,” he said. “It creates a form of stalemate.” Neemeyer told the Knight Ridder reporter: “There’s a possibility that we’ll say we’ll protect the government and keep travel routes open, and for the rest of them, to hell with ’em. To a certain degree we’ve already done it; we’ve reduced our presence.”
Al-Kharbit says he is working the scratchy phone lines to Ramadi every night till 3 a.m., trying to quell the violence. “What’s happening now is bad for us. It would have been ten times worse than Falluja if I didn’t settle them down – everyone lost their temper; and now there is too much tension,” he says.
It all sounds very menacing. Al-Kharbit’s “I told you so” speeches are read here in Jordan as self-absolution ahead of what might happen in al-Anbar if he does not get his way. He told me: “All that I told the US before the war has been proved right, so this will be my last advice. If the US will not listen, I will go home; do nothing; and when the place explodes, they will accuse me of starting it. They wanted me on the Iraqi Governing Council. I wouldn’t do it unless it was by election; they offered me money and business deals – I said ‘No.’ So let them leave us alone. I know that, as the days go by, the people they rely on now will fall and they will come back to me, and I will refuse to help them.” And he concluded not so cryptically: “After that, I will do what I’m going to do.”
In Amman, it is easier – and perhaps more frightening – than in Baghdad to see how the Ramadi convulsions feed into regional power-plays. Al-Kharbit wants to talk to the Americans but Washington is giving him the cold shoulder. The Turks, wary of Kurdish autonomy in northern Iraq, are putting out feelers to him, while Baghdad has unsubtly threatened to send proven Kurdish fighters to sort out predominantly Sunni al-Anbar. But the greatest anxiety here is about the role of Syria and Iran. These regimes are very close – both are under US sanctions and are vehemently anti-American, and the prospect of a US-dominated Iraq sandwiched between them is a cause of deep anxiety. Al-Kharbit is letting it be known that if he has nowhere else to turn, he does have a direct line to Damascus – recently he has had three meetings with the Syrian President, Bashar Asad. The Jordanian analyst, who prefers not to be named, says: “He needs to survive. He will go to whoever supports him.”
Watching events unfold from his study in Washington, Baram argues that Washington cannot deliver on al-Kharbit’s outlandish demands, but that the US needs some of what al-Kharbit is offering. So, he concludes, “Middle East negotiations must take place.” Amidst so much Iraqi gloom, Baram sees positive signs: “Al-Kharbit can do some of what he says he will do – so they should test him; and after the Americans killed so many of his family, it’s not easy for him to swallow his pride and offer to talk to Washington. It means he thinks that being arm’s length from the US is not a good idea and that this is the thinking of the people around him. He is saying that he has demonstrated his nuisance value, and now he wants to cash in.”
Between tales of carousing on the trans-Atlantic Concorde and dining with his Jewish friends in Montreal, al-Kharbit also reveals that he is feeling the heat from his tribe. “We don’t have anyone to save our family and our country,” he told me, complaining of a stream of phone calls from people in Ramadi demanding to know why he is still in Jordan. An observer said: “He feels that he is losing his grip on the tribe. He has to go back to them with one of two things. Either the US is listening to him – or it’s not, in which case the response in al-Anbar will be: ‘Let’s give them hell.’ And that’ll make Falluja look like a tickle. The absurdity of all this is that the Americans were talking about the Sunni Triangle before the war. Al-Kharbit and his tribe were the only people who didn’t fire a shot at the Americans and they allowed US Special Forces into the country three months before the war started.”
Paul McGeough
MISSION IMPOSSIBLE
Correspondence
Perhaps the funniest line in Paul McGeough’s essay on Iraq, Mission Impossible, comes towards the end. McGeough calls most of the 200-odd newspapers now published in Iraq “propaganda sheets that protect the vested interests of one political party or another rather than foster constructive debate”. Not like in Australia right?
It’s a cheap shot but there is a point. One senses from the essay that McGeough has genuine affection for the Iraqis he interviews and writes about. But there is also a hint of disappointment, even disdain. McGeough tells us we should not expect Iraqis to become democrats overnight (if at all), while at other times he holds Iraqis to an impossible standard, as in the reference above. It is as if he has a case of what a Palestinian friend used to call “Lawrence of Arabia syndrome”; that is, something of a love and a loathing of “the Arabs” all at the same time.
It is not, of course, an uncommon phenomenon if you spend time in the Middle East. You come to love the individuals and the exotic history, culture and politics of the countries you live in; you almost idealise it. But that which makes it exotic and attracts you also makes you despair of “the Arabs” ever modernising their economies or systems of government. It can even lead to branding as naive and inauthentic those individual Arabs you meet who seem to have “Western” aspirations. Today, more than ever, this disposition is unhelpful. It’s time for us all to grow up and put Lawrence back on the bookshelf where he belongs.
This is not to dismiss what McGeough has attempted to do in his essay. He has ventured beyond the threshold of his Baghdad hotel to allow, as he puts it, “Iraqi voices to reveal why today’s Iraq is not the nursery for democracy that Washington wants it to be”. This is a lot more than many journalists have done and probably more than most Coalition officials. For this reason alone the essay deserves to be read carefully.
McGeough takes aim at the American project to stabilise and democratise Iraq (if indeed the latter is the American aim). It is hard to argue with the proposition that Washington has botched the peace in Iraq as spectacularly as it won the war. Moreover it seems valid to argue, as McGeough does, that the US could have made better use of Iraq’s tribes to stabilise the country (not to mention the former Iraqi Army). As is abundantly clear, without short-term stability any effort at reconstruction or indeed democratisation will prove impossible.
But you have to have sympathy for the US military officer who complains to McGeough that if it were that simple, they would have done it; if nothing else the Americans are good at expediency. From the reports of other Iraq watchers, the US does in fact appear to be engaging the tribal system, if only belatedly, as McGeough acknowledges. I would imagine that one problem might be the long line of tribal sheikhs who will tell you (and the odd journalist) they can deliver security in a particular area – for a price, of course. The problem is that the Americans simply lack the local knowledge to know whom to believe.
The US also faces a conundrum that McGeough doesn’t quite acknowledge. Using the tribes to restore security and end the insurgency, as McGeough seems to recommend, may serve the short-term goal of stability. But it will also make McGeough’s prophecy of Iraq becoming “Beirut writ large” more likely by hampering the long-term effort to reinforce a national identity and create a political system which isn’t entirely divided on confessional, ethnic or tribal lines. (By the way, Beirut isn’t even like Beirut anymore and is now a reasonably good example of how a war-weary people can overcome confessional divisions.) In other words the Americans are damned if they do and damned if they don’t.
Indeed, the fear is not that the US will ignore the tribes, but that it will empower them. In other words, that the US will go down the well-trodden path of expediency as it has elsewhere in the Middle East. The fact that the Arab countries embraced by the US are no more than “liberalised autocracies”, as McGeough points out, is partly because in the past the US was never really interested in sacrificing its interests for the sake of pushing democratisation. But let’s not be churlish. For years Australia was happy to live with an autocratic Indonesia, and the realists would argue quite rightly too. Pity the US, therefore, when it gets attacked for being a status quo power and still gets attacked when it suddenly becomes a revisionist one.
There is, however, something more fundamental about McGeough’s essay that leaves me uneasy. In his rush to tell us why the US can’t democratise Iraq, McGeough also dismisses too readily the ability of Iraqis themselves to democratise. He is clearly sensitive to this charge when he notes that it may be “politically incorrect, racist even, to question the ability or desire of Arabs to embrace democracy”. It probably isn’t racist, but I still think it is wrong-headed to portray democracy as something alien to Iraq, if not to the broader Middle East. It is not that far from the assumptions that underpin the neo-conservative argument that democracy needs to be imposed in the region.
It is time that we change the paradigm for talking about democracy in the Middle East. True enough, as McGeough notes, there aren’t a lot of democratic countries in the region to cite as examples. But this does not mean that there aren’t democratic aspirations. I agree with McGeough when he says that Washington’s notion of Iraq as a democratic beachhead in the Middle East is flawed. Not because Iraq can’t be democratic and therefore can’t serve as an example, but because the citizens of the Middle East do not need an example.
Today democracy is not exclusively for the West to export or impose; it is a global commodity. It may take different forms and routes in different countries – it might not always be “Jeffersonian” – but in the end what underpins democracy is the desire of individuals to have a say in the way their lives are run. After successive centuries of imperial, colonial and autocratic rule, this is not a sentiment you need to export to the Middle East. In Iran today, students and reformists fight to expand political pluralism. In the Palestinian territories, efforts are being made to remove the dead hand of a decrepit leadership. In Egypt, reformist Islamists seek to register a political party and call for democratic elections. Even in Saudi Arabia, middle-class Saudis push quietly to make their government more transparent. Is Iraq really so different?
McGeough will no doubt argue that he is simply telling us what Iraqis themselves say. But which Iraqis? During his visit to Sydney this year, the Iraqi blogger Salam Pax said that in responding to foreigners’ questions about Iraq he felt the tremendous pressure of being perceived to speak for all Iraqis. You wonder whether the Iraqis in McGeough’s essay are able to bear a similar burden. McGeough says the more he talked to Iraqi tribal sheikhs, the more clearly he realised that “the most fundamental power structures in Iraqi society run counter to those which underpin democracy”. Certainly his essay leaves little doubt that these tribal leaders are, if nothing else, self-serving. You wonder, therefore, why Iraqi sheikhs would give McGeough any other impression.
It is true that McGeough didn’t talk only to tribal leaders. But you are still left with the feeling that the sample is a little too convenient to the argument. It would have been nice to have heard from more Iraqis like those he interviewed who worked as translators for the Coalition, who tell us about their hopes for an Iraq with American colleges, an American justice system and American amusement arcades. McGeough applauds them for their bravery as quickly as he condemns them for their naivety; love and loathing again. Perhaps, as his limited sampling implies, there aren’t too many like them. But given that some 75 per cent of Iraqis are urbanised and 50 per cent of the population are under twenty, I have my doubts.
McGeough describes tribalism as the “bedrock under the bedrock” of Iraqi society. But another way to view tribalism is as a societal default. That is, in the absence of national and institutional alternatives, Iraqis fall back on tribal connections to settle their conflicts, represent their interests and provide them with protection. Looked at in this way, Iraqi tribalism is less an obstacle to change than something whose influence has ebbed and flowed throughout Iraq’s history. This is not to say that tribalism and religion are not significant factors in Iraqi or indeed Middle Eastern politics; quite clearly they are. But McGeough seems to leave little scope for evolution, for adaptation or for competing influences in his conception of the way Iraqi society operates.
Unlike McGeough I haven’t visited Iraq, so the best I can do is reach for a history book. In it you find a more complex and evolving picture of tribalism than McGeough’s snapshot presents. In the nineteenth century, for example, Ottoman economic and political reform diluted tribal power to the point where, according to Dr Faleh Jabar, an Iraqi sociologist, Ottoman Iraq became known as the “graveyard of the tribes”. Central administration, fast and reliable communications, and the re-organisation of land tenure all served to undercut tribalism to the point where some tribes and tribal confederations disappeared altogether.
One also finds this complex picture under Iraq’s relatively short-lived experience of parliamentary democracy during the Hashemite Monarchy’s rule from 1921 to 1958. As the American anthropologist Robert Fernea noted, the Iraqi tribal community in which he lived from 1956 to 1958 saw a struggle between two ways of organising life, that of the state and that of the tribe, and it wasn’t always the tribe that came out on top. Indeed, what destroyed the nascent and admittedly imperfect institutions of political representation in the 1950s was not tribalism, but autocracy. The regime’s destruction of civil and state institutions left people with little option but to seek refuge in traditional ones.
In place of McGeough’s image of the timeless power of the tribe, therefore, you get a more complex picture of tribes and tribal confederations that break up, disappear, are eclipsed and re-form and – most importantly – are manipulated by a succession of rulers from the British to Saddam. It is why Iraq experts today speak of a society that has been “re-tribalised”. The irony is that even Saddam came ultimately to rely on the same societal default, as McGeough notes. This was not because of the strength or cohesiveness of the tribes, but precisely because they could be bought off and played off against each other and represented much less of a threat to him than an Army general. Later it would be because the Army had been weakened by the first two Gulf wars. In both cases, however, tribalism was less the cause of state failure than a symptom of it.
Perhaps what McGeough is really pointing to is the persistence of a tribal ethos or, as he puts it, of a society that is “top-down driven”. This is what is called the “culturalist” approach to the Middle East that argues there is something in Arab culture that makes the region more prone to dictatorships because “the Arabs” appreciate strong leaders. Let’s assume for a moment that this isn’t a caricature. Isn’t it possible to want strong leaders and at the same time to appreciate the ability to choose the strong leader you want? Indeed, in tribal societies throughout the Middle East, being “born to rule” is only half the story. The fact that sons and brothers are often passed over when it comes time to choose a new tribal leader underlines the extent to which fitness to rule and consensus are also important parts of this ethos.
Similarly we often make the assumption in the West that secularism is necessary for democracy. Yet the vast majority of the Middle East’s autocrats are secular, and many of those pushing for democratic change are Islamists. In Iraq McGeough hints that the growing power of Grand Ayatollah al-Sistani may portend a theocracy along Iranian lines. He is right when he says that no one really knows what Sistani thinks. So why assume that he would adopt an Iranian theocratic model that to this day stands outside Shiite orthodoxy? Were this Sistani’s goal he could very easily have backed Moqtada al-Sadr’s uprising rather than being the critical figure in snuffing it out. Indeed, his actions to date seem more consistent with a hard-headed calculation that some form of representational government will finally give the Shiite majority a say in running the country.
None of the above should be taken to suggest that I believe Iraq is inevitably on a democratic trajectory. In many respects it is too early to tell. What my argument is really aimed at is changing the terms of the debate. Whatever its motivations, the US removed Saddam. You could even argue there was some justice in the US expending political, financial and human capital to remove a regime it had once supported with disastrous consequences for ordinary Iraqis (and even perhaps that the US is learning a valuable lesson in imperial overreach). But what we need to understand is that what happens next in Iraq will depend not on the US, but, quite rightly, on Iraqis themselves.
Anthony Bubalo
WHITEFELLA JUMP UP
Response to Correspondence
Too many of the people who rushed into print about my Quarterly Essay, Whitefella Jump Up, make the mistake of belittling their subject, so that one must conclude that they had nothing better to do. Some of the authors egregiously confess to being so hampered by prejudice that they couldn’t address the substance of my proposition for fear that it was a “stunt”. Only in Australia is my life of unremitting hard work assumed to be driven by an infantile need for attention; this libel is asserted so often that it is axiomatic and will probably feature in my obituary in the Murdoch press. I spend four months a year in Australia seeking so little attention that nobody knows I’m there, yet the sneering axiom remains unchallenged. Only in Australia is Greer “famous for being outrageous”. Australian newspapers never commission me to write on any subject whatsoever, but pick and choose from what they consider the most sensational articles commissioned from me by British editors and run them under headlines that have been known to side-track a busy prime minister into condemning me for an argument I never made. This is the truth behind P.A. Durack Clancy’s fantasy of my “ten out of ten for media coverage”. When commonsense dictated she should have listened.
Clancy’s way of defending the reputation of her Durack ancestors displays as well as I could wish just what history looks like seen from the whitefella’s end of the telescope. A “well-organised, well-disciplined reconnaissance” can also be described as a “land-hungry posse”; it’s all a matter of point of view. Clancy will never understand that Australia was in no need of opening up, that opening up was in fact evisceration, that what drove the operation was greed, or that the final outcome was disaster, any more than she can understand that my essay is not about her aunt who I’m sure was a wonderful person. Clancy calls me “a self-exiled academic”, which will puzzle English readers who don’t know that in Australia the word “academic” is an insult. Her determination to use the word is the more piquant because, though I still teach, it’s more than thirty years since I earned my living in universities. Clancy is not the only writer to dismiss me as an expatriate; Australians have still to understand that one could be a Martian and still write truth about Australia. It is a curious fact that they will accept the snap judgement of a reporter who spends two days in the country (provided it is a rave) before they will agree to consider the hard-won conclusions of someone who has spent more than half a lifetime there.
Clancy’s cousin Patsy Millett, who is also involved in the Durack hagiography industry, is as convinced as she is that I wrote Whitefella Jump Up because I was desperate for media exposure. The sole ground for this belief is the fact that I made two appearances on Australian television in fulfilment of my obligations to the publisher of Whitefella Jump Up. Millett was not to know that I had repeatedly refused to perform (for a fee) for the insignificant Denton, whose impertinences I find unbearable, and only agreed to the exposure (for no fee) for Whitefella Jump Up, which, in keeping with his unassailable mediocrity, Denton had not bothered to read and did not discuss at all. Millett somehow managed to describe my demeanour with Denton (who was so struck by my indignation that he wrote an apology) as “mischievously flirtatious”. Avid for any kind of exposure though I am said to be, I consent to my publishers’ pressure to allow interviews about my work only for radio and television. So far radio and television have allowed me to give a reasonably fair representation of myself and my views, as interviews in print do not, but not to a viewer as astigmatic as Millett. She mistakes the tone of Whitefella Jump Up, attributing scorn where there was none, and seeing a analysis of settler mythology as a personal “denunciation” of her mother, Dame Mary Durack. Millett also states that I made “headlines” in 1972 with a condemnation of “disgusting conditions” for Aborigines in Alice Springs. I don’t think of Aborigines as being kept in “conditions” like animals in a zoo, or of the Todd River camp as “disgusting” then or now. If I made any such headlines it’s news to me and – as is usually the case in Australia – the words in inverted commas aren’t mine. Clancy and Millett need have no fear; Kings in Grass Castles is still displayed in every airport bookshop in Australia and nothing I say is likely to reduce the numbers of people who just want a reasonably priced adventure story that insidiously and relentlessly displays white supremacy. The royalties will keep rolling in.
A more sophisticated version of the argumentum ad hominem holds that everything one writes must be about oneself, the view taken by the West Australian poet Fay Zwicky, whose poetry does seem to be all about herself, which is why I don’t find it particularly interesting. So much more does Zwicky know about myself than I, I can’t actually understand what she is saying. “As daughter of the priestly utterance with a vision of the ideal, her posture of defender of the dispossessed is theatrically compelling if impracticable.” Cripes. I learn from her quotations of herself that Zwicky has been writing about me since 1989 and always apparently in the same patronising terms. Funnily enough for a poet, she interprets “the shortest way” as a short cut, and then intones that there are “no short cuts to anything worthwhile”. You’d think, wouldn’t you, that a poet would twig that the shortest way could still be very long. She should have recognised the echo of Cathy Freeman; after her win in the Sydney Olympics, with the media of the world pushing microphones and cameras into her face, Cathy said in an exhausted voice and her face stiff with a pain that was not muscular, “I just want to sit on the ground,” turned away and did just that. When I say that we should sit on the ground I mean what she meant.
Les Murray is a poet of another order. I can’t think why he agreed to comment on Whitefella Jump Up, except perhaps that he had a Germaine Greer story to tell. It is true that rather more than “a few” years ago Murray read his poems at Cambridge University and I was there. I wasn’t “a lady” and I wasn’t “in the back row” and I didn’t assert. In fact I was rather hesitant about my question. I confessed that I had been struck by the way he read, by the liquidity of his consonants and the Aboriginality of his way of speaking, and I wondered if he would agree. He didn’t reply “I’ve got any number of Aboriginal relatives.” It wasn’t such a fashionable answer in those days. He was a bit bemused by my question, as was I. There was no intention to trap him, but we have got used to Murray’s irrational suspicions and I shan’t take it personally. His idea that I want to transfer “nominal ownership of our country from Queen Elizabeth to the Aboriginal people” is entirely his own. The queen is not the crown; the crown is the landlord not the “owner” and the people would be us and we would have accepted our Aboriginality and we would simply claim the land for its people. Tired of me and my jejune ideas, Murray soon reverts to his own pet notion of convergence, not to be confused with assimilation, and provides a poem in support of it. We may be in the same ball park, after all, but Murray wants to own the ball.
As the latest of many white interpreters of Aboriginal society to the whites, having lived in Maningrida for a year and now writing a book about her experiences, Mary Ellen Jordan might be considered to have a better claim than most to take me to task, but not by referring to notions I do not peddle, such as “a mystical plane of higher Aboriginality”. The clichés are not mine but Jordan’s; because she thinks in clichés she cannot hear that I’m saying something different. Nor can she notice what I’m taking care not to say, the words I refuse to use. She and I will always differ about the success or failure of colonisation, because she interprets the devastation she witnessed in Maningrida as evidence of colonisation, and I interpret it as evidence of its failure. America was successfully colonised; settlers spread across the country and stayed there, so that you have urban nuclei across the landmass; you have desert conurbations like Reno and Las Vegas and Los Angeles, next to which Alice Springs is a truck stop. American hunter-gatherers have enjoyed head rights, a guaranteed income without hand-outs, since the 1920s (which hasn’t done them much good because like the Australian hunter-gatherers they are still in mourning for the lost land). Compared to the United States, Australia never got going.
Unable to imagine this different perspective Jordan decides that my account is “inaccurate” when my position is actually opposite to hers. Jordan frets about what my proposed “Aboriginality” might consist in, but she would have been even more fretful if I had prescribed some pseudo-Aboriginal lifestyle. Aboriginal people themselves could not describe Aboriginality, because it would be as new to them as to us. She vaguely twigs that the word would come before the fact, as a commitment, and then dismisses the idea as not new. Then she fakes obtuseness. In whose scenario would admitting that the continent is Aboriginal and adopting hunter-gatherer values involve pulling down your house and heading for the desert? It’s much easier to hunt and gather by the beach, where most Australians live already. Can Jordan be the only Australian not to notice that more and more Australians are building houses in which living is done more outside than in and that our semi-naked children are out there demonstrating for sustainable development and down with the multinationals? If Australian official culture was hunter-gatherer, Australia would be committed to conservation and maintenance of resources rather than massive exploitation in the interests of RTZ and their ilk. If Australia provided the international hunter-gatherer forum, we could help to defend other hunter-gatherer minorities, all of whom are under pressure and virtually voiceless. And no, we wouldn’t have to wear ochre and possum-fur.
My essay was not written for Aboriginal people or about Aboriginal people, but you won’t be astonished, dear reader, if I tell you that their reactions were of overwhelming importance to me. Just as I don’t know of any part of Australia that is not Aboriginal, I don’t know any Aboriginal person who doesn’t know (in his head) and feel (in his heart) that the whole island continent belongs to the Aboriginal peoples. It is important to me that ordinary Aboriginal people, as distinct from those Aboriginal people in charge of interpreting Aboriginality to their white counterparts, think I’m on the right track. If the central thesis of Whitefella Jump Up is not conscientiously absurd, if the right thing might be doable after all, it is all credit to the patience of the Aboriginal peoples and none whatever to the captious and capricious whitefella. Lillian Holt’s response to my groping suggestion was typically generous; she understood my silences. She saw where I couldn’t go, what I wouldn’t say, out of respect for the reticence of the people who’ve taught me the little I know. There have been other responses like hers, some from people who don’t write articles for print, some from senior anthropologists who, while stroking their grey beards at my temerity, sent me papers of their own on the moral and political systems of Australia’s indigenous peoples. There is a space where the idea is alive, just, but there’s no hint of it on the op-ed pages of the worst English-language newspapers on earth.
Of all the responses to my essay Marcia Langton’s was of the greatest importance to me. Years ago, when she was a light-hearted and astonishingly inventive activist, Professor Langton and I used to know each other rather better than we do now. Then we were friends and I thought we always would be. Now I am startled by the vein of nastiness that runs through her response; why does she think I boast about being adopted by Kulin women? What’s to boast? She is perfectly entitled to doubt the “depth of my engagement in these issues” which must perforce be less than hers, but not to accuse me of “essentialist ideas about identity” as shaped by “race”. The whole essay is obviously or, as Australians would say blatantly, anti-essentialist. Professor Langton calls me “Dr Greer” though I am as much a professor as she is and she knows it, and laments that I didn’t address the question of Australian racism. This I didn’t do because it was not my subject, just as it was not my intention to add to the volume of polemic clustering about Keith Windschuttle’s amateur historiography or deplore the appalling abuse of Aboriginal women. Of course the view of history in my essay is truncated; what else could it be? Though my subject was not the suffering of Aboriginal people or the terrible offences we whitefellas have committed against them, this consciousness suffuses the whole short work, otherwise I wouldn’t have argued that the wanton destruction of the continent is an expression of the whitefellas’ frantic guilt. More seriously, Professor Langton makes a fundamental error in dealing with my modest proposal, in assuming that what I propose as a necessary condition for achieving any kind of cultural coherence (aka nationhood) I am also proposing as sufficient. In case I didn’t make myself unmistakeably clear (and the title of the essay could mislead), let me restate it. Australia will never achieve political maturity unless and until it recognises its ineradicable Aboriginality. Ultimately Professor Langton, despite her belief that an Aboriginal Australia is a ludicrous idea, consents to move into the imaginative space of the essay. Once upon a time in the centre, she would have been less uncomfortable there.
Langton expresses regret that in illustrating two hundred years of misfit between the settlers and the land I didn’t discuss more recent Australian literature, which she takes to disprove my case. Among the examples she cites is Australian journalist Nicolas Rothwell’s Wings of the Kitehawk, which grew out of a commission for a series of articles retracing the steps of Leichhardt, Sturt, Strehlow and Giles. Rothwell as much as Leichhardt uses “the landscape as the sounding-board for his heart”. Like Leichhardt he seeks in the kite-hawk of his title the “dark reflection of his own character”. As he dashes about “discovering” a country that was never lost, he enters fully into the solipsistic world of the explorers for whom the country exists to be traversed, described, classified, and ultimately conquered. Why Langton would imagine that such a book illustrates a new relationship between whitefellas and the land I cannot imagine.
Tony Birch allowed himself to get off my case and take the idea out for a run. He has a right as an Aboriginal person to think that I romanticise settler violence, but actually it breaks my heart that people oppressed and driven from their own country ended up having to oppress and extirpate the people of another country, perpetuating the cycle of outrage in an endless proliferation of evil. It may be because I have followed the desperate struggles of my Australian forebears that I feel unable to demonise them, but he’s right. I didn’t. If that’s romanticising their violence, I’m guilty as charged. Birch was interested and amused to wonder how my “country folk” would respond to my suggestion that they take a long hard look at themselves in the mirror and repeat, “I live in an Aboriginal country”. Well, mate, I’ve done it. In my secret Australian life, in Queensland, echt Hanson country, I made that very suggestion to one of my workforce. “I don’t consider there’s any difference,” he said. “I see myself as Aboriginal.” I thought that was a bit steep myself, at the time, but he does work in rainforest rehabilitation, eats bush tucker in huge quantities, and treats the land with deep reverence, and I wish there were a few million more like him.
Geoff Sharp’s response to Whitefella Jump Up is to translate my argument into his own moral terminology and to congratulate me for something I don’t understand myself to have done. His attempt to argue that Australian use of alcohol is not dysfunctional is valiant, but it doesn’t convince me and I doubt it would convince anyone else looking at the figures for deaths on the roads or domestic and other violence. Still, I am grateful to him because he has understood what the space is that I want Australians to jump up to, which is not mysticism (of which there is far too much already) but awareness.
It was not as if I expected readers of Whitefella Jump Up to bear me in triumph through the streets and cheer me to the echo. It would have been wonderful if numbers of clever people had seen some potential in my idea of Australia as an Aboriginal republic and amused themselves by seeing how far they could develop it. I cherished a faint hope that the chattering classes might kick the idea around for a week or two, long enough to see if its time might not have come, but they didn’t and it hadn’t. It will come though; mark my words. A hundred years from now, Australian children will be amazed to learn that Australia once considered itself a “British” country. They will understand what a hunter-gatherer republic might be, and how the interests of hunter-gatherer minorities have to be reflected in international policy because they are fundamental to any notion of sustainable development. It would make me swell in my grave with pride if Australia got to lead this international conscience-raising exercise but, as whitefellas apparently can’t grasp the lesson that blackfellas never give up struggling to teach, we’ll probably have to learn it from Canada and the Inuit.
I expected ridicule because, though I didn’t expatiate on the vicious racism that disfigures much of Australian society, I am well aware of it. I’m used to being patronised by the stay-at-home intellectual establishment as well, but much of what was said and written was meaner-minded than would have been considered seemly in the wider world, and made me ashamed for the people who had written it. English readers will now have the opportunity to see the essay in the context of the responses that it elicited, and may come to understand why I choose to endure the manifold disadvantages and discomforts of life in England rather than return to my birthplace. And before Zwicky gets on my case again, can I just say that for me homelessness is not a disaster? For me diaspora is the true human environment and homeland a murderous delusion. I don’t sing the Ha Tikva any more.
Not one of the responses to Whitefella Jump Up so much as gestured towards the most pressing motive for writing it, though it was plain to see. Whitefellas simply look away when I point to the devastation inflicted on the island continent in a mere two hundred years. The denial of the disaster continues; the devastation accelerates. Two weeks ago, the British invertebrate conservation charity Buglife of which I am a vice-president had to protest to the Australian government over its grant of permits for the importation of European bumblebees to pollinate green-house crops. Just as Nicolas Rothwell couldn’t see the terrible wounds on the face of the Pilbara or the exotic grasses changing the face of western Queensland, none of these commentators has understood my genuine desperation. Australia doesn’t owe whitefellas (including me) a living. They should stop ripping its guts out for a pittance, and sit on the ground. Sit on the ground, damn you, and think, think about salination, desertification, dieback, deforestation, species extinction, erosion, suburbanisation, complacency, greed and stupidity. As if.
Germaine Greer
SENDING THEM HOME
Correspondence
In a speech in early 2004 at the Sydney Institute, Senator Amanda Vanstone purported to quote Tom Keneally, whom she accused of writing in the Guardian that Australia was “xenophobic” and “opposed to entry of refugees”. She stated:
This follows a trend amongst commentators in this area. They do not seek to have a conversation. Your view or mine is irrelevant. They seek to place themselves as the arbiters of what is right and to lecture the rest of us on their views. They seek to denigrate the makers of our current border control policy. They see themselves as “we the righteous and principled” with the rest of us as unprincipled and ill-informed. The wide public support for our border control policy is nothing but an inconvenience.
Such is the shallowness of much of the debate surrounding Australia’s immigration policy.
Most Australians are in no doubt that theirs is a tolerant country. Keneally’s conga line preaches its message abroad, because they know it persuades no one in Australia but helpless children.
A quick check on the internet reveals that Keneally’s article, “Gulags in the sun”, while replete with witty and occasionally acerbic rhetoric, does not actually contain the phrases attributed to him by Senator Vanstone. Reading the essay, it’s clear his stings are aimed at government policy and its supporters, not country. Keneally labels compassion for the asylum seeker “the love that dare not speak its name”, and ventures that if the government continues to excise places along our borders from the immigration zone, asylum seekers will soon be required to reach a single table at a shopfront in Alice Springs in order to make their claim. He observes:
Both in Australia and the UK, some would have us believe that on a slow day in some tyranny, or in a humourless and persecuting theocracy, families decide that they can have some real fun at last by abandoning houses and possessions, by hiding on trucks and trains, by marching over guarded borders, by living as an underclass in refugee camps and risking violence, disease and despair, by braving dangerous seas in questionable boats or hiding in cargo containers, all for the huge fun, the global jollity, of outraging the immigration ministers of our respective nations.
“Gulags in the sun” is available on the internet: www.guardian.co.uk/weekend/story/0,3605,1151525,00.html. The Minister’s speech will be published in the next edition of The Sydney Papers and should appear on her own website as well (http://www.sa.liberal.org.au/vanstone). The two are worth reading and comparing.
The Minister clearly feels scorned and ridiculed by Keneally and other commentators (“Keneally’s conga line”). But in lashing out against the barbs, she is only committing an act of self-harm. Her assertion that advocates don’t want to have a “conversation” about the refugee issue is disingenuous, for most advocates want nothing more. Both with Senator Vanstone and her predecessor, Philip Ruddock, there have been numerous attempts at dialogue. It just doesn’t work when one side won’t listen to the other.
When I say “side”, I don’t mean “Liberals”. The government’s best-kept secret is the dissent within its own ranks on this issue. There are a growing number of Liberal and National MPs who are distressed by the pain and suffering this country has inflicted on thousands of innocent people in the name of “border control”. They too are attempting to have a conversation with the Minister, Prime Minister and Attorney-General, the three members of the government with the most emotional investment in border-defending an ethically indefensible policy of mandatory, indefinite detention for men, women and children asylum seekers alike, and the insecure regime of “temporary protection”. We can only hope these Liberals are having slightly better results than the rest of us.
If Senator Vanstone is sincere about wanting real conversation with refugee advocates in the broader community, perhaps she should start by reading Robert Manne and David Corlett’s Sending Them Home. Without satire or sarcasm, and backed by impeccable research, the authors illustrate the impact that policy and politics and law have on real people – not just the asylum seekers, rightly the focus of the essay, but also the Australians who have become involved with them. The essay is one of deeply felt yet calm and reasoned argument; even the most paranoid defenders of the policy would be hard-pressed to find a passage they could accuse of shallow and righteous bombast. It could be an ice-breaker; it would be nice to imagine that Senator Vanstone is capable of reading something like this with an open mind. One lives in hope.
I’m approaching my third year of visiting asylum seekers at Villawood, where I do what little I can to assist in individual cases; I’ve also written several essays, plays and short stories on the subject. Like many refugee advocates, I feel like Sisyphus. One asylum seeker gets his hard-won visa; another, equally deserving, faces sudden and forced deportation to a country where he is certain he will be imprisoned, tortured or killed. (And indeed, some of our deportees are now in prison in places like Iran, and some are dead.) It’s a depressing, anxious world of small victories and constant crises. Perhaps some who have never experienced it first-hand will wonder if Manne and Corlett’s case studies, many of which are heartbreaking, are typical; those of us who know it well can attest that they are. And the situation is a direct result of a policy that could easily be reformulated for a more humanitarian outcome.
Manne and Corlett urge the government to grant permanent residence to all temporary protection visa holders and to end the system of long-term mandatory detention. I would add two more suggestions. Most of the public discussion (including Sending Them Home) focuses on the Iraqis, Iranians and Afghans who make up the majority of the “fourth-wave” refugees in this country. But there is a trickle of asylum seekers who come, often by plane, from places like the Sudan, Liberia, Somalia and Sierra Leone, that is to say, some of the most dangerous places in the world, and countries that consistently make Amnesty International’s “top ten” in human rights violations.
In Canada, many of these people would be accepted on the grounds that they are from a “Country of Asylum”; a class of refugees defined on the Canadian immigration department website as those “seriously and personally affected by civil war; armed conflict; or massive violations of human rights”. In Australia, this is not enough. Each asylum seeker must still individually prove that he or she meets the definition of a Convention refugee – someone with a well-founded fear of persecution for reasons of race, religion, political opinion, nationality or membership in a particular social group. I would like to see us broaden our definition of refugee to encompass those from “countries of asylum”. I doubt that we will, because it’s just the sort of proposal that would excite visions of floodgates and hordes, but at the very least we could consider an amnesty for those in this category who have already arrived, have shown themselves to be genuine and have passed the health and security checks which are mandatory for all refugees.
The second suggestion concerns the special case of stateless Palestinian and Bedoon asylum seekers. Some Palestinians come from Gaza or the West Bank and have no automatic right of return. Others are second-generation refugees, born in refugee camps in countries like Syria, where despite noisy official declarations of Arab solidarity and pro-Palestinian rhetoric, they are treated like second-class citizens and may be readily persecuted for even peaceful political beliefs and associations.
Palestinians and Bedoons who fail in their applications for refugee status are potentially trapped inside detention indefinitely, for it is often the case that neither their country of origin nor any other country in the world wants to accept them. I know a young Bedoon man in long-term detention who told me he has now been formally rejected from dozens of countries. A landmark decision in the case of a Palestinian asylum seeker (‘al Masri’) last year established that in such cases, where there is no likely prospect of returning an asylum seeker to his or her country of origin in the foreseeable future, the principle of habeas corpus can be invoked. That is to say, their detention has become arbitrary and therefore contravenes the International Covenant on Civil and Political Rights.
Following the ‘al Masri’ decision, a handful of Palestinians, Bedoons and other stateless asylum seekers (including an Iraqi-born Hazara man) have been released from detention by the courts. But the government has decreed that they have no right to work or access any public services; their life outside is one entirely dependent on charity. This is soul-destroying and wasteful, for most of them are capable and willing to work; some are highly educated. My final addition to the suggestions made by Manne and Corlett is that these “habeas corpus refugees” be granted permanent residence and the right to work, study and access social and medical services.
Senator Vanstone – you want conversation. Could we talk?
Linda Jaivin
SENDING THEM HOME
Correspondence
In the ’70s, Australia moved from its grudging acceptance of post-war refugees to become a country which was beginning to grasp the concept of multiculturalism and celebrate diversity rather than shun difference. At the time I was working in various human rights areas, and I felt that we had some reason to be proud of the changes that were being made. Today, as I consider Robert Manne’s devastating critique of Australia’s treatment of asylum seekers, I am no longer proud. I am ashamed.
Sending Them Home is an indictment of government expediency and public indifference, which together have led to Australia having the most brutal asylum system in the Western world. It also provides a valuable historical and political perspective as part of its effort to show why and how this occurred.
When I began reading the essay, I thought that I already knew most of the background to these events. But the relentless litany of political manipulation, lies and deceit that Manne and David Corlett recount is at times almost breathtaking. They show how official propaganda grossly exaggerated the scale of the problem and consistently attempted to discredit and demonise some of the most vulnerable people in the world. The public was fed stories about illegals, queue-jumpers, opportunists, money-grubbers, people who demanded dental treatment and people who threw their children overboard. This ill-assorted rhetoric extended to people whose children drowned because an overcrowded smuggler’s boat leaked, and sank. We were told they shouldn’t have been there in the first place. Throughout this debate, few people protested that human rights should be accorded to everyone, irrespective of behaviour or background.
Meanwhile, in our name Australia continues to perpetuate abuses against asylum seekers that have been condemned by human rights groups around the world. The Howard government has chosen to attack or ignore these reports, just as the Bush administration initially chose to ignore reports of Iraqi prisoner abuse in American-run military jails.
I place America and Australia in deliberate proximity. Yes, the acts themselves vary in kind and in degree, but the essential nature of humiliation and degradation remains the same. Torture is torture. Brutality is brutality. In Australia, we haven’t even the excuse of wanting intelligence information.
In Iraq (and almost certainly in Afghanistan and Guantánamo Bay) military prisoners are held in some of the harshest conditions imaginable. They have little access to legal representation and no knowledge when – or if – they will be released. They are beaten, dehumanised, handcuffed, shackled, held in solitary confinement, denied proper medical treatment. An unknown number have been set upon by dogs, sexually humiliated and tortured. Numbers have died.
In Australia and in the Pacific Islands, asylum seekers – whose only crime was to seek sanctuary in this country – are imprisoned in some of the harshest conditions imaginable. Manne and Corlett cite extensive testimony and research to show the extent of the damage that we are still inflicting. Here also asylum seekers have little access to legal representation, and no knowledge when – or if – they might be released. Many have been beaten, dehumanised, handcuffed, shackled, held in solitary confinement and often denied proper medical treatment. Perhaps the worst abuses are those concerning children and these are starkly documented.
In Australia, asylum seekers have not been set upon by dogs, nor is there evidence of sexual humiliation and torture. Rather than be killed, people have tended to attempt suicide. Some have succeeded in this.
One of the most damaging aspects of our present system of mandatory detention is that most people in the camps become deeply depressed and powerless, deprived of hope. Sending Them Home has stories of such grief and suffering among adults and children that it seems unbelievable that such misery is not only ignored, but exacerbated by a cruel and rigid insistence on never showing compassion and never yielding on draconian laws. Resilience literature concerned with psychological torture shows that while it may not be inflicted in such a dramatic fashion as physical torture, its effects can be just as devastating and last for years, sometimes forever.
The government’s approach to the now well-documented increase in mental illness among those held for prolonged periods in detentions is to deny that this is a problem, or to claim that the people concerned brought it upon themselves. When John Howard was challenged about the cruelty of holding children behind the razor wire, he responded that the action of parents who bring children into dangerous situations should be the subject of criticism rather than the action of the government. He took no responsibility for their welfare.
Fear of reprisals, inside Australia and outside, prevents most people in the camps telling their stories. Yet stories are an essential part of identification and acceptance. This is what prevents the kind of dehumanisation that has led to such abuse.
It was the muster, like animals, by number, always by number. Hen! Fox! Come here Hen 22, or Fox 30 … and some guards are very very rude and bring the torch and shine it and wake you up. “What’s your number?” And you just scared. You absolutely shocked.
Two police officer grabbed my friend, grabbed his hair from the back and just bang his face to the corner of the police cage, till his face open, and blood poured out.
This man from the government, he come to speak to us … “This is not your country. This is the country of people who want to run it and rule it in this way. You are a nobody here. You have no rights.”
His spirit was broken, he had simply waited too long.
The government started deporting people by force. They would raid the people’s rooms at 4 a.m. and handcuff them. Then a few guards would hold them down and force injection into them. To make them go quietly. Someone told me the department called it “doing extractions”.
These are some of the actual words of asylum seekers that were used in Ros Horin’s production of Through the Wire, which received standing ovations during the Sydney Festival early in 2004. The play was based on interviews with asylum seekers who had fled political persecution, torture and the threat of death, hoping to find sanctuary in Australia. Instead, for three to four years they were imprisoned in desert detention centres, beaten and held in solitary confinement for months at a time. One of the young men played his own life-story in the production, while others came up on stage after the event to join the actors. Actually seeing these people who had fled such terror, and in some way or another survived, was overwhelmingly powerful.
One of the other characters in the play was Susan, a psychotherapist who had befriended one of the asylum seekers. She described her first impressions of one of the centres:
The great rolls of razor wire were like a symbol of everything barbaric suddenly sprung up in Australia … I had always asked myself, how did the Germans not speak out? How did the intelligent ones not speak out? I suppose they had a death threat hanging over their heads, but we don’t.
Manne tells how a “terrible coldness settled on very many Australian hearts”. I wonder if this bears any relation to the terrible coldness that settles on very many of our hearts when we are asked to respect and respond to Aboriginal rights. Does it come from fear of the other, white xenophobia, arrogance, material complacency? Perhaps a mixture of all these. Are we so easily led? These are questions that need to be debated. Our present system of deterrence has worked, but at a cost which has nothing to do with the Monty Pythonesque accommodation bills that are sent to former residents of detention centres. Instead of bills, they should receive apologies. Instead of rejection they should be welcomed, in the full knowledge that people from other countries have made an immense contribution to our own.
I believe that what has happened will leave a stain on our national psyche that will not readily be expunged. Who we are and who we become is influenced by our laws, our values, our ability to connect with people from other communities and other countries, our willingness to show generosity, decency and compassion. Manne asks, “Can a political nation lose touch with moral reality?” The answer is yes. Civilisation is an ideal that can be blown away in a few seconds. At the moment, there is precious little of it around.
Anne Deveson
SENDING THEM HOME
Correspondence
You would have to be extraordinarily hard of heart not to have wept at Robert Manne and David Corlett’s account of the treatment of Shayan Badraie, for which each of us must bear our share of Australia’s collective responsibility. Sending Them Home has done us an important service in describing, in such relentless detail, precisely how we go about responding to the plight of asylum seekers detained in our name. (This history is going to make grim reading for our children and grandchildren; they’ll wonder, of course, whether we were complicit.)
Equally, having read the essay, you’d have to be soft in the head not to be puzzling – agonising – over this question: Why have Australians acquiesced so meekly in the Howard government’s treatment of “fourth-wave” asylum seekers, when it stands in such stark contrast to many admirable aspects of our refugee policy? Why, indeed, are most Australians not merely acquiescent but positively supportive of the government’s deliberate and systematic cruelty in relation to asylum seekers, especially children?
It is tempting to fume over the passivity of an electorate that seems to be more interested in home renovations than in the detention of children in refugee camps – or any other current-affairs issues not involving the sexual improprieties of professional footballers – but a moment’s compassionate reflection might help to explain why this is so. I suspect there are at least two reasons for our silence.
First, the reality is too horrible to face, so we simply don’t face it. This is a well-documented and effective psychological mechanism for the protection of our cherished beliefs. We believe that Australia stands for the “fair go”, so we don’t want to admit any information that might suggest otherwise. We’re a harmonious, tolerant, welcoming society, so don’t tell us we’re not. The US military might torture its prisoners in Iraq, but we wouldn’t do that sort of thing, so stories about the maltreatment of children in detention centres must either be wrong or … well, anyway, we don’t want to know.
Second, Australians have been so destabilised by the experience of our very own cultural revolution – a quarter-century of relentless social, cultural, economic and technological upheaval – that we have become weary both of reform and of “issues”. It’s all too hard; it’s all beyond our control; we feel powerless, and we don’t like feeling powerless. So we disengage from “the big picture” and from the national agenda; we turn the focus inwards; we devote our attention to things we can control – where we’ll send the kids to school, what video we’ll rent tonight, where we’ll spend the weekend, whether we’ll renovate or move.
This is bad for the health of our democracy – partly because it lets governments get away with murder while the electorate is distracted by the choice of colour for repainting the children’s bedrooms, or the need to try that new little Indian place down the street, and partly because an electorate in this kind of mood is inclined to leave it to the leader. “Howard must know something we don’t know” was a common response to the mystery of why Australia found itself invading Iraq.
But it’s also bad for the moral health of our society. When the focus is turned so relentlessly inward, we become more self-absorbed, more self-obsessed (which is why consumer confidence is so high) and correspondingly less compassionate, less tolerant and more inclined to let our prejudices off the leash. Who would have guessed that in the early years of the twenty-first century, Australia would be in danger of losing its hard-won reputation for tolerance and compassion towards minorities? How did this happen? To some extent, leadership is to blame. When we are officially encouraged to describe asylum seekers as “illegals”, when we dehumanise people in detention centres by calling them by numbers instead of names or by degrading them in other ways, the dominoes of prejudice start to fall. If it’s alright to express malevolent attitudes towards asylum seekers, why not towards Iraqis in general, or Arabs, or Afghans, or Lebanese, or Aborigines, or Muslims, or Asians?
In other words, we are having some of our darkest impulses reinforced, and this damage to the national psyche will be hard to repair. It will begin to happen when leaders – political or otherwise – begin to reinforce some of our nobler impulses by offering us a more uplifting vision of the kind of society we can become. In the meantime, it remains mysterious that a government prepared to lead the world in so many aspects of its refugee policy should be prepared to implicate us all in such a tarnished, nasty little operation on the fringes. No wonder we don’t want to know.
Hugh Mackay
SENDING THEM HOME
Correspondence
As I write, the contemplation of the politics of “indifference” is particularly pungent. It’s a week in which we’ve seen photographs of US soldiers grinning as they sexually humiliate and torture Iraqi prisoners, the US President being more discomfited by the fact that he wasn’t told about the allegations than by the offences themselves, and his Defence Secretary “more peeved than sorry” about the affront to decency and the violations of human rights these images depict. The rest of us are shocked out of our complacency, our indifference – at least for the moment – by the power of the images.
As Susan Sontag observes in her recent essay Regarding the Pain of Others, “photographs are a means of making ‘real’ (or ‘more real’) matters that the privileged and the merely safe might prefer to ignore.” The fact that it takes such photographs to disturb our comfort suggests that “our failure is one of the imagination, of empathy; we have failed to hold this reality in mind”; the reality of war – the killing power of modern armies and despots, indiscriminately raining bombs and chemicals on civilians.
How many pictures of death and bloody destruction are we not being shown? And why do these images, above others, command our attention? As one commentator raged, “What is it about these images of sexual humiliation that is more distressing to us than bodies smashed by the bombs in Falluja or children being ripped apart by cluster bombs?”
We have been protected from the images of death that the viewers of al-Jazeera have seen on their screens with relentless frequency – smashed bodies and ruined neighbourhoods. These images will tell them little that they were not already primed to accept. Our delicate sensibilities have been protected from the full force of the invasion of Iraq. Nor, it is true, did we know – or if we knew, much care – about the sadistic brutality of Saddam Hussein. But that cannot exonerate us from understanding what we now see. The fact that Saddam’s victims were un-remarked and unmourned in the West does not excuse us from responding now.
Sontag observes that such images can give rise to a variety of responses – calls for peace; for revenge. “As objects of contemplation, images of the atrocious can answer several different needs. To steel oneself against weakness. To make oneself more numb. To acknowledge the existence of the incorrigible.”
And, she might have added, to mobilise the PR machines. The International Red Cross and human rights groups repeatedly complained about the American military’s treatment of Iraqi prisoners. They received very little response from either the military or the US government until the graphic photographs were made public. As Seymour Hersh wrote, “The Army’s senior commanders immediately understood they had a problem; a looming political and public-relations disaster that would taint America and damage the war effort.”1
Manne and Corlett remind us in their excellent essay that indifference is a potent psychological defence against the kindred feelings which might otherwise overwhelm our detachment from the daily toll of killings around the globe, from the suffering of the people who’ve sought our succour and been penned like animals in the camps on and beyond our shores. If we could see the anguish and suffering of those on Nauru, would we not insist that our government immediately abandon the “Pacific Solution”? Our leaders were careful to prevent us seeing any “humanising” images of those stranded on the Tampa, to deny any access – even for lawyers – to those on Nauru, and to prohibit any photographs, videos or media coverage of the conditions in the mainland camps. This suggests that they well understand the power of the image. They appreciate that “indifference” is difficult to sustain when we are confronted with the vivid immediacy of the visual image.
In a speech in 1999, Elie Wiesel, Holocaust survivor and Nobel Peace Prize winner, spoke eloquently of the “the perils of indifference”.2 He surveyed the legacy of the twentieth century, labelling it a “violent century”, a century which encompassed two world wars, countless civil wars, a senseless chain of assassinations, civilian bloodbaths in many armed conflicts, the inhumanity in the gulags, the tragedy of Hiroshima and the vile stain of the Holocaust. “So much violence”, says Wiesel, and perhaps more surprisingly, “so much indifference”.
Indifference, as Wiesel conceives it, is “a strange and unnatural state in which the lines blur between light and darkness, dusk and dawn, crime and punishment, cruelty and compassion, good and evil”.
“What are its causes?” he asks, and its “inescapable consequences? Is it a philosophy? Is there a philosophy of indifference conceivable? Can one possibly view indifference as a virtue? Is it necessary at times to practice it simply to keep one’s sanity, live normally, enjoy a fine meal and a glass of wine, as the world around us experiences harrowing upheavals?”
“Of course,” he says, “indifference can be tempting – more than that, seductive. It is so much easier to look away from victims. It is so much easier to avoid such rude interruptions to our work, our dreams, our hopes.” It is, as he points out, “awkward, troublesome, to be involved in another person’s pain and despair.” Yet there are costs. For the person who is indifferent, “his or her neighbours are of no consequence. And, therefore, their lives are meaningless. Their hidden or even visible anguish is of no interest. Indifference reduces the Other to an abstraction.”
Wiesel argues passionately that “to be indifferent to … suffering is what makes the human being inhuman”. In his view, indifference is more dangerous than anger and hatred. He points out that anger can be a stimulus for creativity or for altruism because one is angry at injustice. But, he argues, indifference is never creative. Even hatred may elicit a response. You fight it. You denounce it. You disarm it. Indifference elicits no response. Indifference is not a response.
Indifference is not a beginning, it is an end. And, therefore, indifference is always the friend of the enemy, for it benefits the aggressor – never his victim, whose pain is magnified when he or she feels forgotten. The political prisoner in his cell, the hungry children, the homeless refugees – not to respond to their plight, not to relieve their solitude by offering them a spark of hope is to exile them from human memory. And in denying their humanity, we betray our own.
It is instructive from this perspective to remember our responses to the terrorist attacks on September 11 – reactions of grief at so many lives cut cruelly short, horror at the unprecedented scale and the cold calculation of the act – all appropriate responses.
Contrast this to the relative indifference shown to the loss of life in Afghanistan which followed. For much of the media, the war in Afghanistan ended with the fall of Kabul, and apart from the search for bin Laden and al-Quaeda, it quickly became yesterday’s news although so many civilians are still being killed. As David Edwards points out, a careful reading of the press reports at the time shows that the number of Afghan casualties of the bombing – collateral damage – quickly exceeded the loss of life on September 11.3 This on top of the decades of civil conflict, brutal repression and starvation. The fate of millions of innocents stranded in refugee camps as a result of the continuing strife in Afghanistan has been a matter of “supreme indifference” in most of the Western media. As Edwards says, “The sheer scale of what has been so casually passed over is extraordinary.”
Why universal reactions of condemnation in one case and muted responses or outright indifference in the other? Why such a discrepancy?
Perhaps it’s because we can be seduced into believing that we have no obligation to people who do not share our culture or race or religion. Perhaps it’s because the differences between “them” and “us” can be magnified to a point where these people become so alien that they tend not to be seen as fully human. They stop existing as beings with whom we share a common humanity. As a consequence, our capacity to empathise with their suffering and take in the nature of the crimes committed against them becomes partially obliterated. So we can feel the full force of the barbaric murders on September 11, but the thousands of civilian casualties in Afghanistan hardly touch us. And we, like the US military, “don’t do body counts” in Iraq and blithely catalogue the atrocities committed by Saddam Hussein and his regime while locking up his victims in the desert.
Whatever its parents or its progeny, indifference, as Wiesel reminds us, is the most poisonous of human reactions when action is needed.
Manne and Corlett’s essay provides a timely and dispassionate reading of the history of our recent refugee policy, particularly the most recent element of forcible repatriation, and how it both illustrates and is informed by what they call “the new politics of indifference”. In seeking to understand why many Australians appear largely indifferent to the fate of asylum seekers, they ask how we could tolerate such a network of “inhumane and destructive quasi-penal institutions” – the Immigration Detention Centres. How could we see the images of children behind the wire and not be moved? How could we accept the Minister’s interpretation of “lip sewing” as just another example of “their” calculated attempts to exploit “our” goodness? How could we cheer a Minister of the Crown who refuses to accept that depression is a mental illness and describes a nearly catatonic young boy as “it” – four times in one interview? And how we can stand uncomplaining as the government sends many of them back to the dangerous, life-threatening circumstances from which they fled.
They ask, rhetorically, “Can a political nation lose touch with moral reality?” and conclude that it can and it did when our government refused to allow Ahmed Alzalimi join his grieving wife after the drowning of their three daughters on the SIEV-X; that at that moment, “the cardinal Orwellian political virtue of ‘common decency’ was nowhere to be found.” In like manner, no one in the Australian government “bothered even to pretend to care about whether the hunger strikers (on Nauru) lived or died”.
The ultimate obscenity of the asylum seeker policy is the forcible repatriation of people found to be genuine refugees and those who, for various reasons, cannot return to the countries from which they came. Among the poor souls who face this threat are the Sabian Mandaeans, followers of the teachings of John the Baptist, who have fled from Iran. Together with several hundred other refugees from the repressive regime, these families face forcible deportation as part of the Howard government’s secret agreement with the government of Iran. Many have already received notice that they could, at any moment, be sent back. Indeed, several have already been removed without prior warning, and one young man was recently rescued from imminent deportation after an eleventh-hour intervention by sympathetic lawyers. Most of this is happening without any public reaction at all.
The government has persistently refused to make public the contents of the Memorandum of Understanding that details this agreement, telling the Senate and also in answer to one of my questions, that it was “not in the public interest” to make the document public. They have also consistently refused to provide any guarantees for the safety of those deported to Iran, or anywhere else for that matter. This despite the fact that the head of the United Nations Working Group on Arbitrary Detention, Justice Louis Joinet, has made it clear that, having visited Iran to inspect the human rights situation, he came away with deep concerns about the nature of Australia’s agreement with Iran, particularly the fact that, “There are no guarantees as to what will happen when they (Australian detainees) are returned to Iran.” He also expressed some scepticism about whether so-called voluntary returns would actually be voluntary.
There is no doubt that the Howard government does not regard itself as seriously bound by our international treaty obligations. But even by their degraded standards, this represents a flagrant disregard of the obligations under the Refugee Convention not to return a refugee to “a place where his or her life or liberty is threatened” and of the Torture Convention not to send a person to “a place where there is a real prospect of torture”.
While the federal government has insisted that none of the Iranians threatened with forcible deportation are owed protection under Australia’s migration laws, many of those facing deportation fear that, in the very act of providing information for their refugee applications, they have exposed themselves to greater danger if they are returned to Iran. This is especially true for those who are easily identified by religion, occupation or region, even if their names are withheld. Louis Joinet told radio journalist Tom Morton that “the very act of fleeing takes on a political complexion” and in certain cases, “this has given rise to persecution.” When apprised of this elevated risk to those forced to return, Philip Ruddock stated the implausible conclusion that if Australia’s refugee assessment process has found that they are not refugees – i.e. that they do not have a well-founded fear of persecution – then they will not be persecuted. By definition. Yes, Minister.
The Mandaeans, a tiny pre-Christian religious minority, would, almost certainly, be readily identified from Tribunal and Court transcripts. Because their religion is not recognised by the government of Iran, they are subjected to discrimination and denied the normal protections of the law. The Federal Court, in an appeal against a decision of the Refugee Review Tribunal heard last year, gave the following measured assessment of religious persecution in Iran:
In Iran all religious minorities including Christians and of course Jews, suffer varying degrees of persecution, vis a vis the Shi’ite Muslim majority. The State, since the religiously inspired revolution, does not, for example, permit non-Muslims to engage in government employment or attend university and there are restrictions on the extent to which they can fully practise their religion, for example, by teaching it. If injured or killed, they or their dependants apparently receive less compensation than would the Muslim majority, and they may suffer in assessments of their credibility as witnesses before Iranian courts.4
Religious persecution in Iran is a matter of public record and the subject of frequent comment from human rights observers and even from the US State Department. Louis Joinet told journalists that Iran was detaining dissidents and others without due process on a “large scale” and keeping them in solitary confinement. Human Rights Watch also reported that:
The arbitrary detention of students and the targeting of government critics have increased. Scholars and students who criticise the ruling clerical establishment have faced death sentences, teaching bans or long prison terms.
There are many recorded cases of the execution of minority religious leaders for no other reason than that they practise their faith and organise their followers. Iran is almost as enthusiastic as the United States in its use of the death penalty, and for much less serious offences. Amnesty records that the death penalty and various brutal forms of torture were imposed “for issues concerning freedom of association and freedom of expression”. In one year alone 113 prisoners, including long-term political prisoners, were executed in Iran. Many were also flogged, frequently in public.
Although there are several Federal Court injunctions still standing between these people and other Iranian detainees threatened with deportation, it is clear that the Howard government is determined on a program of forced deportation, first of those people whose claims for asylum have failed and then of those on temporary protection visas whose countries of origin have been deemed to have improved sufficiently to allow their return. Even a cursory examination of the state of security and basic infrastructure in both Iraq and Afghanistan would lead to the inevitable conclusion that people returned would confront serious risks to their lives and health.
The government apparently wants to test the resistance of Australians to this indecency; to estimate just how profound is our indifference. I hope they are unpleasantly surprised and that Australians will draw the line at forcing people back to situations where their very lives are at risk.5
As I was reading the Manne and Corlett essay, I was struck by the paradox that at the same time as “a terrible coldness settled on very many Australian hearts”, many others were galvanised into action as they had never been before. While the majority of our fellow citizens may have endorsed the Howard government’s (and the Opposition’s) “pitiless” response to those few thousand souls fleeing persecution at the hands of the Taliban and Saddam Hussein, there were many others who repudiated the rhetoric of “illegals” and “queue-jumpers” and “inappropriate behaviours”. For them, Tampa and the Pacific Solution were a bridge too far, the moment when the politics of indifference had to be challenged.
In my nearly twenty years in public life, I have never seen so many people devote so much energy, money and time to give practical effect to their convictions: lawyers acting without fee to challenge the prolonged detention of asylum seekers; writers and journalists meticulously unpicking the contrived fabric of deceit surrounding the official policies; men and women from churches and charities raising money, collecting furniture and clothing to support the refugees refused permission to work and thrown on the mercy of the community; artists probing the impact of our cruelty on the men, women and children we sent to remote camps and refused our compassion; medical professionals insisting that we understand the inevitably destructive consequences of the policies; academics and advocates researching and devising better policies; rural Australians standing up for TPV holders and helping them endure the separation from their families; decent people everywhere writing letters and visiting those detained and lobbying politicians for their release, setting up websites and discussion groups, and writing letters to the papers and often copping abuse for their troubles; ordinary members of both the major political parties bucking their leaders and pushing for policy change.
Perhaps there is hope, after all. I know from my many conversations with these good people that they are not likely to give up until we return to a refugee policy based on the values of a common humanity. While some of us clearly want to slip into insensibility, living moment to moment in soporific detachment from the suffering of others and finding no need to puzzle over the obvious injustices in our world, others understand the need to inquire and to reach more complex understandings – and to act to reduce the suffering of others. Like Robert Manne, they are anything but indifferent.
Carmen Lawrence
1. The New Yorker, 17 May 2004.
2. http://www.edchange.org/multicultural/speeches/elie_wiesel_perils.html
3. Edwards, David, “Media indifference to the Afghan crisis: Why is the mainstream media ignoring the mass death of Afghan civilians?”, The Ecologist, March 2002.
4. Federal Court of Australia, SCAT vs Minister for Immigration and Indigenous Affairs, 30 April 2002, http://www.austlii.edu.au/au/cases/cth/FCAFC/2003/80.html
5. The National Anti-Deportation Alliance has been formed to stop these forcible deportations.
SENDING THEM HOME
Response to Senator Amanda Vanstone
Although I am grateful that Senator Amanda Vanstone has responded to Sending Them Home, it is difficult to believe either that she has read the essay attentively or given much thought to her reply. Senator Vanstone begins by including me among a “small but articulate section of the Australian community” who, she claims, believe their fellow Australians to be “racist and xenophobic”. In fact in Sending Them Home there is no discussion which might lead readers to think I hold such a view. In the essay I use the word “racist” only once and then in a context entirely unconnected to the opinions of the Australian people. The word “xenophobic” never appears. Whenever I am asked, in public discussions, whether I think the Australian people or indeed the ministers in the Howard government are racists, I reply that I do not. While both the Australian people and their government might be blind to the suffering inflicted here on Middle Eastern Islamic refugees – in a way that would not be tolerated with regard, for example, to white Zimbabwean refugees – this blindness is, in my opinion, different to racism according to the generally accepted meaning of that word.
Having mischaracterised my view of the Australian people, Senator Vanstone reminds me that “1.2 billion people live in absolute, dire poverty, surviving on less than a US $1 a day” and that “the world has millions of vulnerable people and people smugglers will always play on that vulnerability.” How these vulnerable people, living on $1 a day, can afford to buy a passage from a people smuggler is not explained.
Senator Vanstone continues with a discussion of doubtful relevance concerning the vast number of “illegal immigrants who enter Europe and North America” each year. Helpfully she points out that “it is obvious to anyone with an open mind that the overwhelming majority of these people are not refugees.” Obviously, I do not disagree. Indeed, as elsewhere Senator Vanstone acknowledges, in Sending Them Home I argue that, “In Europe and North America very large numbers of people from both the non-Western and post-Communist worlds have sought residence in the West through the exploitation of existing refugee law, that is by claims of persecution which are either exaggerated or invented.” The point of this argument was that, quite unlike the experience of Europe and North America, more than 90 per cent of the “fourth-wave” asylum seekers who reached Australia by boat between 1999 and 2001 were found by the rigorous Australian refugee determination process to be bona fide refugees. That this was so points to what is called in Sending Them Home “the fundamental paradox” of Australia’s treatment of asylum seekers who arrive without valid visas, namely “the discrepancy between the smallness of the size of the asylum seeker ‘problem’ and the height of the anti-asylum seeker wall”. It is obvious that no Western country has treated asylum seekers as cruelly as Australia has done in recent years – with our unique combination of unreviewable mandatory detention, temporary protection visas for proven refugees, military repulsion and offshore processing detention camps. Why we have treated unauthorised asylum seeker arrivals with unparalleled harshness is a central question of Sending Them Home, one which the Minister prefers not to discuss.
Acknowledging that more than 90 per cent of the unauthorised boat arrivals were eventually found to be genuine refugees, Senator Vanstone wonders why I still complain about the continued imprisonment and threatened repatriation of the small number of asylum seekers from Iraq, Afghanistan and Iran who the system eventually decided were not Convention refugees. This is a fair question which demands a serious reply.
As a matter of fact I am not opposed to the forced repatriation of illegal immigrants or of “failed” asylum seekers coming from countries where no threat to their freedom or their safety will arise as a consequence of their involuntary return. I do not, for example, think the Australian government was wrong to repatriate most of the “boat people” from China who arrived in the mid-1990s. I am, however, resolutely opposed to the return of even failed asylum seekers to ferocious police states like theocratic Iran or to the desperately insecure situations of present-day Iraq or Afghanistan. In cases such as these a balance must be struck between the damage to the Australian refugee determination system by an act of mercy to those few hundred asylum seekers whose cases, for one reason or another, have failed, and the damage that might be done either by imprisoning such people for an indefinite time (allowing them slowly to go mad) or sending them home to countries where their lives might be placed seriously at risk. There were only a comparatively small number of asylum seeker arrivals in Australia before October 2001. Since Tampa there have been virtually no unauthorised asylum seeker arrivals at all. No real harm will be done to the refugee determination system if Australia now errs on the side of generosity. Very considerable harm will be done to innocent individuals in the case of indefinite imprisonment or forcible return to Iraq, Afghanistan or Iran.
Senator Vanstone claims that I “reject” one element of the government’s system for managing its humanitarian migration program – namely the reduction of one “offshore” humanitarian place for every “onshore” asylum seeker claim that succeeds. It is not so much the system that I reject, a system, by the way, not used by some other countries, like the United States, which operate both “onshore” and “offshore” refugee programs. What I reject is the nonsensical, moralistic claims made by ministers of the Howard government that the “onshore” arrivals knowingly “steal places” from the “offshore” refugees living in Third World camps. The idea of theft involves a notion of intention. No asylum seeker reaching Australia could possibly be aware that if their applications for asylum succeed, an offshore applicant will, as a consequence, lose a potential place.
According to Senator Vanstone I am unconcerned about the plight of these refugees in Third World camps. This is not so. She arrives at this false conclusion simply because of my willingness to point to a self-evident truth, namely that since there are perhaps 14 million refugees in the contemporary world, even with the best will in the world, Australia (with an annual quota of 13,000 humanitarian migration places, of which 6000 go to UNHCR refugees) will never be able to offer homes to more than a minuscule fraction of these refugees.
Notwithstanding Senator Vanstone’s debating bluster, there is in what she says a genuine problem which needs to be confronted, namely why Australia should provide homes for refugees with the means to make it to our shore while there are so many refugees languishing in Third World camps. One answer is legal. If an asylum seeker arrives on Australian territory seeking refuge, we are obliged, under the UN Refugee Convention we have signed, to assess the validity of the claim. The more important answer, argued at length in Sending Them Home, is moral. In my opinion certain obligations arise from the human relationship established by a call for help made in our presence. I call this “the ethics of proximity”. There seems no point in repeating the argument here. Even if Senator Vanstone does not agree with the argument, or understand it, it makes little sense to dismiss it as the “ethics of tokenism”, whatever that might mean.
Senator Vanstone claims that I find it embarrassing to acknowledge the “success” of the Howard government policy in driving away asylum seekers by the use of military force. She could not be more wrong. There is a certain kind of liberal sentimentalism which finds it awkward to acknowledge that brutal policies often achieve their ends. I do not think like this. To make an admittedly extreme comparison, just as the Chinese government has very effectively silenced democratic dissent for a decade and a half by the use of tanks at Tiananmen Square, so has the Howard government effectively stemmed the flow of asylum seeker boats by the use of the Australian Navy to drive these potential refugees away. Far from being embarrassed about acknowledging the government’s post-Tampa success, since mid-2002 (by which time the “achievement” was plain) I have consistently argued that as Australia was now effectively an asylum seeker-free zone, the continued incarceration of “failed” asylum seekers in remote or desert prisons and the continued torment of refugees through the system of temporary protection visas – both parts of an earlier, unsuccessful deterrent strategy – could only be explained as a policy of bureaucratic inertia or as cruelty of an entirely purposeless kind.
The most depressing dimension of Senator Vanstone’s reply lies not so much in what she argues but in what she fails to discuss. Sending Them Home gives great detail about the shocking consequences for vulnerable asylum seekers of Australia’s brutish behaviour, in particular through the stories it tells of Shayan Badraie (mandatory detention), Ahmed Alzilimi and Sondos Ismael (temporary protection) and of the collective experience of the inmates of the quasi-penal colony on Nauru (the Pacific Solution). Senator Vanstone does not deny that her government has inflicted such cruelties on thousands of innocent human beings. Rather she seems to regard this analysis of such little consequence that concerning it she says not one word. In this silence Senator Amanda Vanstone’s response provides unwitting confirmation of the central thesis of Sending Them Home, of the arrival in Australia of what is called a new politics of indifference.
I would like to believe that this indifference is actually, in the case of this Minister, at least partly feigned. Since the publication of Sending Them Home some 130 Afghan asylum seekers on Nauru have been granted refugee status by Australia and been offered homes. Since its publication, mainly for political reasons, several long-term detainees in Australia, including some children, have at long last been released, albeit on bridging visas which ensure that even severely sick women and children have no access to pharmaceutical benefits or Medicare. Finally, as I write, although details have not yet been announced and a Cabinet decision has not yet been made, the press is reporting that the Minister plans a wide-ranging reform of the temporary protection visa system. On balance it now looks a little less likely than it did at the time of writing that the more than 9000 Iraqi, Afghan and Iranian refugees on temporary visas will eventually be repatriated. One can only pray that this is indeed the case.
This response to Senator Vanstone allows me to correct two small errors which appeared in Sending Them Home. The Afghan man who died in his bed on Nauru died one year earlier than was claimed. Not all the Afghan hunger strikers last Christmas were Hazaras.
Robert Manne
26 May 2004
SENDING THEM HOME
Correspondence
Robert Manne’s essay Sending Them Home: Refugees and the New Politics of Indifference is the latest addition to a genre that is popular within a small but articulate section of the Australian community. Dear to the heart of this collection of church leaders, journalists and academics is the view that a large section of the Australian community is racist and xenophobic. Perhaps because they feel unappreciated by the wider Australian community, many Australian intellectuals have tended to regard their “ordinary” brothers and sisters as redneck and racist. The views of this bunch in relation to asylum seeking are built on a psychological foundation of denial about some very uncomfortable realities.
The first is that global inequality and the growth of people smuggling combine to undermine the integrity of the international system, designed to grant protection to those people most in need.
The reality is that 1.2 billion people live in absolute, dire poverty, surviving on less than a US$1 a day. The world has millions of vulnerable people and people smugglers will always prey on that vulnerability.
Secondly, our tender-minded intellectuals cannot face the fact Australia’s capacity to provide places for refugees is necessarily finite. If we accept as a refugee someone whose claims are doubtful, we do so at the expense of someone else whose claims for permanent protection may be stronger. We can only help so many people and nothing can change that.
Focused on his own compassion and always ready to point an accusing finger, Robert Manne seems impervious to these uncomfortable realities. If he had taken a long hard look at some basic facts, he might have been much slower to condemn governments tasked with making the tough decisions these facts impose.
According to the International Organisation for Migration there are an estimated 30 to 40 million illegal immigrants worldwide. Annually, around 500,000 illegal migrants enter Europe and another 700,000 enter the USA. It is obvious to anyone with an open mind that the overwhelming majority of these people are not refugees.
Most of the 10 million people the United Nations estimates are genuine refugees live in camps where life is hard, generally much harder than in many of the source countries for Australia’s recent unlawful entrants. They are not wandering the world looking for a place to stop. Of course it is true that genuine refugees still cross borders to seek protection in Western countries. And it is important that access to a refugee determination process and a place of protection be available to all who need to seek protection.
Robert Manne is not moved by the plight of people in camps, however; they, it seems, are the world’s problem, not Australia’s.
But the reality today, which is confirmed by the statistics of asylum claims in Western countries, is that the overwhelming majority of claimants in recent years have not been found to be refugees.
In the Netherlands, for example, in 2002 only 0.6 per cent of claimants were given refugee status and a total of 12.2 per cent were given some form of protection. In Germany less than 10 per cent of claimants were successful in 2002 in gaining any form of protection.
In many cases, the people who arrive illegally in Western countries have travelled through countries where they could have found protection. Indeed, many of them may have enjoyed long-term protection in another country. Their motives for proceeding to the wealthy West are obvious. They want a better standard of living. This is no doubt a fact that causes discomfort for the guilt merchants.
Robert Manne admits that “very large numbers” of people have sought to exploit refugee laws by “claims of persecution which are either exaggerated or invented”. However, he does not dwell on this point or face the scale of the problem. The psychology of denial requires him to move on quickly.
With hundreds of thousands of people flowing into affluent European Western countries and most claims for asylum being rejected, there is inevitably a buildup of people without legal status. The many legal obstacles to removal of unsuccessful claimants in most jurisdictions are a major part of the problem.
In Europe, in particular, there have been relatively few removals. European countries have emphasised the importance of voluntary return. If failed asylum seekers are not removed, then assessment processes seem pointless and they can be allowed to move slowly.
What has happened, to be candid about it, is that the Europeans have made a virtue out of necessity. They cannot easily prevent arrivals, nor easily remove people, so they have been happy for their response to be portrayed as an exercise in compassion. Things are changing, however. The Europeans are more actively tackling these issues. Some of the approaches being considered mirror those taken by the Australian government. Robert Manne needs to open his eyes and see what is happening.
The Netherlands, a longstanding champion of the UN Refugee Convention, has recently confronted the problem of failed asylum seekers. In February this year the Dutch Parliament legislated to introduce involuntary removal for failed asylum seekers. This applies to an estimated 26,000 people who have arrived since the introduction of new asylum legislation in 2001. Some still have avenues of appeal open, but they now know that involuntary removal stands at the end of the process.
The sad reality is that the international system of protection for people fleeing persecution is under threat from economically motivated illegal migration. Unless the integrity of the asylum system can be ensured – and this means that failed asylum seekers must be returned – the whole system is in danger of falling into disrepute. Attacks on the return of failed asylum seekers are undermining the integrity of the 1951 Convention.
Unless governments around the world actively discourage the use of people smugglers the United Nation’s system becomes a second-class system, available only to those who cannot afford to pay a people smuggler.
The hope of an orderly system of resettlement for those refugees most in need of a new home is under threat from those who are happy for people smugglers to decide who gets resettled
Robert Manne makes much of the fact a large percentage of boat people in the years leading up to Tampa had been successful in their asylum claims in Australia. Yet he does not acknowledge that this suggests that Australia’s system is fair and that people whose claims are not recognised should leave Australia. His world is a world where everyone can have what they want, where no one gains something else at the expense of anyone else. This is the attitude of the armchair commentator, not someone with actual responsibility for making the tough decisions of government.
Manne rejects any connection between places granted “onshore”, that is, asylum claims approved for people who have arrived in Australia one way or another, and “offshore places”, that is, places granted to people outside Australia. He cannot face the reality that having set the number of places to be taken by refugees, any place taken by an “onshore” grantee will be at the expense of an “offshore” applicant.
Yet this is the way our system works. We grant as many places per year as we think we reasonably can. In 2004–05 it will increase from 12,000 to 13,000. If any of these places are unfilled in the year in which they are allocated, they are added to the allocation of the following year. Our commitment to providing protection to people most in need is clear and transparent. Where a person on a temporary protection visa no longer needs protection and leaves Australia, the place vacated will be added to the allocation available for that year. This is a transparent process. It makes brutally clear the fact that we live in a world where all of the good things we take for granted in Australia are very limited, globally.
Nowhere is Robert Manne’s state of denial more evident than in relation to the Pacific Solution. The decision to hear asylum seekers’ claims outside Australia has been very effective in stemming the flow of asylum seekers into Australia by boat.
The success of the Pacific Solution is something that seems to have Robert Manne shifting uncomfortably in his armchair. The objective of asylum seekers heading for Australia is to get a foothold in Australia, rather than to gain protection that may well be available elsewhere. If they make it to Australia, Australian courts and Australian refugee advocates offer a hope that people can stay, irrespective of the strength of any refugee claim. For claimants in detention, the advocates fight for release. For people granted a temporary visa, the advocates campaign for permanent visas.
Manne cites the case of the Minasa Bone, the Indonesian fishing vessel carrying fourteen Turkish Kurds that landed on Melville Island in 2003. He notes that the excision of Melville Island from Australia’s migration zone effectively prevented claims from being made in Australia. He fails, however, to mention how this story ends, with offshore processing. When the fourteen were given the opportunity to have their claims heard in Indonesia by the United Nations High Commission for Refugees (UNHCR), seven did not even bother to take this opportunity – they caught the first plane back to Turkey. The rest had their claims refused and left shortly after that. In interviews with the media before leaving, they described their motives as a desire to set up kebab shops and earn $8000 a week, and to meet Australian women.
Robert Manne and other refugee advocates never explain why they are unwilling to abide by the umpire’s rules. It is evident, however, that they are sympathetic to any claim made by an asylum seeker and ready to reject as biased the assessments made by Immigration Department officials or the Refugee Review Tribunal.
Part of Robert Manne’s problem is his unwillingness to consider numbers. He wants us to focus on the 12,000 people who sought to reach Australia in the period in question. “There is little we can do for the overwhelming majority of the fourteen million.” He calls this “the ethics of proximity”. I call it the ethics of tokenism. This is just the salving of a conscience that cannot face the ugly reality of millions of refugees, let alone the much bigger moral problem of global inequality.
The most moral and compassionate way of responding to this horrendous problem is not to take the easy way out by accepting only those on your doorstep, but to determinedly take first those most in need. Largely they will not be people who can afford to pay people smugglers.
The fact is that Australia’s refugee and humanitarian program, which will have 13,000 places in 2004–05, can play an important part in helping the UNHCR to work with affected governments to solve the problems of refugees in camps. The UNHCR’s preference is always for people to return to their homes if this is at all possible. Where this is not possible, resettlement can play a critical role in resolving longstanding problems.
Over the past decade Australia has welcomed a million migrants from all over the world. Included in this are more than a hundred thousand refugee and humanitarian entrants. This is not a sign of a country that is xenophobic or racist. It is not cold or lacking in compassion. But clearly the majority of Australians, who support the government’s policy, are able to face harsh realities that leave tender-minded intellectuals in denial.
Robert Manne and other woolly-minded critics of our refugee policy need to face the fact that their armchair moralising is not some harmless excess of compassion. It provides critical support to the burgeoning people-smuggling business, which in turn threatens the future of the international refugee protection system. If this thought does not get through the net of denial that lets him sleep peacefully every night, he could reflect on the responsibility he would hold for any future loss of life through people getting into leaky boats and attempting to enter Australia unlawfully.
Amanda Vanstone
BEAUTIFUL LIES
Response to Correspondence
In his belated reply to my Quarterly Essay John Benson accuses me of a plethora of shortcomings, from conducting loose and careless research to perpetuating inaccuracies and aiding land-clearers. Such a spray is more in the nature of attempted character assassination than scientific debate, and cannot (nor indeed should it) be fully replied to here. Suffice to say that for a “loosely researched” book (which in fact took a decade of my life to research) The Future Eaters has stood well in academic circles: ten years after its publication it remains prescribed reading for many university courses both in Australia and the US.
A few of Benson’s misquotations of my work do, however, need to be clarified.
1) Benson claims that I endorse the notion that Aborigines should be allowed to hunt in “wilderness” areas using four-wheel drives. A sensational headline, but utterly untrue. In fact what I said is that, in the spirit of Mabo, Aborigines with spiritual connection to sacred sites in national parks should be allowed to visit them, using four-wheel drives if necessary (an important concession given the fragile health of many Aboriginal elders).
2) Benson casts doubt on my hypothesis of mega-faunal extinction in Australia by citing “recent” research at Cuddie Springs. Yet he neglects to mention the most recent published research in this area, by Monash University archaeologist Bruno David and University of Wollongong geographer Richard Roberts, among others. Both have undertaken recent, detailed studies, with Roberts demonstrating that sand-grains of different ages are mixed together in critical layers at Cuddie Springs, and David showing that Aboriginal grindstones of a type that are less than 1000 years old elsewhere are mixed with the bones of mega-fauna tens of thousands of years old at the site. Such omissions make it hard to read Benson’s comments as a serious attempt at engaging in the debate about mega-faunal extinction.
3) Benson says that I have given comfort to the land-clearers. What he fails to mention is that as a member of the Wentworth Group of concerned scientists I was party to the largest reform ever made to land-clearing legislation in New South Wales, and have also been involved in the efforts to stop land clearing in Queensland (the fate of which currently hangs in the balance). The commitment of $460 million to stop land clearing in New South Wales is a direct result of the efforts of myself and my fellow Wentworthians. If land clearing is really the issue, why does Benson concentrate on the way my work was purportedly misused by others attempting to justify land clearing, yet entirely ignore the Wentworth Group’s contribution to halting land clearing in New South Wales? Surely actions speak louder than supposedly misquoted words.
4) Benson says that in my Quarterly Essay I “play down” the efforts that led to the reservation of places like Frazer Island. I most emphatically do not do that. Instead what I do is point out the challenges ahead by acknowledging that significant extinctions have occurred, and continue to occur, in our reserved lands. Benson seems to think that I put these extinctions down solely to changed fire regimes. This is wrong. Clearly we need to manage all threatening processes.
The bottom line for me is that reserving the land is just the beginning (and that in no way denigrates those who did the reserving). The challenge facing us now is managing those reserved lands to maintain their full biodiversity – and this is something that we, as a nation, are patently failing at, for there is in all likelihood not a single national park in mainland temperate Australia that retains the full biodiversity it had in 1788. To adopt the “don’t criticise” attitude of Benson in regard to reserved lands is, I believe, to fail those who worked so hard to reserve the lands and their biodiversity in the first place.
There are many critical issues in the areas I covered in my Quarterly Essay that will require long and tedious research to clarify. The role of cats in causing extinctions is one, mega-faunal extinction another, and the causes of the mysteriously delayed return of Southern Right whales to the Australian coast is a third. Many opinions exist on all of these matters, and as researchers in the general field we are entitled to debate all of them. But we are also obliged to contribute to the body of data that these debates are based on.
In my case I continue to do primary research into the timing and causes of mega-faunal extinction. In effect I’m constantly trying to falsify my own hypothesis, and I will be delighted if and when I or somebody else succeeds in this, for that is the way that science progresses.
The nature of burning in eastern Australia prior to 1788 is an area of national importance as well as an area of great professional interest to Benson. As one of Australia’s few professional scientists working in fire ecology he has the opportunity to contribute primary research on this topic, yet I have seen very little by way of original contributions by Benson to this debate. Instead he wastes his time in attempts at denigrating my science and in misconstruing the things I say. It’s about time that Benson and other like-minded individuals undertook the hard work of proving me wrong, rather than frittering away their time and mine with cheap shots and polemic.
Tim Flannery
BEAUTIFUL LIES
Correspondence
The issues discussed in Tim Flannery’s Beautiful Lies raise a complex but important debate with major ramifications for how we manage the Australian landscape. The debate is about vegetation structure and fire ecology. It’s also about the way simplistic statements made by reputable authors such as Tim Flannery can be used to justify ongoing damage to the Australian landscape.
First, I must refute some accusations Dr Flannery made in QE11 in response to a letter by the NSW Minister for the Environment, Bob Debus. Debus challenged Flannery’s assertion that increased bushfire intensity is due to less regular burning and that a run of intense fires has caused species extinctions in places such as Royal National Park near Sydney. He argued that there are other explanations for species loss including the introduction of exotic predators and that the fires in the Park were due to extreme climatic conditions. Arson has also increased in recent decades. To support some of his case Debus cited a scientific review paper that I co-authored with Phil Redpath on the nature of pre-European vegetation and fire regimes in southern-eastern Australia.1
In his response to Debus, Flannery suggested that Redpath or I contributed to the Debus letter before it was published. This was not the case. Neither of us was aware of it until after it was published. However, we agree with its content. Although changed fire regimes may have played a role in some species extinctions in Australia, this has probably been insignificant compared to the impacts of domestic stock, exotic predators and European land use practices.
Flannery also asserted that we had published an “outright lie” about his writings on Aboriginal burning frequency. In our article we stated that the early explorers’ statements were used to give an impression that burning took place annually. In his book The Future Eaters Flannery used the term “frequent” in describing Aboriginal burning practices. However, he failed to qualify this by mentioning Aborigines did not burn everywhere “frequently”. The idea that Aborigines “more or less annually” burnt most of the country has been stated in places such as the booklet prepared by Ryan et al, The Australian landscape – Observations of Explorers and Early Settlers.2 They refer to Flannery’s writings to support their case. This booklet is discussed below.
Fire and the mega-fauna
In The Future Eaters, Tim Flannery states that the Aborigines burnt the land “frequently”. This supports his hypothesis of a human blitzkrieg that caused the mega-fauna extinction. In brief, Flannery considers that the Aborigines hunted the mega-fauna to extinction within 2000 years of their arrival 40,000–50,000 years ago. He proposes that this led to a profusion of vegetation that fuelled large-scale bushfires which in turn led to the Aborigines frequently burning the bush to control fuel levels. Flannery asserts that this frequent burning changed the previous vegetation into open grassy woodland and grasslands. He then asserts that a cessation of Aboriginal burning since European settlement led to a regrowth of shrubby vegetation and this caused species extinctions, particularly of medium to small-sized native mammals. This is why in Beautiful Lies and elsewhere Flannery suggests re-introducing frequent burning to manage the bush now.
To the lay reader this sounds like a plausible hypothesis – it is certainly ingenious in its scope. However, it is not supported by much scientific evidence and it is likely that the hypothesis is wrong. Climate change over millions of years was the main director of vegetation change in Australia. Fires have raged on this continent for millions of years including during the times of the mega-fauna. The evidence for this lies in soil cores and palaeo-botanical research, some of which is beautifully summarised in Mary White’s book After the Greening: the Browning of Gondwana. Australia’s flora have adjusted to the drying out of the continent as it drifted north into lower latitudes by developing hard wax-covered leaves, reduced transpiration, hard woody seed coats, underground root systems that allows vegetative re-sprouting and other features. Many of these features are also advantageous to plants surviving fire.
Even if the Aborigines did rapidly extinguish the mega-fauna through hunting pressure, other species would most likely have taken over their herbivore niches. In any case, we know that invertebrate animals account for much of the herbivory of Australian vegetation. As for the loss of small mammals due to cessation of burning after European settlement, this seems an illogical argument since they require vegetation cover to protect them from predators. Cover is lost with frequent burning but is gained when there are long inter-fire periods. To add to the debate, there is evidence that early graziers burnt some areas more than the Aborigines (see our 1997 article for detailed references and discussion about this). Furthermore, recent research at Cuddie Springs south of Walgett in northwestern NSW by Judith Field of the University of Sydney points to an 8000-year co-existence (from 36,000 to 28,000 years ago) of Aborigines with the mega-fauna. If Field’s data is accurate, it not only challenges Flannery’s Future Eaters blitzkrieg hypothesis but also the consequences of that hypothesis about the scope of Aboriginal burning regimes. Field considers climate change may have played a major role in the extinction of the mega-fauna.
Regrowth and land clearing
The other aspect of this debate involves regrowth of vegetation and this relates to the discussion on fire above. The people who are the greatest advocates for clearing vegetation in NSW and Queensland are dry-land grain croppers, cotton growers and beef cattle graziers. Big agribusinesses are involved along with some wealthy farmers. Publications such as The Australian Landscape – Observations of Explorers and Early Settlers, professional rural lobby groups and influential individual farmers have used Flannery’s and other popular writers’ views about fire and regrowth to justify land clearing. They state that there has been massive regrowth of woody vegetation (shrubs and trees) due to a cessation of Aboriginal burning and by clearing it they are restoring it to a pre-European vegetation structure. This is largely nonsense but it has fooled some politicians and bureaucrats.
These people are clearing land to grow crops, not to restore some notion of a natural vegetation structure. If they were simply thinning regrowth it would be less of a problem for the environment. However, one cannot count a wheat crop as an environmental gain. Cropping wipes out most native species, destroys much of the soil biota and replaces them with an exotic monoculture. It’s not as if we don’t have lots of cleared country. In most parts of the Australian wheatbelt less than 20 per cent of the original extent of native vegetation remains. Yet they are trying to clear more of this despite documented species and ecosystem decline and the long-term ramifications of rising salinity levels to agricultural production. And they are pushing the grain belt further into marginal land at a time when climate change scenarios are predicting less reliable rainfall in these regions.
Nyngan is a town of about 3000 people on the western edge of the NSW wheatbelt. The surrounding countryside has moderate to poor soils and an unreliable and relatively low rainfall. It is marginal cropping country. Some landholders want to convert grazing country to crops to cash in on the better commodity prices for grains than for sheep or cattle. This requires them to clear the country. In fact, they want to clear about 80 per cent of the private land in the region. Recently massive areas have been cleared in the region leading up to the introduction of new vegetation management laws in New South Wales. This has mostly been done without permission under current laws. The land clearers in the Nyngan region argue they are clearing “woody shrubby regrowth”. However, in clearing the shrubs they sometimes also clear everything including old eucalyptus and wattle trees. More importantly, they are sowing annual crops so this radically impacts on the environment. The farmers say the woody regrowth is causing soil erosion and the shrubs have grown due to a lack of Aboriginal burning – thereby reflecting Flannery’s writings. An expert science panel reviewed the literature on soil erosion in relation to woody regrowth. It reported that site management, seasonal conditions and grazing pressure are most important in determining ground cover and therefore erosion.3 It is possible that the loss of topsoil after 150 years of excessive grazing, particularly during drought periods, may have created conditions that favour the survival of shrub species over herbaceous plants. Nevertheless, this does not suggest that shrub species did not occur in those areas, but rather are advantaged by the prevailing land management activities.
The creation of a myth
In 1995 a booklet was published titled The Australian Landscape – Observations of Explorers and Early Settlers. It was compiled by David Ryan, a former fire management officer with State Forests of NSW, Jim Ryan, an ex-hydro engineer and landholder from the town of Bredbo on the NSW Southern Tablelands, and Barry Starr who was then an employee in the former NSW Department of Land and Water Conservation (Murrumbidgee Region). The timing of the publication of this booklet coincided with the introduction of the first regulations in New South Wales to control land clearing. These regulations were in response to a public outcry over land clearing rates in New South Wales and the impact this was having on landscape functioning, river systems, wildlife and soil salinity.
The Ryan booklet was financed by the NSW Farmers Association and the former NSW Department of Land and Water Conservation. One could interpret it as a propaganda tool to convince those in power that clearing land was restoring the landscape to a notional natural state. It relied on the selective use of quotations from early explorers and some popular texts to support its case. One of these was Tim Flannery’s The Future Eaters and Flannery has repeated similar statements in his essay Beautiful Lies.
In 1997 Phil Redpath and I exposed major flaws in the Ryan booklet. A review of its historical references showed that different interpretations could be made of journal passages when read in their full context and when other passages were taken into account. The scientific literature on species–fire interactions, also reviewed, cast further doubt on the claims in Ryan et al and in Flannery’s writings on fire and vegetation. Yet the views of Ryan et al have been perpetrated as a myth by some farmer lobby groups, elements of the forest industry and others in order to justify frequent widespread burning and clearing native vegetation.
This is not just an esoteric academic debate. It impacts on the sustainable management of the natural resources of this fragile continent. It is about the way some loosely researched material in Tim Flannery’s The Future Eaters and in his essay Beautiful Lies are taken as scientific fact and used by those intent on continuing the degradation of the Australian landscape for economic gain without being made accountable for the long-term effects of consequences such as salinity.
Other controversies
Much of Beautiful Lies is drawn from Flannery’s earlier book The Future Eaters. I have no qualms with most of the essay’s content including the sentiments expressed in the chapters titled “The Founding Lie”, “White Liars”, “The Colonial Drain”, “Fighting for the Future”, “Australia Adrift” and “Sweet and Sour Nation”. These discuss some important social issues and matters to do with sustainable management of rural lands including the problems of over-allocation of water, soil erosion and degradation and salinity. Flannery is right to raise these big natural resource issues but he is wrong to criticise the benefits of the national reserve system and wilderness to the conservation of biodiversity and natural ecosystems and by default to our own sustainability.
Beautiful Lies contains several controversial statements, some of which were debated on the ABC Radio National Earthbeat program in April 2003. The participants in this debate were Flannery, a New Zealand whale expert Mike Donahoe, and me. Besides the issue of fire frequency, the debate covered these matters:
Cats: In his essay Flannery states that there is no evidence that cats caused the extinction of any species or animal in Australia. During the radio debate I handed Flannery a copy of a definitive review paper on this topic compiled by Sydney University researchers that reveals that up to seven species of animal may have become extinct due to predation by cats by 1850.4 Other factors such as sheep and changed fire patterns may have played a role but you cannot state, as Flannery does in Beautiful Lies, that cats did not cause any extinctions.
Sustainable whaling: It seems Flannery fell for Japanese propaganda about sustainable harvesting of Minke whales by repeating their hypothesis that the relatively large numbers of Minke whales may be inhibiting the recovery of large, rarer whales such as the South Right Whale through competition for food. Mike Donahue shot this hypothesis down by revealing that Minke whales eat different food than Southern Right whales and that illegal whaling by the Russians in the 1970s was mostly to blame for the lack of recovery of the Southern Right whale.
Wilderness, the reserve system and Aboriginal burning
In the chapter “The Dead Hand” Tim Flannery plays down the importance of the “flagship” battles won by the environment movement such as protecting special places such as Frazer Island and the Franklin River, stopping whaling, saving tracts of forest from the chainsaws and establishing a system of conservation reserves and wilderness areas to sample biodiversity and protect landscapes. He considers that reserves have failed to protect species from becoming extinct because they were intensely managed by Aborigines through the application of frequent fire and now are not.
Fire doubtless has a role to play in species management. By studying the ecology of a range of species that occur in an area, an appropriate fire regime can be implemented including through controlled burning if that is required. And burning to protect property is not in question here. However, species extinctions from natural remnants are most likely explained by the direct and indirect impacts of fragmentation of the landscape – a fact well established in scientific literature.
Taking Royal National Park near Sydney as an example, it is now surrounded by an urban sprawl, is encroached upon by domestic pets including dogs and cats, the voracious fox is common and pollution of waterways is difficult to control. These factors explain the loss of wildlife. You cannot just blame this on altered fire regimes due to a cessation of frequent Aboriginal burning. In any case we do not know how the area was burnt by Aboriginal people, although, paradoxically, recent charcoal evidence from Gibbon Lagoon near the town of Bundeena suggests that fire may have increased in frequency since European occupation of the region.5 This is the opposite scenario to what Flannery suggests. Besides, when it comes to assessing fire frequency the most informative approach to study is the life cycle of a number of species of plants and animals that exist in an area.
Researchers have demonstrated that a fire-free interval in the order of 8–25 years is required to maintain biodiversity in shrubby sandstone country around Sydney, including Royal National Park. This possibly mirrors long term El Nino climate patterns. However, it needs to be emphasised that appropriate inter-fire intervals vary for different types of vegetation in different locations across Australia, a fact recognised in many bushfire management planning instruments.
In Beautiful Lies Flannery questions the concept of wilderness, suggesting it supports terra nullius. He has stated that the Aborigines managed all of the landscape therefore none of it (other than the uninhabited Lord Howe Island) was wilderness at the time of European settlement. In a recent article in the Sydney Morning Herald’s Good Weekend magazine about the Wollemi National Park wilderness west of Sydney, Flannery was quoted as stating that Aboriginal people ought to be allowed to “hunt, use four-wheel drives and set up camps” because they originally managed these areas.
Over thousands of years Aboriginal people would have traversed every part of Australia but it is doubtful they intensively fire-stick managed all of it as was suggested in the 1950s and 1960s by anthropologists such as Tindale and Rhys Jones. Aboriginal numbers were limited (300,000–1,000,000 for the continent) and they concentrated mostly where Europeans now live or farm – on higher nutrient soils that produce more game and edible plant life. I agree that Aborigines may have regularly patch-burnt some grassy woodlands, grasslands, areas around camps and access routes. However, shrubby places such as Wollemi National Park are so low in nutrients it is doubtful that many Aborigines could have survived there other than for short visits, let alone intensively managed the whole 500,000 ha area. The recently discovered art sites in Wollemi may confirm the area was visited for certain purposes.
The biology of species reveals more about how places may have been burnt either by Aborigines or by natural fires. Many reserved lands in south-eastern Australia contain groups of plant species that are intolerant of being burnt every few years. Some vegetation types such as rainforest or saltbush cannot survive frequent fire at all and may become locally extinct. It is unlikely that Aboriginal people would have burnt too frequently if it affected food resources in rainforest or wetter forests. However, they may have regularly patch-burnt grassland areas to stimulate native yams that were a staple diet in south-eastern Australia. The point is that different types of vegetation were probably burnt differently by Aborigines. However, it beggars belief that such small numbers of people could have burnt the whole country all of the time as is suggested by some popular writers.
The national conservation reserve system and wilderness areas are the prime means of ensuring the survival of species simply because it is unlikely they will be grossly changed by humans. This contrasts with bushland on private land that is being cleared or over-grazed and some state forests that are being felled at unsustainable rates. At least our national parks are being professionally managed, albeit on limited budgets, by well-trained people who are dedicated to maintaining biodiversity. To downplay the importance of the national reserve system is foolhardy, yet this is what Flannery does in Beautiful Lies. However, most biologists (me included) agree with Flannery’s call to improve the sustainable management of the ecosystems across rural landscapes as this is the matrix between the conservation reserves. This (mainly private) land is vital to the long-term survival of numerous species and to future agricultural production. For these reasons a number of scientific colleagues and myself have been calling for a cessation of broadscale land clearing for over a decade now and have endeavoured to persuade governments to help farmers rehabilitate over-cleared regions! In that decade about six million hectares of bushland in Queensland and between 500,000 ha and 1 million hectares of bushland in New South Wales have been cleared. The next year or so will see if the politicians are serious about stopping this onslaught. Most of the public certainly want it stopped.
After the ABC radio debate on Beautiful Lies Tim Flannery lent over to me in the studio and said “I guess I should do better checks on my facts.” I agreed. Tim Flannery does himself a disservice by not doing so. He has a gift for writing and raises some important issues. However, he sometimes covers topics in which he lacks expertise and is therefore prone to make erroneous statements. These have been used by some as justification to destroy more land and wildlife habitat. Without losing his enthusiasm for environmental issues, Tim Flannery should check details more thoroughly when he pens articles for popular consumption.
John Benson
Acknowledgements: I thank Phil Redpath for commenting on the text. The views expressed are my own and are not necessarily those of the NSW government.
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5. Mooney, S.D., Radford, K.L. & Hancock, G., “Clues to the ‘burning question’: pre-European fire in the Sydney coastal region from sedimentary charcoal and palynology”, Ecological Management & Restoration 2(3), 2000, pp. 203–212.
WHITEFELLA JUMP UP
Correspondence
One must sympathise with Germaine Greer. Despite her solid grounding in academia and a reputation built on finely honed argument covering a wide range of subjects, she also serves another, lesser master. She is a seasoned television personality – indeed one might argue a child of the media known to the majority only via her appearances on the box – and she must be well aware of the exactions of its voracious maw. A scholarly dissertation on the theme of white Australians and the advantages of their accepting links with an inescapable Aboriginal heritage would not have raised much interest or propelled her through the available TV outlets – versatilely stern and forthright with Tony Jones on Lateline, mischievously flirtatious with Andrew Denton. The key to her long career as a hit-and-run artist upon our shores has been to ride in upon a white horse of indignation and/or outrage at some aspect of Australian failure – pronounce upon it loudly and prominently via the media – and depart. This time she has chosen a no less confronting line of attack in suggesting we are “guilty inheritors of a land that was innocently usurped by our ignorant, deluded, desperate forefathers”. Her “big idea” is that the way out of our predicament is to admit we live in an Aboriginal country – go back to hunter-gatherer values and embrace our own Aboriginality. To support this whimsical proposition she cites many cases and examples of where our settlers failed and how as a result Australia as a nation is little more than a basket case. Taken at simplest level – which is all the popular media can cope with – Germaine Greer has blown in again this time telling us we should all become Aborigines. That certainly grabbed her the five minutes of attention she required to bravely (and articulately) air her views and remind us what a feisty old rabble-rouser she is.
The problem for me as a reader of Whitefella Jump Up was that while there could be little disagreement with her mixed bag of data from historical records and her overview of where we are going wrong, the whole did not credibly arrive at her remedial premise. Notwithstanding her straight-faced claim to being very serious indeed, it was of course a stunt. At best one should take with goodwill her plea that we sit on the ground and think. Unfortunately for the main line of the polemic, there was nothing unique about the mistakes made in the course of Australia’s settlement by Europeans except that it was in comparison with every other colonisation in world history less violent and less destructive of land and indigenous cultures. (And ongoing alcohol abuse and environmental madness is hardly exclusive to our nation.)
Dr Greer herself must know the weaknesses in her argument and the refutations that are likely to appear in the correspondence section of QE. To ensure the spotlight for the short stretch of her visit she has however managed to put her topic confidently and boldly enough to at least temporarily camouflage the inconsistencies. She probably also knows that by selecting as a target for contempt that tall poppy of Australian literature Kings in Grass Castles with an incorporated attack on the author Dame Mary Durack there might be certain family sensitivities – such as that of this daughter – aroused.
In the introduction to Whitefella Jump Up, Peter Craven states that Greer is not preoccupied with the debates between Reynolds and Windschuttle – or the who did or did not do what to the Aborigines. Since the main source of contention in these so-called debates is the matter of accurate reporting, it is probably as well Greer avoids dipping her toe in these waters. (On what evidence for example does she describe Bedford Downs as “infamous”? Or is she merely repeating some vague hearsay as if it were historical fact?)
In citing Kings in Grass Castles as a prime instance of not only the ignorance of the pioneers but also the wrong-headed nature of their “land-grabbing” enterprise, Greer has allowed herself interpretations – and misinterpretations – of the book and the motives of the author that do nothing to bolster her case. In challenging some cavalier assertions made in the chapter “Going Native”, I do not intend that Greer should get away with a dismissive “Well, they would object wouldn’t they?” In writing the first of what she intended to be a trilogy, Mary Durack took the story from the point of view of the people involved. She avoided in Kings retrospective comment on the mores, motives and morals of the day. Although a certain amount of dramatic licence was introduced (it was never claimed to be an academic work) the book did not “purport” to be the history of the Durack family. Two decades of research went into the most accurate possible representation of a family chronicle. (What a mean little word “purport” is – implying that Mary Durack’s version was unsoundly selective in its account.) In taking on such a broad sweep of history involving many characters and their complicated threads of connection, the author could not afford to dwell on any particular aspect.
She was of course guilty of writing history in such a way that it might appeal to the general public and of daring to hope that her labour of so many years might actually sell. She certainly did not envisage an acclaimed literary success that has from the time of its publication in 1959 never been out of print.
Mary Durack was not guilty – and here I take very strong exception indeed – of pretensions of grandeur. According to Greer the Duracks were descended from landless and illiterate peasants. Since Mary Durack makes this quite clear herself (though Patrick Durack and his siblings had rudimentary schooling and could read, write and figure) there is little point in scornfully underlining this fact along with the statement that the author has interpreted “flattering references” to a more distinguished “knightly” background “as if … historical fact”.
Professor Dermot Durack, a son of Patrick Durack resident in Ireland from 1922, spent many years before his death in 1956 researching the ancient books of Irish families, official and church records as far back as they went to follow the early threads of Durack history. A more careful reading will clearly show that while there is evidence of clan warfare, there is no claim to “knightly” honour and members of that branch of the family fondly holding to the French “Du Roc” connection were disabused of this fallacious belief. It is hard to see how the subject of (faithfully recorded) Durack genealogy adds any weight to Greer’s argument. The inaccurate rendering gives the impression of being for no better purpose than to take a malicious and personal swipe at Mary Durack – whose modesty and lack of vanity were legendary.
One must also query Greer’s denunciation of Mary Durack for her tendency to “romanticise the savage”. Reproving of Mary Durack’s vision (quoted in a passage that still reads with moving lyricism) of Aboriginal society as timeless and changeless until the coming of the white man, Greer then herself strays down utopia lane with an image of black Australians empowered with some sort of eternal key to conservation, land management and peaceful co-existence through the offices of their freely available spiritual consultancy. (Greer in Alice Springs claims to have experienced “a new kind of consciousness in which self was subordinate to awelye, the interrelationship of everything, skin, earth, language.” Talk about DIY spirituality!)
Further critical and accusatory comments centre on Mary Durack’s having written the wrong book altogether. Why, asks Greer in alluding to the close bond between Patrick Durack and the Aboriginal Pumpkin, was Kings in Grass Castles not the story of a lifelong friendship between a black man and a white man? (Why, one could ask, did Greer when writing The Obstacle Race not concentrate on those women in history – from Toulouse-Lautrec’s mother to Pollock’s wife – without whose admirable support the work of famous artists might otherwise have been lost to us?)
The bond between two men who otherwise shared nothing in common is surely told with an economy of words that could scarcely be more affecting or explicit. Mary Durack has also sensitively depicted a mutual dependency which became the core of the ongoing black and white relations within the Durack pastoral company. To state that she saw the white man as indomitably superior supposes of the writer an insulting intellectual simplicity and a perception evident nowhere throughout her long writing career. Rather than expound upon this, may I suggest Greer read Durack’s 1974 Lament for a Drowned Country.
To declare that “the ultimate purpose of a book like Kings in Grass Castles [name another “like”] is to elevate the squattocracy” is errant nonsense. One would be hard put for a start to include the Duracks, but for a brief period of prosperity, as “squattocracy” with its implied wealth and power. Their initial leaseholdings in west Queensland and later in the far north of WA certainly covered a vast area, but the era of tables decked with “damask and silver” scarce survived a single sitting. From the time of the 1889 financial crash the firm of Connor Doherty and Durack (CD&D) became a saga of unremitting toil in a largely profitless concern that from the 1920s fell into ever-mounting debt. To whatever extent Greer would point to this state of affairs as a result of their cited ignorance of the land and lack of proper regard for the wisdom of the Aborigines of the area, the fact is that the Duracks operated from primitive homesteads in singular discomfort. They paid for their incursion on virgin land with blood, sweat and tears. Mary Durack’s intention was in fact to follow a pioneering family history – for better or worse – through three generations: the rags to riches and back to rags; the thrills and spills; the joys and heartbreaks; the interconnecting relationships both black and white …
The ultimate fate of CD&D is signalled in Sons in the Saddle, the sequel to Kings. This book is largely constructed from the daily journal of M.P. Durack and the detailed documentation available. It is wrong to suppose that the family were – then and now – unaware or uncritical of the shortcomings of the one-hundred-year Durack pastoral tenure. The final volume (never completed) was intended as a more clear-eyed and personal view of the pioneering enterprise and its characters through Mary Durack’s own involvement with the north and her long association with the Aboriginal people. She understood very well the conditions and failures of vision that thwarted and limited the chances of financial success. The often troubled element of black and white relations was only one facet of a tangled whole. (It should be said in their defence, however, that the Duracks were a great deal more acceptable to the Aborigines than what replaced them.) Such clarity of vision does not accord with Greer’s censure.
To allege that the author might have held a careless disregard for the importance of Aboriginal people is not only fallacious but wickedly so. Tellingly, Greer makes no mention of Sons in the Saddle and no hint of The Rock and the Sand – the latter a serious and sensitive social study of the confrontation between black and white with the arrival of missionary pioneers in the north-west.
Mary Durack’s life might have been more profitably occupied had she not given so many years to the painstaking documentation of the mythology and genealogy of Kimberley and Dampierland Aborigines. Countless hours were spent with notebook and tape recorder in Aboriginal communities, and the memories – including of the Durack years – of these people have been preserved largely by her single-handed effort and her unstinting assistance to those who later continued this work.
In 1972 when Germaine Greer was making headlines with her condemnation of “disgusting conditions” for Aborigines in Alice Springs, Mary Durack was at the Adelaide Festival. To her alarm, she found herself confronted by the press – (unlike Greer, she never came to terms with thrusting microphones and pugilistic headlines) angling for a Lady of Letters versus Fuming Feminist “sound-bite”. Anxious to present a more moderate viewpoint, Durack attempted to explain to her ADD inquisitors that the influx of Aborigines to northern towns was a downside of equal wage legislation and their consequential removal from their “born country” by station managers. Not that equal wages or in fact drinking rights could (as she further attempted to elucidate) in conscience be any longer withheld. Germaine Greer was right to note the depressing situation in Alice Springs, but – she continued – this was only one aspect of a brighter and more optimistic future for the preservation of Aboriginal culture and art forms through the Aboriginal Theatre Foundation convened in 1969 – to which organisation she had given much time as an Executive Member. But by now the press had got bored and melted away.
At the time Germaine Greer was giving us the benefit of her international perspective by being appalled, Mary Durack was one of the very few white people in Australia who could sit down on an equal level of affection and respect with a group of Aboriginal people and know their names, their history and genealogy. She did not speak of being “adopted by Aborigines” or such trite vanities. Seven years were given to the ATF (later the Aboriginal Cultural Foundation) on an entirely voluntary basis. The most consistent theme of her life’s work involved Aboriginal themes – her deep feelings towards their situation past and present expressed in books, short stories, articles, talks and verse. To take her own chapter heading – “Who Does She Think She Is?” – who indeed does Germaine Greer think she is to presume to question Mary Durack’s regard for Aboriginal people?
Putting aside more personal grievances, it is difficult to take seriously an academic who remonstrates against the first settlers’ “mistakes” when such were listed in the lexicon of the day as enterprise, initiative, endurance, raw courage and, against all odds, a will to survive. Past damage can only be measured by taking into account universal white attitudes of the day – the awful God-fearing beliefs that so righteously colonised the world’s far-flung reaches.
After a lifetime of close association and study, Mary Durack came to the conclusion that Australian Aborigines defied generalisations. Greer’s essay relies upon them and in this failing alone “the shortest way to nationhood” falls apart. While Whitefella does need to Jump Up before we irrevocably lose our way as a nation, Greer’s shallow handling of immensely complicated and multilayered subject matter just loses the plot.
Patsy Millett
MADE IN ENGLAND
Correspondence
David Malouf is that old-fashioned phenomenon, a cultivated man. He has the range of learning and interest that I would otherwise associate only with the great expats of his generation (Greer, Hughes, James, Porter). In spite of his fiction and poetry, opera is his idea of the supreme art, and he has written for it and about it. Galleries ask him to do introductions for exhibition catalogues. I have heard him sustain a discussion for over an hour on the more recondite archaeological sites in the Middle East with Mary Lovell, the biographer of the great Arabists Richard and Isabella Burton. Any reader of his fiction will know how deeply he has immersed himself in Australian history. With his Lebanese surname and ancestry, and his erstwhile apartment in Tuscany, we know that we have got a citizen of the world speaking to us.
His mother’s people, however, were of English origin. In his twenties he too went to England and stayed and taught there for nearly ten years. But he came back. It would be heavy-handed to call him an Anglophile, but he’s appreciative of England, and of what it’s given Australia.
David Malouf has never been a polemicist; his style has always been too urbane for that. It is his way of being a native of this country. “Australia”, he says, “is an experiment … an experiment is open, all conclusions provisional. Even the conclusiveness of a full stop is no more, so long as there is breath, than a conventional gesture towards pause in a continuing argument.”
These are the final words of Made in England. David Malouf’s argument is less programmatic, less a pamphlet, than earlier essays. It’s more discussion than argument, modestly asserting first the fact, and then the virtues, of England’s progenitive relationship to Australia. Given its kindly attitude to England, the essay’s most defiant feature is its publication in the week of the Rugby World Cup final – not an event the author shows any sign of adverting to. (Yet he does make the substantial point that organised competitive sport, such a mainstay and glue of Australian society, is a wholly Anglo-Saxon creation.)
This is a generous essay, determined above all to give credit – to Arthur Phillip, to the fitters-out of the First Fleet, the convict labourers, the anti-slavers, to a stable, enlightened Britain as a whole. It argues that the fall of Singapore did not turn Australians away from the motherland, that Britain’s joining the European Union was a necessary turfing of the adult offspring out of the nest, that at least until recently, and with the exception of the movies, it was British not American culture that washed over us. There’s room for debate on all such propositions, but the style of debate has been set – cheerful, moderate, reflective. More arguable, not least because it’s such a big claim, is the contention that the threat of invasion in 1941 brought “Australia – the land itself – fully alive at last in our consciousness. As a part of the earth of which we were now the custodians. As soil to be defended and preserved because we were deeply connected to it. As the one place where we were properly at home …” This is affectionate towards the land, generous towards fellow Australians, and instances a defining characteristic of this essay – its strong tendency to speak well of Australia and Australians. I’m not sure we quite deserve it. I have the uneasy feeling that although this passage is purportedly about 1941, it’s actually a wish-list of sentiments for now. As a statement of fact about either 1941 or 2003 it’s risky.
The overwhelmingly chewable ingredient, however, in this hamper of an essay is its point about language, the English language, the vital bond between England and Australia. D.M. defines an Anglo-Saxon habit of mind “whose most complete and perfect creation” is the English language. Language, he says, is what we come home to, and English has one huge distinction. Due above all to Shakespeare “the real motive force in English is metaphor … other languages move by logic … English, as we see from even the most common idioms – a ‘tower of strength’, ‘a dog’s breakfast’ – by association.” This is a gloriously bold claim to make, and for all the many virtues of Made in England I would like to read D.M. at the same length again on just this fingering of our native tongue. This is a linguist’s debate, and I have no particular credentials as such, but all sorts of scraps and mementoes of other languages start prodding me into opposition against this claim for uniqueness. The phrase “tower of strength” for example brings to my mind the Latin of the Litany of Loreto (approved 1587) where the Virgin Mary is invoked under all manner of metaphorical titles that gloriously ignite one another through their biblical associations – Mystical Rose, Tower of David, Tower of Ivory, House of Gold, Ark of the Covenant, Gate of Heaven, Morning Star … And if it’s classical Latin we want, what could be more metaphorically aphoristic than Virgil’s Sunt lacrimae rerum (there are the tears of things), or that great parable in five words, Pariunt montes, nascitur ridiculus mus (the mountains are in labour, a ridiculous mouse is born), or the three-word one, Facilis descensus Averni (the road to hell is easy).
The language of Shakespeare and his contemporaries was certainly suffused with metaphor, and this vivid colouring lasted for several generations. The linguotechnics of Sir Thomas Browne, for example, are a grand jumble of associations in pursuit of their tails. But Browne was dead a century before English was heard in Australia, and by the turn into the eighteenth century the frenzy of the language was calming down. The English who founded the colony at Sydney were the contemporaries of Gibbon. The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire was written in the years between Cook’s landfall in 1770 and Arthur Phillip’s in 1788. John Gross’s Oxford Book of English Prose has twelve passages from Gibbon, and the only metaphor that sticks its head up is a repeated variation on the notion of shades and clouds.
So where, linguistically, does this leave Australia? D.M. makes a point of the evolutionary nature of the English language, but having made his generalised point about its metaphorical core, he switches categories when he wants to point up the changes over 200 years. Metaphor is not mentioned again. Whereas a dominant but variable tone of the language is. The English of 1600 was “passionately evangelical and utopian, deeply imbued with the religious fanaticism and radical violence of the time”. That’s what America was given. Whereas the 1788 colony got an English that was “sober, unemphatic, good-humoured; a very sociable and moderate language, modern in a way that even we would recognise, and supremely rational and down to earth”.
One of the enjoyable things about Made in England is that you want to argue with so much of it – and this summary of the English of 1788 sounds just too good to be true, a determinedly Whiggish reading of linguistic history. Roger Sharrock, in his introduction to the Pelican Book of English Prose, presents perhaps the other side of the coin. In the middle of the eighteenth century, he argues, “the language no longer remains a disciplined, neutral medium for the thought [but] the balance tips towards greater politeness and rhetorical control”.
Ah, so Australians are children of an ultra-polite, to say nothing of a contained and gestural age? Maybe, maybe not, but D.M.’s thesis sounds just a little too nationalistically benign. English, he says, went through a period of reaction after the excesses of the English Civil War. It “had to be purged of all those forms of violent expression that had led men to violent action. By limiting one, you would limit the other. That was the program. The language itself was to be disarmed … And it worked.” So that the revolution of 1688 was “bloodless” and the enlightened ameliorist progress in language and hence state of mind (or is it the other way around) continued throughout the next century.
This calculated engineering of history by … by whom? … is so stunning as to be implausible. In any case, the revolution of 1688 wasn’t bloodless at all; it’s just that the bloodletting was done across the Irish Sea. And the Monmouth rebellion of 1685, just three years prior to this new age of enlightenment, was put down with Judge Jeffreys’s legendary savagery.
But what happened to the metaphor during all this? Far more noticeably than any violence of language, I would argue, metaphor is what has faded. Australian English has never been freely associational. Say too little rather than too much has been our motto. We shy away from the more decorative possibilities of the language.
Regrettably D.M. doesn’t discuss the current state of this metaphorically based linguistic bond. What he does do is rather more conventional; he talks of the content rather than the form of the language. Anglophones “in their exchanges with one another can take it for granted that a great deal of what is being left unsaid, or exists in shades and nuances under what is said, as half-heard echoes out of plays, poems, novels, or out of the obiter dicta of occasions great and small in a shared history … will not go unrecognised, and may even be left to bear the burden of much that is subtly intended”. The trouble is that D.M.’s examples of this lingua franca are the mots of Henry V (“once more unto the breach”), Sir Philip Sidney (“thy need is greater than mine”), Lord Nelson (“England expects …”), Howell Maurice Forgy (“praise the Lord and pass …”), all chestnuts of school storybooks of the 1940s and 1950s, but by now an almost completely withdrawn currency, at least in Australia. This unreality is repeated when D.M. says that “since the early decades of the nineteenth century most Australians … enjoyed the same reading [as their counterparts in Boston or Nottingham]: Walter Scott, Fenimore Cooper, Bulwer-Lytton, Dickens, Wilkie Collins …” D.M.’s own literateness seems to issue in wonderful optimism about the high cultural habits of “most Australians”. I’m reminded of his calls for the reissue of no doubt fine works of Australian literature, but ones which remain resolutely out of print simply because only a risible fraction of Australians have any interest in buying and reading them.
On the strength of this essay there’s no argument that Australia owes so many of its more admirable features to England. But the same language, the same state of mind now? What about starting with the two nations’ preferred choice of spectator hymns? (Let’s leave aside the imposed, longstanding official anthems.) The primary numbers on display during that great night at Homebush on 22 November 2003 were “Waltzing Matilda” and “Swing Low Sweet Chariot”. They’re a puzzle, both of them. Australians sing a bald narrative about a sheep thief, a ditty that obdurately refuses to be a metaphor for anything. The “waltzing matilda” of its title/chorus is, if anything, an anti-metaphor because it’s ultimately inexplicable (cf The Australian National Dictionary), and it repudiates the essentially romantic nature of the device. The English spectators on that night cut through the obfuscating nonsense and reduced it to “I shagged Matilda.” Or perhaps that was a metaphor, an utterly everyday and recognisable one, for the outcome of the match.
In any case, if it’s language and state of mind we’re talking about, what are we to make of a national hymn where at least five of the keywords – jumbuck, tucker bag, coolabah, billabong, trooper, and maybe waltzing for that matter – are fading, or have already faded, from public recognition? Can we really say the Australian state of mind is represented by words that are gibberish and describe an utterly alien experience?
And the English make no better sense. They cheer on their players by hailing the Grim Reaper’s personal hearse. “Swing low, sweet chariot,/ Comin’ for to carry me home,/ I looked over Jordan and what did I see?/ A band of Angels coming after me,/ Comin’ for to carry me home.” For a people at least as irreligious as Australians this is an astounding choice as a frenzy-enhancer. This language is far nearer to D.M.’s English of 1600 than it is to anything to be heard today in East Cheam or Grosvenor Square. It certainly doesn’t display a state of mind that many Australians enjoy. I’m very confused. Pleasantly so. I want David Malouf to start again.
Gerard Windsor
First published in the Australian Financial Review on 5 December 2003.
MADE IN ENGLAND
Correspondence
“Made in England” is not an obvious stamp on my consciousness. Turn my hands over and you may find forms of Englishness etched into palms that still nurture the memory of a motherland. But I do like to think that if I was made in England, in the last twenty years I have been to some extent un-made in Australia. This is not a bad thing. Not bad in the sense that I do not cherish the memory of “boils and chilblains and whitlows”; and not bad in the sense that I have made an effort to disentangle my personal history from the “dense intermingling of cultural associations” that Malouf argues once grounded many Australians “deeply in both place and time, to at least two countries”. This un-making in Australia has not involved a disowning or disavowal of my inheritance, but a reckoning with its “quiet defiance”.
This is a phrase Peter Craven uses in his introduction to Made in England, and it is certainly a quality I admire in Malouf’s essay. Malouf’s eloquent and intimate recreation of lived Anglo-Australian experience reminds me of the hollowness of much left-liberal (Anglo-) Australian nationalism. As a social historian, I know there are many who would warm to his evocation of the “style” of “a time of pinched horizons”, even though it was “a poorer age”. Over the last three years, I have interviewed many British migrants who know and to some extent inhabit this “old world translated”. Living in the outer suburbs of Melbourne, these are largely people who left difficult lives in Britain, and quietly adapted to suburban life in Australia. Remembering their inheritance is a pleasurable and often deeply moving experience for many who also recognise their new home as a place that has provided increased opportunities. Malouf’s essay would be read by many with a feeling described by the writer Cynthia Pretty: “a longing, vague and undefined, that floats through you, leaving behind both a touch of melancholy and an embracing warmth”.
I think these kinds of responses are important to acknowledge in order to draw attention to the experience of inheritance as “embodied”: that it is a lived and often living experience. Where acknowledged, this is the aspect of Malouf’s essay I welcome most. Even though the effect of his early focus on “style” is to emphasise the taste left by an era of “Milk of Magnesia” and “Castor Oil”, much of what he argues is true for those who through birth were “made in England”. For some of us, certainly, “when we look at the British we see both what we were to begin with and what we have turned out not to be”. And appropriately, given that there are over one million British-born residing in Australia, and that Britain remains a major source of our immigrants – 12,510 arrived here from Britain as permanent migrants in the year to June 2003 (topping New Zealand as the main source of Australia’s migrants for the first time in eight years) – Malouf acknowledges the new “styles” that emerge from the changing nature of this inheritance: that the story of having been “made in England” is a complex and continuing one. He argues, for example, that Britain was a land where nobody was “native”, and that its identity was shaped by “social and emotional ties between individuals based on shared experiences”: that it is an identity that has been “experiential rather than essentialist”. He notes also that Britishness in Britain “is in fact a multiple phenomenon and one that is continually shifting shape”; and that Australian Britishness is “a very different thing” and “much more difficult to track down and confront”. In some respects, therefore, Malouf describes wonderfully the identity tensions produced because Australia was founded by “two small, damp, divided islands”. Such relational complexities are implicit in much of what Malouf writes.
More explicit, however, should be the speaking position of this essay, because Malouf’s claims prompt me to ask: for whom is it true that the notion of identity based on immigration and invasion is “unusually liberating”; for whom is it true that “identity is portable; can be picked up, transported and constructed … on another shore”; for whom is it true that Australia’s “unique” identity lies in “the good fortune of having undisputable borders”; and for whom is it true that “to abandon or allow [the institutions “we” brought here] to decay, would be an act of national suicide”?
For Malouf seems to speak rather too inclusively for modern Australia; to move from the warmly personal to the coolly national when he claims that “what we cannot remove is the language we speak, and all that is inherent in it”, and that to abandon the institutions “we” brought here “would be an act of national suicide”. As a teacher of a large cohort of children of post-war immigrants from many different countries, the questions I’m prompted to ask, not flippantly or merely rhetorically, is why should these Australians feel or care that their nation was “made in England”? What of the non-English-speaking or English-as-a-second-language Australians who don’t “recognise” the British “style” of their lives, language or institutions?
I believe there is an inheritance to be grappled with, and that these children in the end must care, but not for the same reasons as Malouf. For there is not just a British (or American) “style” to Australia’s inheritance; nor should we reduce Britain’s influence to a matter of aesthetics as so often occurs in “multicultural” Australia. As others have noted, the history of the British in Australia is “not just another multicultural story”. To have been made in England is often – though not always – to have wielded power in Australia; the British are not just the “salt of the earth”, as Pamela Bone argued in the Age. The power wielded (and yielded) has been significant (and aesthetics are political anyway).
And it is a power with which many Australians have had to grapple. We make ourselves “properly at home” and worry about “our own dispossession” as we attempt to appropriate identity and custodianship of the land from those for whom “invasion” is not an “unusually liberating” aspect of their identity. The power of our history of nationhood also challenges those who have left Australia’s shores because our borders were heavily “disputable”. Ultimately, I would argue, we must understand the British inheritance in Australia so we can negotiate aspects of its un-making.
I think this may also be a way in which Australia might develop more mature relationships with its “parent”. Of course merely cutting the ties is impossible; certainly remembering the stories of migration – and the continuing state of migrancy – is a better basis for developing a sense of Australian history and identity. But this should apply also to the many features inherited from other countries whose migrants inhabit Australia today. Over a quarter of our population was born overseas. Over a third of our population has one or both parents born overseas. To paraphrase Malouf, these people do not see Australia “through eyes that have experienced the business of seeing only here, in the light as it falls in this place only; through what life has revealed to them, and would continue to reveal to them, only here”.
Yet I welcome Malouf’s essay – in some respects a risky argument in contemporary Australia for a writer of his stature. I also acknowledge Malouf’s final disclaimer that “the conclusiveness of a full stop is no more … than a pause in a continuing argument”. But I welcome his intervention as an embodied response in a complex conversation, and not as shared national self-revelation. That I enjoyed much of the essay reveals much about my heritage and the tensions I bring to inhabiting Australia. Malouf states that: “Because we find it so difficult to imagine any history but the one we have actually experienced … we tend to undervalue what was handed to us”. Yes, but we shouldn’t kid ourselves either that Englishness or Britishness in Australia has now “got away and become sexy”. To be more sexy, Anglo-Australians will need to re-make the broad imaginary life of this country on the basis of acknowledging the inherited styles and languages of many others in this migrant nation.
Sara Wills
MADE IN ENGLAND
Correspondence
David Malouf’s essay on Australia’s British inheritance is a timely reaffirmation of the defining influence of Britishness in Australian national life and culture. Believing that Australians have for too long undervalued their British heritage, Malouf reminds Australians of its enduring legacy to the nation. In the process he gives short shrift to a radical nationalist version of Australian history which, in its eagerness to pin down the precise moment of Australian independence, often portrays the Anglo–Australian relationship as one of mutual antagonism, or, more simplistically, depicts Australia as an impatient child forever pulling at the apron-strings of the “mother country”. The so-called “great betrayal” at Singapore in 1942 may continue to provoke the occasional rage – Paul Keating’s parliamentary outburst in February 1992 springs to mind – but, as Malouf notes, Australia’s attachment to Britain lingered long into the post-war era.
Likewise, in pointing to the desire of all the British dominions to achieve the cherished status of “equality within the Empire”, and in emphasising that Federation in 1901 was not powered by a distinctive Australian cultural nationalism railing against a stultifying Britishness, Malouf has thankfully dispensed with the “thwarted nationalism” thesis. In this view Britain – or bourgeois Australian Anglophiles such as R.G. Menzies – has continually conspired to stifle attempts by “true”, working-class Australians to realise their national “independence”. On occasion, Australians might well have thrown the odd tantrum and taken great delight in kicking the Empire in the shins, but such moments were inevitably followed by fulsome protestations of the nation’s loyalty to Britain.
The great strength of Malouf’s essay, though, is that he is unafraid to speak in glowing terms about the British inheritance. Unlike many other Australian intellectuals, who would rather subsume the British heritage into the rich tapestry of cultures that now makes up Australian society, Malouf rejoices in the richness of that British past and its manifestation in Australian language and lore, food and song. Moreover he illustrates the ways in which Australians have modified this heritage to suit their own circumstances and how the transplanting of a British culture here differed in quite fundamental ways from the American experience.
Yet there is a curious omission in his treatment of this important topic: race. Malouf hints at the significance of White Australia’s demise, but he is reluctant to delve too deeply. He is rightly troubled by the growing tendency to downplay or trivialise the British heritage, but it is precisely because Britishness was so intimately bound up with ideas of “race” that some have been so quick to consign this heritage to the cellar of the Australian consciousness. If we are now a nation of immigrants, so this theory runs, why should the British be afforded pride of place?
The myth of British race patriotism prescribed that Australians were part of an “organic” worldwide community of British peoples. Australians saw in the White Australia policy the means by which their racial homogeneity could be preserved, thereby keeping the ever-present threat of Asia at bay. As historian W.K. Hancock put it in 1930, among Australians “pride of race counted for more than love of country” and, “Defining themselves as ‘independent Australian Britons’, they believed each word essential and exact, but laid most stress upon the last.” White Australia, Hancock argued, was the “indispensable condition of every other Australian policy”. When Labor prime ministers Curtin and Chifley defined Australia as a bastion of the “British-speaking race” in the antipodes, it was no clumsy rhetorical stumble (my emphasis). They were giving voice to the fact that Australians essentially saw themselves as a British people who had welded the various English, Irish, Scots and Welsh components of their heritage into an indissoluble whole – such that they were actually more British than the British. It might be troublesome for some to accept, but during the high point of the nationalist era, that is from the late nineteenth century through to the 1960s, Australia’s national myth was a British race myth. (Britain, for its part, may well have been multi-racial by the 1950s, but the British themselves never saw fit to enshrine multiculturalism as a national ideal.)
When this intense British race patriotism collapsed around the time of Britain’s first, ultimately failed attempt to enter the EEC between 1961 and 1963 (see Stuart Ward’s Australia and the British Embrace: The Demise of the Imperial Ideal, MUP, 2001) and its decision to withdraw a military presence from East of Suez, Australian political leaders and intellectuals were left somewhat confused as to how to define the nation. Australians did not immediately claim a new identity; they were actually shocked, and in some cases aggrieved, that their British identity had been taken from them. It was nothing less than a crisis of national meaning. As historian Geoffrey Serle, himself an occasional proponent of the radical national school, observed in 1967, “there has been such a decline since the decline of standard imperial rhetoric, that it is difficult to make any sure statement.”
The void in national self-definition raised a key question as to the legacy of the British heritage: had it “thwarted” the move to independent nationhood and was it simply an anachronism in a post-nationalist society, or was it the bequest of a genial political culture in which the classic liberal ideas of freedom and tolerance had fostered an environment in which diversity could flourish?
Malouf’s essay is both a reflection of this ongoing identity crisis and an answer to it. In accepting and affirming the British heritage he has done much to highlight it as an ongoing source of vitality and vigour in national life (and thereby offered a warning to those who will craft future republican movements).
There now appear to be two differing responses to the problem of “race” and how it is understood in Australian political culture. On the one hand, left-leaning journalists and commentators are quick to tag as “racist” those who do not conform to their own idea and language of tolerance. So rather than treat Pauline Hanson as a reincarnation of 1950s-style assimilationism and the voice of an older Australia which felt betrayed by multiculturalism and globalisation, they cast her instead as a dangerous and malicious throwback to the worst aspects of the days of White Australia. Likewise the Prime Minister, in responding to the appearance of the Tampa on the nation’s northern coastline, was supposedly seeking to reconstruct the “great white walls” of the White Australia policy. (This despite Howard actually having lifted the official migrant intake during his term in office.) In both cases the “race” card has been played by the media, not by the political protagonists, and in each case it was played without due deference to the lessons which can be drawn from historical experience.
On the other hand, those who cherish the British constitutional and parliamentary heritage but who are embarrassed by the legacy of White Australia and the intensity of Australia’s attachment to the British race myth, argue instead that there was a seamless, painless link between the era when Australians saw themselves as “wholly British” and the moment the nation became multicultural. That a nation of Britishers was magically transformed into a “nation of immigrants” from every country and culture, and that the nation was in essence multicultural from the beginning.
The change in how Australians defined themselves was indeed relatively rapid, but that does not obviate the need to explore the reasons for the demise of Britishness nor should it entail ignoring the complexity of its legacy. Some are in fact finding new ways to come to terms with multiculturalism. The Minister for Health, Tony Abbott, once a critic of multiculturalism on the grounds that it detracted from national unity, has recently admitted that he now accepts it as a legitimate idea for the nation. The reason for this dramatic U-turn? He has met some migrants – with no ethnic links to Britain – who supported the monarchy at the 1999 republican referendum. Abbott’s “very conservative multiculturalism” in fact envisages a nation of what might be termed multicultural monarchists.
Malouf’s contention that imperial sentiment “is not what really moved” the likes of prime ministers Alfred Deakin and George Reid when they spoke to and defined their people, that they were “canny” in using the language of Britishness to secure a place in a powerful empire, similarly stems from an unwillingness to accept the power of the British race myth. On this reading, Deakin and Reid were not being true to themselves and were in fact manipulating a shallow and submissive populace. Such a view misreads the subtle relationship between sentiment and self-interest in Anglo–Australian relations. Australians may well have been fervent in their identification with the British race myth, but this did not cause them to lose sight of their own interests. Menzies’ decision to hold off sending Australian troops to the European theatre immediately following the outbreak of the Second World War – before he had received assurances from the British that they would send the fleet in the event of an attack on Australia – is a potent example of the way in which Australian leaders, though “British to their boot-heels”, nevertheless were careful to preserve distinctively Australian interests which arose out of the nation’s particular geopolitical circumstances.
If Malouf is searching for a way to deal with the problem of race, he could do far worse than turn to W.K. Hancock’s notion of Australians being “british – with a small b”: that is, a Britishness motivated neither by a belief in the superiority of the British race nor by thoughts of British glory or imperial grandeur, but by the vision of a diverse family comprising many kindreds and languages. Hancock and other liberal intellectuals of his generation had formed the view that Australia’s membership of the British Commonwealth actually guarded against the expression of a jingoistic nationalism, that this sense of loyalty to a wider community was a precious gift in a “sundered world of snarling nationalisms”. This allowed intellectuals like Hancock to reconcile their Britishness with their liberalism. Malouf is similarly aware that the British inheritance has had a moderating influence on Australian life, and his essay delivers another healthy blow to the radical nationalists, but in skirting gingerly around the problem of race he misses what for many defined their sense of membership of the wider British world – the “crimson thread of kinship”.
James Curran
MADE IN ENGLAND
Correspondence
It goes without saying that David Malouf’s essay, Made in England, is a wonderfully subtle and authoritative knitting together of past events and present concerns. But there seems to be something missing in the heart of what he has to say. It is strange to find in such a lengthy discussion of the impact of empire on Australia, or more precisely of “Australia’s British inheritance”, such a cheerfully unproblematic account of the uses of power. Anyone who has taken any notice of the current History Wars must be aware that imperial power, as a force for both good and evil, is a mightily vexed issue among Australians. In Malouf’s essay it doesn’t sound vexed at all.
The History Wars, toxic and superficial as they have often been, highlight the moral complexity of the Australian past. If we can move beyond caricatures of Britishness and empire – and Malouf has done a great deal to that end – surely Anglo-Australian history looks like a substantial tragedy. Not all evil, of course. The “perpetual lightness”, as Malouf calls it, which is now part of Australians’ ideal vision of Australia, owes a good deal to the British inheritance. But surely the richness of our national history comes from the way in which that glory, all “sunshiny and warm”, can (or ought to) live in the collective mind alongside imagery of chilling darkness. Surely this is the best thing about the British inheritance – the invigorating puzzle it has always offered to the moral imagination of Australians.
Malouf’s account seems to side-step such complexity. In his references to first settlement in 1788 he relies very much on the work of Alan Frost. Frost has been responsible over many years for some remarkable scholarly discoveries and insights. But it seems to me that his arguments about the first impact of the British on Australia tend to short-circuit moral issues. His main concern is to argue for foresight and efficiency in the extension of empire. This is the thrust of his well-known argument about Whitehall’s reasons for the choice of Botany Bay as a place of penal settlement. Malouf echoes Frost when he says, “Sydney was first and foremost to be a port”. In fact this is very doubtful. In order to prove it we would need to explain why Governor Phillip was told to prevent “by every possible means” any contact with British commercial bases in India, China and the islands of the Pacific. Nor was Phillip given any resources for the creation of a port. For some years there was not even a harbour master at Sydney Cove, or a register of shipping.
This old debate is not just a playground for scholars. It has deep significance for our understanding of the long-term trajectory of Australian history from 1788 on. Scholarly hypotheses are nourished by intellectual temperament. The theory that Botany Bay was meant from the beginning to be efficiently linked to the rest of the world is one which grows from a certain type of national story – from a faith in the overriding historical importance of human energy, intellect, enterprise and broad horizons. It is designed to give us a sense that efficiency is in our genes. By these lights, the doers in our history are the ones that matter most.
The other side of the debate moves along quite different tracks. It says that to begin with, in the minds of the founders, settlement was meant to be perfectly isolated. The main advantage of Botany Bay was its distance from everywhere else, making it impossible for convicts to escape. Scholars argue thus, not only because their conclusions seem to be supported by the scanty evidence still surviving but also, once again, because of intellectual temperament. They like to tell their own kind of story, with distinctive themes from beginning to end. The idea of isolation is peculiarly intriguing. They like to forget about the rest of the world and to focus on a nicely bounded place. They are led as a result to wonder about the internal dynamics of the early settlement, the uses of power and the intricate moral underpinning of community. I am overstating the neatness of this two-way scholarly distinction. But it does exist.
The dichotomy works not only for historians. It existed among the settlers themselves. Maybe it has existed among Australians ever since. In an age of economic rationalism it may be hard to admit the enormous intellectual and moral challenge provided by the second possibility. But by pursuing that challenge we can better understand how convict management, and public order as a whole, evolved in the very sophisticated way it did. Failing to admit it, we make much too light of the moral issues confronting the settlers, the tangle of problems arising from the fact that they came here to form a society of criminals within a land of savages.
For present purposes I am not concerned at all with anyone’s basic moral temperament, and certainly not David Malouf’s. I am concerned with the inner dynamic, the intellectual and moral slant, of a single piece of writing. Writing has its own momentum, a point which applies not only to works of fiction but also to arguments about the past. Begin in a certain way and habits of artistic consistency carry you thereafter in a certain direction.
In this essay the shape of Malouf’s beginning leads him, as it seems to me, not so much to ignore as to simplify moral issues. In the same spirit he enters into another, more recent and more anguished historiographical controversy when he says that, “Our history here has been, by most standards, unviolent”. His implication must be that national histories can be categorised as either “violent” or “unviolent”. The box in which we place them depends on the standard chosen. But surely there are better ways of understanding violence as a national phenomenon. Malouf attributes Australia’s “unviolence” (my word) to the lack of any close relationship between armies and government and also to the lack of lawful slavery in our past. In other words he looks for the roots of violence in great national institutions whose violence might have been justified by law. But violence is an aspect of human behaviour, like many others, which can be both formal and informal. It is just like language in that respect – and Malouf’s own account of the influence of English goes wonderfully beyond the impact of institutions.
Writing thus about violence Malouf passes over what is surely one of the central glories of Australia’s British inheritance. We know that Australian democracy, as it was established in the 1850s, had its ideological roots in Britain. John Hirst has set out some fine detail on that score in his book The Strange Birth of Colonial Democracy. We also know that in Australia monarchical institutions and upper houses, similarly British, were meant as a check on democracy. Of course that check was meant partly to protect the interests of property. But, together with the courts of law, it was also meant to protect the workings of conscience and civility. After all, democracy to begin with went easily hand in hand with bigotry, ignorance and (as with anti-Chinese riots) violence.
Questions about violence in Australian history are to be answered not so much by choosing standards as by choosing where to look. Violence and “un-violence” both belong, at least partly, to Australia’s British inheritance. Violence was inherent in invasion and conquest. It was perpetuated from place to place partly by the high numbers of men compared with women and children. “Unviolence” must surely have been due to the way British methods of order offered room – just enough, occasionally – for the workings of individual conscience. Thus when “scientific racism” came to Australia in the 1850s it came mainly from the United States. It offered abstract theory and general “truths” about humanity as a counterweight to the promptings of individual conscience. When, on the Victorian goldfields, white Americans mistreated black Americans (forcing them off the footpath for instance), their behaviour was condemned as “un-British”. It was inconsistent with the peaceful government of a multi-racial empire.
A French inheritance might have given Australia a powerful sense of intellectual absolutism and of intellectual liberty. A British inheritance seems to have set up a story about the authority and the rights of conscience, the conscience of the state and the conscience of the individual, altogether a strange combination of moral fumbling and fanfare. It’s an interesting gift.
Alan Atkinson
MADE IN ENGLAND
Correspondence
David Malouf’s evocative account of the Australia of his childhood is a personal narrative of what it means to be Australian. There is an intimacy in his nostalgia for the Australia of his youth – one in which we can see Rita Hayworth on the big screen, hear Bing Crosby singing “White Christmas” and taste the bread-and-butter pudding. Made in England proudly acknowledges a British inheritance whose culture and values are so adopted into everyday life here in the antipodes that we hardly noticed that they were not ours. This easy integration is, as Malouf acknowledges, both a testament to the diversity of “British” culture and the diversity of “Australian” experience.
This is a different perspective on Australia to the one evoked by Germaine Greer in her essay Whitefella Jump Up. Malouf sees the normality of our British idiosyncrasies in his childhood where adaptation is as natural as ownership; Greer sees a discomfort and a cringe in the inability of white Australians to find their place here. Hers is a country where the sense of belonging needs to be cultivated and a feeling of acceptance needs to be learnt.
Both Malouf and Greer understand that it is only through the past that the way forward can be grasped. For Malouf, the acknowledgement of all that is solid and reliable about the cornerstones of our inherited British system of laws and governance provides the necessary confidence to look towards a content and independent Australia. Ours is a country blessed with a history of peaceful political change and the stability of the rule of law. For Greer, confessions of the inability to embrace Aboriginal experience and the treatment of Aboriginal people are the keys to an imagined future Australia where non-Indigenous people feel as at ease with this country as the original custodians.
In these assessments of what Australia was, is and may become, it is hard to forget Don Watson’s pessimistic and fatalistic essay, Rabbit Syndrome. As someone who was present when Paul Keating delivered the Redfern Park speech, I found much that resonated in Watson’s lament for the changing course of Australia. As an Aboriginal person, I see the turn away from the acknowledgement of Indigenous presence and culture as alienating. As Malouf writes: we find it so difficult to imagine any history but the one we have actually experienced. Malouf, as much as Greer, sees the acknowledgement of Indigenous presence and experience as a central part of an honest Australian persona.
Malouf’s contribution to this debate is that he acknowledges that, without the seeds of where we come from we would not be where we are now and, more importantly, would not have the same ability to determine our future. He makes a powerful argument that there is much to celebrate in that history which the recognition of historical truths that are unpalatable and shameful could not erase. I’ve never understood the argument that acknowledging the mistreatment of Indigenous people and saying “sorry” was a way of making Australians feel ashamed of their past. Recognition and acceptance of the past – even those things that we wished we had done differently – does not mean that we somehow lose the ability to appreciate all that there is to be proud about. Either view – all positive or all doom-and-gloom – is too superficial to be helpful in creating character and shaping identity.
Identity is as much defined by the way you see yourself as it is created by the way that others see you. Our idea of who we are is not just formed through our internal distinctiveness but also through our experience with others and the stereotypes society lays before us. It is shaped by self-expression and through our interaction with others, our socialisation by family, education and community, and our positive and negative experience in the world. Who we are is a process, transformed by our intellectual, emotional and spiritual growth, moulded by the actions, judgements and expectations of others. Our identity has a narcissistic, introverted and existential aspect that has the need for space and freedom for self-expression. It also has a symbiotic communal, extroverted and fraternal aspect that requires public space and institutional arrangements that provide the space and freedom to do as we wish.
The strength of Malouf’s essay lies in his ability to connect the trappings of culture and language to their institutional form. The relationship between society and its institutions is one that is often overlooked or downplayed. Laws are only a reflection of the society that makes them. Perhaps the best, and most quoted, example of this phenomenon is that Stalin’s Russia had a Bill of Rights. Our laws mean nothing if they are not enacted into a society that has the political, social and ethical will to ensure that they are interpreted and applied in the way they are intended to be.
However, there is one trap in the exaltation of our current legal system. We can all acknowledge that the common law is the most superior form of legal system and that the Westminster system the most democratic form of government, but that should not lead to the conclusion that they are perfect. Nor can the nobility of their principle lead to the supposition that they are implemented in the spirit in which they were intended. In fact, for all of the cornerstones of British law that we inherit – innocent until proven guilty, the rule of law, separation of powers, free elections – there are many examples of the way in which the gaps in that common law have led to the gross violation of human rights, particularly of the poor, marginalised, culturally distinct.
Malouf’s example of slavery raises this very issue. It is often held to be a distinguishing feature of the superiority of our legal system that there has never been an institutionalised form of slavery as part of our laws and that, as a result, we have avoided the hypocrisy of creating social and moral stigma while espousing egalitarianism. That may be the case that can be argued when looking at the black and white of the statute books. But Pacific Islanders who were “black-birded” and Aboriginal people who were unpaid for their work on cattle stations and in the kitchens of middle-class Australia found little comfort in the lack of legal sanction for the deprivation of their liberty and the exploitation of their labour. The fact that we have a system of laws that is silent on rights protection and therefore allows such violations of commonly assumed liberties without the need for formal laws is one of the more unfortunate legacies of our constitutional heritage. Idolisation of the English system of government often leads to the “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” attitude that sees endorsement of laws if they work for the rich, middle-class and culturally dominant rather than measuring them against the way they work for the poor, marginalised and culturally distinct.
Malouf’s honest affection and insightful reflections on Australia and its embrace of British culture, like all powerful ideas, will be misinterpreted and exploited by those who are engaged in Australia’s vicious “culture wars”. Those who have sought to discredit the “black armband” view of Australia understand better than anyone how the values of society shape our institutions. These fierce debates focus on the telling of history, the squabbling about numbers killed on the frontier and the debates over the proper legal definition of “genocide”. But they are not discussions about “Aboriginal history”; the experience and perspectives of Indigenous people remains unchanged by semantic and numerical debates by academics. They are, instead, a battle about “non-Aboriginal” history and, more importantly, “white” identity. It is a debate whose results will have a profound influence on the values of our society for years to come and will determine whether we move towards tolerance, acceptance, co-existence and diversity, or whether we continue to move towards intolerance, suspicion, fear and conformity. It is because the stakes are so high that this war has been waged through so many of our cultural institutions, including the Australian Broadcasting Commission and the National Museum of Australia.
The use of Malouf’s essay to merely extol the virtues of our British past would misrepresent the undercurrent of recognition of Indigenous experience beneath his honest affection for what it is that makes us proud to be Australian. The real promise of his essay is that, if we are as truthful about what makes us great as we are about what we could have done better, we will be better equipped, more confident, as a nation to choose a dynamic, independent, unique and exciting future. I think Greer, and even Watson, would agree with that proposition even if their blueprints for that pathway would be vastly different.
Aboriginal Australia has long embraced its diversity while struggling to maintain a unified national front. We will continue to watch with interest as our fellow Australians struggle with their own identity crisis.
Larissa Behrendt
MADE IN ENGLAND
Correspondence
One of the odder, happier antiphons of this past summer was David Malouf’s essay and its rippling, comic echo in the cricket commentary of Harsha Bogle and Kerry O’Keeffe. In the intervals between play you could read the one in all its reasoned complexity, and then, with the batsmen back at the crease, listen to the anarchic balancing of the other, and marvel at an accident of collaboration.
The conceit of the inspired pairing of the Indian Bogle and the Australian O’Keeffe was that they would not understand one another. Different cultures, different styles, the Subcontinental gentleman set up by the larrikin leg break bowler. But of course both knew exactly how to play the game, and the “chemistry” that made them such good listening, in part personal flair, was in equal part a shared, complex, colonial and post-colonial history. Their common ground – for all the linguistic sledging – was language, and the common bond, reason – the English (or Scottish) Enlightenment rationality which Malouf convincingly argues is our distinguishing inheritance.
And what hay they made with it! O’Keeffe, in Falstaffian mode, would test the civilised, rational limits, and Bogle would play along in mock (or sometimes genuine?) shock. But both kept the commentary flowing. Both understood the rules, written and tacit. They also understood how much lethal passion is displaced in play, and what cathartic fun is to be had in experimenting, in mucking around, in playing games. Word games, food games – lamingtons for tea – cricket games. “It is small things that make up the real fabric of a relationship;” writes Malouf, “things that ‘history’ may not know about or miss. But then sport is just the sort of area where to make too much of a good thing would be to miss the real thing altogether.”
Exactly. It is that lightness about being Australian that Malouf’s essay so profoundly catches, and expresses – a condition of lightness that acknowledges the experiential rather than the essential nature of who we are. “It keeps us on our toes, as curious observers of ourselves,” Malouf writes. Indeed, it does. And how flat-footed it makes most of our entrenched conflicts seem, how leaden and unimaginative our dualisms, current or historical. White Australia/coloured Australia; new Australian/old Australian; black armband history/white armband history. If only we would learn to live with richness, with complexity, instead of trying, for motives malign, political or simply anxious, to tie everything down, ourselves included. If only this, or Malouf’s Boyer lectures that preceded it, could have been the preamble to the reductive republican debate we had, and the equally polarised ones – about the republic, about race relations, about international alliances – we seem doomed to have in future. If only our press, electronic media and politics would take a few minutes to go into the detail that dignifies most human intercourse.
Then we could debate in a fruitful way the current transformation of some of the institutions that Malouf adduces as the underpinning of Australia’s exceptional peace and prosperity. We could look at the Westminster tradition of a disinterested, committed public service that he lauds and ask if we still have it. We could examine our strategic alliances in the light of the complicated history he explores, without banal, reflex accusations of anti-Americanism. We could debate our place in the Asia-Pacific region without prejudice or lies. We could take up words like “reconciliation” again without tasting ash in our mouths.
We might look further, and profitably, at the Scottish as well as the Irish inheritance in Australia (as does Don Watson in Caledonia Australis, or Les Murray in his 1980 essay “The Bonnie Disproportion”). We might think about the Scots’ almost obsessive emphasis on education – for all the people – and ask whether, like Robert Menzies, we still share that obsession. We might even talk more about language and its long reach. We might ponder the lightness of the complex, ironic poetry of Geoffrey Chaucer who, even before Shakespeare, so anchored his verse and his quicksilver, searching mind in the concrete stuff of everyday life that he turned around a French occupation and gave his people back a language large enough to answer to their most extravagant imaginings.
Essays have a much longer shelf life than daily news. So perhaps we shall do all these things. It can’t hurt to hope.
Morag Fraser
MADE IN ENGLAND
Correspondence
Yes, David, there will always be the bond of a shared language and a cultural heritage between Australia and Britain. And, yes, the way the Mother Country tumbled us out of the nest was the making of us. I just wish she could have been a little more motherly and gracious about it, a little less selfish, cold and pragmatic.
Take that pommy bastard Sir Otto Niemeyer, a director of the Bank of England. He came to Australia in 1930 to tell us how to manage our financial affairs. He decided that the trouble was the Australian character and the Australian way of life. Australians had a natural optimism and this was very, very bad. Ordinary Australians had to be stripped of their belief that something would always turn up. And our living standards were too high, so wages had to be cut and cut again.
When he said this at a civic reception in Adelaide, the very same paper that reported his remarks, the Evening News, carried an item about Depression children starving, actually starving, in the Granville electorate.
Historians’ arguments about the fall of Singapore and the Anglo–American plan to concentrate on the war in Europe before turning to Japan – even if it meant temporarily leaving Australia to the Japanese – have rumbled on for so long as to risk becoming boring. But was it too much to ask of Mother that if she was planning to abandon us to save herself she might at least have told us?
No wonder Curtin said that from then on we were going to look to the United States as our protector. Although if Australia imagines that its loyalty to Uncle Sam in the recent war against Iraq now guarantees that the USA will always be there for us, a glance at any of the Washington plans setting out American geographical strategic interests for the twenty-first century will come as a bit of a shock. Where does Australia figure in them? Nowhere.
All right, Britain’s decision to end its traditional Empire trade arrangements and join the European Common Market was a shock but turned out to be good for us in the economic long run. But how can we forgive Mother for the 1971 Immigration Act, a nasty piece of legislation that many found the most painful betrayal of all? At a stroke it ended the right Australians had enjoyed since the founding of the country in 1788 to free entry into Britain and full equality with their kith and kin. A former editor of the London Telegraph, William Deedes, commented, “We should acknowledge that for our growing estrangement from Australia we carry most of the blame.”
So, Mother, let’s agree that we will still talk to each other because we share the same language and memories, but we have left home for good and will not be back. We are not a republic yet, but one day we will be and in the meantime we’re a country very different from you and the Old World.
This was brought home to me at the Australia Day celebrations at Australia House in London – an evening of hiccups, happiness and mini meat pies. It ended with a stirring “Advance Australia Fair”, in tune, in time and everyone knew the words. Later, walking down a freezing Strand it occurred to me that as a national anthem, “Advance Australia Fair” has got it about right. I cannot support the sentiments expressed in “aux armes citoyens”, or in “the rockets’ red glare”, and certainly not in saving of an elderly English lady whose only danger is probably from her daughter’s dogs. But I can wholeheartedly support the advancement of an independent young nation which offers wealth for toil. And that about sums it up.
Phillip Knightley
WHITEFELLA JUMP UP
Correspondence
The epigraph to Germaine Greer’s Whitefella Jump Up: The Shortest Way to Nationhood notes that to “jump up” is to “leap up to a higher level … to be resurrected or reborn”. Clearly transformations of this order reach beyond conventional politics. Just because they denote changes in the very frame of existence, they are also slow to define themselves within individual experience.
Greer is spot on in anticipating that her particular approach to “jumping up” would be ridiculed. Under the heading “The Great Dingbat Has Spoken” (Sunday Age, 14/9/03), Terry Lane homed in on Greer’s notion of building on the slivers of Aboriginality learned from early contact with indigenous people and becoming a hunter-gatherer republic. In his enthusiasm to ridicule her proposals, he resorted to the type of disparaging rhetoric revived in the recent past by Tim Fischer: the genre of “they had no real houses, they didn’t know about the wheel.” Unlike the Age editorial writer, whose comment appeared a day or so later, Lane did not “sit down and think” long enough to entertain the view “that Aborigines may have something worthwhile to teach us” (Age, 16/9/03). In that same issue of the Age, Gerard Henderson poured on more ridicule. Under the “free speech” heading, “Germaine, Go Home and Shut Up”, his special beef was with Greer’s claim that the Australian landmass has been “crazily devastated by whitefellas”.
I go along with Greer’s general thesis that there is an increasingly urgent need for Australians to “jump up” and to begin to reconstruct the foundations of our whole way of living. Within the mainstream of Australian life that could well take in the recognition that the reciprocity which Greer tends to present as exclusively Aboriginal still retains a foothold in social life generally. Could it be that the problem for us relates to the recognition and renewal of what we already have rather than simply learning it from Aboriginal people?
The limits of reciprocity
That said, it is important to emphasise that Greer’s essay has one outstanding virtue. It contributes to a wider understanding that reciprocity is nothing less than the social framework of a different mode of existence. It entails a different way of knowing and feeling both in the relation of people to one another and in their sense of unity with nature. Unless this is understood, “civilised” people and those who still live within a world of reciprocity will continue to talk – and to act – past one another. Greer suggests that Governor Phillip and Bennelong did just that. Neither of them could grasp the way the other differed. As Greer so persuasively records, the pastoralists then writ large that same failure. Exploitation brushed aside any prospect that reciprocal exchange could begin to enact a unity of some of the differences between the two ways of life.
My main theme is that in her often compelling critique of white Australian ways Greer has nevertheless overlooked the need for qualification. We white Australians do retain some elements of reciprocity. They persist in family life, in friendship and as an often taken-for-granted element of every social relationship. Certainly our reciprocity is different. It is affected by the institutions with which it is intertwined and by the universalising values and institutions which seek to mitigate or regulate payback. If, in the most general terms, we begin to define reciprocity as a give-and-take relation which maintains and recreates inter-relations between groups and persons on the basis of equality, that can at least serve as a reference point. It is inseparable from sympathy and empathy, and other traits which we typically assign to “human nature”. I would argue that – within the limits of our species being – reciprocity creates rather than expresses human nature. To ignore that, to treat “human nature” as a given, is to be blind to its being undermined when its home base – reciprocity – is itself eroded.
Germaine Greer believes that white Australians have deeply suppressed their guilt and shame for having stolen the land. But I suggest that this is a quite secondary effect. So far as it does exist, it merges with a contemporary and far more comprehensive movement for ethical renewal and practical transformation.
Within that movement there is a retrospective understanding that we should feel guilt. Denoting a profound cultural break, that movement takes in ecological awareness, the green movement, certain forms of feminism and that whole shift of sensibility which, being only half-articulate, has yet to recognise its own social roots. As a basic social form, reciprocity lies within those social encounters which are quite direct and typically take place in the flesh. Hence they are in marked contrast to the external social connections and practices which have so radically undercut the core reciprocal institution, the family. Of course I hold no brief for the current version of the family or the distortions that may include. I am speaking more generally of a form of life.
Just because reflection about what we typically take to be given is rare and difficult, any probing of these areas tends to be gradual and tentative. The gap between thought and action is hard to cross. Hence, through a whole historical period any movement for ethical renewal and cultural reconstruction of reciprocal origins is likely to be fragmented and given to expressions which sometimes border on the bizarre.
The Age editorial to which I have already referred went some way towards pointing out why the core of truth in some of Greer’s general propositions could not serve as an effective guide. After first quoting her to the effect that “Aboriginality is not simply a cluster of behaviours and characteristics that individuals could claim for themselves and recognise in themselves; it is more importantly a characteristic of the continent itself,” the editorial noted that, “The vagueness and romanticism of her suggestion is a real problem.”
Yes, a real problem with widely dispersed roots. Greer’s key empirical claims, whether about white Australians drowning their guilt in alcohol or hating the land, are unverified to an embarrassing degree. Her ways of supporting them are so tied to selective evidence that the opposite can be argued with similar force. Beyond that there are quite far-reaching problems of method as well.
Behind her pre-occupation with guilt, with alcoholism, with individuals learning to be different, with jumping up as conversion, and for that matter with the psychoanalytical mechanisms – denial, repression, projection etc. – there is a persistent pre-occupation with individuals. The collectively constructed cultural frameworks which define and delimit what we learn and what as individuals we can change never receive proper recognition. In matters of method she is an idealist, sub-species romantic. Her one-sided pre-occupation with guilt and redemption closes off any real insight into the sources within white Australian life of the renewed appeal of reciprocity, of direct engagement with nature or concern for the future of indigenous peoples.
Drowning our guilt in drink
Before returning to these general issues, a pause to consider Greer’s evidence is in order. In the first dozen or so pages of her essay, she elaborates the proposition that in the years following the arrival of the First Fleet in 1788 the first new Australians saturated themselves in alcohol. Her strongest claim to hard evidence is that, “Between 1800 and 1802 when D’Arcy Wentworth and his mates held an exclusive licence for the importation of liquor, 69,980 gallons of spirits and 33,246 gallons of wine were landed in Sydney, to be consumed by a population of less than 6000.” It certainly sounds like enough to fuel a mighty hiccup. Assuming that only a dozen or so years after 1788, the 6000 (or so) potential drinkers were adults, that works out, by present standards, at approximately one 700 ml bottle of the hard stuff every ten days plus a bottle of wine every three weeks. Even given that the liquor imported in the wake of white settlement was quite probably double strength, 700 ml of hard liquor every four or five days still doesn’t seem enough to cover up guilt and shame or to serve as an effective anodyne to the “shock, disorientation and misery” associated with settlement in a strange land.
According to Greer, early alcoholism carried over into the pastoral industry: “Ruinous drinking habits did not change as the colony grew; wherever the settlers went alcohol followed, and workers in every branch of the pastoral industry if they got their hands on alcohol would drink it to the last drop, unless it killed them first.” Even today, “In prissy white-collar 21st-century Australia, a culture of macho hard-drinking still prevails.”
Data on alcohol consumption circulated by the Department of Secondary Industry seem to confirm that Greer’s thesis on the central role of alcoholism within an Australian culture of denial is distinctly exaggerated. In the 1970s the average consumption of pure alcohol for those over 18 years of age was close to one quarter of a litre (250 ml) per week and roughly equivalent to one bottle of Johnnie Walker (at about 33 per cent pure) per week and not all that much below the level of consumption that Greer suggests kept the first white arrivals more or less permanently plastered. When Australia is compared with other settler nations with European roots, its current consumption of alcohol simply does not set it apart. The same pattern of consumption also appears in other nation-states.
The anecdotal evidence Greer presents is selectively garnered to support her general propositions concerning shame, guilt and hatred of the land. The evidence for hatred of the land is equally selective as that for consumption of alcohol. “I love a sunburnt country …” and all that is brushed aside in favour of the literary allusions which might support the suppressions, denials, displacements and projections which Greer calls up as she seeks to support her suppressed guilt conjecture.
As I implied before entering this brief detour through the bars and shanties of an earlier Australia, the effect of Greer’s focus on guilt and its denial is to draw attention away from a different approach which might more effectively support the renewal within our own way of life of the reciprocity and equality she recognises as so central among indigenous people.
Two ways of “jumping up”
Greer’s evocative portrait of contemporary white Australians concentrates on the rapacity, the greed and the crass materialism to which the later trajectory of the Enlightenment has brought us. She wants us to redeem ourselves, partly by actually recognising rather than denying the traces of Aboriginality we took on board in early contact. But above all, as she emphasises in her section on “The Big Idea”, she wants us to face the reality that it is “we” who have failed, through our incapacity to respond to the generosity of reciprocal gestures, and not those who have lived on this land “since time immemorial”. Hence her solution: embrace reciprocity, become hunter-gatherers. I am proposing an alternative: extend and renew the reciprocal forms of social life as the practical response to the widening understanding that our “human nature” is under threat.
Given the shortcomings of the guilt/alcohol/denial conjecture, the question still remains why a diffuse social movement whose members share Germaine Greer’s concerns find it difficult to articulate a comprehensive alternative. Within Greer’s own terms one might suggest that when there is no way to accommodate the stirring of reciprocal sensibilities, a social/psychological displacement operates: people identify with the far more explicit manifestation of reciprocity in Aboriginal life and so transfer any affect to a more clearly defined object.
But in terms of this comment a markedly different interpretation is available. First, one may point to the masking of reciprocity by the common assumption that human nature may be taken as given. The second point is closely related. Westerners have re-located their self-definitions within institutions, whether of work, recreation, media or extended neighbourhood, which have marched out from beneath that far more embracing reciprocal umbrella characteristic of the Aboriginal mode of life.
This is of course to refer to the way in which the Enlightenment, or more generally the whole movement which we privilege under the name of civilisation, has pushed reciprocity into the shadows. As Westerners we have “jumped up”, not merely as the epigraph to the Quarterly Essay might suggest, subjectively, but in and through a far more extended fabric of social life – the market, the media etc. Yet for all that, reciprocity persists. As a mode of interchange it is something of an historical constant. Through its imprint upon what we take to be our “human nature”, it is a necessary condition of every social relationship, even those which reverse or divert its ethical impulse. As, for instance, in the dog-eat-dog interchanges which are at the heart of every market economy, or the detachment and formality typical of the bureaucracy.
And there is another far more important and profoundly paradoxical way in which, in Western culture, reciprocity has been obscured. It lies within the psychoanalytic version of individualism which is fundamental to Greer’s thesis. While derived from the analysis of family life, this individualism screens out the relatively equalising motif of reciprocity in favour of the hierarchical forms inseparable from the Oedipal story. As method it cannot see what it excludes from the field of vision and so in Greer’s case it blinds her to the persistence within her own culture of one main core of the humanity she seeks to redeem by way of the “shortest way to nationhood”.
Because, for us, the part played by reciprocity in forming our basic values and ways of knowing is hidden within a taken-for-granted sense of human nature, there is no ready grasp of limits. We do not readily understand the probable consequences of cutting away the immediacy of tangible connections both to the natural world and to one another. Having been imprinted with our “human nature” within the relations of reciprocity we carry our basic sociality into every setting of life – the market, the media, the bureaucracy. It is a necessary condition of the existence of these settings even when, in gaining their distinctive character, they strip away the fullness of that sensory order sustained within our now quite restricted reciprocal forms of life.
Is it conceivable, then, that the range of post-tribal institutions within which we locate our sense of selfhood could stand alone? Could they break free from the reciprocal forms which co-exist within them and tend to generate their own distinctive ethical frame? Here I am assuming that they could not. Beyond that I am suggesting that widespread and active in contemporary life now is an elemental sensibility which resists any prospect of webs of information as the frame of a future way of being. While its articulate expressions are scattered and tend to focus on single issues, they do find some degree of coherent expression through the green and ecological movements. Their ideology is the main source of the issues which concern Greer, but there is a difference. In Greer’s case the solutions, whether implied or explicit, are to be sought by return to Aboriginal practices. This, however, is only one step more unrealistic than the green advocacy of sustainability as a long-term policy.
This is by no means to brush aside material assaults upon the environment. Our countrymen, in Germaine Greer’s words, “insist on continuing in their madness, knocking down its mountains, grinding up its trees, diverting its watercourses, building high rises on flood plains, creating an endless nightmare of suburbia …” But to be mainly concerned with issues such as these is to miss the heart of the problem: blindly accommodating ourselves to the continuing erosion of reciprocity, a main source of our human nature.
In some intuitive way Greer may have sensed this, but to look for the expression of that intuition in indigenous culture is simply to cover up her failure to look again closer to home. If more people were to sit down and think about that, one conclusion open to them would be that the shortest way to a viable future both for white Australians and for indigenous people is to renew our ties both to one another and to the natural world. This would mean taking back from the “progress of the division of labour” some part of those activities which have moved out from under the umbrella of reciprocity.
If this is one key aspect of the shortest way towards a viable future, that way is nevertheless likely to be long. For the present, the dog-eat-dog values which erode reciprocity are still to be challenged by the rising sensibilities which, if articulated, might allow us to jump up within a different order of social life.
Geoff Sharp
WHITEFELLA JUMP UP
Correspondence
Whitefella Jump Up. That’s me Germaine Greer is talking to. Jump up? Up where? Ah – to the mystical higher plane of Aboriginality. Germaine Greer has cast herself as midwife to the rebirth of Australia and white Australians. Yes, we are to be born again – but not as clap-hands-for-Jesus Christians; not as crystal-toting new-agers; not as super-self-aware consumers of pop psychology; but in a history-defying move, leaping cultural differences in a single bound, white Australia is to be born again as Aboriginal.
What might this mean? Is it satire? Is it nonsense? Could it possibly be the commonsense Greer says it is?
Germaine Greer is famous for being outrageous, so it’s no surprise that some of her claims in Whitefella Jump Up are a bit out there. But even if her basic premise doesn’t hang together, we can still enjoy the ride and think about some of the things Greer says along the way. Did she expect us to take seriously her revised version of history in which the British attempt to colonise Australia has failed? For her, the failure of individual attempts at settling in various parts of Australia adds up to the failure of colonisation itself. This failure has left a whole lot of non-indigenous Australians stranded on the eastern shore of an Aboriginal land, where we first landed.
While Greer’s account is clearly inaccurate, I did enjoy the inverted stories and rewritten histories such as this. They create an imagined world in which the power is reversed, any talk of assimilation is of white to black, and the only option non-Aboriginal people have for survival is to respectfully go to Aboriginal people to ask them how to live, and to hope desperately not to be turned away.
The imagined can make us see the real more clearly. The deserted interior that Greer encourages us to think of as the site of failed colonisation is in fact the site of multiple failures and multiple sorrows — the spectacular failures of white settlers to live harmoniously with Aboriginal people, and to respect them and learn from them; the blundering damage that has been done, and is still done, to the Australian environment; the fragmentation of Aboriginal families and communities; and the frontier violence. Colonisation failed in many things; but it did not fail to take hold.
As long as we assume that Greer is not to be read literally, this part of Greer’s retelling is particularly valuable because it highlights the way that power works in Australia. While the occasional stranded white explorer turned to Aboriginal people for survival, white Australia has generally been loath to learn much at all from Aboriginal people. Despite the rhetoric of self-determination, white experts still develop policy and programs for Aboriginal people, often without effective consultation, and then take them into communities, often to see them fail. A community development model, where outsiders work to help the community build a program for itself, is almost unheard of in the delivery of services in Aboriginal communities.
However, the aim of Whitefella Jump Up is not “to offer yet another solution to the Aborigine problem”, but rather to offer Aboriginality as a solution to “whitefella spiritual desolation”. But when Greer talks about Aboriginality, she leaves me bewildered. Where she speaks of Australia becoming an Aboriginal nation as a symbolic undertaking, the argument makes sense enough. This isn’t a particularly new idea; the “pay the rent” campaigns of the 1980s were based on this idea, and the signs that have sprung up all over inner Melbourne reminding us that we are on Wurundjeri land are just the kind of thing Greer is calling for. It would be a good idea for Australians to keep thinking about new ways of describing, understanding and depicting ourselves, and to think about new national symbols that might be more inclusive of both cultures than those we have now.
Clearly she wants more than this: but what? Following the thread of the “adopting Aboriginality” argument leads us though some strange terrain. Can she be serious when she says that, “As a hunter-gatherer nation, Australia could play a further role in world affairs by making common cause with other hunter-gather peoples, all of whom are taking a terrible hammering.” Does she think Australians both Aboriginal and non-Aboriginal should pull down our houses and head for the desert? Surely not, for later she says that in this new Australia British common law would be the preferred legal system.
Greer states clearly that non-Aboriginal people can become Aboriginal, because Aboriginality is not genetic; if Aboriginal people have to learn their own culture, non-Aboriginal people can learn it too. But there is very little in her essay about what taking on Aboriginality might mean.
After all, what is Aboriginality? Greer acknowledges that this concept wasn’t even thought of before colonisation, when Aboriginal groups were distinct from each other and had no need to think of themselves collectively. In fact, in places like Arnhem Land, the concept of Aboriginality remains meaningless to those it identifies, with people identifying themselves with their tribe or language group, not with a collective “Aboriginal” group. But the collective concept is at the heart of Greer’s essay, because the idea is that white Australians would be absorbed into this imagined community, and we will all be Aboriginal. White Australians are still learning that each Aboriginal group is distinct, with its own language; that there is no such thing as one Aboriginal group or one Aboriginal culture. Greer simultaneously exhorts non-Aboriginal people to learn about this diversity while amalgamating Aboriginal people into a collective identity at the heart of her argument.
As well as putting aside differences between Aboriginal groups, Greer sweeps away the differences between black and white Australian cultures, going into great detail about the crossover between them. This annihilation of difference is essential to her argument; but it is also an obstacle to genuine exchange and understanding.
I lived in Maningrida, an Aboriginal community in the Northern Territory, for just over a year, so I brought my experiences there to mind when Greer talked about Aboriginality. In Maningrida, we grappled every day with cultural differences. Living there taught me that two cultures could be more profoundly different than I had ever imagined. I saw that some of the problems facing Aboriginal communities, and some of the problems in relationships between black and white, were caused by deep differences in the two cultures. This makes solutions particularly hard to find, because they are likely to involve changing cultures, which is a disturbing prospect.
Health care is essential in places like Maningrida: the most devastating statistics that come out of Aboriginal communities are those that measure diabetes, infant mortality and heart disease at far greater rates than those found in the broader population, and life expectancy as lower. Health care, particularly preventative programs, involves teaching Aboriginal people to think about food and hygiene in a white way, instead of in an Aboriginal way. Aboriginal knowledge worked before colonisation, but it does not work in sedentary lifestyles, where people live in houses, eat introduced food and take introduced drugs. In Maningrida, it was difficult to think about the impact that health care would have on the local Aboriginal cultures, because its necessity outweighed the philosophical questions about the imposition of one culture onto another.
If we did pull down our houses, then white people would have a lot to learn from Aboriginal people about health care. But non-Aboriginal people won’t abandon their culture; and the hunter-gatherer lifestyle Greer refers to is part of some Aboriginal cultures but no longer part of life for all Aboriginal people. The reality is much more complex, and we have to negotiate cultural interchange carefully. “Non-Aboriginal becoming Aboriginal” doesn’t seem like much of an answer for white Australia; and it seems like a very bad deal indeed for Aboriginal people. What would it bring Aboriginal people, aside from an increased burden of educating white Australians about their cultures?
Our attempts to understand each other are often marked on the white side of the equation by a tendency to oversimplify. In debates about Aboriginal policy, we pit left against right, rather than working together to find some kind of truth. We continually romanticise Aboriginal cultures, at the same time failing to see our own culture clearly. In Maningrida, I met many white people who declared that Aboriginal people are “very spiritual”, and that they have “so much culture”. I would often ask them what they meant, and they would talk vaguely about ceremony and the connection to the land.
Of course, even if you could quantify “culture”, you’d find equal amounts of it on both sides. But it’s harder to see your own culture, and easy to see the exotic and unfamiliar. This romanticism often extended to the perception of all Aboriginal people as inherently good, and most non-Aboriginal people as of less value. I came to think of this as “positive racism”. It involves judging people by their race, just as the old-fashioned pejorative, excluding kind of racism does, but in reverse. Most importantly, positive racism forms its own obstacles to intercultural sharing and understanding.
Greer’s central idea, that we can fix white Australian ills with Aboriginality, is a textbook case of positive racism, made all the more strange because she rails against the romanticisation of Aboriginal people, before doing it herself. Perhaps this explains the most disturbing aspect of Whitefella Jump Up. The primary evidence for – and symptom of – the spiritual desolation Greer describes in white Australia is alcohol abuse by white people, particularly men. In Maningrida, grog was allowed in under a strictly controlled system every two weeks – beer in cans only. And so every second Saturday the majority of Aboriginal people drank themselves to oblivion, and on these “wet weekends” the police and clinic were kept busy attending to domestic violence and neighbourhood fights. A suicide epidemic caused deaths on some of these Saturdays; and on some others, people were flown to Darwin Hospital with the injuries sustained in attacks and brawls. In between the wet Saturdays, a large proportion of the Aboriginal population of the town wiped itself out with marijuana.
These were the images that came to mind as Greer wrote that Aboriginality could fix spiritual poverty, characterised as problem drinking, in white Australia. Grog rips Aboriginal communities and families apart. It is one of the most tangible and most terrible of the colonial legacies, responsible in part for the destruction of some Aboriginal cultures. And so it seemed incongruous, extraordinary, offensive even, that Greer could mount an argument that used alcohol abuse as evidence of white spiritual poverty, and then offer Aboriginality as the solution.
Ultimately, in among the unconvincing pseudo-practical suggestions and the contradictions, I think that Greer is right in saying that our national life could be more informed by Aboriginality. Clearly a greater commitment by white people to learning about Aboriginal culture is needed for race relations in Australia to move forward. Many non-Aboriginal Australians have begun to do this in various ways, and we need more of this. Rather than romanticising Aboriginal people and their cultures, I hope non-Aboriginal people can look honestly at ourselves and our relationships with Aboriginal people, and try to go beyond the polarised, over-simplified political debates to a better level of engagement. And I hope that we will find better reasons for doing this than a quest for a black magic cure to white Australian problems.
Mary Ellen Jordan
WHITEFELLA JUMP UP
Correspondence
It would not be difficult to dismiss Germaine Greer’s Whitefella Jump Up. Several commentators have already done so, with aggressive relish. Her essay is not only forearmed for ridicule, it predicts it. And in consideration of Greer’s feistiness, I am sure that it welcomes it.
The writing in Whitefella does highlight some of Greer’s faults. Its engagement with contemporary Australian political and cultural life is at times vague and is reliant on highly questionable generalisations, while its reading of Australia’s colonial past leads to some poorly considered conclusions. For instance, Greer explains some of the psychological forces that drove early colonial violence and acts of dispossession in Australia as a result of “the British elite” having quite possibly “caught the madness from the Irish”. This particular madness turns out to be a pathology that denied both the legal and human presence of indigenous peoples in Australia and was born of the effects of the dispossession and subjugation of the Irish themselves by the British in their homeland.
The British didn’t need the Irish or any other colonised nation to teach them the art of violent conquest. Nor was their adherence to the preposterous notion of terra nullius (reproduced ad nauseam through narratives of denial) fed by any madness or ignorance. This interpretation was the invention of melancholic poets and novelists, their inspiration being that peculiar form of imperialist nostalgia present in Western colonial societies from the mid-nineteenth century and arising in the period following the “successful” conquest of the invaded.
When the British aristocrat Granville William Chetwynd Stayplton accompanied the Chief Surveyor of the colony of New South Wales, Major Thomas Mitchell, through what was to become the western district of Victoria in 1836, he wrote that the land was “at present worth sixty millions to the Exchequer of England” and that it would result in a “good fat grant” for the discoverers (i.e. himself and Mitchell). This expedition ended with the murder of several indigenous men and the explorers’ mapping of, and consequent claim to, the landscape that led to the widespread invasion of indigenous country. Greer’s view of this period of colonial history, for all its apparent critical tone, in fact romanticises settler violence and ignores the more systematic, orderly and sanctioned processes of colonisation, which were fed more by the imperatives of capitalist/imperialist expansion than by any desire to reconstruct “home” that might spring from loneliness, emotional absence and anxiety.
And it would not be difficult to pick over Whitefella Jump Up and highlight other instances where Greer appears to lack a serious engagement with Australia, past and present. But to do so would be to ignore other aspects of the essay that I consider to be of value at a political moment when the status of indigenous communities in Australia has been pushed to the margins once more, led by a federal government determined to recolonise the indigenous body within a nominally post-colonial nation.
While the concluding sentence of Greer’s essay consists of the single word “Think” it is clear that she is well aware that her comments will do little more than add to the tendency of some people in Australia to “think” that Germaine Greer is quite mad.
Greer may well be mad. But if we are going to have madness I prefer Greer’s to that of those charged with the administration of this country’s “commitment” to the rights of indigenous communities. Greer may be suffering from a provocative madness, a political, even a cheeky madness that will win her few friends. But better Greer’s “craziness” (as she calls it) than the psychosis that continues to demean indigenous people in Australia and which enforces a proactive discrimination against indigenous people before informing those very people that their suffering and disadvantage is of their own making. The “Aboriginal problem” here is the creation of “the Aborigines” themselves, who have enacted their own dispossession because of their inherent laziness or dysfunctionalism.
It could also be argued that Greer’s central thesis, that there is a need to “Aboriginalise” the Australian nation, is little more than a shallow appropriation of indigenous culture and identity. If interpreted literally, it is so, without doubt. Of itself, it is not a new idea. Manifestations of the “white Aborigine” have occurred throughout Australian history, sometimes as attempts to appropriate indigenous culture for commercial gain or to conjure into being a spiritual attachment and “belonging” to the land.
But Greer’s proposal does more than this. She encourages white Australia to think beyond these merely comfortable constructions because of the explicitness with which she asks people to conceive of their “Aboriginality”. It is the very impossibility and unlikelihood of the process of self-examination she suggests non-Aboriginal Australia undergo that could produce a constructive dialogue about identity in Australia and a new understanding of this country’s history of colonialism. As an idea, as a utopian ideal (which may represent Greer’s frustrated response to the current state of the nation), this central point of the essay may provide a needful stimulation to how we think of the psyche of non-Aboriginal Australia.
Greer directs her commentary to her “white countrymen”, those whom she considers to be the problem, the obstacle to any attempt to facilitate Australia’s development as a mature and inclusive nation. Therefore as an Aboriginal (and for once, as an “unproblematic” reader) I was most interested (and amused) to wonder how Greer’s country folk would respond to her provocation that they take a good hard look at themselves in the mirror and repeat, “I live in an Aboriginal country.” Once they get over the initial shock, she suggests that settler-Australians take a second look and convince themselves with this mantra that, “I was born in an Aboriginal country, therefore I must be considered Aboriginal.”
It certainly sounds like stealing an indigenous identity. But Greer’s challenge is both more astute and more subtle than that. I imagine that many people will want to dismiss Greer because they do not want to look in the mirror. And while a lot of them may not want to be “considered” Aboriginal in the true sense, they will find it discomforting to consider more closely their own identity and its complicity in the effort to dispossess indigenous people. I don’t know if this was Greer’s intention, nor do I think it matters whether it was or not.
She is, after all, responsible for the fact that I can let my imagination run with the prospect of how to bear witness to her invitation to the nation and what might be done in response. I would like to accept the role of the voyeur, or perhaps the psychiatrist who is allowed to hide behind the one-way mirror of colonialism and watch as a John Howard or a Pauline Hanson has to chant, “I live in an Aboriginal country … I live in an Aboriginal country.” I wonder how “relaxed and comfortable” the Prime Minister would feel about that?
Not only would white Australia have to look at itself in Greer’s mirror, it would have to look more directly at the face of black Australia as well. In the post-war era of the Aboriginal reserves and missions system in Victoria, the residents of the Lake Tyers Aboriginal Reserve in Gippsland were faced with a daily humiliation. The manager’s office at the reserve was constructed in such a way that when people visited the manager they could not see his face while they stood at the enquiries desk. Because of an elaborate system of mirrors in the office the manager could see the Aboriginal people but they could not see him, they could not confront his image, and therefore the manager did not have to confront himself either.
Those who are prepared to do as Greer requests will not find their “Aboriginality” in the mirror. The exercise will not be a journey to what Greer imagines as “the shortest way to nationhood”. But if the viewers are prepared to look closely enough they may see something that will at least present questions about what it really is that goes to make up “nationhood” and what sort of nation it is that allows its elected government to treat indigenous people the way that the Australian nation-state does. If the white Australian tries to find his Aboriginal face in the mirror, he may come to see his own face as the face of the oppressor.
In his most recent book, Freedom Dreams: The Black Radical Imagination, the African-American scholar Robin Kelley discusses aspects of the history of the black civil rights struggle in America with particular reference to some of the more utopian and idealistic sections of the movement. Kelley concludes his book with the articulation of his own “freedom dream”; he puts forward the idea that “ground zero”, the site of the World Trade Center towers collapse in New York, should be an “international territory”, that the land should “belong to the world and thus should not be privatized”. The site would also stand as an emblem in recognition of Native American “first nations” people and would symbolically represent them as the people of the New York area. Kelley admits that his dream “will never happen without a struggle” but still he passionately defends his right to own “the space to imagine” and to create this “vision”.
There is so little constructive vision in Australia at the moment. We are asked to provide sanctuary to those refugees who risk death in order to gain freedom for themselves and their families, and we respond with fences to keep them out and to lock them up. That is a seriously mad idea. Another one is the idea that indigenous communities who have had almost everything they possess taken from them should be asked to labour for next to no wages apart from subsistence dole money. That is not a visionary position. That is a new version of the poorhouse and it represents the rebirth of one of the most repressive ideas of the past.
So, with such architects of violence in mind, I have to acknowledge that Germaine Greer has provided this “dear reader” with a piece of strategic insanity that can infuriate and stimulate at the same time. Tomorrow morning when I look in the mirror before shaving I am going to repeat to myself, “You are living in a just society … You are living in a just society.” I know that I will not believe myself. But I hope that the exercise at least makes me wonder what it is we should be doing to create that just society.
Tony Birch
WHITEFELLA JUMP UP
Correspondence
Germaine Greer’s Whitefella Jump Up proposes a whimsical solution to the immaturity and rawness of Australian nationhood and national identity. In her extended lament for “white” Australia’s lack of a sense of belonging to its expropriated homeland, she contends that if white Australians could accept their “ineradicable and inherent Aboriginality” (this “characteristic of the continent itself”), they will be “truly self-governing and independent”. Greer is embarrassed by persistent genuflections towards the British and the Americans, exasperated with the specious British ethnicity to which many “white” Australians cling, and disappointed by their failure to forge a full-blown identity that would anchor them in this continent. She wants Australians to acknowledge formally, in a nation-remaking gesture, that they have inherited an assortment of Aboriginal characteristics absorbed by their frontier forefathers in close and friendly contact with Aboriginal people.
I do not subscribe to the view that expatriates have no right to enunciate their views about the state of the homeland, but the niggling doubt about Greer’s depth of engagement with matters at home frays my commitment to the right to free speech in this case. Essentialist ideas about identity – for instance that a person’s or a nation’s identity is shaped by “race” – have permeated Australian life since the idea of an Australian nation was invented in the late nineteenth century. Simply to flip the foundation of the nation from a fundamentally White identity to a Black one is to remain trapped by the racism on which the nation was founded in 1901. Alfred Deakin judged that the strongest motive for federation was “the desire that we should be one people, and remain one people, without the admixture of other races”. Race was a key constitutional issue in 1900 when the drafters of the Australian Constitution excluded Aborigines from the ambit of this founding document in order to prevent surviving post-frontier Aboriginal populations from affecting the parliamentary representation of the states and financial distributions by the Commonwealth to the states. In a recent case the High Court of Australia has found that one of its provisions can be read in such a way as to permit government actions that work to the detriment of Aboriginal people. Admitted neither as nations nor as citizens, Aboriginal peoples have been the subjects of an extraordinary history of policy experimentation, much of it predicated on the belief that the first Australians would disappear.
What is astonishing about Dr Greer’s essay is the absence of any substantial reference to the “big picture” ideas for a postcolonial Australia during the last decade and their defeat at the polls by neo-conservatives who lured the electorate into voting against an Australian head of state and abhorred the idea of reconciliation with Aborigines together with Keating-style engagement with Asia and the Pacific. The history of removing Aboriginal children from their families is briefly mentioned, but this is incidental to a curiously over-emphasised sexual history of the Australian nation. One might read Greer’s main contention as a way of bypassing just how ugly the rejection of the “big picture” was – this was the period marked by Pauline Hanson’s rise to fame – and of holding instead to a brighter vision in order to beguile readers with nice arguments that draw on evidence from Australian literature, that speculate on the influence of Aboriginal languages on the Australian way of talking and on the origin in Aboriginal culture of the supposed Australian preference for egalitarianism.
Were the arguments and the vision itself more persuasive, the essay might be a serious challenge to the severely diminished idea of the nation presently proposed by contenders from both the Right and the Left. But Greer seems to be ignorant of an enormous body of fictional and non-fictional writing, cinema and art that has tackled this topic in a variety of regions and periods. For instance, she seems to have failed to notice that the last three decades have produced a body of historical literature which has made possible a much more robust idea of the past from which Australians need not shrink in denial, but which, if wrestled with honestly, lays the foundations for a new story of the nation. But there are also some particularly vicious ideas circulating at present which reinforce the old myth of a nation forged, so the assertion goes, by God-fearing men of restraint. As a consequence, this profoundly important new literature is presently under heavy attack by Keith Windschuttle and other patriotic warriors from the Quadrant fold who claim to be concerned with the craft of history, but these matters appear not to concern Dr Greer.
While Greer’s idea is a far more pleasant one than that proposed by the present prime minister in his 1996 Menzies Lecture, it is just as tendentious. Where Howard’s view of the nation’s history is expedient, with its forelock-tugging to Brave Pioneers and Little Aussie Battlers traduced and silenced by the brigade of wicked, black armband-wearing thought police, Greer’s idea is a weak tonic for this shallowness of identity, treating the infirmity with symbolic medicine rather than efficacious antidote. Where Howard was concerned “to ensure that our history as a nation is not written definitively by those who take the view that Australians should apologise for most of it”, Greer has drafted an idea of the nation that equally circumvents the horrible fate of Aboriginal people during that history, and for which some act of restitution from the settler state, such as an apology, is still required, if only to state an intention to refuse to allow such acts to happen again. This, I believe, is the secret at the heart of all the sneakily coded references to the idea of the nation expressed by opponents of Patrick Dodson’s vision: their motives are dubious. Or, at least, that is the threat that hovers before those of us who embrace our Aboriginality with pride.
The greatest weakness of Germaine Greer’s essay is its zany disconnectedness. Aboriginal societies were pushed to the brink of extinction, and yet the evidence for the Aboriginal influence on Australia culture is valorised in Greer’s essay with no mention of the disappearance of Aboriginal languages and the loss of cultural knowledge with the passing of the last generations who were brought up in the bush. For instance, her argument that the Australian accent derives from Aboriginal nannies teaching white children to speak and Aboriginal people influencing their white mates’ nasalised vowels as they yarned around the campfire is an example of simple inductivism, fitting a few scraps of literary evidence to feminist psychological theory. The comments about the influence of “corroborees” on Australian history are fascinating but not sufficiently supported by the evidence presented (though there is evidence, some of which is discussed in Henry Reynolds’ With the White People).
While Greer’s literary training allows her to sustain such romantic, if eccentric notions, linguistic research tells us that the 250 Aboriginal languages that existed at the time of British settlement have been reduced to less than fifty. All but a handful of Aboriginal languages will be extinct within fifty years. This is largely because Aboriginal people were forced to speak English instead of their own languages. With the exception of a few missionaries and linguists, few Australians have learnt to speak an Aboriginal language. Aboriginal children were not allowed to speak their native tongues at school and were punished for doing so. Aboriginal languages are the truly Australian languages, and constitute a precious heritage. Conserving Aboriginal languages by teaching them in schools in the vicinity of the relevant linguistic communities would be a splendid Australian gesture in the right direction. If Whitefella Jump Up has a lasting value it might lie in the power of Greer’s appeal to Australians to embrace Aboriginal culture as their own. There has been plenty of cultural diffusion in Australian history as in any other. The impetus for Australians to value Aboriginal culture might arise from a sense of this culture as being a part of their own heritage and their own historical legacy, not just that of exoticised and demonised others.
In the search for a sense of gravitas to underpin their “national identity”, Australians seem doomed to suffer one caricature after another, one more “prawn on the barbie”, one more cry from the heart and yet another diagnosis of the imagined crisis. All the while, of course, there have been some appealing and singular expositions of common themes, some of them textured and nuanced in the articulation, in the ideas about what it means to belong to a nation.
As Hugh Mackay and other students of the “national mood” attest, there is a far greater variegation and complexity to the construction of the “Nation” than newspaper columnists, politicians and ideologues ever dream of. And there is a dizzying range of differences – generational, regional, economic, educational, ethnic, cultural – to contend with. Greer’s vision of Australians somehow coming to adopt “their” Aboriginality is simply at odds with the facts of life in our country today. It’s a vision that expresses the needy idealism of the baby boomer generation, one of waning relevance to the younger generations of Australian intellectuals who lack the sentimentalism of Greer and her cohort and who are assuming ascendancy in public life.
With their access to a global market that empowers them as more than mere consumers, younger urban Australians are cyber-citizens, at once cosmopolitan and networked. They are able to relate to the Aboriginal world in a less troubled way than their parents and they are almost oblivious to Australia’s blinding colonial legacy of white supremacy and race hatred. Their images of the Aboriginal world are not the images of monochromatic misery that their parents see, but a heady mix of politics, sport and culture. They are familiar with a pageant of Aboriginal people who are talented, capable and attractive and who function as filmmakers, musicians, dancers, artists, writers, sports stars, intellectuals and actors. The reality and variety of the Aboriginal world is available to them as it never was to their parents. And for that reason they do not need to invent an Australia wrapped up in Aboriginal symbolism. But I do not want to overstate the case. They are less tolerant of the welfare approach to Aboriginal disadvantage, though they are also, to be fair, less niggardly than their parents’ generation. They are arguably the true advocates of the “fair go”, because their sense of fairness tells them that everyone should take responsibility for their own fate to the extent that they can. To this extent, Noel Pearson represents the views of a younger Australia as much as he represents those of young Aboriginal people.
The national literature of the ’60s lecture hall
Greer’s heavy reliance on “classical” Australian literary fiction is redolent of the late 1960s and the sense of protest at the colonial legacy of Australian literature. She critiques the references to Aboriginal people in Henry Lawson, Tom Collins and Mary Durack, and finds fair deeds and foul. Like Toni Morrison on Mark Twain, she does a good job of exposing one-eyed racism and of exalting the humanity of people who come alive on the pages of literature without the ideological drag of “race”. But it’s a limited sense of Australian literary history Greer exhibits. True, she cites Frank Moorhouse, Thomas Keneally, Sally Morgan, Mudrooroo, Tim Flannery and other modern writers, but we are left with the distinct impression that Australian literary life shrivelled after she left Sydney for London. What about David Malouf (The Conversations at Curlow Creek), Richard Flanagan (Death of a River Guide), Tim Winton (Dirt Music), Rodney Hall (The Island in the Mind trilogy), Murray Bail (Eucalyptus)? Apparently, Greer has not noticed that a distinctive Australian settler voice that speaks of a deepening attachment to place and locality as the core of identity has emerged in Australian literature. While Greer boasts of her adoption by people of the Kulin nation, other Australians are trying hard to adopt their own backyards and take responsibility for their history, their environment and the inheritance of their own racism. Books such as Nicholas Rothwell’s Wings of the Kite-Hawk, Peter Read’s Belonging: Australians, Place and Aboriginal Ownership, Eric Rolls’ A Million Wild Acres and George Seddon’s Landprints: Reflections on Place and Landscape attest to the various degrees of success Australians have had in explaining their intimate and variegated relationships with place, locality and history. The point is that the Aboriginal attachment to places inherited from many generations of ancestors and shaped by kinship, descent, culture and religion, does not preclude settlers from engaging with the land they love. Is it really necessary to claim a few threads of Aboriginality in order to affirm that experience? Might it not be more honourable to acknowledge frankly the frontier history that gave the white Australians their ascendancy, their control of the land and resources that have made them so wealthy. In this respect James Boyce’s essay in Robert Manne’s recent collection Whitewash is crucially important. Boyce tackles Keith Windschuttle’s nasty tome, The Fabrication of Aboriginal History: Volume One. His conclusion suggests the sheer difficulty involved in the debate about the character of the Australian nation and the complexity of the responsibility involved, towards whites as well as Aborigines:
Many will understandably want to ignore Windschuttle’s book dismissing it as either very bad academic history or a poisonous political tract, both of which are true. But in the end, the Tasmanian community will need to find a language and a framework – as other groups have been forced to do – to deal with the material in the text that is not concerned with academic debate but constitutes a slander on the custodians and creators of our land. This is not just up to Aborigines or activists: some respect for those almost-timeless generations who lived and developed this island before us is surely beyond race or politics; it simply flows from a love of the place.
While Dr Greer’s essay proposes a way for Australians to engage with Australia as a homeland, however ludicrous her central idea may seem, it is at least a vision that does not spring from hate. But it does skim lightly over the surface of the troubling issues Boyce contends with, and while it would be churlish to say that her essay is insulting, it nevertheless is necessary to say that the ease of her solution is exasperating in its triviality.
If Australians are concerned about national identity, then it seems to me that the history of Aboriginal–settler relations is as good a place as any to search for something worth constructing. But what can we make of what our intellectuals find in their quest for a history? Greer finds such commonality between Aborigines and “whites” that she recommends that “white” people declare their nation Aboriginal. Windschuttle finds only the most primitive people on earth, incapable of owning land, who seem to have asked for it so that it was the most natural thing in the world that they should die out. The challenge is there in these two facile conclusions. It is the challenge for settler Australians of recognising that Aboriginal people are fully human beings and the further challenge of recognising the value in the differences between our cultures and societies in such a way that everyone can own the civil society we share and, if you like, the “national identity” we yearn for with an equal cause and an equal commitment. This challenge goes under the label of “Reconciliation”.
But we should be fair to Germaine Greer. Even if her essential idea is flawed with a romantic notion of race, Dr Greer’s contribution throws into stark relief some of the myths that underpin the difficulty of overcoming the inherited frontier hatred that continues to drive racist discourse in Australian public life. Her essay leaves me pondering the question, of whether, in the end, a postcolonial patriotism is even possible. Is it possible that Australians will one day recognise the nations enclosed within their Commonwealth, the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander nations from whose homelands a recreant and uncomprehending nation has been carved?
Marcia Langton
WHITEFELLA JUMP UP
Correspondence
Yet another of Greer’s unanswerable self-explorations, the essay can hardly be accorded the kind of profundity or logic claimed for it by Peter Craven in his introduction. Nor do I think it either simple or resistant to the “politics of the Aboriginal Question” – have we read the same piece? To attempt to argue a coherent case either against or for would be as futile as repudiating a novel or film for imaginative excess or praising both for political correctness.
However sympathetic to the spirit of the cause at the heart of what is essentially a polemical apologia, I feel that Greer strains to enlarge into broader cultural relevance the dimensions of something entirely personal: her own sense of loss and displacement. As daughter of the priestly utterance with a vision of the ideal, her posture of defender of the dispossessed is theatrically compelling if impracticable. So it’s pointless to argue with such imaginative forays in which nobody with any idea of the complexity of what’s at stake would presume to lay claim to a moral high ground, least of all those whom she has set out to champion.
In 1996, I wrote that “Greer has rarely embarked on a project without energetic recourse to private demons and their exorcism.” In her customary cat-among-the-pigeons style, speaking out of the usual anxiety of exile, she again goes looking for a place of belonging, an authentic home to return to in order to reckon with what has made her. In so doing, she faithfully mirrors what she’s discerned as her culture’s shortcomings even as she mocks them.
In 1989, I also said that “her inconsistencies and dependence on stereotypes are endearing when they aren’t irritating, limiting, as they do, the undeveloped emotional potential of her formidable intelligence.” My opinion hasn’t changed since reading Whitefella Jump Up despite my sympathy for and admiration of her quixotic courage. I don’t presume to know what the Aborigines she sat down with on her mattress under the river gums thought about her. My guess is that their infallible courtesy would have precluded anything other than the sort of kindly dispassionate reassurance and confirmation so clearly needed by this funny visitor. The Aborigines I’ve met have no desire to sit on the ground: they’re far too preoccupied helping others, trying to educate themselves and their children for existence in a difficult world like the rest of us.
Learning that there are situations admitting no easy solution, questions for which answers aren’t readily available comes hard to most people, and maybe harder still to the intellectually gifted and articulate in a non-verbal culture. I know because, six years older than Greer, I’ve been there myself and been suitably chastened into scepticism. It doesn’t mean that one gives up on hope or change. Rather, it means taking smaller, less heroic steps as many are doing, unsung and far removed from media attention and public homage. There are no short cuts to anything worthwhile, let alone that much-abused and little understood concept, “nationhood”.
Towards the end of a life also armoured in a clever acerbic intellect, James McAuley wrote a poem about his parents called “Because” revealing a hard-won wisdom that refused to exaggerate, sentimentalise or mythicise. Cold comfort perhaps, but I’ll let the last two stanzas act as a classicist’s reply to Greer’s hunger for the ideal:
Judgment is simply trying to reject
A part of what we are because it hurts.
The living cannot call the dead collect;
They won’t accept the charge, and it reverts.
It’s my own judgment day that I draw near,
Descending in the past without a clue,
Down to that central deadness: the despair
Older than any hope I ever knew.
Good as it is to be reminded of the ideal, I’m afraid Greer’s gadfly vision is beyond possibility. To be drawn to it, take it to heart but understand that one’s endeavours are, however successful in the temporal sense, inevitably failures, is to acknowledge the human condition in its starkest monochrome aspect. Living in present-day Australia is not a bad way to get, as the young say, real.
Fay Zwicky
WHITEFELLA JUMP UP
Correspondence
Commonsense dictates: ignore Germaine Greer’s latest attention-seeking stunt. Response will simply encourage her. Reaction, it seems, is just what the “eminent expatriate” awaits.
It is possible to ignore the main thrust of Greer’s essay – her admonition to whitefellas to become jumped-up born-again blackfellas. Let those who will, “sit on the ground with (Greer) and think”. Others will give her nought out of ten for workable shortcuts; ten out of ten for media coverage.
It is even possible to ignore the numerous comments that reveal the depth of Greer’s myopia regarding Australia’s past and present. On page 22, for instance: “(in 1971) half a world away … I could suddenly see that what was operating in Australia was apartheid …” More comparable “insights”, along with contradictions galore, appear throughout the essay.
It is possible, too, to ignore the few occasions where Greer actually says something that is correct. The sentence beginning: “The intervention of the academics …” on page 45, is one such instance.
It is simply not possible, however, to ignore what Greer has to say when she turns her careless sights and shoots venom upon Mary Durack’s Australian classic Kings in Grass Castles.
Greer is not the first to descend upon Kings and willy-nilly to pluck passages from it in support of some cockeyed specious thesis.
Indeed for the past twenty years or so various minnows have nibbled at Kings. Those of us who happen, with reason, to admire our forebears’ achievements and Mary Durack’s art as a writer and historian, may have been irritated by the minnows but most of the time the things they said were so absurd and wide of the mark they could not be taken very seriously.
When “a renowned writer, academic and broadcaster”, quite a big fish in other words, also attacks Kings and Duracks and comes up with even more absurd and offensive inaccuracies than the minnows, it is time to stop thinking that the abuse of Australian history and of our family will simply go away.
As far as I am concerned there is no point in enumerating all of Greer’s shameless misrepresentations of Kings, its author and its lead characters. Three examples of the way Greer distorts history and of her jaundiced slipshod method will suffice.
The examples come from a long paragraph beginning on page 65 with, “The evidence from the Durack family …” and concluding on page 66 with “… an expensive disaster.” In amongst this jumbled paragraph Greer says:
1. “In 1879 their land hunger drove a posse of Durack men westwards towards the Kimberley where … they helped themselves to the pick of the Ord and Fitzroy country …”
In these remarks Greer summarises about five detailed chapters of Kings. Fair enough to condense, but what rough research led to such distortion of the facts? Apparently Greer cares not a jot for accuracy. In the interests of the latter, and for the record, here is a factual account of Greer’s loaded sentence above.
In July 1882, following reports by Alexander Forrest of his 1879 expedition to Kimberley, a party of six men, “expert bushmen of proven toughness and resource” led by “Stumpy” Michael Durack, left Brisbane by sea with “twenty-three tried and well-bred horses” and fifteen hundredweight of rations and equipment. They were bound for Cambridge Gulf, Western Australia to see for themselves whether the Kimberley country was as favourable and suitable for stock as Forrest had claimed. In Darwin they engaged two Aborigines, Pannikin and Pintpot, who not only proved their worth on the expedition but so relished their Durack experience they later joined the team on the long trek that led Queensland cattle into Kimberley.
In short, Greer’s “land-hungry posse” was a well-organised, well-disciplined reconnaissance, or survey, party composed of white and black men.
2. In the same paragraph, page 66, Greer adds: “[the Duracks’] first expedition (to Kimberley) was a disaster and they were repeatedly lost on the second …”
Again, for the record: In 1879 Alexander Forrest had “conjectured” that the mouth of the Ord was on the west of Cambridge Gulf and that is where the Durack survey party first landed in August 1882. It needs to be noted that before this date the rivers of East Kimberley had not been mapped. (Nor were there any roads, let alone comfy air-conditioned four-wheel drives that today’s “Kimberley explorers” take for granted. It should not be necessary to spell all this out but apparently it is for the likes of Greer.) Stumpy Michael and his party were identifying rivers and naming them for whitefella maps. They were the first to start sketching on paper the river courses and their tributaries. Over time it was discovered that five major rivers flow into Cambridge Gulf. The Ord had been named by Forrest but its course was not known. Stumpy Michael, foreseeing the route to the Ord would be circuitous, marked a boab tree “D1” at the site of their first camp. Within one month of landing on the west side of Cambridge Gulf the Durack party had found the Ord some two hundred kilometres east at its junction with the Negri (as noted by Forrest). There they marked a final boab “D24”, followed the river downstream almost to its mouth and reported Kimberley country to be “fine beyond expectations …”
Their return route, still “in the saddle”, was some one thousand kilometres west to Beagle Bay. From there they caught a ship to Fremantle and another on to Brisbane. From start to finish the reconnaissance took six months. It achieved its principal aim: to sight and assess land before commitment to leasing. Eleven horses had been lost but there had been no loss of human life – white or black. By any normal reckoning this first expedition was remarkably successful.
Yet Greer in her ivory tower at the University of Warwick sweepingly dismisses the expedition as “a disaster”? Has she ever read Kings?
Or did she pass on the task to some clueless research assistant? More likely, she uncritically accepted and repeated the denigrations of the minnows.
As for “they [Duracks] were repeatedly lost on their second expedition [to Kimberley] …” This remark is Greer’s view of the 1883–1885 overland cattle drive from Queensland through the Territory to East Kimberley. Has she any realistic understanding of moving stock long distances through uncharted land? Her put-down of the epic achievement is beneath contempt.
3. Greer again, on page 66: “The Duracks understood so little of what they were doing in the Kimberley they couldn’t even position their original dwelling at Argyle high enough to escape the rising waters of the Behn River in the wet season … it doesn’t take much bushcraft to find evidence of periodic flood; evidently they didn’t even look …”
What an offensive and inaccurate view of those “first footers” who shared a reputation with the finest bushmen in the land. Sure the Behn rose high in the record wet of 1888 and the kitchen, built as was customary well separate from the main house, was swept away. The house itself however withstood the flood and remained in use as a functioning homestead on the place where my great-grandfather Patsy and Pumpkin pegged it until it was drowned by the waters of Lake Argyle some ninety years later – (another story …)
While ever “posses” of prejudiced influential academics set out to rewrite our history and to knock cherished and good Australian stories (I refer not only to Kings), what hope for “reconciliation”? What hope too when loopy negative cock and bull is condoned and applauded? It would be interesting to know, for instance, the number of Australians who would agree that Greer’s “vision … may be precisely the kind of thing Australia has been yearning for all these years”; or that Whitefella Jump Up “crystallises something which has been in the air … for a long time … but which has never … been so well expressed”? My tip is that if today’s battlers were ever to read the essay it would (to paraphrase Greer) simply confirm their own deserved loathing of the eggheads.
For those of us who live in Australia there has long been awareness that in many subtle ways aspects of Aboriginal culture impinge on our lives. Likewise there is a mostly easygoing awareness and acceptance of many other peoples’ cultures. If being Australian is something that we feel and know “in our bones”, why try to pin it down? Can identity be pinned down? Surely identity, personal and national, is a dynamic concept that meanders, changes and adjusts as circumstances and understandings evolve?
To conclude with a prayer: Please God, spare us from a zealous self-exiled academic who preaches to us in real old-style missionary mode that “the way to light is through darkness, and this darkest hour could be just before our dawn as a genuinely new nation …” Amen.
P.A. Durack Clancy
WHITEFELLA JUMP UP
Correspondence
Every now and again, somebody arrives in town to lift my flagging spirits.
In this case, it was Germaine Greer. I went to see her at the Quarterly Essay launch where she talked about her ideas on black/white relations in this country.
As I listened to her, I was buoyed, bowled over, by her boldness. In a country which treads cautiously in case anybody gets upset about the issues – especially whitefellas – I wanted to clap every word she uttered.
Immediately, I went up to her after her speech and said, “You know, Germaine, I’d walk a million miles to hear a whitefella like yourself say what you said here just now. I’ve been trying to teach about Whiteness for ages. That is, to get white-fellas to look at themselves and not keep researching, studying and labelling us anymore.”
But caution: Don’t ask me exactly what she said to prompt my response. Don’t ask me exactly what she wrote. All I know is that it resonated with me. It gave me hope. It replenished my spirit. It spoke to my condition and that of this country. It inspired and fired me up.
Next day, I heard and saw her being interviewed on TV and radio. The interviewers wanted to know what she meant exactly by an Australian Aboriginal Republic. To which she replied: “I don’t know.”
Don’t know! Now what kind of answer is that, Germaine, in a country where everyone knows about or at least has an opinion on the original inhabitants? There was dead silence and astonishment on the part of the interviewers. Followed by nervous laughter with a faltering “but you’re the one suggesting it!”
“Yes,” said Germaine. “I just want to put it out there for people to think about it.”
Pregnant pause on part of interviewer. Then move on to next question.
I thought to myself, Good on you, Germaine – finally a whitefella who can admit to “not knowing”. In this quantitative, measured, controlled society we live in, where one is expected “to know” at all times, at all costs, where there are so many “experts” on Aborigines, it’s refreshing to hear such an august and audacious academic say, “I don’t know.”
I hadn’t heard whitefellas talking like this for a long time. And my spirit was in sore need of succour. The last time I got such a hit of hope was from Jane Elliott in 1997 just after a rather nasal-voiced, mean-spirited, suburban redhead from Ipswich emerged.
Thank God there are such people as Jane and Germaine who will say such things. Provoke. Confront the complacency. It has to come from them. It can’t come from us mob because we get labelled as “carping boongs or whingeing blackfellas” if we as much as confront/criticise this rich and abundant but racialised country in which we live.
It has to come from the power and privilege of Whiteness which both women both inhabit, daily.
Germaine Greer picked up lots of “brownie points” (no pun intended) from me and my fellow blackfella mate Gary Thomas. We were the only two Aboriginal people present at the launch.
I said to him as we left, “What did you think of Germaine Greer?”
Without hesitation, he said, “I really liked her because she is not afraid to dream … and to dream big, Lill.”
What an accolade from an Aborigine!
And, yes, I agree!
We need to dream, dream big, dream this country into full existence.
And, like Germaine, don’t ask me exactly what I mean by that. Just go away and think about it!
Lillian Holt
WHITEFELLA JUMP UP
Correspondence
At question time in a reading I gave in Cambridge a few years ago, a lady up the back row asserted “You’ve got an Aboriginal accent!”
“It could well be, ma’am,” I replied truthfully, though with doubts about her ear, “I’ve got any number of Aboriginal relatives.” As possibly a majority of country Australians do.
When the audience and I were leaving, another woman asked me in awed tones “Did you know who that was?” I said no, and she reverently uttered the name of Germaine Greer.
“I used to see her around Sydney University a long time ago, but we never met,” I told the English woman, not adding that I’d thought Dr Greer formidable and rather forbidding back then.
“Would you like to meet her now?” the woman asked breathlessly. I agreed that it was high time, and in the event Dr Greer and I got along amicably, like old contemporaries. I told her how I’d been moved by her book Daddy, We Hardly Knew You, which works like a fine novel. Whether she had been testing me to see whether I would fumble my response to her assertion and so maybe reveal a streak of racism, I guess I’ll never know. Perhaps it was unworthy of me to admit the suspicion, but these are horribly political times, as the very early ’60s at Sydney were blessedly not.
One side of Dr Greer’s new manifesto Whitefella Jump Up that strongly appeals to me is its subtle understanding of what for a generation I have been calling convergence, the slow mutual assimilation of Aborigines and other Australians. She understands the dynamics of this, how it is both genetic and cultural, and how truly equal it has been, despite all the efforts, earlier and recent, to hide and deny it. She is good on the Aboriginal visual art of the last thirty years, which for me is Australia’s equivalent of jazz, a major new art style arising from the most oppressed group in our nation. The rest of her case mainly reflects the mythology of the Skippy left, and so will seem unreal to ethnic and mainstream Australia.
I doubt her proposal to transfer the nominal ownership of our country from Queen Elizabeth to the Aboriginal people, necessarily without any alteration of real ownerships, would have much chance in a referendum. I will be fascinated to read what Aboriginal citizens think of it. To me, it seems very American, in its urgent desire for resolution, for closure, the Big Fix Right Now, rather than the slow working out of themes and equity in a society. Something like it, if genuinely and widely embraced, might secure more visibility and credit for Aborigines as a vital creative force among us and a potent source of subconscious iconography. In a poem I wrote two or three years back, I adverted to what I’m sure must have been a marvel of serendipity, if indeed the architect had not studied Aboriginal forms:
Clothing as Dwelling as Shouldered Boat
Propped sheets of bark converging
over skin-oils and a winter fire,
stitched hides of furry rug-cloak
with their naked backs to the weather,
clothing as dwelling as shouldered boat
beetle-backed, with bending ridgelines,
all this, resurrected and gigantic:
the Opera House,
Sydney’s Aboriginal building.
Les Murray
BEAUTIFUL LIES
Response to Correspondence
The letters by The Hon. Bob Debus and Peter Christoff (the latter published in QE10) constitute important political responses to my essay, and they raise matters of substance. Both, however, seriously misrepresent what I have written and furthermore claim that my work contains factual errors, while not elaborating on where I have erred.
Minister Debus concentrates on three aspects of the essay: fire management, my assertion that most of Australia’s national parks are “marsupial ghost towns”, and the environmental impact of logging. His contribution to interpreting the role of fire in Australia is valuable in two ways. First, it reinforces the point – made by George Seddon in earlier correspondence – that Australia’s wet forests had low Aboriginal population densities and were not fire-managed as intensively as were many drier regions, a factor that clearly has significant implications for contemporary fire management. More importantly, Minister Debus introduces the element of global climate change in interpreting the 2003 fire season, which was the hottest in history. This is an important advance that we will doubtless hear more of in the future. It was not included in my essay because the WWF report establishing the facts was published after QE9’s deadline. Likewise, since writing the essay, fears have been laid to rest that the 2003 fire in the Australian Alps had adversely affected endangered species. Science is moving swiftly in these areas.
Bob Debus claims that the weather is the most important – by which I assume that he means the most direct – factor in influencing fire in Australia. By this he means that hot, dry weather promotes fires. This is indisputably true, but it has always been true. The current hot drought aside, there is no evidence that weather patterns have changed in the past two centuries in ways that affect fire. The cause of changed fire regimes over the historic period, therefore, must lie elsewhere. That is why I concentrate on fuel loads and ignition in my analysis.
So in this regard it’s curious that the Minister quotes Benson and Redpath’s 1997 paper without mentioning my response (published in the subsequent issue of Cunninghamia) which points out several fundamental flaws in that work. Logically I can only assume that either Benson or Redpath drafted this letter for the Minister. Perhaps they even initiated it?
If this is not the case, it’s otherwise unaccountable to me why Minister Debus’s letter should reiterate Benson and Redpath’s outright lie that I have stated that most of south-east Australia’s vegetation was burnt annually prior to 1788. Likewise, the lie that I believe that old-growth forests are unimportant for maintaining biodiversity. Nor can I believe that Minister Debus would fail to recognise that New South Wales’s national parks have suffered significant extinctions, and that they need to be managed in such a way as to support the greatest indigenous biodiversity possible. If Royal National Park (as an example) has lost its rock wallabies, half its bandicoot and quoll species, all of its bettongs, its largest species of glider and kangaroo – as indeed is the case – is it really “plainly ridiculous” to describe the place as a marsupial ghost town?
Minister Debus’s letter opens with Benson and Redpath’s old saw that I pander to “extreme anti-conservation groups” and racists. Yet I have not had a single word of support from any such people as a result of the publication of QE9. What I have had, however, is lots of outrage from elements of the conservation movement.
Peter Christoff’s letter (and the incoherent anger it exhibited while masquerading as a “review” in the weekend Age) is perhaps the most obvious example of this. In a rather grandstanding way Christoff states that it is hard to read the essay as anything but an attack on the conservation movement. This is saddening because I was careful to ensure that any criticisms I did express of the movement were constructive ones. My suggestion that the forests and whaling debates have been largely won, and that it’s now time to move on, wholeheartedly, to the challenges of the twenty-first century – with regard to the issues of soil, water, biodiversity and global warming – will, if taken up, see the conservation movement gain new relevance. Indeed, the leaders in the field, such as WWF Australasia, have already made that transition.
Tim Flannery
BEAUTIFUL LIES
Correspondence
I read Dr Tim Flannery’s essay, Beautiful Lies: Population and Environment in Australia, with interest. Correctly, Dr Flannery writes that, to avoid Australia’s environmental crisis, ‘we must base our action plan on the best science we have rather than prejudices and assertions.’ So why does he fill his essay with argument that does the opposite? Of course, he says many things that are reasonable and insightful, especially about issues of race and culture, but there are worrying numbers of factual errors and blatantly unscientific assertions about the environment. It is most unfortunate, indeed paradoxical, that Dr Flannery’s essay does so much to give comfort and political advantage to extreme anti-conservation groups and political parties who are, quite unashamedly, ideologically opposed to community and government efforts to conserve biodiversity: groups who aren’t too flash on race issues either.
First, Dr Flannery repeats his previously expressed and highly tendentious opinions on the role of fire in the Australian landscape. He wants us to acknowledge that the Aboriginal use of fire was central to sustainable land management in Australia: that is a point easily accepted. The concern arises from his argument about contemporary hazard reduction techniques. It is, he alleges, the ‘pyro-phobic Europeans’ who, by ceasing Aboriginal burning practices, caused the changes in Australia’s vegetation that have led to ‘ever more devastating and frequent’ bushfires in south-eastern Australia. He is vague about the significant ‘hazard reduction’ that is actually carried out by fire authorities and land managers at the present time and all but silent on the impact global warming has had, and will inevitably continue to have, on the incidence of wildfire.
The fundamental problem is that he ignores the single most important factor that determines the occurrence and intensity of fire, as well as the nature of vegetation, in the Australian landscape – that is, the weather. It should be obvious to even the casual observer that extreme fire events coincide with extreme weather events.
Dr Flannery misunderstands the causes of the January 2003 wildfires in south-eastern Australia.
Not only is Australia experiencing record maximum temperatures (in fact, 2002 was the hottest year on record), other factors such as low humidity, low rainfall, high wind speed and the incidence of dry lightning strikes have also been combining to produce lengthy periods of extreme weather conditions.
To place the matter in context, the number of total-fire-ban days in New South Wales usually ranges from about six in a very quiet fire season to around 30 in a serious season. In 2001/02 total fire bans were imposed on 38 days, including 12 days that affected the whole of New South Wales. This was, we recall, a very bad fire season. However, between 1 September 2002 and 19 March 2003, total fire bans were imposed on a massive 97 days including 13 days affecting the whole state.
This was a circumstance without precedent. The Forest Fire Danger Index in Canberra on the day of the Duffy/Chapman conflagration was the second highest ever recorded. On that day, almost-bare paddocks burnt fiercely.
Add in the fact that south-eastern Australia has been experiencing the worst drought on record and that there was an unusually high number of dry lightning strikes (around 160 separate ignition points were recorded on 8 January when the fires began), and you can begin to understand why the extreme weather was overwhelmingly the most important cause of the January 2003 fires in the Alpine region.
It’s also no coincidence that the last time we saw such intense and widespread fire activity in the Australian high country followed similar drought conditions in 1939.
The occurrence of these extreme fire events had nothing to do with the fact that Aborigines were no longer burning in that part of the country; indeed there is no proof that they actually did burn on a broad scale. My understanding is that the high country’s Alpine Ash forests were one of the areas we know Aborigines specifically didn’t ever burn extensively or frequently!
In one of the more detailed and evidence-based scientific critiques of Dr Flannery’s bushfire thesis, J. Benson of the Sydney Royal Botanic Gardens and P. Redpath of the former NSW Department of Land and Water Conservation ‘found no evidence that most of south-east Australia’s vegetation was annually burnt by Aboriginal people‘. Importantly, Benson and Redpath also highlight weather as the crucial parameter, stating that ‘the evidence suggests that climate change was the main determining factor of vegetation change even over the period since Aboriginal people came to Australia.’1
Dr Flannery is also wrong in speculating that the futures of the corroboree frog and the mountain pygmy possum ‘hang in the balance after their populations were ravaged by the [January 2003] blaze’. The most up-to-date surveys undertaken by fauna ecologists with the NSW National Parks and Wildlife Service show that it is in fact unlikely that there’s been any real loss of bio-diversity in Kosciuszko National Park, with remaining populations of tiger quoll, pygmy possum and corroboree frogs continuing to exist.
Controlled burning is an essential part of present-day wildfire management. However, it is critical that we design fire management and fuel reduction strategies to suit contemporary needs and base them on the best possible scientific evidence of how ecosystems function. Sensible fire management regimes change with the landscape in a particular locality. Useful knowledge to serve this purpose will only come about through continuous and carefully focused multidisciplinary research, not unbridled, unscientific speculation.
I now turn from fire to national parks. Using Royal National Park (Australia’s first and the world’s second national park) as an example, Dr Flannery questions the very idea of establishing conservation reserves as a means of conserving bio-diversity. He proclaims that,‘Clearly, it is a fallacy to believe that proclaiming more such reserves will do very much to preserve Australian wildlife.’
This part of Dr Flannery’s essay vividly illustrates the danger of speculating without referring at all to the findings of what is readily available scientific knowledge.
First, let me rebut Dr Flannery’s plainly ridiculous allegation that the Royal National Park (along, he says, with the ‘great majority’ of other national parks) is a ‘marsupial ghost town’.
On the contrary, the NPWS is able to demonstrate that the Royal National Park does in fact provide important habitat for numerous small marsupials and monotremes, including populations of the common dunnart, eastern pygmy possum, tiger quoll, long-nosed bandicoot, antechinus, ring-tailed and brush-tailed possums, sugar and feather-tailed gliders, echidnas and swamp wallabies. There is even anecdotal evidence that platypuses may be present in the area. The park is also one of eastern Australia’s most diverse for native bird life, with nearly 300 native species recorded.
In any event, Royal National Park does not exist in isolation. It is on the very edge of a continuous reserve system that runs for hundreds of kilometres right into Victoria. A little further away from the highly urbanised area of Sydney, the national parks abound with large marsupials.
The magnificent national parks of New South Wales are not claimed by any reasonable conservationists as the be-all and end-all of biodiversity conservation. They are, however, probably the single most important element in the strategy to conserve our state’s native fauna and flora. Achieving physical connections between public and private land of high conservation value (including national parks) is also an important part of the strategy because these connections allow species to migrate and re-colonise areas following extreme events such as fire.
The recently released Australian Terrestrial Biodiversity Assessment 2002 confirms the necessity of maintaining protected areas for biodiversity conservation. This assessment illustrates the importance of ensuring that sizeable areas of various unique forest ecosystems and biological features are represented in the conservation reserve system, and so protected by law for all time. It represents the most recent scientific analysis of the adequacy of Australia’s reserve system. For example, under the umbrella of the Northern Regional Forest Agreement in NSW, there are now 493 previously under-represented biological features protected forever in lands managed for conservation.
These conservation features include threatened or regionally significant plant and animal species, forest ecosystems, rainforest and old-growth forests – the same old-growth forests that Dr Flannery astonishingly asserts are ‘relatively unimportant’ in terms of biodiversity.
Our most recently created northern NSW reserves contain:
– a total of twenty-five biological features which were previously under-represented in the reserve system, thus meeting scientifically determined conservation targets; and
– a further 325 under-represented biological features which now have their conservation status significantly increased (i.e., greater than 100 ha addition and/or greater than 5 per cent area target improvement).
As a result of reservation, their values are now permanently protected from the threats posed by native timber harvesting. Thus, the chances of ensuring the long-term survival of species, communities and related ecosystems, which would not otherwise have been guaranteed, are now significantly higher.
If we fail to protect our landscape, as our forebears so often failed to do, our biodiversity will be artificially confined to botanic gardens, zoos and perhaps the random coverage of individual landholders who have a personal commitment to manage their land for conservation.
It is of course absolutely critical that we confront past errors, misunderstandings and ‘lies’ to resolve the serious ecological problems caused by dryland salinity, land degradation, poor river health and broad-scale land clearing. Governments must work intensively with local rural communities to ensure genuinely sustainable outcomes are achieved.
While Dr Flannery has correctly identified the widespread acceptance of terra nullius as our nation’s founding and most dangerous ‘lie’ (which has itself resulted in many of the environmental problems we now face), it is perhaps just as important to ensure that the decision-makers of today don’t fall into the same trap that many of our colonial ancestors did and adopt untested, speculative and simplistic ‘solutions’ to what are in reality complex environmental problems.
Bob Debus
1. See J. S. Benson & P. A. Redpath, ‘The nature of pre-European native vegetation in south-eastern Australia’, Cunninghamia 5 (2), 1997, pp. 285, 310.
BAD COMPANY
Response to Correspondence
In a recent interview, the former CEO of Qantas James Strong made a quiet admission. In his days at Australian Airlines, he had often relied on a popular management text called Moments of Truth, by Jan Carlzon, the boss of Scandinavian Airline Systems. He would invoke it, quote from it, recommend that underlings obtain copies – although he always felt a little guilty doing so. Why? Because he … errr … hadn’t actually read it himself.
Busy people, those CEOs. Only one, sadly, found time to respond to Bad Company. In general, though, the correspondence has been engaged, wide-ranging and good-tempered. And the voice of the laissez-faire, as might be expected, reverberates loudly, even if – like one of the CEOs he is defending – it is unclear that Tim Duncan has read what he is responding to.
Duncan used to be a journalist – a good one, too. He then became a flak at Rio Tinto – he was good at that as well. But taking the corporate shilling seems to have cost him some of his former scepticism. Perhaps he hopes to wring some work as a “financial communications consultant” out of his weirdly Panglossian outpourings here. He adopts the style of argument so popular among spin doctors of his ilk, of picking a couple of points out of context, wilfully misrepresenting them, imputing motives to the author on the basis of these distortions, then embarking on a choleric rant in which all the usual suspects get a kicking: the semiotics-smitten intelligentsia, the ACTU, old Australia, the corporate social responsibility lobby. You’d never guess that none of these feature in my essay at all, or even had any bearing on it. On my argument about the real agency of CEOs, meanwhile, he doesn’t land a blow, not even a glancing one, so carried away is he with what he seems to think I believe. Public debate in Australia is surely a marvellous thing.
Duncan’s first accusation is that my essay “has arrived right on time”. Sorry. I’ll see it never happens again. Next, he makes what he clearly thinks is a very sage point, that at the end of booms “what was normal is redefined as criminal” and “a form of public revulsion develops”. It’s such a sage point, in fact, that I’ve already made it. He then flourishes as evidence of lèse majesté my remarks about the possible suitability of middle management for roles on a board – a minor point made towards the end of the essay – without ever addressing its rationale: the dearth of available and qualified non-executive directors, of which business often complains, and the troubling distance that has opened up between where corporate strategy and policy is agreed and where it is implemented, which as long ago as 1989 Harvard Business Review defined as the “Trust Gap”. Perhaps Duncan had his head in Ayn Rand at the time. This provides the whole impetus for Duncan’s pious witterings: “bureaucracies” become, with a rhetorical tweak, “the bureaucracies so loved by Haigh”. “Loved”? Scarcely. But, so far as Duncan is concerned, clearly not hated enough. When your critic defines insufficiency of hate as “love”, there is little point engaging with him.
Duncan’s strangest remarks, however, concern my brief discussion of the formative influences on modern management, which for the purposes of concision I rendered down to three individuals: John D. Rockefeller, Henry Ford and Alfred Sloan. Duncan seems to think this further demonstration of my deviant thoughts and need for re-education, in that I supposedly like Ford too little and Sloan too much. This is a truly perverse misreading: Duncan must have skipped the bit where I described Ford as a manufacturing genius who transformed “an age of scarcity into one of abundance”. My critique of Ford is only that made by scholars beyond number since: he regarded everything bar production with contempt. I can only point out the irony of an avowed economic rationalist springing to the defence of a businessman who so resented his minority shareholders that he tried starving them out with niggardly dividends, and who when successfully sued lamented that “awful” success kept him from the “fun” of reinvestment. “We don’t seem to be able to keep the profits down,” Ford famously complained – it isn’t only those beastly bureaucrats whom Duncan so reviles who neglect the claims of investors. In any case, Duncan’s whole contention is an irrelevance, because the section involved no such ranking. My purpose was merely to describe the cultural antecedents of modern management, to point out that it was Sloan’s model that was imitated rather than Ford’s – which is history’s judgement, not mine. “One gets the impression that the sort of business Haigh admires is essentially bureaucratic and administrative, with no tall poppies to be seen, but many things to make and do,” says Duncan. There he goes again. “One gets the impression …” is one of those weasel phrases beloved of Duncan’s kind: they see sinister agendas everywhere because they are so expert in designing them. The fact is that it’s Duncan and nobody else “getting the impression” here, whereof I know not – his own imagination perhaps.
Duncan, of course, has his own agenda: he so resents “the low status of business in Australia” that any voice of dissent is suspected of belonging to a crank or a jeremiah. “Like or lump it,” he lectures, “business and its success is now hugely relevant to this country.” Precisely. But his solution, that we should all just get out of the way and let business get on with the job, is pin-striped totalitarianism. Clemenceau may or may not have been right that war was too important to be left to generals, but business is certainly too important to be left to CEOs.
Evan Thornley has read Bad Company, and absorbed it thoughtfully. His observation that “as the costs of payments to management increase, profits and shareholder returns must therefore decrease” is something that seems to have completely eluded Duncan. It has been, as Thornley observes, a “silent redistribution”, and the chief Australian beneficiaries have been so far from “the best in the world” as to mock the whole idea of our thrust for “international competitiveness”. Whether greater transparency about pay structure would improve matters is, I think, rather more arguable. Transparency enforced by statute encourages the exploitation of loopholes – or, more precisely, hidey-holes. General Electric had a reputation for openness where compensation was concerned, but only when Jack Welch’s wife filed for divorce was the extent revealed of his $US77 million retirement package. As law professors David Skeel and William Stuntz wrote last year in the New York Times: “In today’s world, executives are more likely to ask what they can get away with legally rather than what’s fair and honest.”
Thornley is right, though, to dismiss the specious argument that we’ll “lose all the good ones to overseas” if we don’t adopt global executive pay scales for our top managers. This argument has always reminded me of the joke about the man observed throwing scraps of paper out of the railway carriage’s window who explains that this keeps elephants at bay. When told that there are no elephants in the area, he remarks, “Yes, effective isn’t it?” (Brain drain to overseas? Surely not. Why, Tim Duncan is still here!) But I wish I shared Thornley’s belief that shareholders, appropriately rallied, were equipped to prevent “value destruction”, as opposed to complaining about it after the fact. The GlaxoSmith-Kline and Tesco cases are certainly encouraging precedents. Unfortunately, I still stick to my position in Bad Company that activism tends to be flushed out in generally bad times; it’s when everyone’s making money and there are lots of investment alternatives that excess becomes ingrained, but it’s then that investors are least vigilant.
Where Thornley is onto something – and something it would do his peers much good to consider – is in his design for an equity compensation scheme. It is impressively reasoned to balance short and long-term interests of the company – the only question is whether the company that adopted it would not risk losing executive talent seeking easier terms. But I can anticipate Thornley’s answer to this already: this is the sort of executive talent corporations should be prepared to do without. In general, I see great value in Thornley’s proposals: if Bad Company has been even partly responsible for eliciting such a creative response to our present discontents, the whole exercise has been entirely worthwhile.
A decade or so ago, I’d probably have stuck John Quiggin’s critique of managerialism to my fridge, having run a highlight pen heavily over his disdain for the assumption that “management is a science on a par with physics, or at least with economics.” Now, I fancy, he is overhasty in his dismissal of CEO imperialism as “merely the monarchical version of the managerialist doctrine”: there’s nothing “mere” about it. As I comment in Bad Company, the exalted status of the modern CEO arises as much from suspicion and hostility to managerialism as an embrace of it.
It’s commonly assumed that because managerialism and neo-liberalism are these days often bedfellows that their acquaintance is an abiding one. On the contrary, the “scientific management” revolution at the beginning of the twentieth century won its first ardent advocates among those who wished to make business more accountable, not less. Frederick Taylor’s first public proselyte was a prominent democrat, the eminent American jurist Louis Brandeis, aka “the People’s Lawyer”, who in August 1910 challenged the Pennsylvania, New York Central and Baltimore and Ohio Railroads in the Federal Trade Commission to justify a hike in freight rates. When they claimed that “practice, contact and experience” justified their decision – NYC’s vice-president Charles Daly opined memorably that “the basis of my judgement is exactly the same as the basis of a man who knows how to play a good game of golf” – Brandeis brandished a copy of Taylor’s pioneering Shop Management (1903). If business ran along “scientific” lines, Brandeis believed, its freedom to wield market power capriciously and arbitrarily would be circumscribed. When the New York Times gave headline exposure to Brandeis’s claim that railroads “could save $1 million a day” through Taylor’s disciplines, “scientific management” became a hope of meliorists. For decades after, there were those who detected in the modern industrial corporation a ghostly trace of socialism.
What eventually won neo-liberal favour in the late 1970s was not so much managerialism as the corporate model itself, with measurable benchmarks for profit and productivity. Managerialism, of which critics like C. Wright Mills and William Whyte had been complaining seriously since the 1950s and 1960s, was just as often elided with “bureaucracy” – a word spat out by neo-liberals, as should be clear from the foregoing, as Southern bigots still spit out “nigger”.
The late 1970s and early 1980s were an important hinge point in perceptions of management. Drucker complained that business schools were turning out “well-qualified file clerks”, Abraham Zaleznik that “because leaders and managers are basically different, the conditions favourable to one may be inimical to the growth of the other”. And it was “leaders” who came to trade at a premium. To be sure, the habits, attitudes and perspectives of managerialism are never distant today, regardless of one’s vocation. But to speak as Quiggin does of “the managerial class as a whole” is, I think, no longer appropriate: there is no longer any such thing. What might once have been monolithic is now profoundly fissured and fragmented, divided, broadly, between “top management”, indulged and incentivised, and “middle management”, begrudged and detested. The smart executive twenty years ago was poring over Managing (1981) by ITT’s Harold Geneen. No one would be seen dead perusing a book with such a title today. The smart executive now is quoting from Leadership (2002) by New York’s quondam mayor Rudy Giuliani.
In his correspondence, Michael Pusey lays some serious charges at the door of big business: “Overwork, unemployment and under-employment, degradation of the public domain, scrambled time-horizons, unsettled expectations, personal aggression, disrespect, stress-related illness, depression, and the list goes on.” I can imagine Tim Duncan’s hackles rising at this point – fortunately, these charges were not my chief concern in Bad Company, so I see no need to respond to them. But I cannot leave unchallenged Pusey’s assertion that “CEOs have become, in effect, the most powerful politicians in the land.”
Some of the rise of the CEO in popular imagination is indeed a political story, but it is not a straightforward case of big business seizing the commanding heights: it is, I suspect, also an outcome of the commanding heights being abandoned by our elected officials, and the desire on our part to find someone – anyone – to replace them. For there is an aspect of CEOs that we actually find strangely appealing. We know what they stand for. They are not trying to win popularity contests – or, at least, not so unctuously and offensively as politicians. They merely want our money. In a world of ambiguities and deceits, there is something to be said for nakedness – even if it is merely nakedness of greed. Bear in mind that nobody complained about the northwards trajectory of executive salaries until it continued after the market headed south.
Business has a say in politics in Australia – and, frankly, so it should. Pusey’s fear of a “capture of enormous political power” by such bodies as the Business Council of Australia is, I think, misplaced. Corporate power is often overestimated – and it’s capitalism itself that provides a rough and ready countervalency. A third of the companies in the Fortune 500 in 1980 were taken over in the next ten years; another forty per cent of the remainder have been swallowed since. If you looked at Australia’s top 100 over the same period, you’d find a similar attrition rate. Politicians have it easy: after all, what’s an election every three or four years? CEOs face a kind of election every day in the performance of their share price, knowing that they will be held accountable not only for what they do but for 1001 things beyond their control. The expectations of business about their operating environment, meanwhile, are no more politically coercive than the expectations of parents about the educational prospects of their children. There is a tendency, meanwhile, to see any corporate money flowing to political parties as part of the buying and selling of favours. It’s never been that straightforward, even in the US. I’m reminded of the story of J. P. Morgan who, when his business interests were threatened by the Bureau of Corporations, responded by inundating Teddy Roosevelt with political donations – all gleefully pocketed, all blithely ignored. “We bought the sonofabitch,” griped Morgan’s confederate Henry Frick, “but he wouldn’t stay bought.”
Pusey quotes the survey results from his Middle Australia Project, but these are actually less compelling than I would have expected. In a similar survey of American public attitudes last November, Fortune found that only 17 per cent of respondents had faith in business leadership. It was appalling, a devastating indictment of the mendacity and cupidity of a generation of American bosses, that the approval rating should be the lowest for … well, actually, only for nine years. At the risk of sounding like Tim Duncan, big business is usually last to get credit for people feeling good, and first to get the blame when people feel bad. It’s rather surprising, in fact, that the Middle Australia Project turned up a response rate of only 57 per cent to the proposition that “big business benefits owners at the expense of workers”, even after twenty years of having it hammered into them that shareholder value is the only point of business. Perhaps because so many of the “workers” now also double as “owners”, they understand that the trade-offs are rather more nuanced. Business, after all, will be taking care of their pensions; government, probably, won’t.
Graham Jones’ wry response reminded me of Jeffrey Pfeffer’s law of political entropy in his External Power in Organisations (1978): “Given the opportunity, an organisation will tend to seek and maintain a political character.” Jones is right to point out the handmaidens of the CEO cult: the executive search firms who, strange to say, lose interest in their assignments the minute they’ve been paid their fees. Jones might have added how the external CEO market has also enriched management consultants. New CEOs love consultants: they are like their own imperial retinue. Why try to win the allegiance of incumbent management when you can buy the allegiance of a bunch of blow-in cost-cutters? In John Byrne’s Chainsaw (1998), he describes how the disgraced CEO Al Dunlap used consultants from Coopers & Lybrand, rather than his managers, to root out discretionary costs in the companies he ran: he could rely totally on their mercenary spirit.
It was delightful to hear, however briefly, from Trevor Sykes, the dean of Australian business writing: I’d read the shipping times if they were under Sykes’ by-line. I’m interested in his opinion that Essington Lewis and Rupert Murdoch have been our foremost businessmen. I suspect that, in the latter case, it may be too early to tell: there are countless examples of senescent CEOs coming to believe in their outsized reputations, staying too long and tearing their companies down. There is another emergent school of thought – one with which I don’t necessarily agree but for which I can see the argument – that the best CEOs are those of whom we know least. In July, for instance, Fortune ranked “The 10 Greatest CEOs of All Time”. Number one was the first president of General Electric – the only company to have been in part of the Dow Jones Industrial Average since its inception – Charles Coffin. Who? Exactly.
Gideon Haigh
BAD COMPANY
Correspondence
Gideon Haigh’s critique of chief executive officers hits the bullseye.
One of the problems with chief executives is that they become transactional rather than committed. In the same way that one-night stands are eroding the long-term commitment of marriage, chief executives have become more obsessed with their personal short-term gains than with the ongoing success of their companies.
This is the prime reason why stock options have proved such a dud idea. If a chief executive is to be rewarded on the basis of the share price rather than the underlying health of the company, then sooner or later at least a few chief executives will start manipulating the share price. Frank Partnoy’s current book, Infectious Greed, cites several examples of this behaviour in the US, where chief executives have deliberately falsified corporate accounts in order to show higher profits. The false profits drove up share prices which in turn reaped a fortune for the CEOs in stock options.
The greatest Australian businessmen of the last century were Rupert Murdoch and Essington Lewis. They spent a lifetime devoted to building News Ltd and BHP respectively. If we look at the current generation of company builders, the best examples are those with a large stake in their companies, who have worked at building them for a generation. Frank Lowy and Gerry Harvey are two notable examples who have delivered great value to faithful shareholders.
CEOs who are short-term oriented and sign two- or three-year contracts with golden hellos, stock options and golden parachutes are never going to deliver the same results.
Trevor Sykes
BAD COMPANY
Correspondence
“Jonesey”, he said, “the problem you have is that you don’t understand the difference between ability and power.”
“He” was Ted, good friend and psychologist. I had been saying (many years ago) that I should be promoted faster by my US multinational conglomerate employer. The problem was, others with far less ability and track record than I were getting plum jobs, not only in Australia but at exotic overseas postings.
Ted was right, of course, and I quickly went to school on the power thing, resulting in more than satisfactory outcomes in promotion.
How was it done? By a lot of hard work in what was then termed “subvision” (managing the managers above you in the pecking order) – being seen to give unwavering support to the power base, adhering strictly to all the codes of conduct (formal and informal), attending every in-house training program and participating in all the “games” played at these gatherings with enthusiasm and gusto (irrespective of your view of how banal and stupid they were), and many other ways those who have embarked upon this path would instantly recognise.
Gideon Haigh has given us a comprehensive account of the cult of the CEO and its causes and effects. His magnifying-glass view (from the outside looking in) of the corporate world is both revealing and troubling. But I want to return to the power thing. I suggest that, without exception, each of the CEOs mentioned in Bad Company (and other figures such as chairmen, directors etc.) understood the “power of power” from an early age and applied this understanding ruthlessly.
Now, the acquisition and application of power is not necessarily a bad thing. People look up to powerful leaders, and powerful organisations generally outperform their weaker competitors and are therefore better supported in the marketplace. It is the abuse and misuse of power that generates the sorts of individual and collective damage Haigh describes. What, then are the motives for abuse and misuse of power? I say greed and ego, in that order.
The pot-of-gold syndrome starts at an early stage in the march up the corporate ladder and it usually takes hold before the superego makes itself felt. What is initially important for the young up-and-coming power player is the exhibition of his or her superior wealth. The better BMW (with SatNav of course), the gold frequent-flyer status, the expensive holidays and so on are the precursors to the ridiculous options packages, golden parachutes and multi-million-dollar salaries that Haigh so eloquently exposes. My point is that these excesses are predictable and that the early signs are all there to see.
When the exhibition of wealth is coupled with a leaping ego, the tell-tale signs appear in large flashing lights. The ego thing shows itself in many ways. Stealing authorship of a good idea or a good piece of work from subordinates is a telling early sign. Volunteering regularly for team-leader duties is another. Once ego kicks in, it becomes voracious. When possessed by a skilled power acquirer, it is almost unstoppable. All of the CEOs mentioned by Haigh exhibited great skill in giving the impression they were great team players when in fact their sole interest lay in their own monetary rewards and ego-driven success. Ask any middle manager from a large organisation his or her view of the teamwork within the “top team” and watch the shuffling of feet and pregnant pause: “Well I know they meet regularly, but …”
The recent phenomenon of CEOs hopping from their own industry to run a business in a totally unrelated one in which they have absolutely no experience is probably a manifestation of ego overriding greed – “I can do anything! Just ask me.” It must be said, however, that the so-called Executive Search industry has added much fuel to the fire. The ability of head-hunters to talk up remuneration packages is legendary (and guess the basis on which they get their pound of flesh). They are well practised at fitting square pegs into round holes. They are also excellent at maintaining the loyalty of the people they have placed. Put a new CEO in and wait for the next batch of assignments. Conflict of interest? There’s no such thing. When is someone going to track just which consultants actually placed the “bad guys” in their jobs?
It is undoubtedly frustrating, when considering the breadth and depth of the issues raised by Haigh, not to have available a template that defines the patterns of action which allow this type of person to emerge. Sadly, this is simply not possible. So long as there are weak boards, weak chairmen, weak senior managers, weak market analysis, weak institutional shareholders and weak regulators, the pattern will continue.
The status quo is also perpetuated in another significant way. It’s called the mates club. Many CEOs, as soon as they can after being appointed, start looking around for “outside” boards upon which to sit. They are aided and abetted in this enterprise by one or more of their own board. The “official” reason usually trotted out is that such board-hopping will expose the CEO to a “broader range of experiences which will help him/her in pursuit of their current assignment”. The more probable reason is to perpetuate the well-entrenched system of mates looking after mates. Recent surveys suggest that over two-thirds of all directors sitting on Australian boards are there because they are a mate of one or more of the other directors. Thus it is difficult to see a revolution in accountability happening at this level.
Yet while Haigh rightly points out the shortcomings of many, it is some comfort to note that the overwhelming majority of business leaders are honest and trustworthy. It’s just that the bad apples seem to be getting bigger (and more powerful).
Graham Jones
BAD COMPANY
Correspondence
Gideon Haigh has produced a rich and finely crafted essay on the cult of the CEO. It comes grounded in an immense body of research that cuts through the generalities to deliver a measured account of how these people have deceived the public, cheated their shareholders, destroyed good companies and, with mass sackings and the brutalisation of workplaces, poisoned the lives of millions of their employees. It is such a fine piece of work because Haigh wastes no time with remonstrations and curses. Instead he channels his energies into marshalling all the evidence that a good society, an imaginary court and a clearheaded jury would need to pull these people into line. But no one pulls them into line because the regulatory apparatus has been destroyed! Yet Gideon Haigh says that “we” are complicit in the cult of the CEO. Complicit? How? I have nothing but praise for the essay. In what follows I wish to ask what the cult of the corporate superman has to teach “us” about “our” society.
It is interesting to learn that the increase in CEO salaries has been inversely proportional to what shareholders have received. And, yes, the same is true for the relationship between the corporation and the host society. What Haigh misses (though in fairness it was not part of his brief ) is that the CEOs have become, in effect, the most powerful politicians in the land. Twenty years ago we knew, sort of, that we were being asked to surrender our own extremely successful history of market democracy in favour of an American top-down government of big business, by big business and for big business, that would soon be fooling all of the people all of the time. And now the national accounts tell their part of the story. Over the course of our twenty-year-long program of economic “reform” – from 1980 to the turn of the century – the total wages share of national income has fallen from 60 per cent to 54 per cent as the profit share has risen from 17 per cent to just on 24 per cent. (The government share has stayed at about the same low level.1) Deregulation, privatisation, labour market reform, micro-economic reform, user pays, cutting government spending, more competition, tax reform (the GST) – all of this has been done with the single aim of creating new profit opportunities for big business. It has been a grand success.
First among the drivers have been the one hundred top CEOs who together constitute the Business Council of Australia. Former senior Labor minister John Dawkins speaks openly of the “intimacy” of the relationship between the Labor government and the BCA. He says that the Business Council CEOs were the “pacesetters”, the “cheer squad” and the authors of “reform”2 (for which read the dispossession of the Australian people). Too much concentration on exorbitant executive salaries distracts attention from a capture of enormous political power, power that these CEOs have used to transform their relationship to “us”. With lots of well-coordinated help from their friends – the hired guns in the policy think-tanks, the media moguls, the economic journalists and The Australian, the top accounting houses, the credit rating agencies, the international peak business organisations and the economic rationalists who run the Canberra policy apparatus – they have succeeded in redefining the national government as little more than the front desk for corporate Australia. In this warped view of the world, “our” society reappears only as a generic externality of the economy, a frustration to corporate power, an idiot host, or simply as a dump for the unpriced human and social costs of operating corporations – overwork, unemployment and under-employment, degradation of the public domain, scrambled time-horizons, unsettled expectations, personal aggression, disrespect, stress-related illness, depression, and the list goes on – with all of this “collateral damage” amply confirmed by international comparative studies. For the CEOs, society now figures as a wholly external environment, rather like the biosphere, to which they feel neither attachment nor obligation.
Haigh is spot-on in commenting that, “The view of the corporation as a means to the creation of shareholder value should be seen as comparable to that much-despised fantasy figure Rational Economic Man: a useful simplification, but a silly assumption.” The failures of Enron, One. Tel, and HIH point beyond the antics of their CEOs to something more important still. They demonstrate the limits, if not the failure, of a free market, laissez-faire, “economic rationalism” that is still insistently touted by vested interests as the “one best way” of coordinating the affairs of nations. We remember the ideological justifications for deregulation that were served up to us every day in the early 1980s. States and their bureaucracies had grown like topsy and were now “bloated” (a favourite misrepresentation of Peter Reith and John Howard), incompetent, a drain on the creative energies of capital. They were hopelessly mired in too much “decision overload”. Only the markets could “reduce complexity”. The only way to save those drifting, rudderless, capitalist economies, the only way to rid ourselves of stagflation, the only way to stride forward to a new prosperity, was to set those animal spirits loose. Do it, or wither as a “banana republic”! How? With a crash-through “economic rationalism” that would shift the burden of coordination of a whole nation society from states, bureaucracies and the law on the one hand, to economies, markets and money on the other. Twenty years later, Haigh hammers home what we have learned from this unhappy experience. In the real world it is disastrous to let money function, as the eminent economist Lionel Robbins once put it, as the “solvent of knowledge”. When you use money, aggressively, deliberately, cynically, as a tool for melting down moral cultures, be it within the corporation, or more broadly across the nation as a whole, you are driven sooner or later to Haigh’s conclusion. Money is not a good motivator of human creativity. Incentives can only take you so far. Without deliberative reason, sound institutions and respect for persons, big money breeds risk and fear and is more likely to destroy creativity than to foster it.
Haigh, whom I would be pleased to count among my friends as a sociologist of culture, comes to some other equally important conclusions about money, reason and time. He tells us that executive salaries cannot possibly be taken as a measure of what the CEOs are worth in hard dollars. Why? Because the best empirical evidence of the 1990s shows that their pay is unrelated to real performance and, as he explains, because remuneration is assessed on present rather than future profitability and thus based on the decisions of others taken in the past. But there is something more. Economic reform and the CEOs who have driven it operate with a flattened-out functionalist model of time that is used as a weapon to overpower people and culture. In praising the achievements of his own government, Paul Keating touched on this in a speech he gave in 1996. “If you stop pedalling,” he said, “the bike falls over.” Although other people in the room were amused by this homely metaphor, I heard only a disingenuous justification for a general strategy with two admissions: Keating was saying firstly that searching for consensus is a waste of political time and economic opportunity; and secondly that one must keep up the momentum of change, not because you want to create anything in particular but rather because it’s the best way to overpower cultural restraints on the will of the people at the top – by making sure that normative judgements about justice, obligation, fair process and proportion are always left behind, subordinated in advance to economic functions. The strategy does what most of these CEOs routinely do in their first months in the job. They turn the place upside down and inside out so as to flush out their opponents and make uncertainty, and induced insecurity, work for them and against everyone else – opponents soon get the message that “all resistance is futile”. The strategy deliberately sets out to create a dynamic imbalance that puts opponents on the back foot appealing to past institutional arrangements and standards of conduct that the CEO has already defined as fetters and shackles on his or her corporate ambitions. Artificially shortened time-horizons normally point to a cultural disturbance, in this case to one that has been cynically contrived to maximise the power of corporations and of those who drive them.
To return to the one point that does, I think, too quickly close off Haigh’s own larger discussion. In apposition to his comment that “we forget that a lot of what the CEOs extracted was in full view”, Haigh immediately goes on to say, “We overlook how naively we bought the myth of their individual genius.” Who is “we”? Surely not the Australian people, who know perfectly well that they did not choose to throw themselves and their institutions into the furnace to feed predatory corporations. It is useful here to cite some revealing figures from my recent study of 400 randomly selected middle Australians (“middle” here means just about everyone who is neither rich nor poor: that is to say above the 20th percentile of average household income and below the 90th). The Middle Australia Project focus groups left us in no doubt about their feelings towards CEOs. The survey responses confirm what they said.
Middle Australia Project: Attitudes to big business, per cent.3
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Attitude |
Agree |
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Big business has too much power (n=390). |
73% |
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Multinational corporations have too much power in Australia (n=389). |
69% |
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There should be stronger government control over the activities of multinational companies (n=389). |
72% |
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Big business benefits owners at the expense of workers (n=384). |
57% |
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Governments are losing influence over business interests (n=390). |
60% |
(All responses offer a 5-point scale with only “strongly agree”/”agree” and “yes!!”/”yes” responses presented here.)
Those who say that big business has too much power are more than three times more likely to say they are “angry or unhappy about what is happening to middle Australia today”. Of the majority who say that big business has too much power, 82 per cent think that the country is run by “a few big interests” rather than for “all the people”. What “they” are saying is not that “we” are complicit in what big business and the “reformers” have done to us (which would give them a certain legitimacy) but quite the opposite. They know that the big end of town and its helpers have deliberately wrecked our institutions (what else could deregulation mean?) turned their backs on “we the people” and left us at the mercy of naked power.
Michael Pusey
1. My economist colleagues tell me that, for technical reasons, this is not a good measure of the real government share. Yet there is no dispute about the relatively small size of our public sector. Other measures show that Commonwealth government revenues as a percentage of GDP have risen slightly from 23.3 in 1980 to 26.2 in 2000 (see Treasury Budget 2001–02, Appendix D, “Historical and Net Debt Data”, AGPS).
2. Pamela Williams and Stephen Ellis, “Dawkins Kisses and Tells on the BCA”, Australian Financial Review, 15 July 1994.
3. For further details see Michael Pusey, The Experience of Middle Australia. The Dark Side of Economic Reform, Cambridge, Cambridge University Press, 2003.
BAD COMPANY
Correspondence
Gideon Haigh’s deflation of the pretensions of the imperial CEO is thorough and effective. But CEO imperialism is merely the monarchical version of the managerialist doctrine that has dominated both business thinking and public policy in the Western world for the past two decades.
As with most terms ending in “ism”, and therefore imputing an ideological framework, “managerialism” is more often used pejoratively than approvingly. Where it is dominant, ideology appears as commonsense and requires no name. The standard assumption, backed up by the existence of university departments of management and business schools generating thousands of MBAs every year, is that management is a science on a par with physics, or at least with economics. As Thomas Frank observes in his One Market under God, “the management literature as a whole serves primarily as a PR exercise to legitimate management.”
Given the profitability of the MBA and related products, universities from Harvard to Hobart politely ignore the fact that management theory is dominated by faddish nonsense rather than scientific research. As Micklethwait and Wooldridge observe in their survey of the field, aptly titled The Witchdoctors, although management theorists occasionally draw on the work of academic disciplines like psychology and economics, the favour is rarely returned.
Management theorists do not even perform the basic function of developing their own ideology. As Haigh notes, the most significant theoretical contributions to the cult of the CEO came from economists such as Jensen and Rosen rather than from schools of management.
Where managerialism needs a name, the choice is usually one that conceals or obfuscates the role and interests of managers as a class. The most important examples are “the New Public Administration” in the public sector and “shareholder value” in the private sector. “Shareholder value” is of particular interest in the way it represents managers as the mere agents of the shareholder principals.
The central doctrine of managerialism is that the differences between such organisations as, for example, a university and a motor-vehicle company are less important than the similarities, and that the performance of all organisations can be optimised by the application of generic management skills and theory. It follows that the crucial element of institutional reform is the removal of obstacles to “the right to manage”.
The rise of managerialism has gone hand in hand with that of the radical program of market-oriented reforms variously referred to as Thatcherism, economic rationalism or neo-liberalism. (Despite very different histories, all these terms are now generally used in a pejorative sense.) Managerialism may appear inconsistent with traditional free-market thinking in which the ideal form of organisation is that of competitive markets supplied by small firms in which the manager is also the owner. However, managerialism is entirely consistent with the dominant strand in the neo-liberal approach to public policy, which takes the corporation, rather than the small owner-managed firm, as the model for all forms of economic and social organisation.
In particular, managerialism and neo-liberalism are at one in their rejection of notions of professionalism. Both managerialists and neo-liberals reject as special pleading the idea that there is any fundamental difference between, say, the operations of a hospital and the manufacturing and marketing of soft drinks. In both cases, it is claimed the optimal policy is to design organisations that respond directly to consumer demand, and to operate such institutions using the generic management techniques applicable to corporations of all kind.
The main features of managerialist policy are incessant organisational restructuring, sharpening of incentives, and expansion in the number, power and remuneration of senior managers, with a corresponding downgrading of the role of skilled workers, and particularly of professionals.
From the viewpoint of employees, the most important feature of managerialism has been the sharpening of incentives. The corporation was formerly characterised by implicit contracts between companies and career employees, in which employees committed themselves to the goals of the organisation in return for a high level of job security. Until the 1990s, white-collar employees (the main group of core employees in most corporations) lost their jobs only as a result of serious personal misconduct or when the corporation faced a financial emergency sufficient to threaten its survival.
By contrast, as Haigh notes, the corporations of the 1990s practice both routine dismissal of individuals as a management device (“rank and yank”) and large-scale lay-offs in the pursuit of short-term cost-cutting. More generally, individuals and units within corporations are given sharp incentives to achieve corporate goals. By necessity, since the associated rewards and punishments must be delivered in a short time-frame, the focus is on short-term measures which, it is hoped, correspond to some long-term measure of the extent to which the enterprise is achieving its goals. The paradigm case is the share price of a corporation which, according to the efficient markets hypothesis, represents the best possible estimate of the value of the corporation, taking account of all available information.
Such a sharpening of incentives may be beneficial if the behaviours that are rewarded are exactly aligned with the interests of the enterprise (or in the case of public policy, the society) as a whole. In practice this is rarely the case. Sharp but imperfect incentives give rise to arbitrage opportunities, that is the capacity to buy cheap in one market and sell dear in another. Cost-shifting between state and federal governments in health and education is one instance of this phenomenon. The accounting devices used by “incentivised” managers to manipulate reported profits are another.
Because they reward those who can “game” the system most effectively, rather than those who try to achieve the long-term goals of the enterprise, sharp incentives corrode organisational culture. The effect is heightened when managers combine reliance on sharp incentives with appeals to residual stocks of loyalty and commitment to the goals of the enterprise, thereby debasing both coinages. Managerialism systematically erodes both altruism and professionalism.
From the viewpoint of managers themselves, the most salient feature of managerialism is the growth it has produced in their incomes, power, prestige and numbers. Australian universities provide an excellent example. In a sample of seventeen universities studied by Marginson and Considine, the total number of deputy vice-chancellors and pro-vice-chancellors more than tripled, from 19 in 1987 to 69 in 1998, a period in which student numbers increased 70 per cent and academic staff numbers were static. Allowing for the new full-time position of executive dean and the proliferation of highly paid senior managers outside the academic hierarchy (marketing directors, promoters of research commercialisation, public relations promoters and so on) with their associated personal support staff, the new managerialism has consumed resources sufficient to staff a large new university. All of this, taking place at a time when the university system is in a state of financial crisis, is typical of the operations of managerialism.
The growth of the managerial class has reached the point where it has a significant impact on macro-economic aggregates. Measurements of the share of corporate profits in the economy, for example, vary substantially depending on whether returns to senior managers are treated as wages, as profits or, as in the case of stock options, disregarded altogether.
Similarly, phenomena such as the “branch office economy” arising from decisions to relocate corporate headquarters to “global cities” like New York and London are motivated more by managerial self-interest than by any net benefits to shareholders. The cost savings from less centralised locations outweigh any benefits from the clustering of corporate power. But the opportunities for managers, both in career terms and with respect to high-status consumption, are far greater in these locations than in, say, Omaha, Nebraska, where Warren Buffett’s phenomenally successful investment firm, Berkshire Hathaway, maintains its headquarters. The rise of the global cities reflects the fact that managerialism produces a form of “crony capitalism” based on personal connections.
All of these criticisms would be beside the point if managerialism actually delivered the goods in the form of a general improvement in living standards. American critics like Thomas Frank were marginal figures during the boom of the 1990s, when it seemed as if stock market gains would make everyone rich. Similarly, Australian criticism has been muted by the durability of the current economic expansion which has continued for more than a decade since the end of “the recession we had to have”.
Viewed over the course of a complete economic cycle, however, the failure of managerialism to produce good outcomes for society as a whole is evident. Economic growth has been only marginally better than that of the 1970s and 1980s, and well below that of the social-democratic golden age of the 1950s and 1960s. Meanwhile, growing inequality in market incomes has meant that hardly any of the benefits of growth have gone to households in the bottom 60 per cent of the income distribution.
On the other hand, as would be expected from a class-based ideology, managerialism has been immensely beneficial to managers. Substantial income gains have accrued to the top quintile (20 per cent) of income-earners. Within this group, managers have gained relative to professionals, small-business owners and skilled tradespeople. In addition, the growing inequality of the income distribution as a whole is mirrored within the top quintile. The top 5 per cent has gained more than the next 15 per cent, the top 1 per cent more than the next 4 per cent, and so on up to the 200 members of the BRW rich list.
The spectacle of departing CEOs drawing million-dollar bonuses for their incompetence has rightly been criticised by Haigh and many others. But the managerial class as a whole has been richly rewarded for very ordinary performance.
John Quiggin
BAD COMPANY
Correspondence
As a second-year university student, I read Stephen Robbins’ textbook on Organizational Behavior (like all management theory in Australia, it was imported from the US – hence the spelling) and came across a new idea – “the managerial imperative”. I never did an MBA but many people who have assure me that “the agency problem” (the same issue) is a core part of the curriculum in any reputable school. Strangely, the issue doesn’t seem to have had much of an airing in the public sphere beyond business academia. Gideon Haigh’s outstanding essay places a welcome spotlight on it.
Agency theory runs counter to the quaintly selfless model of “master and servant” that begat modern capitalism – it suggests that managers’ interests may be different from, or even contrary to, those of the shareholders that ultimately hire them. When you give it a moment’s thought, it seems pretty obvious. As a certain former Labor prime minister was fond of saying, “In the race of life, always bet on self-interest – at least you know it’s trying.”
While no one doubts the vital importance of getting the best management if a business is to compete successfully, the question becomes, at what price? Who determines what management is paid, how performance is assessed, and who assesses the assessors?
That a small “club” runs most of “the big end of town” in this country is not a new observation. There is little deviation from the common interests shared by the group. Despite a certain level of competition and personal rivalry, for the most part “what happens on the field stays on the field”, as the footy players are fond of saying. As most of the boards of directors are drawn from this management group, its control of the organisations is further strengthened. In another era when such things were more popularly the subject of genuine analysis, the common interests of this group of senior managers might even have been said to amount to a “class”. Heaven forbid, the social construct that dare not speak its name!
It is no longer fashionable to talk about class – for some reason the collapse of totalitarian communism (itself the result of the total dominance of its own managerial class – the political apparatchiks) is taken as self-evident proof that class analysis – indeed political analysis generally – no longer has a role to play. Haigh’s essay shows that it does – although I freely concede that Haigh himself may not welcome this interpretation or terminology.
What we have here is the rise and rise of the managerial class: a distinct and separate set of interests from the respective interests of employees, shareholders and customers. Look at many Australian companies over the last two decades and you can see this trend emerging very clearly at the place where all class analysis begins – the economics. In too many of our companies we have seen workers forced to accept sub-real wage increases, shareholders receive sub-cost-of-capital returns, and customers pay exorbitant prices resulting from monopolistic and oligopolistic industry structures.
One group, though, has made out like bandits – senior management. As Haigh points out, the rise in CEO and other senior management salaries has outpaced any other index of economic benefit for shareholders, customers or workers. By a mile!
What price failed management?
No one seriously doubts that the quality of management is among the most important factors in any business. As in all avenues of life, leadership is always the scarce resource. The issue is, at what price? In particular, how do you judge good management from poor and how should that affect the rewards paid to managers?
At any given level of managerial competence, as the costs of payments to management increase, profits and shareholder returns must therefore decrease. Even if a given level of profit is to be maintained for shareholders, then these managerial cost increases must be offset elsewhere – either at the expense of customers (through higher prices), workers (through lower wages) or suppliers, many of whom are smaller companies less able to respond.
In this way the interests of the managerial class are economically opposed to the interests of almost all other groups of society in a simple and mathematical way.
When I discussed this recently with some of my colleagues in business, they expressed a concern that this was returning to the bad old days where we talked about “how the pie is distributed” rather than “how to grow the pie”. The theory is that good management “grows the pie” and is therefore entitled to a share of the benefit. It’s a great theory.
In practice we have seen senior management pay rising at about 15 per cent compound per annum and no other aspect of “the pie” has grown as fast. So whether we want to talk about it or not, the pie is being redistributed.
It is important to spend more time talking about how to “grow the pie”, but when those who say “Why are we going back to the bad old days of talking about distribution?” are in fact the prime beneficiaries of the largely silent redistribution of the last two decades, the plea rings a little hollow.
And it rings even more hollow when we ask how successfully Australian management is “growing the pie”, especially in the face of the onslaught of international competition. Every once in a while someone speaks up for “our business leaders” and laments that we do not laud their achievements in the same way that we do our sporting heroes. It is said that this is “the tall poppy syndrome” in action. I disagree. As usual, the punters have got it largely right. Most of our sporting heroes are acclaimed for being truly the best in the world – our swimmers, cricketers and even, on occasion, our downhill skiers.
How many of our CEOs could credibly claim to be the best in the world? The few I can think of who are in there with a shout are also those who run, or ran, the companies they founded. Dick Pratt, Rupert Murdoch and a few others at least have a shot at such a title in their respective industries. A tiny number of other truly world-class companies apparently have truly superior management teams – it’s hard to think of any among our larger companies, but perhaps in the minor leagues a niche specialist like Cochlear could claim to be a true world leader in its field.
John Button reports in his memoirs a conversation with Sir Peter Abeles in which Abeles asked Button how many good CEOs he thought there were in Australia. Perhaps typifying modern Labor’s reluctance to criticise business performance for fear of being seen to be anti-business in general, Button cautiously replied, “Twelve.” As Button records, Abeles replied, “I think you’re being generous. I think there are ten.”
In the tough world of global competition, we have almost no Australian companies, other than in resources, who generate even $1bn in exports. In a globalising economy where we have opened our markets and removed our tariff barriers to international competition, the capacity of our companies to do likewise and invade others’ markets will determine our place in the world. To date they have largely failed. By and large this provides the reason why most Australians are appalled by the cult of the CEO and its economic results – quite simply, “They’re not worth it.” This has been highlighted by the extraordinary cases of payout for failure. The press, in a rare display of business acumen, has said enough on this particular topic that I don’t need to press it further. Some of the debate has also been confused, however, with payouts to failed leaders like AMP’s George Trumbull lumped in with equity gains made by people who created tremendous shareholder value during their tenures. Whatever the merits of their level of compensation, at least it was part of “growing the pie”.
But otherwise, the continued rise of management salaries is always justified by the notion of peer assessment – “someone else is getting this much and I’m as good or better than them” and/or “our company is bigger/more profitable/ harder to manage/more committed to excellence etc.”. By some accident of history, almost every board seems to rate their own CEO near “the top of the class” and takes the high end of the comparison range. In this way the managerial class has given itself a 15 per cent compound pay rise as a group and justified every individual decision by the unrigorous application of the notion of “pay for performance” (an otherwise worthwhile idea).
Some even suggest that the mandatory publication of senior management compensation is at fault as it encourages this sort of peer review. That reminds me of Americans who told me with a straight face that the problem of schoolyard violence was caused by there being too few metal detectors at school gates. And here I was thinking it might be something to do with fourteen-year-olds having access to Uzis!
Rather than trying to place management compensation under the cone of silence, we need to push boards to be more transparent and more rigorous concerning the basis on which “pay for performance” will in fact be paid. It needn’t need to be that difficult to ascertain when it’s deserved – in many cases, being able to deliver abnormal returns (that is, a combination of share price improvement and dividend payment that outperforms peer companies in the industry over a sustained period) would be a pretty good start. It sounds simple, but it’s damn hard to do. But for those management teams that can do so, bring on the performance bonuses. But not for the rest.
I have also heard many people say that if we didn’t keep paying these spiralling costs to senior management, we’d lose all the good ones to overseas. That is a bogus threat. Firstly, of the many highly qualified ex-pats I know, not one of them went over “for the money”. They left for opportunity – for bigger challenges; to play in the global A-grade. If we want our best people to stay, we need to develop globally competitive export companies, not try to pay ever more to people to run our domestic services oligopolies. If people want to be paid “global-level” compensation, they should build global-scale companies and deliver world-class performance to their shareholders. You can count on the fingers of one hand the Australian companies that have thus far managed to do that.
In fact, my discussion with many ex-pats and “re-pats” (ex-pats who’ve come home) tells me that one strong reason why people want to return to Australia is its unique culture, values and lifestyle. Australian egalitarianism is constantly mentioned in this regard. If we continue to follow a pattern of excessive compensation for mediocre performance at senior levels while expecting “restraint” from all other interested parties, we diminish that egalitarian spirit and reality.
Australia is no longer distinguished, for example, by an unusually low degree of income inequality or an unusually high level of home ownership. The most precious differentiator that we have to encourage the return of ex-pats – our egalitarian values – is diminished, not increased, by the spiralling disparity in compensation unrelated to performance.
Time for solutions
Thankfully Gideon Haigh is not alone. A casual reading of a range of commentators – from Stephen Mayne’s crikey.com.au to Mark Latham’s “insiders and outsiders” – reveals widespread questioning of the current operations of corporate Australia. And so there should be. Haigh’s essay is long on rigorous analysis and pointed criticism but short on solutions. While his suggestion that former middle managers could serve effectively on boards may well have some merit, it’s insufficient to address the magnitude of the imbalance we now have. Here are some initial thoughts on how to restore the balance.
Shareholder proxy services
Shareholders are not currently organised very well. That empowers the managerial class to indulge in new forms of excess. Internationally, organisations exist whose sole focus is to advise institutional shareholders on how to vote their rights at shareholding meetings, such as Institutional Shareholder Services in the US and PIRC in the UK. These can be voluntary associations or even private companies that charge subscription fees to the institutions.
The development of similar voices for Australian shareholders (or preferably even more powerful ones) is essential to counteract the passive acceptance that currently holds sway. That the chair of the Audit Committee of AMP could be reelected with more than 80 per cent of the vote after presiding over some of the most imprudent and value-destructive efforts of recent times demonstrates how farcical the current shareholder democracy structures really are.
The involvement of active and activist shareholders in notable areas of value destruction – such as excessive management compensation and dubious mergers & acquisitions activity – is long overdue. Perhaps the establishment of such advisory services would provide an informational and organisational counterpoint to the resources available to management. To state the obvious, however, the existence of such a service was clearly not enough to prevent the recent US outrages at Enron, WorldCom, Tyco and many others, but it would be a start.
There is an emerging set of international precedents for better and more active corporate governance and shareholder activism. The shareholders at GlaxoSmithKline in the UK, for example, revolted a couple of months ago and voted down their CEO’s pay package. It has gone “back to committee” for a rethink and not yet re-emerged, but the chairman acknowledged that the message was loud and clear. Tesco, the very strongly performing supermarket giant, also nearly lost approval for Terry Leahy and his management board’s compensation. The complaint focused on the two-year contracts which could “reward failure” if they were paid out. The compensation scheme passed by a whisker even though the company’s management had been extremely successful over the last ten years.
Corporate governance reforms
Corporate governance has to be fixed. Governance problems are endemic in the incestuous corporate board environments and poor regulatory and prudential environments that we currently have – look at HIH, Harris Scarfe, One. Tel, AMP and many others. Whether in terms of preventing fraud or merely in being competent, these and many other boards have failed.
Let’s get serious about it. The Australian Shareholders’ Association suggests no one should serve on more than five boards – only two if they are performing poorly – and a chair position counts for three.1 CEOs shouldn’t sit on each other’s boards. Executive and board compensation should be transparent and approved by shareholders, preferably in advance.
New forms of equity compensation
Having lived through the whole Silicon Valley thing, I’ve seen equity compensation work well and very badly. At its best, we’ve seen every employee be a shareholder in the company – in good times, most earned more from their shares than they did in wages, truly making them shareholders first and employees second. At its worst, poor performers made millions by being in the right place at the right time.
In Australia, through a perverse legislative environment, equity compensation is the preserve of the few. As a believer in the concept of aligning management’s interests (indeed all employees’ interests) and those of shareholders, I’d like to find a way for equity compensation to work. Current schemes, including their most evolved version in Silicon Valley, largely do not.
As Haigh pointed out, options are a one-way device – you win if the price goes up, but there is no penalty if the price goes down – and can encourage “swing for the fences” risks by management. Secondly, what happens to the price of shares at any given moment often has little to do with the inherent value of a company. Even very stable companies can often go through changes in share price of up to 50 per cent in a single year – even when the underlying business, and therefore its value, has changed little. Thirdly, as Haigh outlines in depth, the contribution of individual managers, if it could be measured at all, is often only seen years after the decisions they have made.
So let me outline a draft scheme that addresses some of these shortcomings:
- Equity compensation could be paid directly in common stock, rather than as options. That way its cost is easily measured and incentives are aligned directly with those of shareholders – both up and down. It should, of course, be expensed at the time it is earned.
- The amount of the equity compensation, like all compensation, should be determined by real relative performance measures, such as the “abnormal returns to shareholders” described above or measures based on the company’s relative financial performance to its peers on core metrics like return on invested capital – the important point being that the “performance” notion must be rigorous and must be comparative. It must be such that the worst performers in an industry actually don’t get any bonus at all (if indeed they keep their jobs) and only those who are unambiguously the best, on objective financial metrics, get the full amount.
- These measurements must be taken over substantial periods – favouring a gradual increase in management compensation over long periods based on proven performance, rather than negotiated up-front compensation or compensation based on inaccurate metrics like short-term share price which may have nothing to do with management performance and are often consistent across an entire industry, sector or market rather than being measures of relative performance.
- Management should be barred from selling more than a small proportion of stock – say up to one-third – in the year they earn it, and the remaining two-thirds should vest (that is, only be made available) two years after departure from the company. Such a measure would ensure that management works for the long-term value of the business. Of course, if the individual is fired for incompetence, this portion is retained by the company – a modest comfort to shareholders rather than the current practice of adding insult to injury by giving failed leaders massive payouts. (There would need to be safeguards to ensure such “firing” was not perverse or unfair.)
This type of structure appears to be gaining support. Microsoft has ceased granting options and instead now favours a form of restricted common stock. In the UK, Luc Vandervelde, the well-regarded Belgian CEO of retailer Marks &Spencer who turned the company around and has now stepped up to chairman, takes 100 per cent of his salary as a fixed number of shares per month. When he first joined the firm, sales and profits were sinking fast and the shareholders revolted and forced him to slash his package. Apparently this new idea was his own.
Corporate tax rebalancing
Companies and boards are ultimately free to pay their employees as they see fit (provided that they properly consult shareholders), but there should be some point at which excessive disparities no longer attract tax benefits.
Haigh cites such venerable business names as J. P. Morgan and Peter Drucker who both suggested the principle that no one earn more than twenty times that of their lowest-paid colleague. Heavens, in the current environment we could aspire to hold it at fifty times and still be found wanting. But at some multiple, whatever it is, it seems fair to draw the line – beyond this, managerial compensation ceases to be a deductible expense for the company’s taxation.
Government ultimately determines which expenses are tax-deductible and which are not; which calls on revenue have priority over the call of taxation and which do not. Hence the Fringe Benefits Tax. And so at a wider level it is neither conceptually inconsistent nor frighteningly radical to say that beyond a certain point the claim of management to compensation does not supercede the claim of taxation.
Of course, to rebut the accusation that this would increase corporate taxation by stealth, I’m quite happy for the average rate of corporate taxation to be adjusted downward so that the total tax take is the same. This fiscally neutral solution would reward good behaviour and discourage bad behaviour. Of course, without the other measures outlined above, it wouldn’t work very well because boards and senior management would probably just continue with the current level of continually rising excess and shareholders-be-damned. That’s why corporate governance reform is crucial.
Conclusion
These suggestions are by no means complete and some may prove to be ineffective on closer inspection. The important point is that this is the debate we should be having. How can we fairly split the economic fruits of our labours between capital, management and labour and indeed ensure that the pie is being “grown”, not just redistributed to the managerial class? What mechanisms can be used to ensure good governance, good management and maximum economic efficiency? Gideon Haigh has re-launched an important debate – let’s talk about solutions.
Evan Thornley
1. Position Paper on Multiple Directorships, Australian Shareholders’ Association, 28/6/02.
BAD COMPANY
Correspondence
Two dimensions of Gideon Haigh’s breathless denunciation of the corporate world stand out: the first is how well it sits in the Australian intellectual tradition, culturally as distant from the world of business as ever, and the second is that it has arrived right on time, just after a few large companies have gone underwater and right in the middle of a property boom showing all the signs that more investors will go in the same direction.
The aftermaths of commercial booms are never pleasant. When values finally crystallise, winners and losers emerge. What was normal is redefined as criminal. A form of public revulsion develops. Some high flyers do porridge. Boom fashion is lampooned, boom predictions of immortality are re-broadcast so that people can fall about in fits, and then, as the reaction gets really serious, the soothsayers and the men of cloth arrive with incense, chanting, exorcising Mammon and demanding recantations.
Fortunately, Gideon Haigh has mostly stopped just short of the salvation bit – but for his suggestion that we replace company directors who employ CEOs just like them with time-honoured middle managers instead. This little break from the tirade mode is significantly revealing, however. The role of the middle manager reminds one of a stalwart symbol of redemption which emerged from another great boom and bust – the yeoman farmer, the kindly, goodly, sturdy opposite of the city jobber and boom speculator, lauded by the bush poets burnt by the boom and its values. This, of course, refers to Marvellous Melbourne, whose collapse in the 1890s triggered remorse and mourning so fundamental that it scarred the Australian sensibility for the whole of the last century.
Who would have thought that, so many decades later, someone would see salvation from the allures of greed and wealth in the anonymous salary-man, the loyal keeper of the corporate memory, the perennial victim of cost-cutting, megalomaniacal CEOs? It’s a strangely Japanese idea that the middle manager, forever the victim of hierarchy, but the figure who knows his place, should occupy the seat of judgement over the CEO. But there’s also something familiar and deeply nostalgic about it: in the Australian context the day of the middle manager was the day of lots of middle managers, and lots of long careers, and lots of middle class, and lots of government-owned or supported companies making lots of useful things. In those days, CEOs didn’t pay themselves multiples of what the blokes down the tree got. That wasn’t fair, was it?
While Peter Craven may be right that Haigh comes to his subject deep down as a genuine sympathiser of business, it’s worth asking what sort of business Haigh sympathises with. It’s certainly not the sort of business that sees people make heaps of money but hold the wrong opinions. That’s what Henry Ford did, but he was a bigoted and hopeless CEO according to Haigh, in contrast to Alfred Sloan of General Motors, the organisational genius whose sheer lack of human characteristics canonises him as a truly legitimate business leader.
One gets the impression that the sort of business Haigh admires is essentially bureaucratic and administrative, with no tall poppies to be seen, but many things to make and do. This is the sort of business where production values reign, profits are just and business leaders just shut up. It sounds very much like the Australian business of the immediate post-war era: protected, regulated, directed, much of it owned by governments, and essentially irrelevant to most people’s lives. Business that had it all on a plate like this was tame business, semi-socialised business, with little standing in Australian life over sport, or law or politics. That’s how it should be.
Haigh’s lament is instructive: “And if we are not in thrall to business, we are certainly complicit in a model of the world it finds amenable. Business rhetoric pervades the language of our politicians, our professionals, our academics, even our athletes. Business customs have infiltrated schools, universities, the public service, even volunteer organisations.”
Look who’s winning, it’s not fair! Something happened while the intelligentsia went off to write semiotics: business burst out from the corner of obscurity consigned it by the Federation deals and like that economic rationalism genie which unchained it in the first place, it won’t go back! That business does not know its place is fundamentally a very Australian charge. Despite the periodic wailings of the American Left, there is a very small audience in the US that is poleaxed with shock when confronted with the foremost place of American business in American life. It’s hard to get much moral indignation out of how it’s always been. Not here in Australia though, where Haigh correctly divines that he has a real audience for getting the beast back into its box because they remember when it was there.
The heritage of Marvellous Melbourne is worth referring to again. It’s hard to imagine the Federation deals without the collapse of the Australian banking system, most of it in Victoria, in the 1890s. The cultural and intellectual rejection of the legitimacy of business in Australia got its start there. The rejection of the city, the turn to the bush, the accommodation of the victims of the crash, and the subsequent regulation of Australia’s capital and labour markets and its overseas trade are rooted in the devastating sense of loss and failure that the 1890s engendered.
In turn it is hard to imagine the low status of business in Australia, and to understand why it endured for so long, without the longevity of the Federation deals. Now, however, most of it has gone. The bureaucracies so loved by Haigh, where middle management did in fact rule the roost, such as the SECV, TAA, the utilities and so on, are going or gone. The old protection dependencies, where anonymous local managers did good works after 5.00 p.m. through their local Rotary memberships, are gone as well. A regulated labour market survives to an extent, but most of the Australian workforce operates over award. Like or lump it, business and its success is now hugely relevant to this country, more than it has ever been since the days of Marvellous Melbourne.
What should the healthy response of Australian intellectuals be? Only in Australia could we contemplate a view of business so separate from ourselves as the one Haigh has presented. It’s so completely reified for the sake of setting up the straw man, but the reality asserted throughout is that there is normal life and there is business, this latter being something else. As it was in response to the 1890s, this is a deeply nostalgic and unproductive denial of reality. As the critics of the 1890s did, Haigh’s effort is to damn all boards and CEOs.
Yes, companies have fallen over recently, but in reality they are very few. HIH and One. Tel are the main examples. Yes, there was bad behaviour, but in the scheme of things, so what? Compared to the real Betsy, the 1980s, this is piddling so far. Where are CEO-entrepreneurs such as Bond, Skase et al, together with their middle management-dominated state government bank financiers? Those guys really knew how to bury shareholder and taxpayer funds. But this current cycle has seen very little of how bad it can get. To make it worse in retrospect in order to establish some platform for collective revulsion as Haigh seems to do is cheap.
Instead, it might be better to look more broadly at what is happening. This is not to say that Haigh has merely adopted the ACTU agenda – his concerns are more about legitimacy arising from quantum than the quantum of reward itself – but it is worth pointing out that executive remuneration is a core ACTU issue. It has been running for over a decade now and CEO bashing is a central part of it. Nonetheless, winning the argument on executive remuneration won’t help the union movement recover its lost trust and legitimacy. Its membership in the private sector is now sagging at around 15 per cent of the private sector workforce, which is on a par with union membership in the US. So, the ACTU gets more regulation of executive salaries. There’s a payback at last. But how will that solve the basic problem of the role of the union movement in a more open economy for a workforce that knows nothing of collectivist cultural values?
Executive remuneration is a legitimate area for intellectuals to begin to look at. But that’s not to say that business is illegitimate because some people ream a lot of money out of it. Another area is corporate social responsibility, a place replete with platitudes and MBA jargon, but where a more sustainable engagement of Australian business with the community must sooner or later begin. Finally, there is the university debate and the theme of equality of opportunity in an open economy. These broader issues have greater bearing upon the legitimacy questions surrounding business Haigh raises than the collection of greed and power vignettes he uses to crank up an unproductive, backward-looking polemic.
Tim Duncan
“KANGAROO COURT”
Correspondence
John Hirst raises many salient issues. However, in his attempt to champion the cause of many deeply aggrieved non-resident fathers, it is a pity that he allows his acrimony to infiltrate his essay and sometimes to cloud his judgment. His understanding of how the family law system operates is surprisingly accurate for someone who admits to having played only a minor role in one of its many dramas. He has highlighted some of the legal strategies employed to gain advantage in parenting disputes before the Court, and the injustices that sometimes result. He has, however, fallen into the trap of arguing from the particular to the general in interpreting some individuals’ experiences of the system as indicative of the Court’s policies and procedures. It is not standard procedure for parents to surrender contact with children in order to receive news of them. It is highly unlikely that most officers of the Court take an Apprehended Violence Order as prima facie evidence that violence has occurred between the parties. They recognise that many Apprehended Violence Orders around the time of separation are about safeguarding boundaries that one or other party is unwilling to respect.
In the thirty years since the establishment of the Family Court, growing numbers of fathers have become more involved in their children’s lives and have assumed greater responsibility for them, sometimes by choice and sometimes because of mothers’ greatly increased participation in paid employment. As intact family life has changed, pressure has grown for changes to separated family life. The current political influence exercised by non-resident fathers, whose frustration and pain Hirst has clearly identified, is an attempt to convince both legislators and policy-makers of the need for that change.
Hirst bravely ventures into a minefield when he challenges the weight given by the legislation and the Court to the best interests of children after parents separate. In 1975, when the Family Law Act was introduced, there were very real fears that no-fault divorce would lead to widespread abandoning of marital commitments and to increasing numbers of children becoming the “innocent victims” of divorce. It was socially imperative for legislation and practice to protect children, even though there was then very little quality research into the impact of divorce. Now, however, children of separated parents are no longer the social oddity they may have been thirty years ago. Many children of divorced parents score as well as children in intact families on measures of adjustment. Research has also shown children usually benefit from both parents in their lives, provided they do not become ensnared in ongoing inter-parental conflict.
Family law rhetoric and practice are very much about the best interests and rights of children, and the responsibilities rather than the rights of parents. Hirst cites incidents where seemingly innocent non-resident fathers have been denied contact or involvement with children in the belief that such contact is not in children’s best interests. While rejecting his somewhat patronising description of the Court as “pious”, I suggest that both the legislation and jurisprudence appear precious at times. They seek to provide children in separated families with the sort of privileged position that most children in intact families do not enjoy. Families generally do not always function on the principle of children’s best interests. What frequently happens in a healthy family life is that parents do not live for their children but seek to strike a reasonable balance between the rights, needs and interests of all family members. How many get the balance right is a matter of conjecture. Families in which children’s interests always prevail do not seem any healthier than those in which they are consistently swamped by those of parents. Competing interests are often evident, for example, when parents relocate for employment or lifestyle reasons. Although the relocation usually results in children experiencing short-term deprivation and pain, it may be to their long-term benefit. Nevertheless, parents’ claims that they are relocating because their children’s interests are paramount still deserve to be met with scepticism.
The reluctance to recognise parents’ rights along with their responsibilities is surprising. Making children’s best interests the paramount consideration in resolving disputes seems to distance the family law system from what commonly happens in intact family life. It is little wonder that many non-resident fathers complain that the system is gender-biased, accusing it of marginalising them within the family, denying their rights and failing to enforce contact orders contravened by resident mothers. It is unclear, though, whether the bias is gender-based or the product of the sole-residence arrangement.
Hirst cites cases to do with children’s names and family relocation to demonstrate the almost exclusive authority that resident parents (the vast majority of whom are mothers) enjoy. The 1995 Family Law Reform Act has effectively restricted the resident parent’s right to relocate with children, but there remains a very telling example of this authority. Court orders commonly direct resident parents to authorise schools to communicate details of children’s academic progress to non-resident parents and to inform them of significant school events. How resident parents ever gained the authority to prevent that flow of information remains unclear. Just as puzzling is the reason why schools, as a matter of policy, do not automatically include both separated parents in the information loop in the absence of any court order to the contrary.
This example shows that systemic forces impede non-resident parents from having substantial involvement in children’s lives and restrict their opportunity to exercise parental authority. The irony of it all is that the authority bestowed on resident parents was largely an attempt to protect children from becoming ensnared in potentially harmful, ongoing inter-parental conflict. Yet some research reports that a sense of being unable to exercise parental authority is strongly associated with ongoing hostility between parents. The following comment by a non-resident father captures the ambiguity that many men encounter in their post-separation fathering:
I grew up as a young man when society was actively encouraging men to be involved in their families. Attend the birth, go to school meetings, read to your child, etc, etc. Quality time was the mantra. And many of us took this on, albeit imperfectly in many cases; after all, where was our role model? Our fathers did not do it. But then the relationship breaks up and then you are the disposable parent … can it be a surprise that some men are pushed to doing irrational things? I think not.
Hirst accurately recognises that difficult families requiring a judicial decision have become the template for other separating families. Many non-resident fathers, often on solicitors’ advice, simply do not apply to the Court for substantial involvement with children. They rather settle for a level of contact that they would expect to receive should they contest the matter in court. (However, since the Reform Act, court orders now more often provide for non-resident parents to have contact with children during the week as well as on alternate weekends, and to be responsible for day-to-day decisions when the children are in their care.) Some resident mothers, too, use the “court standard” of contact on alternate weekends and for half the school holidays as the criterion by which they measure their goodwill or generosity in offering contact to non-resident fathers.
For this reason, the adoption of shared residence for children as a rebuttable presumption may have a profound effect by shifting the implied template for all separating parents. It will very likely influence attitudes. Parents may well invest more energy and time in trying to salvage their relationship when faced with the child-support implications of shared residence and the substantial separation from children that it implies. Having decided to separate, they may be willing to come to negotiations about their new family arrangement on a more equal footing. Presently, because of the general expectation that children will live with mothers after separation, many fathers have no input into decisions about residence and contact, and perceive that their involvement with children and parental authority depends entirely on mothers’ goodwill.
Not all separated fathers want a shared-residence arrangement. As Hirst states, the call for joint custody is partly symbolic, reflecting many non-resident fathers’ desire for greater involvement in children’s lives and the chance to exercise parental authority. Certainly, those for whom fatherhood is of little significance are unlikely to want to assume responsibility for children for substantial periods of time. For some, work demands and geographical distance render shared residence an impracticable arrangement. For some, family violence, substance abuse, psychiatric disturbance and limited parenting skills rule it out as a viable option. For others, though, shared residence, or at least the opportunity to exercise significant parental authority within the family is what they want, what they consider they have a right to, and what they are convinced will benefit their children.
Bruce Hawthorne
“KANGAROO COURT”
Correspondence
Children begin by loving their parents; after a time they judge them; rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.
—Oscar Wilde
Wilde’s great private grief was over losing all contact with his sons because he was a homosexual, not because he was a bad father. Nobody consulted the boys because the law, judges and society of the day assumed a homosexual, and thus a criminal, could not be a “good” father, and that cutting all contact with a bad parent1 was in a child’s best interests.
We have made progress since the nineteenth century. Until 1975, husbands still had automatic sole custody of their children, which police would enforce until a court made a contrary order, but common-law courts and Australia’s Matrimonial Causes Act required custody and access disputes to be decided on the basis of the paramountcy of the child’s best interests. But in 1992 High Court Justice Brennan pointed out, in Marion’s case,2 that a best interests approach depends on the value system of the decision-maker. Without any rule or guideline, it simply creates an unexaminable discretion in the repository of the power.
That case was about the Family Court’s power to authorise a non-therapeutic hysterectomy of an intellectually disabled girl. Brennan J. argued that the proper starting point was not the value judgment about the child’s best interests, but the child’s human rights; and that even an intellectually disabled child had the right to be consulted about a decision that would lead to such an intrusion on her body.
His was a still, small voice. The UN Convention on the Rights of the Child was not then and is not today incorporated in Australian law. Best interests, and judges’ values, rule.
There are plenty of real issues about the way both the law and the courts deal with decisions affecting children. Unfortunately, John Hirst’s essay avoids virtually all of them.
Courts are a crude tool for cutting down the wreckage of intimate relationships. Of course, mediated disputes work out better, because the parties themselves decide what is “good enough” and can live with the compromise, especially if children are involved. Most arguments end there. The federal government’s foreshadowed legal presumption of “equal responsibility” for parental child-care decisions after separation will not make courts any more suitable for recreating happy families or righting wrongs in the fractious 5 per cent of family law disputes that they have to decide.
What is lacking in John Hirst’s essay and in family law policy-making is respect for the child’s point of view. His case studies are about unjustly treated children, as told by fathers in need of vindication. Unfair outcomes are attributed to bias, to mother-favouring courts and judges tainted by feminism. Children are assumed to be inanimate non-participants, or weapons, in their parents’ family wars. There is no grasp of the philosophical effect of Australia’s ratification of the UN Convention on the Rights of the Child in 1990, which committed our government to respect all children’s rights – to a family environment of love and understanding in which their full potential is most likely to be achieved; to parental guidance; to protection from exploitation, neglect and cruelty; and to express a view and have it taken seriously in justly made decisions affecting them.
Hirst’s is a trumpet blast against a monstrous regiment of women3 and what he sees as their illegitimate exploitation of family power. Yet for every father’s grievance, there is a mother’s, too. Not one of the women’s stories, which I know John Hirst was told in his research for this essay, is even mentioned in it. On the one hand, Hirst criticises the ALP for aligning its policy with feminists’ causes, yet on the other he has nothing to say about conservatives riding the wave of men’s anger, fuelled by talkback radio or conservative think-tanks from which commentators argue for the return of fault-based divorce and against the human rights of children.
Hirst’s essay recites men’s grievances. The real defects of family law lie far deeper. Litigation outcomes are poor because the hardest cases go to trial and Solomon does not sit in those courts: be thankful. Judges know little about child development and the effects of abuse, but we haven’t yet fully explored how they could learn from those disciplines, and experts, that do. Courts don’t readily adapt their adult-oriented processes so that children can participate in them: until they can hear what children say with or without words, they will make terrible errors. Lawyers aren’t trained to listen to children or assess their maturity to give instructions, yet when they become judges they must decide whether children sufficiently understand “the truth” to give evidence, or right and wrong, to assume criminal responsibility.
The Family Court was never meant to be adversarial, as Hirst assumes when, because of the injustice to fathers wrongly accused of sexual offences against their children, he argues that the courts should abandon the “unacceptable risk” test for deciding disputed child sex abuse allegations. The privacy of the family, the presumption of innocence and the silence of the child make such claims impossible to prove or disprove. No court anywhere has the power to make a binding declaration that a man is innocent or “clear his name”, as Hirst wishes the Family Court to do.
Terrible damage is done to children’s relationships because family law litigation takes too long. Why, given the pain and distress it causes, doesn’t Hirst have anything to say about the federal government’s decision to establish a separate Federal Magistrates Court rather than reform the Family Court and include magistrates within it? Why does he have nothing sensible to say about the complex and fractured state of children’s court/child protection legislation, reporting systems and variations in expert evidence and standards of proof, which are major contributors to some of the injustices he has documented? These are far more important than the perceived bias or hauteur of a particular court or chief justice.
John Hirst presents his case as champion of fathers engaged in adversarial, parent-to-parent, combat. How else can he argue that the punishment for “contempt” by mothers who do not comply with contact orders should not be moderated by its effect on the best interests of a child in their care? He supports mediation, but overlooks or perhaps does not know of the continuing practice of excluding children from it – an old practice and a poor one. Twenty years ago on the instructions of a fourteen-year-old girl who wanted the Family Court of Western Australia to sort out her parents’ ongoing war over “access”, which they wouldn’t sort out, I made a written application for definition of access. Both (surprised and defensive) parents turned up; the judge referred the parties for immediate counselling; but when I went up to the waiting room a couple of hours later my client was sitting alone while Mum and Dad argued about their marriage with a counsellor. I raised merry hell, she got into the room, the whole thing got sorted, but attitudes have not changed. And there’s another remarkable lack: John Hirst says nothing at all about the role of children’s representatives. The presence of a trained, competent child representative helps to shift parents’ focus away from their own wounds and onto their child as a person, not a forensic object.
John Hirst and I agree on some things. Courts should be a last resort for sorting out the children’s needs, for example, though in my experience most parents won’t negotiate, except at a courtroom door. We can agree that dads are as important as mums and ought to be actively involved in parenting and give up too easily – I have heard far too many fathers explain their non-involvement by their need to “walk away” from personal pain; I have also seen plenty, too, who were willing to sacrifice their own immediate happiness to care for their children’s.
If our family law is to be changed, I would like to see the rights of children take their proper place. Access should be an enforceable right of a child, with some sanction on a parent who hurts a child by making arrangements to, for example, take a child out or attend a school function, and does not turn up. I fail to comprehend the ethics of John Hirst’s argument that a father who does not see his children should not have to maintain them: how long, after all, does a child maintenance obligation persist? Why should a choice to start a second family see the first go without? I had a client, once, whose husband left her with seven children, whom she could not feed and clothe, though she made the bread, dressed them in cast-offs and grew their vegetables, because he had remarried and arranged his finances to avoid paying child support. He didn’t bother visiting. I remember how readily, twenty-five years ago, country magistrates suspended and expunged arrears of child maintenance owed by temporarily unemployed fathers and how hard it was for mothers to afford fresh maintenance applications when they got new jobs. I used to see hungry kids in shabby flats whose sleek, gift-bearing access visitors gave them a taste of a different life, then fled. It was the injustices of the law on children that made me focus on their human rights.
John Hirst’s essay was a disappointment. His arguments connect with the feudal history of custody rules and the possessory rights of fathers, not the modern view that children have human rights, and adults an enforceable responsibility to subordinate their own preferences to these rights. There is no appreciation of the traditional, political and resource obstacles to the Family Court’s achievement of its purpose. Its argument is predicated on win/lose, competition and blame. Men may well be angry about the effect that the social changes of the last forty years have had on them. We ought to admit that they had some unintended consequences, but they cannot be undone. Fault-based divorce laws were discriminatory and ended marriages without dignity and in unfairness: a major justification for Murphy’s law4 was to stop jailing men who did not pay maintenance. Of course, women should be entitled to choose whether to have children and to work, but there is nothing wrong with admitting that this sometimes makes it hard on children, too. So do fathers’ decisions to set up second families while the first still need them.
While acknowledging the anguish behind dads’ anger we must do something about the continuing lack of respect for children’s rights. John Hirst’s argument drowns out the voices of children.
Moira Rayner
1. In those days the “unfit” parent was usually proven to be an adulterous mother, not a heterosexually straying husband who automatically had the sole custody of the children of the marriage.
2. Marion’s Case. 1992 175 CLR 218
3. Sottish theological iconoclast John Knox issued a pamphlet against Mary, Queen of Scots under a similar title. I do not accuse John Hirst of misogyny or of religious, at least, fundamentalism.
4. Lionel Murphy was the federal ALP Attorney General who introduced the Family Law Act 1975.
THE WORRIED WELL
Response to Correspondence
One of the principal aims of my essay was to call attention to the significant rise in antidepressant use in Australia in the past five years. The numbers alone ought to trip a warning siren. Twelve million antidepressant prescriptions dispensed through the National Health Scheme in 2004. Carve up the total any way you want, it’s a lot of doses to swallow, a lot of computer key-strokes or pen scribbles by physician fingers, a lot of money passing from consumers to doctors, from consumers to pharmacists, from pharmacists to drug warehouses, and on down the line from the middlemen to the drug manufacturers. And the figure of twelve million doesn’t include drug orders written for hospital in-patients, or capture the ones who got away – the patients who put their pieces of paper in a drawer instead of handing them to the pharmacist when doubts or economic factors or something they heard on television intervened after their trip to the doctor.
Having raised the red flag, I sought to humble myself before the mountains of information available on changing trends in the classification of depression and its treatment (principally antidepressant drug therapy), with an eye to finding a source for this eruption.In the wake of Prozac’s fall from grace, and the increasing public demand for drug company accountability, an obvious starting point seemed to be big pharma. Indeed the working title of an early draft of the essay was Drug Companies and Depression. Drug company money washes in and out of this story, a bit like the tides one sees on parts of the Cornish coast; generously buoyant on the in-rush and heartlessly high-and-dry on the retreat. Drug company money keeps the prescription-writers afloat during their training by funding medical education, university departments, hospitals, research institutes and entrepreneurial chemical labs; and it maintains the comfort factor into the middle years with conferences near golf courses and five-star accommodation. As long as big pharma sees a return for its dollars, it will maintain the incoming tides. Following the money, as my correspondent David Webb recommends, leads the researcher to the multinationals’ doors, but also to our own National Health Scheme which can’t be overlooked as a contributor to the dominance of drug-based therapies for depression. In 2004 the NHS contributed $342 million in subsidies for antidepressant prescription costs.
My concerns were in place, however, long before I ever saw the figure of twelve million. Over the last ten years of a thirty-year watch at the dispensing coalface I’ve witnessed the increase in numbers first-hand. I saw Zoloft move from its alphabetical placement on the dispensary shelf into the frequent flyer division, at arm’s reach for quick access and labelling. Only an automaton, or the truly disaffected, could ignore a phenomenon that involved large numbers of patients with complex symptoms being processed uniformly through a single portal.
But it is a distortion of the total picture to single out big pharma for exclusive attention. I made a decision early on to widen the goalposts. To quote myself: “I want to suggest that this impressive, noticeable increase in antidepressant usage in Australia today has come about through the co-operation of three large but inherently unequal groups: the multinational drug companies; the physicians who write prescriptions; and the public who turn to medicine for answers.”
Three groups, not one. And more complexity, not less. Guy Rundle points out, very eloquently, that “a whole level of social life and social process” was not taken into account in my essay as it attempted to diagnose the causes of increased reliance on drugs to treat depression. I couldn’t agree more, and I was careful to note in the essay’s sources (#6) the lines of enquiry I considered to be outside the scope of my brief. The patient/drug interface is, I believe, an under-represented source of empirical evidence. Social scientists are welcome to interpret the significance of these findings for the wider culture, as seen from this relatively unfamiliar vantage point.
Professor Gordon Parker, psychiatrist and head of The Black Dog Institute, has provided a lucid history lesson in his response. He reminds us that modern medicine has been devising typologies aimed at better classification of depression since the 1950s, acknowledges the emergence of a “procrustean model” where the patient is in effect stretched to meet the length of the bed, and argues for a “horse for courses” model; all of which, if I read my own work correctly, were covered in the essay. This concordance, however, breaks down dramatically when Professor Parker expresses his concerns. I am accused of taking a “pull up your socks”, ad hominem attitude towards those with significant mood disorders. Worse, my words are “misanthropic, trivialising and belittling”. His argument takes the following surreal path: I tried an antidepressant and it didn’t work for me, therefore I have channelled my inner bitterness and disappointment into a hatchet job on those whose lives have been changed for the better by SSRIs. Paternalistic huff aside, this is an odd and worrying response from a medical man whose reputation is built on astute judgments. My own position, clearly stated from the outset, is pro-patient. They (we) must never be underestimated. Gone are the days of the divine physician and the silent apothecary. Questions must be asked up and down the line; and answers, where possible, must be given. If we are to maintain our relevance against the loquacious, ever-available internet search engines, we must offer what a machine cannot: wisdom and compassion and a degree of humility.
With regard to two worrying expressions, “The Worried Well” and “misery chic”, I make the following remarks. For Professor Parker’s sake I regret that “misery chic” became detached from its qualifying clause in successive drafts of the essay. It belongs to the vocabulary of the Prozac phenomenon of the ’90s and comes from the book Prozac Nation. My correspondent “Angie” to whom the postcard section was addressed was familiar with its import and needed no amplification, but for the benefit of readers who may have felt slightly jolted by its impact, I offer the following. The term was invented and first used in New York. As the uptake of Prozac escalated beyond all projections in the United States, “depression” acquired fad status, and from “fad” came “chic”.
The prominence of “The Worried Well” seems to have impeded Elizabeth A. Wilson’s ability to read beyond the title of the essay. And this leads me to a suggestion for the regulators whose demanding task it is to apply labels when describing the diagnosis and treatment of depression. Abandon the words “mild” “moderate” and “severe”. Abandon the procrustean model of fitting the patient to the disease (as described by Professor Parker). Apply the clinical sophistication that modern training is supposed to confer on our physicians and consider each person on his or her own merits. As one psychiatrist recently told me, “severe” depression should mean “the depression I’m seeing in this patient is as bad as it gets for him or her”. Treat accordingly. Drugs perhaps. Lifestyle changes. Counselling.
I’m writing this response a week after a visit with Angie, whose story featured in my essay. She is back from four months in New York and has had time to absorb the personal implications of having a literary snapshot of controversial aspects of her life circulated widely in print. Even under a disguised name and hidden inside a trench coat of deliberately misleading clues, she has been recognised by her nearest and dearest, and quizzed. I engineered this follow-up meeting because I felt a duty of care towards Angie. It is one thing to grant an author permission to use quotes and observations; it is often quite another to read what an author makes of intimate revelations. The one subject we didn’t discuss was Zoloft, the focal point of our first and subsequent encounters. Why? Because, in essence, it’s none of my business whether she maintains, escalates, tapers or even ceases her doses altogether. Our relationship mirrors, in many respects, the relationships I form with patients in the pharmacy. It is respectful, episodic; noses are not poked in where they are not wanted. I chose Angie’s story from hundreds, perhaps thousands, of stories I’ve heard in a long career dispensing mood-altering drugs because she was articulate, candid and confident in narrating her experience of depressive episodes; and because she exemplified the “just dose me up” class of patients, a group who interest me personally. Those who seek (rightly) to destigmatise depression must be discouraged from dumbing down the really useful message about depression: that it is complex, that one person’s dark night of the soul is not the same as the next person’s, that what works for one does not necessarily work for all.
From the viewpoint of someone who works in the drug delivery system (a coalface, I might argue, that is deeper in the mineshaft than the university library shelf), it is blindingly obvious that antidepressants are over-used. But that is not to say that antidepressants represent the wrong choice for the treatment of depression, merely that at this time, in this country, the drug option is over-represented and some attempts to restore balance are called for.
Gail Bell
THE WORRIED WELL
Correspondence
In Gail Bell’s essay, The Worried Well, I have been the suicidal “surly boy in the next street” that Bell assumes “is the patient for whom the mood-enhancing drugs were invented”. Although her candid and thoughtful essay goes some way towards correcting the widespread misinformation about depression, her analysis does not quite go far enough and her own bio-reductionist bias is revealed in cases of so-called major depression.
Bell claims that “about 15 per cent of major depressions proceed to suicide,” echoing another frequently heard assertion that depression is the major cause of suicide. One prominent suicide expert, Professor Robert Goldney from Adelaide University, uses a “real estate analogy” that the “most important contributing factors to suicidal behaviors are depression, depression, depression”. All these assertions rest on the assumption that depression is a medical illness, an assumption that Bell correctly questions for the worried well but not for “major depression”.
Bell reminds us that since the 1950s depression has been reconceptualised and “relabelled” as a disease, rather than a symptom, in order to “render it visible to medicine’s gaze”. Her essay exposes how big pharma was instrumental in this though she herself maintains the view that “depression is what depression has always been … a cluster of symptoms.” Indeed, the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, the bible of modern psychiatric diagnosis, defines depression solely in terms of a cluster of symptoms. No aetiology, cause or explanation is offered, but this is sufficient for the American Psychiatric Association (the authors of the DSM) to declare depression a psychiatric disorder. With this “decree” from the APA, depression acquires the status of a “mental illness”.
The phrase “mental illness” is a metaphor. It uses the language of biological medicine to describe and explore the psychological and emotional pain of mental suffering. But the mind is not a biological organ. There is no mind “thing” that can get ill in the way that a liver or a kidney can. To speak of mental illness is to speak metaphorically. Although the metaphor may be of use (though personally I think it’s a weak one), it is a serious mistake when a metaphor is taken as a literal truth. This serious mistake, a category error that confuses the psychology of the mind with the biology of the brain, has in recent decades become the status quo in psychiatry and, in turn, in the general community. But the consequences of this selling of depression as a medical illness extends beyond the commercial excesses of big pharma.
A clear example from my own life story is that once I was diagnosed with major depression, this became the explanation for my suicidal feelings and behaviour, and antidepressants were prescribed. I tried a couple of different SSRI drugs and although I didn’t have the nasty side effects that some people report (the commonly experienced “sexual dysfunction” is not much fun, though), neither did they help much. The response from the psychiatrist was to bring out the heavy guns and an antipsychotic drug was added to my drug diet to “augment” the antidepressant. Psychosis or schizophrenia was never part of my story, so this was an “off-label” use of this potent drug, a practice that has been increasing alarmingly in recent years. For the year I took this drug, I became a fat zombie couch potato, watching daytime TV, eating ice cream and doing little else. But even this dulling of my brain didn’t work – my last major suicide attempt occurred while I was still on the heavy drug diet. The last and biggest gun in the armoury of psychiatry for “treatment-resistant” depression, and still seen as the gold standard, is electroconvulsive therapy (ECT). Fortunately I escaped the clutches of psychiatry before this was inflicted on me. With the current controversies around SSRI drugs in the United States, concerns are already being expressed that ECT, which psychiatrists admit to having no explanation for why “it seems to work”, will be resorted to more frequently for depression.
My story has some parallels with that of William Styron’s in Darkness Visible (which Bell refers to). The use of increasingly aggressive medical interventions is not uncommon, and it can have devastating consequences. The failure to look beyond the symptoms and the excessive reliance on medical interventions all rest on the assumption that depression is a medical illness. The reconceptualisation of depression as an illness rather than a symptom is part of the colonisation of what it is to be human by medicine and psychiatry, which Bell recognises when she admits that “allopathic rhetoric has colonised my thinking.” She also cites a “rebel cry” from a psychiatrist who dared to challenge his colleagues that “mainstream psychiatry is now limited to a radical materialist ideology.” This radical ideology is now the intellectual foundation of modern psychiatry which, supported by big pharma and extreme economic rationalism (see below), completes the conquest.
Depression is best understood as psychological pain. We do not think of physical pain as an illness but as an indication or symptom of some underlying physical illness or injury, which may require medical attention. A distinguished pioneer in the field of suicide prevention, Professor Edwin S. Shneidman, understood this when he coined the term psychache as the central feature of suicidal thinking and behaviour. Disenchanted with the DSM and its “specious accuracy built on a false epistemology”, Shneidman defines psychache as psychological pain due to frustrated or thwarted psychological needs – the “specious accuracy” is the DSM’s statistical clustering of symptoms, and the “false epistemology” the assumption that depression is a medical illness. Shneidman is now in his eighties and laments, as I do, the increasing medicalisation of human suffering. His notion of psychache, however, remains a much more useful starting point for understanding “depression” than the broken-brain, radical-materialist ideology of modern psychiatry.
In a similar way, antidepressants are best understood as psychological or emotional painkillers. If you break your leg, then it’s a good idea to have some morphine. But it’s a big mistake to think that the morphine will heal the broken bone. Taking drugs to ease extreme emotional pain can also serve a useful purpose, such as helping to create some time and space to think about maybe not killing yourself. I would argue, though, that if the anguish is severe enough to warrant potent drugs like antidepressants, then it is severe enough to warrant hospitalisation – but preferably the “benign detention” and “sequestration” that Bell refers to as the keys to William Styron’s recovery from suicidal depression. Drugs can ease the pain while the real healing takes place. But, as with the broken leg, we don’t simply take morphine forever and nothing else. The break in the bone has to be identified, reset and immobilised and other supports put in place while the healing occurs. Likewise with “depression”. Except that under the broken-brain school of psychiatry, someone with a history like mine will likely be told, as I was, that I would need to take antidepressants for the rest of my life – and that no other “treatment” was relevant. Once more, this response to psychache rests entirely on the ideological assumption that depression is a medical illness, and specifically an illness of the brain.
Although I acknowledge a place for medications to ease extreme mental anguish, there are many complex questions about the suitability of the current SSRI drugs for this purpose. Bell covers most of these but we can continue our analogy with morphine to summarise them. Morphine is a relatively “clean”, benign, reliable and rapid-acting drug. Apart from the risk of addiction with long-term use, there are few risks if it is used in the correct way for pain relief. In contrast, modern SSRI emotional painkillers are decidedly peculiar. First, their efficacy is problematic – they seem to help some people but not others (and no one has an explanation for this). Next, they take at least a few weeks to “kick in”, which can be a problem if suicide is a concern. Then they have a peculiar side-effect profile. With morphine, the main side effect is constipation and perhaps some nausea. With SSRIs probably the most common side effect, as mentioned, is “sexual dysfunction” (of varying kinds), but agitation, sleep disturbances (including nightmares) and problems with appetite are also quite common. We are also hearing now, as Bell reports, that these drugs can induce depression and suicidal feelings in some people, especially when first going on them, when the dose is changed or when coming off them. And although the popular myth is that these drugs are not addictive, we are also now learning of many who suffer quite extreme “discontinuation syndrome” symptoms, to use the psychobabble of big pharma and psychiatry. These are decidedly peculiar drugs, which is hardly surprising as they are complex, potent synthetic chemicals carefully designed to get past our protective “brain barrier” but which, unlike opiates, alcohol and other psycho-active drugs (or “intoxicants”), are totally foreign to our evolutionary, biological history. As Bell says, careful control, management and supervision of these drugs is essential – but it rarely occurs. Her plea that “you can’t just give an adolescent a prescription and send them on their way” is not only the exception to current practice, it should also apply equally to adults.
Mention must also be made of another reconstruction of depression that works hand in hand with the medical reconceptualisation. In the January 2001 issue of the Medical Journal of Australia, Professor Gordon Parker, from the School of Psychiatry at the University of New South Wales, wrote:
The number of people with depression is not growing substantially, despite historical formulations of depression as a response, a disorder, an illness and a disease. Its recent reformulation as a major economic cost due to its disabling effects, endorsed by the World Bank, Harvard University and the World Health Organisation, provided the spin, attracting public, media, health department and political attention.
The leading proponent in Australia of this economic rationalist “reformulation” – and of the political spin – is the beyondblue organisation chaired by former Victorian premier, Jeff Kennett. If you visit the beyondblue website you will find little to distinguish it from the depression pages on the websites of big pharma. The many controversies surrounding depression and its treatment, such as those raised by Gail Bell and others, are barely mentioned. In my first meeting with Professor Ian Hickie, the former CEO of and now consulting psychiatrist to beyondblue, some years ago, I argued that these controversies were a relevant and important part of the public debate on depression. His response was, “What controversies?” I have since learned many times that beyondblue does not welcome dissenting voices to its public relations spin. Given that it has received about $100 million of public funding (at last count) to sponsor a national “depression awareness” debate, this is tantamount to censorship in my view, censorship in the service of the “reformulation” that Professor Barker describes above.
The economic rationalist motivation of beyondblue is the growing realisation of the economic costs of depression and anxiety. Too many people are either unable or unwilling to work – taking too many “mental health sickies” – because of what should properly be called psychosocial distress. The World Bank, which is where the much-touted figure of 1-in-5 people suffering from depression comes from, expresses this in terms of the “global burden” of depression. In Australia, beyondblue is a major player in this disease-mongering that captures more and more people in the mental illness net.
In a special supplement to the July 2001 issue of the Medical Journal of Australia, beyondblue proposed a screening tool of twelve questions to assist doctors in the detection of mental illness. Space does not allow a full critique of all the flaws in this screening tool, but they can be illustrated by a simple example. One of the twelve questions the questionnaire asks is whether, “over the past few weeks” you have been “feeling constantly under strain?” According to this screening tool, known as SPHERE-12, if you answer this question with “most of the time”, then you probably have a mental illness. The supplement is careful to say that the tool “is not a diagnostic system that will immediately lead to the delivery of specific treatments”, but describes its purpose as being “to recognise a common mental disorder in a patient whose responses to the 12 items … show sufficient symptoms to justify a diagnosis”. Feeling constantly under strain most of the time over the past few weeks meets the SPHERE-12 criteria to justify a diagnosis. Many other very common life situations could also easily “justify a diagnosis”, such as caring for young children, work stresses, being sacked from your job or having a boss who is a bully, to mention just a few. Oddly, when this tool later appeared on the beyondblue website, permitting us anonymously to screen ourselves, the threshold for risk of mental illness was very much higher than the advice given to doctors in the MJA supplement.
The extremely wide net cast by diagnostic tools such as SPHERE-12 is consistent with the wide net of the diagnostic criteria of the DSM. Few people, when evaluated against such criteria, would escape the label of a psychiatric diagnosis – I don’t know anyone who does not qualify for at least one psychiatric diagnosis according to the criteria of the DSM. This is disease-mongering, the colonisation of the human psyche by medical ideology in partnership with the marketing of big pharma and the economic rationalism of organisations such as the World Bank and beyondblue. Or, as the title of the recent book by Ray Moynihan and Alan Cassels aptly puts it, this is Selling Sickness: How Drug Companies Are Turning Us All into Patients. To drug companies, I would add psychiatry and politicians.
The vast bulk of spending on mental health in Australia assumes the medical model of “mental illness”. Governments and other policy-makers have bought the ideological myth of the medical, pharmaceutical and economic rationalist colonisation. Despite a clamour from mental health consumers, and also many non-clinical workers in mental health, for something more than the simplistic “diagnose and drug” approach of psychiatry, the insatiable appetite of medicine for expensive resources, combined with its political clout, means that few resources are available for non-medical responses to psychosocial distress. Follow the money and you will see the colonisation at work.
David Webb
THE WORRIED WELL
Correspondence
“Worried well” is a term of disdain. It has become a common way of dismissing the distress experienced by a significant sector of the community, and it does little to help us understand what is at stake – politically and psychologically – in the current psychopharmaceutical climate. Much of the rhetorical strength of Gail Bell’s analysis follows from the distinction she makes between the seriously depressed and those “with the sort of normal sadness that afflicts us all, the people with low-level sorrow”. In the first group, Bell asks us to imagine a twenty-something woman who self-harms, or a withdrawn and suicidal teenager who doesn’t leave his bed. These are the people for whom antidepressants were invented, Bell claims; and there is no question in her mind that these disabling conditions warrant pharmaceutical intervention. On the other hand, we have the worried well. These are the people who have fallen victim to less significant worries – falling out of love or becoming stressed at work. A psychiatrist might categorise these kinds of ills as dysthymia (chronic, low-level sadness). Bell is much less convinced that the worried well require the level of pharmaceutical treatment they have been receiving (mainly from GPs) since the introduction of Prozac in the late 1980s.
While the category of the worried well may be intuitively appealing, it is extraordinarily unhelpful for analysing the nature of depression and for thinking about its treatment. Distinctions between the deserving and undeserving depressed profoundly underestimate the psychological, and indeed physiological, issues at stake. That there are different kinds of depression is not in dispute. Depressions can be major, bipolar, post-natal, dysthymic, acute, seasonal, fatal. They can manifest with or without psychotic features, with or without the co-morbidity of trauma, an eating disorder, indefinite detention or cancer. Bell seems less interested in the heterogeneity of depressive experience than she is in demarcating a particular subgroup of depressives (the worried well), and then withdrawing empathy and the justification for pharmaceutical treatment from them.
Bell suggests that the phrase “worried well” comes from Freud. It does not. But what she may be thinking of is a widely circulated quote from Freud, in which he advises that the best psychoanalysis can do is to turn acute misery into everyday unhappiness. Let me quote Freud fully – as I think attention to the detail may enable us to find a way past Bell’s rhetorical, political and (worst of all) moral demarcations. In 1895, at the very end of his Studies on Hysteria, Freud writes:
When I have promised my patients help or improvement by means of a cathartic treatment [the precursor to psychoanalysis proper] I have often been faced by this objection: “Why, you tell me yourself that my illness is probably connected with my circumstances and the events of my life. You cannot alter these in any way. How do you propose to help me, then?” And I have been able to make this reply: “No doubt fate would find it easier than I do to relieve you of your illness. But you will be able to convince yourself that much will be gained if we succeed in transforming your hysterical misery into common unhappiness. With a mental life that has been restored to health you will be better armed against that unhappiness.”
In these early years, when Freud was immersed in the treatment of hysteria, he was finely attuned to the needs of his patients. His texts, while fully medicalised, are notable for their empathic engagement with women in particular. He makes no judgment about whether or not a patient ought to be unwell. He treats every patient on her merits, and he asks us to take every affliction seriously, even those that seem petty, disagreeable or self-indulgent. Bell, in repeatedly making a distinction between those who are miserable and those who are merely unhappy, lacks this attentive eye for psychological detail. Where she is concerned that the category of depression has become too large as a result of the big pharma’s marketing and advertising, I am troubled that the category of “common unhappiness” has been expanded so that increasing levels of stress, anger, low mood and self-hatred are seen as a normal part of life. In the end, the politics and rhetoric of those who agitate against the overuse of antidepressants often feel disdainful of certain kinds of emotional distress. Put simply, the category “worried well” tends to obstruct rather than facilitate an understanding of the experience of depression.
There is now a large body of evidence that suggests not only that drug treatments and psychological treatments of depression work best when combined, but that – more provocatively – psychological treatments have material effects on the nervous system. Freud’s work was prescient in understanding this essential intimacy of neurology and words. The choice between Freud and Prozac (to use Bell’s shorthand) turns out to be less ideologically and medically definitive than we have been led to believe in the post-war, post-Freudian, pro-pharmaceutical years of the twentieth century. Psychoanalysis and psychopharmacology are not competing ideologies of depressive malady – they are different lines of attack into the same bioaffective system. Which line of attack, for how long and at what level of intensity is an issue for each individual in consultation with their mental health practitioner and in accordance with that patient’s circumstances, anxieties and emotional preferences. It is not an issue of principle or politics that can be adjudicated in advance (and for this reason it is exceedingly difficult for those not working at the psychological coalface to know whether or not antidepressants are being over-used). The pro-Freud/anti-Freud, pro-drug/anti-drug debates that have occupied the political field since the anti-psychiatry movement of the 1960s are becoming less potent as we see growing sophistication (and increasing collaboration) in psychodynamic and psychopharmaceutical research. In the years to come, the difference between treating a depression biochemically and treating it psychologically may be less fraught than we currently suppose. With this future in mind, Bell’s call for a greater variety of resources for treating mild to moderate depression need not also be a battle cry against psychopharmaceuticals.
Perhaps most importantly of all, what Freud is advocating in his treatment of hysteria is not an acceptance of common unhappiness, but the building up of psychic robustness so that life’s misfortunes and heartbreaks can be understood and worked through. This kind of robustness is precisely what depressives (major and minor) lack. Without this psychic strength, every blow – even the smallest – is amplified in force. The damage from being battered by the quotidian events of life ought not to be underestimated. For many, many patients, antidepressants have proven themselves to be an effective bulwark against such everyday battles. Freud himself struggled for the last decades of his life, without the aid of psychopharmaceuticals, to find his emotional equilibrium and buoyancy after the death of his favourite daughter and a grandchild, the exhausting effects of professional battles, the deprivations the Great War had inflicted on those living in Vienna, and then finally the onslaught of cancer. Readers of Bell’s essay who are dissatisfied by her disregard for the harmful effects of mild depression may want to look at Peter Kramer’s new book Against Depression. Kramer (the author of the 1993 bestseller Listening to Prozac) argues that chronic low-level depression eats away at us not just psychically, but also physiologically. Far from being benign, the dysthymic complaints of the worried well register a serious attrition of psyche and nerves. There are no gains to be made from moderate depression (as Bell contemplates), and no excuses for letting it proliferate among individuals or across the culture under the romantic ideal of artistic genius, comedic spark or existential rumination.
What we need in the public sphere is a greater empathy for what depression – even when minor – feels like, and a wider awareness of the damage it does to our emotional strength, our relationships, our bodies and our capacity to work and play. One of the things that chronic low-level depression may do is make those so afflicted unlikeable and tedious. Further distaste, elicited under the shaming rubric of the “worried well”, only makes the political and emotional challenges of dealing with depression that much harder.
Elizabeth A. Wilson
THE WORRIED WELL
Correspondence
Gail Bell writes evocatively and well. Worryingly well. As an “opinion piece” her essay advances valid concerns about the current use and application of antidepressant drugs in our society. But it is also an “edgy” essay and the edginess makes it difficult to make this a frisson-free response. Let’s look at the essayist’s style before addressing issues of substance, for the question is whether such polemic dressed in the cloak of reason leads to unbalanced conclusions.
Bell’s essay starts with a vignette of Angie. It is an amorphous vignette, so we do not know whether Angie has a primary mood disorder, another psychiatric condition, is suffering from a mix of illicit and prescribed medication, is experiencing a side effect of prescribed medication or is merely “overwrought”. In the absence of such information, any response by a health professional to the question of whether she should stay on antidepressant medication is straightforward. But Bell’s own interpretation of her response is telling – she says she provides “the tame dove answers of my white-coat training”. Commonsense and prudence alone would suggest that she encourage Angie to be reviewed by her health practitioner – as she did – but Bell’s “tame dove” reference suggests, also, a frustration with an assumed health hierarchy and a wider dissatisfaction with the management of depression by health professionals. While health professionals can defend themselves against her anti-allopathic rhetoric, the harm lies in the fact that many depressed patients will be unsettled by her essay.
While I share some of Bell’s concerns, I would like to offer another perspective on several issues. First, some history. As Bell notes, there has been a longstanding division of depressive disorders into two principal “types”. The first, once called “endogenous depression”, now “melancholic depression”, is the quintessentially biological type, with a strong genetic contribution, underpinned by a number of derangements in biological functioning and having some stereotypical features. While minimally responsive to placebo and talking therapies (psychotherapy and counselling), it is highly responsive to physical treatments, including antidepressant drugs.
The second type, once variably called “exogenous”, “neurotic” or “reactive”, was more likely to be brought on by the impact of a stressful life event perturbing an individual with certain vulnerability factors (e.g. personality style), and therefore was best addressed by psychotherapeutic strategies.
This simple binary model – for both modelling and treating depressive conditions – made decisions about antidepressant drug therapy relatively simple. Argued since biblical times, it held sway until the middle of the twentieth century, but lost currency as a consequence of several key changes that, in turn, progressively clouded our capacity to understand “depression”.
The first antidepressant drug (the tricyclic drug Imipramine) was “discovered” a little more than fifty years ago. The manufacturers, Ciba-Geigy, did not wish to take that drug to market as their analyses indicated that there were insufficient depressed people in the world for the drug to return a profit, and it was only after strong protest advocacy in the United States (by consumers) that it was released. When we consider the sales of antidepressants over the last decade, that judgment by Ciba-Geigy may seem inexplicable. But “depression” in the middle of the twentieth century essentially comprised severe expressions of “biological depression” (psychotic or melancholic depression) that resulted in a percentage of people being hospitalised, generally in asylums as few general hospital psychiatry units existed. Such connotations meant that “depression” joined with other severe mental illnesses in being stigmatised, discouraging the many with “less severe” expressions from attending health practitioners. Diagnosis and detection were therefore limited.
Now, for the first time, there were drugs that were strikingly effective in assisting those with melancholic depression. And in medicine, when any therapy is discovered to be useful for a target condition, there is a rapid move to test its efficacy beyond its initial boundaries. Such diffusion compromises clarity, even when the “disease” model is well-defined, but in this case the phenomenon was also wedded to a new “muddy” definition of depression.
The template for modelling and treating “depression” was radically changed by the introduction of a North American model for categorising psychiatric disorders. The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders – Third Edition (DSM-III) was published in 1980 by the American Psychiatric Association. In the preceding decade, senior American academic psychiatrists had become increasingly concerned about the psychoanalytic emphasis in North American theorising and practice. They could see psychiatry losing its roots in medicine and risking irrelevance. They sought to bring psychiatry back into medicine by emphasising psychiatry’s biological focus and instituting a strong scientific approach. DSM-III categorisation involved “structured criteria” for disorders (to ensure scientific reliability) but unfortunately ignored any consideration of cause or aetiology.
The DSM-III model characterised depression as a single disorder that varied in severity, duration and persistence. It was a model that described a unitary concept with various “dimensions”, and therefore introduced pseudo-categories of “major depression” and “minor depression”. Yet while the diagnosis of “major depression” has gravitas, in reality it is non-specific – a “muddy” definition. An individual is required to have a significantly depressed mood for at least two weeks, have some degree of impairment, and several symptoms such as appetite or sleep disturbance, loss of energy and loss of interest and pleasure in usual activities. While the DSM-III description of a characteristic “major depressive episode” largely captures the severe biological melancholic depressive disorders, the clinical criteria listed for “major depression” were structured according to one of the guiding principles of DSM-III – to have such criteria “describe the lowest order of inference necessary to describe the characteristic features of the disorder”. Thus, while an individual with melancholic depression might experience such profound and pathological guilt that they feel it their duty to kill themselves, the relevant DSM-III “guilt” criterion now allowed “thin” symptoms such as “feelings of worthlessness and self-reproach” to build to a new definition of “depression”.
Thus, after 1980 “clinical depression” was re-defined, with the “bar” for meeting a diagnosis set low, resulting in many more people with varying levels of depression being diagnosed as a “clinical case”. “Depression” moved from (predominantly) “disease” status to encompass a range of conditions: diseases, disorders, syndromes, predicaments and possibly extensions of normal mood states – although the “new” definition tended to position all such “conditions” as “disease” states.
The redefinition of clinical depression not only led to much higher diagnosed prevalence rates of current and lifetime depression, but now the majority of identified sufferers had the “less severe” non-melancholic or “atypical” expressions, where the role of the tricyclic antidepressants had been shown to be less useful.
The homogenising DSM-III model had a powerful effect on the approach to treatment. Rather than progressively develop a matrix where identified depressive types were married with preferential specific drug and non-drug treatment strategies, an “integrative” movement occurred. “Integrative” theories conceded that clinical depression could be caused by many factors (e.g. genetic, developmental, psychosocial), but these individual nuances could be ignored as they were all channelled along a “final common pathway” to create “major depression” – a muddily defined pseudo-entity that has become entrenched, homogenising multiple expressions of depression, irrespective of their biological, psychological or social cause.
Predictably, subsequent research into this “entity” has failed to identify consistent causes. Perhaps more importantly, when quite different treatments for “major depression” are compared in randomised controlled trials, all appear comparable in their efficacy. Thus, antidepressants of differing classes tend not to differ from each other or from the major psychotherapies or even from “natural” remedies, such as St John’s Wort, in their efficacy.
We should not be surprised by such an opaque result. Test a treatment non-specifically (i.e. as a universal treatment, relevant across the board) for a non-specific pseudo-entity like major depression, and we should anticipate a non-specific result, with all treatments given a guernsey. In essence, the dodo bird verdict: “All have won and all must have prizes.”
Another effect was the emergence of contending colonisers, each seeking to occupy the new territorial map, and each offering a simple view of the muddy landscape. The majority view (reflecting the “new biological psychiatry” and the influence of the pharmaceutical industry) now interprets major depression as a biological condition reflecting a “chemical imbalance” quite independent of personality, and requiring correction of the perturbed neurotransmitter circuits by the prescription of an antidepressant drug. A contending view comes from psychologists who argue that major depression is the consequence of a faulty “attribution style”, and requires cognitive behaviour therapy. And other professionals put forward their own singular treatment modality as the best means of treating “it”.
In essence, a procrustean model has developed whereby the individual’s condition is fitted to the therapist’s discipline or training rather than the therapy being “fitted” to the characteristics of the individual’s disorder. This is quite at variance with the standard medical model and of great concern. Imagine if you had clinically significant breathlessness (“major breathlessness”). You would not expect a general practitioner to prescribe a treatment merely on the basis of that non-specific diagnosis only. You would expect your health practitioner to identify the cause (e.g. asthma, pneumonia or a pulmonary embolus) and then rationally derive a cause-weighted treatment.
It is held that destigmatising depression (a process which has been extremely successful) requires a simple definition. Characterising depression as an “it”, and encouraging recourse to diagnosis and treatment, is the message that dominates most campaigns. Unfortunately, many health professionals have also adopted a simplistic and erroneous model, one that compromises treatment for many sufferers. It seems to us – at the Black Dog Institute – that it is just as easy to communicate a more realistic “horses for courses” model (i.e. that there are many types of depression, some which respond best to medication, others to certain specific psychotherapies, others to support and counselling). We argue that health professionals should seek to establish and disseminate diagnostic and treatment matrices, as are produced in other areas of medicine (e.g. best treatments for differing cancers, for managing differing types of diabetes).
The redefinition of “depression” to include a majority of non-melancholic conditions coincided with the introduction of the narrow-action SSRI antidepressant drugs – and with many sufferers of these “less biological” depressive disorders finding them beneficial. For the first time in my professional career as a psychiatrist, I encountered patients (and people at social gatherings) talking comfortably about how an SSRI antidepressant had aborted their depression and allowed them to function again. Most had a non-melancholic depressive disorder. The benefits of SSRIs stemmed not only from an antidepressant action but also from an apparent capacity to mute emotional dysregulation and worrying, modifying the response to stress and assisting many out of depression, as well as decreasing the chance of recurrence. It was clear that the new SSRI antidepressants were of benefit for a percentage of people with depressive conditions who – previously reluctant to seek help because of stigma – had suffered in silence and in depression-induced darkness.
Because many of these people appear to be functioning well, they risk invoking the “they should pull their socks up instead of taking medication” response. But we have all seen people with medical conditions (e.g. diabetes, blood pressure, cancer) who appear to be functioning well. Do we challenge their right to take medication and diminish them with ad hominem statements inferring self-indulgence or “spinelessness”? It is on this issue that I part company with Bell, for her views risk activating such responses.
Clearly, the SSRIs were promoted over-enthusiastically by the pharmaceutical companies and by many health professionals. While their side-effect profile is only marginally superior to that of the older antidepressants, we initially misjudged the reality that, like most medications, they do have a number of significant side effects for a percentage of people, and can be less effective than the older broad-action antidepressants for managing the melancholic depressive disorders. Nevertheless, a confluence of factors had set the scene.
“Depression” as redefined had a much higher prevalence than had been previously quantified; its non-specific definition allowed the new antidepressant drugs to be positioned as a universal (“one-size-fits-all”) therapy; and drug therapy was cheaper and easier to roll out than psychotherapy. This model also delivered a much broader market to the pharmaceutical industry. And finally, sufferers of a “chemical imbalance” were not blamed for it, nor did they need to contribute to making a recovery from their depression.
As with the take-up of any effective drug (in any area of medicine), excessive enthusiasm has tempered over time. Steroids are another example of this. Initially perceived as wonder drugs, their extremely troubling side effects for a percentage of people were progressively identified and they were also found to be less effective than first judged. The same phenomenon has occurred with the newer antidepressants, with all the passion of a new relationship and its course reflected in the literature. Kramer’s book Listening to Prozac captured the proselytising evangelical infatuation stage, echoed in initial media reports. Later, the media became less endeared with the SSRIs (a “so what, everyone’s on them” scenario), with Beyond Prozac and Prozac Nation capturing a drift from fidelity. And in recent times, the backlash evidences a falling out of love, with stories emphasising the side effects of the SSRIs, criticising the pharmaceutical industry and sensationalising any real risk of SSRI-induced suicidality – as captured in the book Let Them Eat Prozac. “Divorce” is now in the offing … some antidepressants risk being withdrawn from market or having their prescription markedly curtailed.
It is human nature to respond in anger when we have invested our faith in something and been disappointed when it falls short. The story is a regrettably common one in medicine (e.g. L-Dopa for Parkinson’s Disease; HRT treatment) and therefore not unique to psychiatry. The risk is in throwing the baby out with the bath water.
How to proceed when there is a dumb model for the depressive disorders out there, which homogenises multiple depressive types to “depression as an ‘it’”, which ignores cause, and which encourages a view that treatments are universally relevant? In such circumstances, it must be expected that some individuals will be “under-treated” (e.g. those with a melancholic disorder who fail to receive a physical treatment) and others effectively “over-treated” (e.g. those who neither need nor respond to an antidepressant drug, and who receive a seemingly endless parade of drug therapies). Mismanagement of depression occurs as much from errors of omission (e.g. a therapist giving meandering chicken-soup advice to a sufferer month after month) as from commission (e.g. excessive reliance on medication), and it is the paradigm failures across the board – not just those associated with antidepressant medication – that need to be identified and addressed. As noted earlier, I argue for more horse sense – respecting sub-typing and differential treatment recommendations, a “horses for courses” paradigm that allows situations when an antidepressant (and the right one) is necessary and sufficient, when it is best viewed as an adjunct, and when it is irrelevant or inappropriate.
Now, to return to Bell’s key points. Firstly, she is concerned about “the stratospheric increase in antidepressant prescribing”. This disquiet about increased prescribing of a drug, echoed by many journalists, is rarely expressed in the non-psychiatric domain of medicine – and often has stigmatising undertones. If not a cost issue, the salient parameters should be utilitarian ones at the community level (is the expansion in prescribing associated with more people being helped out of their mood state?) and cost-benefit ones at the individual level (if trialled on an antidepressant, does the individual – and their clinician – judge the benefits to outweigh the costs?).
My concern is with Bell’s ad hominem “pull up your socks” stance towards many with depressive conditions. The title The Worried Well joins with a term that I have never previously heard – “misery-chic” – as misanthropic, trivialising and belittling. The risk to her assertions is that, in seeking to damn those engaging in cosmetic psychopharmacology, she unfairly demeans those with significant mood disorders. Such people already have enough of a struggle dealing with the black fog of their dis-ease, without having to doubt whether they now should continue with the medication that they had thought to be both valid and helpful.
Just as with the proverbial elephant in the room, the elephantine abstract concept of “major depression” tempts all of us to tunnel-vision – a monolithic understanding of depression and a for-or-against approach to antidepressant medication. In the same way that one might discuss footballers solely in terms of their athletic prowess, ignoring any antisocial behaviour, or vice versa, such one-eyed and stereotypical generalisations risk a lack of perspective. For some depression sufferers, antidepressant drugs are life-savers, for others life-enablers, for others of no use, and, for a percentage, a form of medication that makes things worse because of its irrelevance or side effects. The balance can be influenced by clinical sophistication in melding the art and the science. Clinicians who practise according to a sophisticated and richer model, who understand when to prescribe an antidepressant, who inform patients about salient side effects and provide pre-emptive strategies to reduce their chance or their effects, will continue to advance the management of depression. But, even in such optimal circumstances, our ability to successfully predict individual responses in advance remains unsatisfactory – but the same caveat applies to non-drug approaches to depression and to many non-psychiatric conditions.
Bell’s polemic embodies the frustrations of the disappointed and the sceptical, and perhaps her own disappointment when an SSRI failed to meet her expectations. However, extrapolation of her inner world to a world view is of greater concern when it is wedded with an austere solution. Her essay finishes with a thought that is edgy at best but puritanical in its import. Bell ponders how realistic it is to turn back the clock to when treatments were simpler, non-drug based and “traditional” (“a good night’s sleep and a bowel movement”). Medicine has allowed many choices (e.g. childbirth with anaesthesia vs natural childbirth) and we benefit from such advances. Extrapolating from romantic and simplistic visions of “the good old days” – which never were – risks shaming many into suffering in silence.
So, while I share many of Bell’s concerns, she diminishes the fact that the depressive disorders are painful and disabling, and so distorts the meaning and value of her analysis. A lack of balance, chemical or otherwise, is, at the end of the day, a lack of balance.
Gordon Parker
THE WORRIED WELL
Correspondence
In a world where kids are routinely dosed with amphetamine variants to change their behaviour, and thousands upon thousands of people are persuaded that their misery is a “disease” unrelated to their lives or the society they live in, Gail Bell’s essay is a fantastic demolition job – and all the more powerful for the manner in which it combines front-line experience with reflection and scholarship.
As I read it, Bell’s argument is that the key causes of the whirlwind of antidepressant prescription are to be found in a range of commercial and ideological practices. Bell describes how Merck fashioned the idea of undetected depression around its first antidepressant drug in the 1950s, to create an illness (and has continued doing so ever since). The tricylics became staples of GP-prescribing in the ’60s and ’70s at the same time as a culture of individualism and personal fulfilment developed – thus the second major cause became the widespread belief that one had a “right to be happy”. As neurology developed and SSRIs entered the market, the markers and understanding of self as depressed (rather than “miserable” or “blue”) became widespread, and people began presenting to GPs with implicit and explicit demands for drugs. GPs, by now overwhelmed with such patients and with limited capacity to offer counselling or referral, became increasingly likely to resort to prescribing such drugs – even when they knew that the cause of such moods was probably transient emotional exhaustion. Eventually they too, and pharmacists like Bell herself, found their thinking colonised by the physicalist model implied by the drug companies – depression was overwhelmingly a product of a neurochemical imbalance.
Bell is not an anti-psychiatrist in the manner of Szasz, nor is she a stiff upper lip depression-denialist. But my impression is that that she believes that the modern condition of depression is overwhelmingly a constructed one – made by corporations and then patients out of a mix of the raw materials of eternal conditions such as melancholia. Antidepressants have a place, because we would not want to deny people the free choice to use whatever works, but it would be better if people could pursue the cures offered by someone such as Burton in the Anatomy of Melancholy – living well, taking care of ourselves with food, wine, sleep, friends.
In arguing that a lot of what is self-labelled depression can be treated by living better, slowing down and other non-prescription pursuits, Bell has my complete agreement. Nevertheless, in diagnosing the causes of the antidepressant phenomenon I think Bell has missed a whole level of social life and social process, and that the absence of such an account makes it impossible for her to formulate a decisive answer to the question posed by “Angie”, the troubled, Zoloft-taking, Foucault-reading 22-year-old whose encounter with Bell at a party provides the kick-off point for the essay. At the conclusion, Bell can only say in response to Angie’s existential concerns about taking such drugs, that sometimes we need to do so – a non-conclusion that indicates that the essay has not got at the key questions about depression and drugs.
Let me suggest an alternative interpretation of the current spread of the depression diagnosis. Much of what is currently called “depression” is a new and real social-psychological disorder, produced by widespread transformations of Western societies in the past three decades. In response to these transformations – in shorthand, the media revolution, and the changes to work and home life, and social space and culture – many of us have become more vulnerable to the onset of feelings that selfhood, existence and connection to others have been pulverised, and that meaning and contentment are not only absent, but impossible. Depression and melancholia have existed throughout modernity and before, but a widespread low-grade depression has now become an existential common cold. Yet it is not simply an ennui – it is a more deeply rooted state that differs from a condition such as “the blues”. In some cases (but only some) it produces a real neurochemical change in the subject. In many others it simply produces a view of self as hopelessly miserable – but many such people often latch onto a neurochemical explanation because it offers a simple, quick and physicalised explanation for what would otherwise be interpreted as social failure.
Depression, as an experience and as a social object, is separated from misery by its categorical nature. The depressive cannot remember the feeling of being cheerful or purposeful, cannot imagine the circumstances by which one would become so, or by which one would feel connected to another human being, and so on. Everything has slipped through the floorboards – the world (in the sense of a meaningful place, a field of purpose), the self (in the form of a loss of desire) and others (the internalised presence of loved ones). This is more or less a cultural universal – almost every culture has a term for “sadness without object or without end”.
Yet such experiences are much rarer in traditional cultures, and even in more closely knit and stable modern cultures, than in our own. Why would this be? My suggestion is that in many lives, we see a comparative absence of the structures that shape a stable, meaningful existence. Even a few decades ago, most people lived within much closer networks of kin and neighbourhood. Obviously this was often constricting and frustrating, but it was also the guarantor of a certain sense of real identity, grouped around extended family, clan, neighbourhood, congregation, union, association, whatever. The identity of being X’s son, daughter, wife, husband, a fitter and turner, a Methodist of St Mark’s parish, etc., was, in other words, both internal and external. Not only was one connected to others, one was recognised and known by them – and they by you. A certain minimum, rock-solid selfhood was guaranteed by these relationships, as was a world of relatively stable meaning, mediated by symbols and ceremonies, ethnic, religious, national or otherwise.
Of course such a world was often prejudiced and stifling, a point to which I’ll return. But a solid and meaningful existence was, in effect, a firebreak on sadness. Because one’s worth and self were not dependent on a self-made trajectory of success, career, power and the like, there was less capacity for bad events and disappointments to become all-consuming annihilations, negations of self.
In the past few decades we have swept those social networks away as comprehensively as we have many of the physical neighbourhoods they dwelt in. Much of this has had a positive dimension – people get an education, mobility, travel, befriend and marry outside their ethnicity and so on. But such a world places an extraordinary burden on the individual, since they must increasingly make their own networks and worlds of meaning. Recognition – the sense that we are known and of worth to others – must be earned, and that raises the possibility that we will fail to earn it, and that that failure will be unmitigated. At the same time as this is going on, economic changes – the demolition of the manufacturing base in particular – have reduced the number of places where people can find permanent work and stable workplaces. As the mediating institutions fall away, the individual finds that there is nothing between them and the entire world – now coming in their headset/console as a plethora of images of, increasingly, power, wealth and celebrity. Such images increasingly become the “others” that people – especially adolescents – internalise. By definition they cannot provide a stable world of meaning, nor can they offer reciprocal recognition.
The result is a society whose principal purpose, it can seem, is to make as many people as possible feel like shit as often as possible. All the time. When people have felt like shit for long enough, they go to their GP. By this time they have felt like shit for so long that the psychological factors may – in some cases – have caused physiological changes. When the prescribed antidepressants kick in – in the second to third week of regular use (serotonin levels are elevated immediately by SSRIs, but it takes weeks for knock-on processes, such as re-regulation of cortisol levels, to occur) – the depressed person feels a basic sense of life they had forgotten was possible – the sensuous particularity of the world, and desire within it. Others benefit from the social effect of being medicated: the pill gives hope, evidence of care by another, absolution from failure and the renewed sense of specialness (“I’m a depressive!”) necessary to a functioning ego.
The question is this: have we created a society in which large numbers of people – even when they are in society – do not really feel of it? In the midst of cities, jobs, study, they are more exposed to bad times that can readily tumble into a permanent sense of malaise and reduced energy. We have assumed that human nature, being transformable, is infinitely so – that there is no social-psychological cost to living in a hi-tech, high-mobility world. If antidepressants have any effect above that of a placebo (and we may eventually find that they don’t), it is because we are “hard-wired” for a form of social life which involves reciprocity and mutual recognition, and the prolonged absence of that will have a neurochemical effect.
If that is the case, then antidepressant medication is not properly understood as a treatment for a disease. Rather it is a crude chemical biotechnology designed to re-engineer humans in line with the needs of a global market society. This may explain the paradoxical side effects of “happy pills” – the creation of anxiety and suicidality. Since the physical is only one level of the psychological make-up of a human being, the energy inserted at the physical level can come into conflict with an untransformed unhappiness felt at the level of self. The antidepressants may give people either the energy to feel shriekingly, energetically alarmed about their distress (anxiety) or the strength to do something once and for all about the fact that they still feel worthless, futile and alone.
If that is the case – and such an argument builds on the insights of a whole tradition of social commentary by writers such as Riesman, Sennett, Fromm and writers from the Arena group – then Bell, with the best of motives, has misread the social process that is occurring, and placed too much emphasis on the surface ideological effects of the Prozac revolution – the profit-driven nature of Big Pharma, the mechanistic understanding of the human being advanced by many GPs and psychiatrists. Hence she is at an impasse when confronted with someone who both feels better because of the drugs, but guilty or worried at the undermining of authenticity created by them. The cultural problem is not that SSRIs don’t work, but that they do.
For many GPs and health professionals, however, there is no problem. They have identified an effective remedy for contemporary problems – certainly one that is more effective than either the “stiff upper lip” school, various forms of psychotherapy, or the idea of living well.
However, the problem is that the widespread use of such medicines undermines the cultural framework – the network of social meaning – that it seeks to reintroduce its users to. Like it or not, SSRIs transform the emotional meaning of life events. They’re not tranquilisers – they don’t even things out to blandness – but they do provide a certain level of chemically supplied enthusiasm which would not otherwise be there. If one person within a group is thus reconstituted, it is of no great import. But what if two are? What is the status of a conversation between two chemically altered subjects? Or a whole group of people? And what happens if successive generations of these drugs become more effective at s(t)imulating certain types of emotional response?
It should be clear that at some point in that scenario the meaning of social life drains away. If I can never know whether the laugh or the smile of the other is because of their relationship to me and the meaning of what I have said to them, or whether it is because molecule BX11185G is playing on receptor site DC9122Z, and if they cannot know the same about me, then what is the meaning of our exchange, or our relationship? Once the chemical transformation of emotional life crosses a certain threshold, then that question becomes a central one. The result eventually is a collapse of trust, connection and meaning. Eventually the chemical stimulation of emotion would cease to work, because the emotional webs it sought to counterfeit were no longer there.
Take, by way of example, the figure of Angie, whom Bell introduced. She is not-untypical – humanities-educated, ambitious to take a place in the cosmopolitan global world, eager for an experience of depth (else why would she study philosophers and theorists), yet seemingly crushed by both some violence in her past and a sense of the world’s indifference (“I’m not going to commit suicide. I haven’t made my mark on the world”). Zoloft enables her – or she believes it does – to acquire some of the personality traits necessary to making her mark – a degree of energy and confidence which will get her to New York, where she “falls in love with a skyline”. When she gets there, like as not, she’ll meet people very much like her – on or off various combinations and versions of antidepressants and anti-anxiolitics. What is going on when a bunch of people from around the world are having a conversation, and they’re all on an antidepressant? Is anything happening at all? Or, in the pursuit of difference has she simply encountered a mass-produced sameness? In looking for an experience of depth has she come into a more superficial experience? The journey to New York was – as all such journeys are – not just about what one sees, but about what one becomes, about individuation. Yet if the prerequisite for “becoming” is to use a chemical to bypass some of one’s fears and anxieties, what has one become? And once again, if that can be got away with on an individual basis, what happens to the meaning of experience when a significant number of people are doing it?
Such concerns are usually labelled as science-fictive by the enthusiasts for chemical alteration. Taken in isolation, they are. A range of new miracle pills are, of themselves, not going to turn us into autonomous emotional zombies. However, there are two key qualifications to make about that. The first is that, in areas of social life where antidepressant use has become so widespread as to be dominant, it has, I believe, contributed to a cultural change – in particular, to a higher degree of atomisation and emotional solipsism. There are other factors in this, but mood control pills contribute to a wilful dissociation from social life – from seeing what one is as connected to what one does, or is a part of. The second caveat is that the current generation of pills are so crude in effect that they do not, of themselves, have the capacity to more exactly reprogram the brain. But with the rise of genetic medicine (as Bell notes) future generations of drugs may allow for a much greater hi-tech manipulation of one’s emotional states. Whether or not that sounds like something from a Philip K. Dick novel, it is worth starting to think about what sort of effect it would have on a culture.
What many people want to avoid by using antidepressants is the process of reflection and rethinking by which one’s fears and dark areas are reclaimed, and by which authentic relations with others are built. And who can blame them? Our culture – especially in the last five to ten years – has become one in which strength, aggressiveness, selfishness and hardness have become the cardinal virtues. The hard-bodied ethos of the gym, the competitive nature of contractual and outsourced work, the visibility of enormous wealth, the surgically enhanced standards of beauty, and the theme of social-life-as-competition (à la Big Brother) have become central motifs. Even in areas of public emotional life – pop music, TV shows like Oprah – the “touchy-feely” content is frequently subsumed under the idea of shaping oneself for maximum success. Part of this is an inheritance of the individualistic strands of the ’60s and ’70s (the “me” decade), but these ideas have been substantially transformed – the introspective and pastoral dimension of the “me” decade has been discarded (thus Angie rejects psychotherapy by describing it as “live your dream”-style blather) and the individual self-shaping has been fused with the cultural and economic imperatives of neo-liberalism. This is one step on from “greed is good” – it is not money per se, but power, recognition and the capacity to “make a mark” that one shapes oneself towards. What could be more self-defeating than to detour via the introspection and self-disassembling of therapy? What could be worse than to admit that something is wrong?
So where does that leave us? On the basis that the indefinitely expanding use of mood-modifying drugs is culturally contradictory, we can suggest an ethos for chemical therapies that gives one something more to say than Bell’s comment that a younger generation finds the contradictions easier to live with. We could say, for example, that in most (but not all) cases one should try to avoid chemical antidepressants until one has thoroughly explored the reasons for the feeling – with or without some form of guided psychotherapy. There is something inherently pointless about making such pills one’s first (or second) resort if one’s aim is to explore the deep experiences of life that might be offered by the writings of Foucault or a city such as New York.
At the same time we can say that there is a chemical dimension to our emotional lives, and that chemical solutions are much better as a later, or last, resort than as an earlier one. An extreme humanist response – never use antidepressants – is silly and futile, given what we know about the relationship between self and brain. And there are cases – people with a family history of bipolar disorder (manic depression), for example – where it is reasonable to try chemical solutions much earlier, because the condition itself can be reasonably supposed to be genetic in origin, and part of a relatively autonomous neurological process. It is also possible (though more hypothetical) that victims of sustained violent child sexual abuse have been “neurologically scarred” by traumatic events that occurred at a time when the brain was still in development and that some – but not all – such people may require some mood stabilisation prior to trying to work through problems and issues at the psychological level. The point is that all such suggestions – tentative and exploratory as they must be – are a product of our developing understanding of the self–brain relationship. Rather than throwing up our hands and treating these as insoluble contradictions, or thinking wishfully about a pre-scientific world of “melancholia”, we have to take the opportunity science offers to come to a fuller understanding of what it is to be human, and build a relatively complex ethos of psychiatry on its foundations.
Of course this will often fall on deaf ears. You only live once, and many people feel an urgent existential demand to “get a life”. Who wants to be told that they should try to work and think through their problems? Even the argument for psychotherapy is of limited use since some forms of it – psychoanalysis, for example – take people further in the direction of individualising a cultural problem, rather than out towards the world. Psychotherapy – and more general sources of social understanding, such as high-school level social studies – should incorporate a more critical social dimension which helps people to understand the rapid manner in which everyday life is being transformed, and the degree to which issues of power, media and community have a role in forming selfhood. The current depression “epidemic” is a social symptom of a wider cultural problem, rather than a particular effect of more superficial commercial practices and ideologies.
Guy Rundle
STOP AT NOTHING
Response to Correspondence
Writing a longer piece, with some lead time in the publication schedule, about any figure at the mercy of fast-moving events is always a nail-biting affair. Opposition leaders are particularly perishable, unfortunately, and – researching Stop at Nothing over Christmas and in the first months of this year – I was seized periodically with the fear that Malcolm Turnbull would be on the scrapheap before any of the work saw the light of day. But the one figure who realistically could have upended Turnbull’s leadership at any time, Peter Costello, chose once more not to batter down the door of the leadership, but instead to depart Australian politics as its greatest untested hypothetical.
The parliamentary sitting week of his announcement, which began on 15 June, in fact became a microcosm of Turnbullology. On the Monday, Peter Costello announced that he would not recontest the seat of Higgins. In Question Time that day, Malcolm Turnbull’s elation was obvious. Even as he summoned a hasty elegy for his departing rival, he was unable to contain that million-dollar grin. Turnbull, I wrote in the Sydney Morning Herald, was like a nervous assassin turning up to find that his victim had died overnight of natural causes.
We now know that he also believed himself, on that Monday, to be sitting on a story with the potential to cause intense difficulty for the prime minister and the treasurer – first-hand evidence from a senior treasury official to the effect that the offices of both men had been running political interference on the operation of a car-industry rescue scheme.
On the Wednesday night, a confident Turnbull sought out the prime minister’s staffer Andrew Charlton at the Press Gallery Midwinter Ball, warning him somewhat grandly that he should remember the importance of telling the truth, and delivering some heavy-handed hints about “documentary evidence” that would trip Charlton up should he choose to ignore the advice.
On Friday, the frail and nervous-looking treasury officer Godwin Grech, looking for all the world as though he was in some peril from the watchful senior bureaucrat seated immediately to his left, testified to a Senate inquiry that he had received an email from Charlton asking him specifically to assist the Queensland car dealer John Grant, a friend of the prime minister’s who had moreover given the prime minister a second-hand ute.
Now, as prime ministerial corruption goes, this is pretty thin gruel; Grant in the end received no public aid and the ute involved was proved to be well into its teens and a rust-bucket besides. But, as every Australian knows, a free car is a free car, and when Malcolm Turnbull strode forth on Friday afternoon to demand that the prime minister explain himself or resign, he was at his prosecutorial best.
History, with its customary remorselessness, will record 15–22 June as a bad week for Turnbull, for all that it must have felt like a good one at the time. The email was a fraud, and Godwin Grech a false prophet; Malcolm Turnbull, having staged several secret meetings with Grech, turned out to be his unwitting dupe.
It’s the story of a week in politics. But the story of that week is something else, too; it’s a portrait in miniature of Malcolm Bligh Turnbull.
The longer politicians work in politics, the more they learn about its orthodoxies, its shortcuts and its pitfalls. But they don’t change, not really; and in the leader of the Opposition that week we saw patterns that had developed decades earlier in Malcolm Turnbull, schoolboy, student, journalist, lawyer, businessman and entrepreneur. In the miraculous evaporation of his rival Peter Costello, we catch a glimpse of Turnbull’s lucky streak. In his meetings with Grech, we see the Turnbull taste for adventure and intrigue.
The common wisdom now is that the Opposition leader should have outsourced the clandestine meetings with Grech to an expendable minion, but Turnbull has always done his own stunts. During the Spycatcher trial, Turnbull the barrister rang the British Labour leader Neil Kinnock directly to demand that he do a better job of monstering Margaret Thatcher and her cabinet secretary.
When Turnbull decided to leak the documents that would bury his old mentor Kerry Packer’s bid for Fairfax in the early 1990s, he did so personally and with all the trappings of high drama, calling the Australian Broadcasting Tribunal’s man to a North Sydney street and whispering dramatically during the handover that he feared for his life.
Does this or does this not sound like the same person?
Turnbull the impatient aggressor of the business world was clearly in evidence on the Friday of that fateful week: seeing an opportunity against the prime minister, he gambled everything he had on it. Had Grech’s evidence proved reliable, this investment of political capital would have paid handsome returns. As it is, Turnbull took quite a bath.
Largely, the disaster of the OzCar affair is attributable to a savage reversal of the Turnbull luck: who could have expected a career public servant to behave quite as bizarrely as Godwin Grech did? But the quantum of the damage was increased by the recklessness of Turnbull’s wager.
Since then, we have seen a lot of Turnbull the lawyer – first trying to extricate a workable prosecution against Wayne Swan from the rubble of the case against Rudd, and more recently mounting a technical defence of his own conduct with a point-by-point destruction of his former collaborator Godwin Grech.
If you had any lingering doubts about the difference between John Howard and Malcolm Turnbull, all you have to do is try to picture Howard handling the OzCar affair in the same manner.
David Penberthy, writing on his website The Punch, supplies a previously unrevealed anecdote in which John Howard remonstrates with Turnbull about his defence of the photographer Bill Henson. Meeting Turnbull at last year’s NRL grand final, Penberthy records, Howard playfully grabbed his shoulders and turned him towards the general admission stands, saying, “Look over there, Malcolm. Ninety-five per cent of those people think Bill Henson is a pervert.”
Howard was trying to assist Turnbull; he knows as well as anyone how lumpy a fit Malcolm Turnbull is with the contemporary party he created. And Turnbull continues to find himself torn between the two constituencies whose confidence he needs to win: there is the Coalition party room, and then there is the electorate at large. On the significant issue of climate change, one senses a constant tension between Turnbull’s own views and those of his colleagues; he has been forced to adjust his own pronouncements over the past year, at some cost to clarity, in an attempt to keep the peace.
Someone asked me recently if I would change anything about the essay, had I the chance to fiddle with it in retrospect. Actually, I don’t think I would change much at all. I still believe much the same of Turnbull as I did when I completed the manuscript. He is a fascinating, charming, strange, ruthless person, militantly unbullyable and yet at times seemingly quite exposed.
Who could have watched Australian Story’s profile of him without feeling something for the boy, deserted by his mother, who threw himself into a life of ambition, wondering, “If I work harder and do better, will she come back? Is it something about me that has caused her to leave?”
Turnbull read the essay at his Scone farm, the weekend after it was published. I know this, because he kept me informed of his progress with text messages. He alerted me to two errors, for which I must accept full responsibility.
The first is that, contrary to my account, he did not visit the Playboy mansion to negotiate an Australian publishing deal on behalf of Kerry Packer. Actually, he travelled only as far as Playboy’s offices in Chicago; imagining Turnbull in dressing gown and pipe strolling the bunny-strewn grounds of the mansion, I got carried away with this story and failed to check the exact detail with him, which I regret.
Another error is that the essay names 1989 as the year in which Turnbull, Packer and several co-conspirators launched an exploratory bid for the Sunday Times in London. This is my typographical error; in fact, it happened in 1979. As several correspondents aside from Turnbull have pointed out, the Sunday Times was well and truly in Rupert Murdoch’s hands by then, and has remained there ever since.
These errors notwithstanding, Malcolm Turnbull has been gracious about the essay. Asked about it at a function shortly after publication, Turnbull remarked drily: “I’m sure it will bring many people a good deal of pleasure.” In conversation a week or two after his reading of it, he told me that the only parts that irked him were the things that he regretted telling me; a handsome response, really, as being the subject of an extended profile is never easy for a politician, and Malcolm Turnbull is as sensitive to criticism as any of them.
He isn’t always gracious, of course, and we had our moments over the writing of the essay, but I appreciate his cooperation, knowing that the offering of it could not have been an uncomplicated thing.
Annabel Crabb
STOP AT NOTHING
Correspondence
I did not know until very recently that Annabel Crabb was working on a 30,000-word essay about Malcolm Turnbull for Quarterly Essay. Had I known, I would immediately have called her up and said: “Listen, Crabby, whatever you do, don’t mention The Cat.”
She would have known exactly what I was talking about. It has long been whispered that Malcolm Turnbull is hypersensitive about a widely circulated rumour that he once strangled an ex-girlfriend’s cat (and, for good measure, dumped the carcass on her doorstep).
Journalists across the land understand that Turnbull will go for the editor, the publisher and indeed the entire empire of any newspaper that dares mention The Cat, even in jest. He will extract vast sums for defamation. He will insist upon a written apology. He will personally take the reporter’s scalp, scrape it clean and use it as a soup bowl.
So, no, if you want to get anything like a good conversation going with Turnbull, you don’t mention The Cat.
But Crabb is a brave woman and, like Turnbull himself, she’s not short on personal charm. She clearly understood there was no way to write a proper piece about Turnbull – a piece that captured the flawed brilliance of the member for Wentworth as beautifully as the one she’s written – without mentioning The Cat, if only because his response would tell us so much about the man.
If, for example, Turnbull said that well, yes, actually, the story is true, well then, he’d be a beast.
If, on the other hand, he got all huffy and puffy and started waving writs around, we’d be able to see that he’s a humourless, self-important bully, and therefore not fit to lead the country.
So she took a deep breath and she asked him about it … and he laughed. He laughed and he said: “It’s all completely untrue!” and he went on to explain that yes, there was a cat, and he thinks the cat got run over by a car, and yes, he used to get quite upset when people suggested that he might have had something to do with it because he’s an animal lover (dogs, actually) who would never deliberately hurt an innocent cat, not even one owned by a girl who dumped him.
Now, in his response to Crabb’s questions about The Cat, Turnbull was able to show that he is at once sentimental and passionate, and yet matured in matters of love and life. He can now see the funny side.
But in raising The Cat with Turnbull, Crabb also manages to illuminate what may well be the most important aspect of Turnbull’s personality. He does not like to lose.
You see, before The Cat got run over, Turnbull apparently spent some time writing to the animal. By many accounts, his letters were infused with longing, as he beseeched The Cat to intervene with its mistress on his behalf. Depending on how you look at it, that is either deeply romantic or lock-up-your-bunnies nutty … and in the end, it wasn’t effective.
Turnbull didn’t win the girl’s heart – but by God he tried. Now, there isn’t much that Turnbull has wanted in life that he hasn’t been able to get, including hundreds of millions of dollars, and the powerful and beautiful Lucy Hughes (now Lucy Turnbull) to be his wife.
How does he do it? In part because of what’s been shown above. When he wants something, he wants it badly, and he is happy to invest all he has in making it his. Then, too, he’s usually smarter than the people he’s pitted against. He’s also got a devastating personal charm and when he turns it on, he owns the room.
Crabb tells the story about the time he was asked to speak to a group of Russian Jews. He approached what might have been a difficult assignment by telling jokes about Odessa v Bondi as a bathing destination – in Russian – and before the address was over, they were his.
Turnbull is also indefatigable. Crabb says he “never gives in … he will argue and wheedle and storm and bully” and nag, coax, bluster and persist, and usually it works. He sees the same obstacles that other people see, only he doesn’t see them as obstacles, and he doesn’t read the rules in the same way, either.
Take Turnbull’s decision to enter federal politics. He lives in the seat of Wentworth. It’s the richest seat in the nation. When Kerry Packer was alive, he lived in Wentworth. It’s a seat that covers such suburbs as Bellevue Hill, Vaucluse and Point Piper. It doesn’t quite qualify as “blue-ribbon” Liberal, in part because it also takes in ratty Bondi and scruffy Surry Hills, but it’s been Liberal for a long time and, given that he lives there, Turnbull thought it would be the perfect seat for his entry into parliament.
One problem: Wentworth already had a sitting Liberal member, Peter King, who didn’t want to move.
Now, faced with a conundrum of this type, an aspiring politician might do one of two things: he might wait for the sitting member to retire (or agree to be retired); or he might scout around for another suitable seat. Turnbull appears to have considered these options for half a minute and then decided that no, he’d rather have Wentworth straightaway, and so had King dispatched.
How did he do it? Well, like many of the business dealings that have made Turnbull so fabulously rich, it was, technically speaking, all above board and completely by the book … and yet, were Bellevue Hill the Wild West, we’d say Turnbull strolled up to King in the main street, shot a hole in his forehead, and continued on his way to Canberra.
The next thing that Turnbull wanted was a ministry, preferably in the Howard cabinet, and so he got that; and then, when John Howard lost his seat at the last election, Turnbull decided he should be the next leader of the Liberal Party.
Now, some might describe this as somewhat audacious for a relatively new member not only of federal parliament but of the Liberal Party itself, but Turnbull wouldn’t be one of them. Crabb writes that Turnbull was utterly gob-smacked – truly, he was confused and bemused and amazed – when the party gave the reins to Brendan Nelson instead. Still, it wasn’t long before he’d upset that apple cart, too, and taken the leadership, too.
Now Turnbull wants to be prime minister, and here’s the thing: were the prime ministership one of those things that a person could just seize, like a victory in the boardroom, or indeed the courtroom, it would be Turnbull’s. He’d simply play longer, harder, faster, smarter and dirtier than anyone else. He’d rely on his wit, and his mental strength, his guile – and what Crabb rightly calls his shamelessness – and he would win.
Politics isn’t business, however. Politics requires a different set of skills. It requires leaders who, by definition, are able to get people to follow them.
Does Turnbull know how to gather a crowd? His campaign for the “Yes” vote during the referendum on an Australian republic suggests that yes, he does indeed know how to get the public’s attention.
So then, does Turnbull know how to lead? That’s more complicated. If you’re offering to lead, people will want to know something about where you’re going, and they’re generally comforted by a path that is both well lit and clearly defined. Turnbull’s vision of the Republic of Australia wasn’t either of those things, and his vision for Australia under his prime ministership isn’t those things either, not yet anyway.
Not that any of that really matters right now. Old hands will tell you that anything can happen in politics and probably will but chances are Turnbull won’t win the next election, if only because Labor won’t lose it.
That being the case, the only question that really matters is: can Turnbull survive the loss? Personally, of course he can. He lost the debate about the republic. It hurt like hell, and Turnbull said some things that showed precisely how passionately he was invested (specifically, that John Howard would be remembered as the prime minister who broke the nation’s heart), but after a few days he dusted off and got back to work, probably stronger for it.
His bigger problem, surely, will be surviving as Liberal leader after losing the next election. The Liberal Party isn’t traditionally skittish but there is a chance that when Turnbull loses, the party will dump him in favour of poor old Joe Hockey, and if it does, well, that will be an outcome partly of Turnbull’s own making. As Crabb says in her essay, Turnbull took the leadership when he did – which is to say, at least a full term too early – because his Achilles heel, or one of them, is that’s he’s impatient. It was there and he wanted it badly. He couldn’t wait and so, for better or worse, it’s his.
Caroline Overington
STOP AT NOTHING
Correspondence
Biography, Oscar Wilde once quipped, lends death a new terror. For public figures today, however, the spectre of the biographical eye often arrives much sooner, sometimes long before a career has begun to approach its peak. The results of these, what we might call biographies-in-progress, are often vaguely disappointing if not annoying to subject and reader alike. When a reporter asked John Lennon, then in his twenties, what the highlight of his life was, he wryly replied that he hoped it hadn’t happened yet. A biography-in-progress also carries many dangers for a public figure, particularly a politician on the rise. Following the publication of Annabel Crabb’s splendid Quarterly Essay, Malcolm Turnbull would undoubtedly agree. As a biographer Crabb is something of a smiling assassin, delivering devastating blows in amusingly deft prose, underscoring her reputation as one of the nation’s most astute and entertaining political commentators. At the end of the essay the reader (or this reader at least) feels that they know too much about its subject. Crabb’s portrait of a man who, for all his ostensible charm and undoubted intelligence, will ultimately either fight or forget, is not a flattering one. We get the sense that Turnbull prefers to fight but that he has also, apparently, done a lot of forgetting.
Crabb also uses her exposé of Turnbull to reflect on the evolving composition of the Liberal Party and in this context she drew upon research I undertook into the “Class of ’96”, the cohort of new conservative politicians carried into the House of Representatives on the wave of support for John Howard in that year. Using a methodology known in academic circles as prosopography, I compared the sociological characteristics of the group and, at the same time, examined their first speeches in parliament to see what they told us about their experiences, values and aspirations. My conclusion was that this group represented an important shift in the base of conservative politics; that they were very much the same sort of person who had helped to produce the landslide at the ballot box in 1996. They were “Howard’s Battlers”. In terms of motivation, it struck me that they had, in many cases, been politicised by the experience of Labor in office.
In concluding my piece I committed a sin that tempts all political historians sooner or later: prediction. Given that many of the “Class of ’96” had entered parliament on the back of a substantial swing (many had not been expected to win by the party hierarchy), I pondered whether the change in the Liberal Party that they represented would survive a swing back of the electoral pendulum. As Crabb has shown, on one level I was completely wrong: twenty-three of the thirty-six members of the “Class” have survived. Many enjoyed ministerial careers during the Howard years and some, such as Joe Hockey and Turnbull’s predecessor, Brendan Nelson, have occupied prominent positions on the right of politics. But what about the broader question of institutional change? Crabb’s essay prompts me to investigate this issue further.
Immediately of note is that since 1996 the parliamentary Liberal Party has continued to undergo a root and branch renewal with at least seven new members joining its ranks at every election: twenty-nine in total over the course of four elections. There is a need for a detailed study of these individuals, which space does not permit here. There is scope, however, to briefly examine a sample. Let’s focus on the seven new members, which included Malcolm Turnbull, elected in 2004. Let’s call them, rather predictably, the “Class of 2004”.
As Crabb notes, Turnbull is keen to suggest that he did not enjoy a privileged upbringing. The carefully told story of his father, a single parent, struggling to pay young Malcolm’s school fees is only spoiled by the fact that father’s avocation was real-estate broking – buying and selling hotels – and the school in question was Sydney Grammar, arguably one of Australia’s most exclusive. For Crabb, Turnbull’s artifice is part of his burning desire to be liked but it is also an indication of the importance of the “ordinary” in modern politics. Two hundred years ago privilege was a requirement for office; today it is almost an insuperable obstacle. A test of this will be the fate of Victoria’s Liberal Opposition leader, Ted Baillieu (known by the compelling sobriquet of “Ted the toff from Toorak”). Is Ted unelectable because of his undeniable upper-classness? It will also be instructive to follow the fortunes of the leader of the Conservative Party in Britain, David Cameron. Unlike the decidedly ordinary John Major and his numerous short-term successors, Cameron’s blood is blue: he is a direct descendant of King William IV.
Like Turnbull, many in the Class of 2004 highlight their ordinariness (and implicit lack of privilege). Jason Wood’s alma mater is Ferntree Gully Tech in the foothills of the Dandenong Ranges; Andrew Robb grew up in the predominantly working-class dormitory suburbs of Epping and Reservoir on Melbourne’s sprawling northern fringe; Louise Markus’s father was a stonemason who died young, leaving her mother to struggle to put her daughters through school; Michael Keenan’s mother was the daughter of a tram mechanic who had left school at fifteen; his parents ran a small clothing store in country New South Wales exposed to the vicissitudes of the economy. Others are keen to point out the ordinary aspects of their employment history. Andrew Laming was an ophthalmologist before entering parliament but he also lists being a rigger and a gymnasium manager; Michael Keenan was a ministerial adviser and has an MPhil in international relations, but his website also tells us that he worked at Hungry Jacks, Hoyts and various pubs.
There is an echo of Robert Menzies in these experiences – the patriarch of Australia’s most successful political party was born in the harsh 1890s in country Victoria to parents struggling to make a go of a general store. But from the outset Menzies himself was atypical of both the Liberal Party’s parliamentary representatives and its core constituency. The Liberal heartlands remain the more affluent suburbs, but the parliamentary party is increasingly comprised of individuals who have emerged from the broad, ill-defined social strata that characterise middle Australia. In this sense, stripped of his carefully concocted biographical non sequitur, Turnbull is something of a throwback; like David Cameron in Britain, an authentic child of conservative politics.
Crabb has noted that many Liberal insiders are suspicious of Turnbull. Despite his pretensions of ordinariness, many of the Class of 2004 are simply not like him, but is their suspicion also fuelled by the fact that they do not think like him? First speeches give the public a rare opportunity to listen to their representatives relatively free from the restraints of political partisanship. What do we learn about the Class of 2004 when we consider their speeches both separately and in aggregate? Unfortunately, the task involves wading through overly long lists of thanks – meaningless to all but those thanked. In some cases, it also means trying to ignore the pretentious-cum-comical quests for an apposite quotation: among this group, one speaker misattributed some profound words to Edmund Burke, another appallingly misquoted inspiring words by Robert Kennedy.
Nevertheless, an investigation of the speeches is revealing. As Crabb notes, Turnbull is a self-confessed pragmatist, rejecting ideology as an impediment to good government. His first speech was, however, sprinkled with genuflections towards core Liberal principles: the importance of a “culture of initiative and enterprise”; the value of “marriage and families”; the efficacy of “savings and self-reliance”; and the “three Ps: population, participation in the workforce and productivity.”
Turnbull’s classmates were similarly well-versed in Liberal slogans. As in 1996, “family” was mentioned often in 2004, as were “opportunity and freedom,” the “rights of the individual,” “education, personal responsibility and self-belief” and “reducing high personal income-tax rates.” For the Class of ’96, the state was the key problem, a view which also had its advocates in 2004. Michael Keenan, for example, argued that “society should be free to evolve at its own pace without legislators using their considerable powers to try to make it in their own image,” while Dennis Jensen championed “the right of people to succeed in their business, unencumbered by government red tape and restrictions.”
What was notably absent from all these speeches were attacks on the previous Labor government. Jensen railed against “greedy” state governments that “blithely ignore simple fairness in enforcing speed limits,” and Keenan explained that he joined the Liberal Party after he visited Eastern Europe (and experienced its “deadening” Cold War art and architecture), but nowhere were Paul Keating or Bob Hawke mentioned. Laming argued that the language of “downsizing, redundancies, bankruptcies and lay-offs” of the “early nineties” had fuelled his interest in politics, but this was the closest we got to a reference to the Labor years. Even by 2004, it seems Howard’s success had lost the party one of its most powerful motivations of a decade earlier. A week is a long time in politics; eight years a very long time.
In critical areas, however, it is clear that Malcolm Turnbull’s interests and ideas are unlike those of his classmates. Terrorism and the Iraq War featured heavily in the speeches but not in Turnbull’s. Like the Class of ’96, none of the 2004 intake mentioned the Queen; only Turnbull, predictably, given that he had been the long-term head of the Australian Republican Movement, mentioned the “R” word. Turnbull was the only one to speak about the environment and to embrace the challenge of climate change (apart from Jensen, who insisted that global warming was a fallacy: the polar ice caps are, apparently, not melting).
Malcolm Turnbull may well have feet of clay, skilfully laid bare by Annabel Crabb in her biography-in-progress; but on the basis of his first words in parliament at least, he undoubtedly was the dux of his class.
Paul Pickering
STOP AT NOTHING
Correspondence
Annabel Crabb has given us a ripping yarn in Stop at Nothing, with an extraordinary hero (or perhaps anti-hero) who is clearly larger than life, stranger than fiction and scarier than Godzilla. We know that the Liberal Party stands above all for the individual, but in electing Malcolm Turnbull as its leader it may just have taken individualism a bridge too far, as Kevin Rudd would no doubt put it.
Crabb is absolutely right to identify two different Turnbulls: Good Malcolm and Bad Malcolm. Good Malcolm can indeed be terrific company, clever, amusing, erudite and above all charming; like other successful politicians (John Gorton and Paul Keating come especially to mind) he has the ability to disarm and win over even the most hardened of sceptics. But it is Bad Malcolm who tends to dominate, and he is the one that those who have experienced both tend to remember. In the process, they dismiss Good Malcolm as a front and a fraud, a mask that the real Malcolm (Bad Malcolm) dons at his convenience but can discard just as easily.
There was an excellent example of this during the so-called Constitutional Convention of 1998, which I covered as a journalist. This, it will be recalled, was the body set up ostensibly to determine whether Australia should become a republic and if so, what model should be put to the people at a referendum. In fact it was rigged by Prime Minister John Howard, who was in charge of the invitation list, to produce an outcome that could be easily defeated.
The alternative, locked in by a promise of the former Liberal leader Alexander Downer, was a plebiscite on the general question of a republic: yes or no? This would probably succeed, a result unthinkable to Howard, an ardent monarchist who announced during the course of the convention that Australia would become a republic over his dead body. Peter Costello, a minimalist republican, was heard to murmur that that would indeed be a bonus.
Anyway, Turnbull went to the convention as the undisputed leader of the republican cause, espousing what became known as a moderate model: a republic in which the president was elected by the federal parliament. While he maintained a semblance of control he was Good Malcolm, persuasive, affable and optimistic. However, as Howard intended, the republicans quickly split into factions, some favouring a minimalist model, which involved no more than changing the name of the governor-general to that of president, and a larger and more vocal group demanding direct election by the people.
Turnbull’s supporters remained the largest single bloc of republicans but they were well short of a majority on the floor of the convention; nonetheless Howard announced that it was their proposition that would be put to the people. His proclamation came at the end of three days of brawling among the republicans, with the monarchists meanwhile playing a somewhat smug spoiling role. As the chaos around him intensified, Turnbull grew more stubborn; it became clear that he now regarded the direct-election republicans as the real enemy, and he refused all pleas from his own supporters to compromise or even negotiate. It was Bad Malcolm at his destructive worst.
In the end the republicans had splintered into irreconcilable subsets with no hope of uniting in a winnable referendum campaign – exactly as Howard had planned. The convention concluded in an atmosphere of mutual loathing, but there was one motion that would have been received with near unanimity. Had anyone summoned up the courage to move “that in the opinion of this convention, Malcolm Turnbull is an unmitigated arsehole,” it would have been passed by acclamation.
This, of course, is Turnbull’s problem; while he can attract admiration and at times genuine support, he has a real knack of alienating those around him. It is a knack which has made life much easier than it should be for his many opponents, both inside and outside the Liberal Party.
The other big problem for Turnbull, which Crabb identifies but fails to resolve, is that it is impossible to work out why he wants to become prime minister or what he will do when and if he makes it. Crabb is, I think, too kind to John Howard in saying that he always had a burning conviction for industrial reform; it is true that he held a lifelong hatred for the union movement, but for most of his career Howard seems to have been motivated mainly by a blind ambition to get back at those who had kicked sand in his face earlier in his struggles: it was all about getting on top and staying there.
But at least Howard held a more or less coherent conservative ideology, and he knew who his enemies were. There was an element of what Turnbull’s old friend and ex-partner Neville Wran replied when I asked him why he wanted to be premier of New South Wales: “To keep the other bastards out,” he snarled. But Turnbull has no deep-seated antagonism for the other bastards; indeed he once flirted with joining them and remains close to many – far too close, according to his Liberal detractors.
He has no grand reform agenda, or if he has, it is a well-guarded secret. He certainly does not have to prove himself, either to his peer group or anyone else; as Crabb’s account makes clear, he has already achieved enough for half a dozen normal lifetimes. It is hard not to conclude that he simply likes the idea of a challenge; he wants the top job just because it is there. And of course, having set his goal, he will stop at nothing to achieve it: Malcolm Bligh Turnbull, PM. And then, who knows? His government would, at best, be a magical mystery tour.
And after a while, he would need a new challenge, but what’s left? Given that Turbull’s ego has now joined the Great Wall of China as the only human construct visible from the moon, let me suggest a new campaign: Turnbull for Pope! That just might provide Annabel Crabb with a fitting climax to her excellent adventure.
Mungo MacCallum
STOP AT NOTHING
Correspondence
Annabel Crabb’s insightful essay on Malcolm Turnbull is revealing, in more ways than one. Through the voices of others it reveals his generosity, which is an admirable quality and should be taken at face value and without cynicism. But strangely, it is through his own voice that a lack of political ideas and, more worryingly, any sense of personal ethics emerges. This is most telling in his account of the Tourang saga, an episode he appears to be proud of.
According to Turnbull, he gave documents relating to Kerry Packer’s involvement in the Tourang consortium’s bid for Fairfax to Peter Westerway, the Australian Broadcasting Tribunal’s chairman. These notes were delivered to Westerway by Turnbull near the Ensemble Theatre in Kirribilli on Sunday, 24 November 1991 (Crabb gives this date incorrectly as 25 November). They had been compiled by Trevor Kennedy, who happens to live a few hundred metres from the site of this after-dusk assignation – a fact unknown to, or unmentioned by, Crabb.
Why did Turnbull do this? Was he concerned that some great injustice needed to be righted? Was he striding into the public hearing to correct this? Well, no – on both counts. He tells Crabb what the motivation was that drove him to his secret meeting, only revealed now, nearly two decades after the event: “I regarded what Kerry was doing as absolutely … it was not only stupid but it was contrary to everyone’s interests.” So, we were hanging in the breeze for the word “wrong” to spring forth, but instead we receive “contrary to everyone’s interests.” In other words, it jeopardised the deal – and Malcolm’s fee, and his directorship.
Ah yes, the directorship. This is a point Crabb misses, and there aren’t many of those. At the time of this incident, Turnbull was still a director of Tourang and hence had a fiduciary duty to the company. Did he inform the other directors of his intended action, or seek their approval? Not at all. Was he acting in the company’s interest? Or did he have some higher motivation? This point is relevant, since there may be circumstances where a director could justifiably act in this way.
Here the question of “moral intent” is critical. It is the question that arises for a whistle-blower of any kind: is the public interest being served above the limited interests of a single corporation?
Again Turnbull proudly answers this question for us. He says about Packer: “… he was taking the view that because he was bigger and richer than me, he could run me into the ground. So I rang [him] and I had a major row with him. I said, ‘If you want to do this, this is it. This is the end. There is no stepping back from this. This is war.’ I told him I’d get him thrown out of the deal. I never make threats I don’t carry out.”
So was Turnbull a bona fide whistle-blower intent on serving the public interest? Hardly. Revenge and personal motives of the basest kind are the justifications that spring from his lips, coupled with an over-blown sense of melodrama.
In this latter respect our hero continues his Walter Mitty musings. “Kerry was, um, Kerry got a bit out of control at that time. He told me he’d kill me, yeah. I didn’t think he was completely serious, but I didn’t think he was entirely joking either. Look, he could be pretty scary.”
Could he indeed, Malcolm? How frightening for you. But what arrant nonsense. I was on Kerry Packer’s boards for years, did business with him for decades, had a few famous fights with him. He wasn’t that hard to stand up to if you had a reasonable degree of intestinal fortitude – and several did. And as for the threat to ‘kill’ someone, I heard it many times and it is ludicrous to suggest it implied murder. You’ll hear it any Saturday at a school football match.
Not only is this story of exceptional bravery related to Crabb, Turnbull even embroiders it a little in spinning his yarn to Westerway. According to Westerway, Malcolm tells him that he, his wife and family were all at risk. Goodness. The mythical revolver hidden in the Packer desk is about to work overtime. Since the beast now lies dead, the brave warrior can step from the darkened streets of Kirribilli into the light of the Quarterly Essay, expecting praise from all – and completely shocked that anyone would listen to his tale and discover in it distinct traces of self-delusion and cowardice.
When I challenged him on his lack of political courage over the Gunns pulp mill issue, his response in the various phone calls he made to me was completely self-obsessed. At no time in any of these conversations did he raise the merits of the argument against the mill; indeed in one he said, “I suspect I don’t like it any more than you do.” And then he caught himself and added, as if he were still a journalist rather than a minister of the crown, “I assume this is off the record.” Well, from that point on it was, although why a minister should ask for a discussion with a citizen over a public issue to be kept confidential is a reasonable question.
Turnbull’s preoccupation in these calls was with his political future, nothing more. “You’re killing me,” he said. “Why are you doing this?” My reply was, and is, because he happened to be the minister responsible for the environment. Contrary to gossip spread by his camp followers, I had no argument with him prior to this and have had none since.
As Crabb reports, Good Weekend in 1988 quoted him as saying: “No one is going to bully me.” He then says of me in 2007: “I will not respond to bullying from Mr Cousins, or bullying from any other person who tries to bully me.” But respond he did. Foolishly, with the political judgment of a rank amateur, he described me as “a rich bully.” It was manna from Heaven.
I was saying nothing on the issue that hadn’t been said before. I was simply a different voice and an unexpected one. An experienced politician would have politely replied: “If Mr Cousins has any thoughts to put, we look forward to his written submission,” and swatted me away like an annoying blowfly. But instead he raised two of his weak points – his noted wealth and his reputation for bullying.
The reason Malcolm Turnbull struggles in these situations to invent the right response is also revealed in Crabb’s essay: “I am not an ideological person. I am a practical person. I come with a long experience in business.” This, apparently, is supposed to reassure the Australian people that he has the right political ideas – a long experience in business. He goes on: “My interest is in things that work … I’m not interested in ideological wars. I’m interested in getting real results for the people of Australia and I am very – I am very, very well aware … of how Australians think.”
If this last comment were true, which by all published evidence it appears not to be, since the polls show Australians to be mainly indifferent to his efforts thus far, the question is, how are we to know what he thinks? As he confesses, there is no ideology, there is no “narrative” as Keating liked to call it, just “real results.” Whether these results are for him or for us will emerge after we elect him prime minister.
Are Australians this gullible? They are not. They see a man whose vision is of him, not of them. They see no depth, just a shallow pond full of mosquito larvae, each of which is ready to hatch and take flight at any given moment, their only purpose being to sting an opponent, either annoyingly, or with a dose of malaria … whatever it takes. Is this what we deserve as a prime minister? Surely the Coalition can produce someone of more substance. And even if that proves difficult, someone of better judgment.
I wrote most of this before the recent “Utegate” debacle, but there it was again – a complete lack of political judgment. The world of merchant banking calls you back, Malcolm. The opportunities may not be quite what they were for the average operator but, in that world at least, you’re no average operator.
Geoffrey Cousins
TRIVIAL PURSUIT
Correspondence
Rudd may as well have had the attention span of a five-year-old.
George Megalogenis berates Rudd (and Howard) for spending far too much time feeding the media. And he is right. With Rudd in office, not a Sunday morning passed as I left church without an email alert outlining the pre-prepared “announcement” for later in the day. Those emails have now stopped.
Megalogenis says that because there was “no grand narrative” to connect the announcements, the bewildering changes of direction left voters confused. But the deeper problem is that they would have been confused in any event.
All Rudd’s flitting from subject to subject and his focus on the polls did was to draw attention away from the hollowness at the core of his program. Looking back, it is apparent that Rudd never had a coherent program going into the 2007 election. I found myself forgiving him case by case.
The claimed benefits of the National Broadband Network were recycled selective quotations from a woefully dated document Labor hadn’t read. (I know this because Labor was unable to track down the source when I asked and seemed alarmed when I tried.)
The computers-for-schoolchildren push showed every sign of being thought up at the last moment (it was certainly announced at the last moment) and was presented without clear supporting evidence that it would help, perhaps because there is no such clear evidence.
The Education Tax Rebate further complicated a tax system Labor later said it wanted to simplify and provided an incentive to parents to do the kind of spending most were doing anyway.
Affordable housing was more of a question than an answer, perhaps because presenting an answer would upset existing home-owners and mortgagees. Social inclusion was an idea in need of definition. The Emissions Trading Scheme was what Howard was having.
Wayne Swan’s policies were particularly poorly thought out. His First Home Saver Account was so badly designed that it would have delivered the highest benefits to the highest earners. After it was redesigned and introduced, Treasury reported, in documents released under the Freedom of Information Act, that “no one uses it.”
Swan’s tax policy, pinched from the Coalition and sold as creating an “incentive to people out there who will work additional hours,” had the perverse effect of pushing up the tax penalty for average earners considering extra work by four cents in the dollar.
It was tempting to cut Labor slack. The Howard government had been becoming increasingly erratic and Rudd and Gillard had been leading Labor for less than a year.
But Swan had held the Treasury portfolio for three years; Macklin had held portfolios including health, education and social security for a decade. Labor had had years to assemble policies which would make sense and work and it hadn’t done so.
In contrast, John Howard brought to the 1996 election policies he seemed to have thought about. Freedom to choose your super fund, government support if you took out private health insurance – these were ideas you mightn’t have liked, but you could tell where they were coming from.
I date the beginning of the end of serious Labor policy effort to 1998. Two years after its election an energetic Coalition was building the case for replacing the Wholesale Sales Tax with a Goods and Services Tax, working on the detail of who would be hit and how they would be compensated in order to put the idea to voters at a new election.
Labor’s leader, Kim Beazley, and his Treasury spokesman, Gareth Evans, unveiled their long-awaited response. They would leave the wholesale tax in place, making just three adjustments – fruit juice would become untaxed, and caviar and business jets would face a luxury tax. That was it. When you looked behind the symbolism, there was nothing, merely the merest pretence of being fit to govern.
Labor continued like that, Howard got worse, and Abbott appears to have applied it as a rulebook for opposition. Need to address climate change? Promise to put electric wires underground. Need to respond to a natural disaster? Talk about building dams.
I agree with Megalogenis about the violence done to the political process by the mining industry’s assault on an elected government in mid-2010, although I am less sure it would have had an effect if we had known what the government stood for in the first place and had had it patiently explained to us.
Within days of the ministerial reshuffle that followed the election I asked one of the winners who had received a portfolio they sought what they wanted to achieve in the job.
I didn’t get a direct answer, merely talk about handling the responsibility well. I was disappointed, but not surprised.
Peter Martin
DEAR LIFE
Response to Correspondence
I am grateful for these responses and agree with much of what the respondents have written. But I would like to point out their almost unrelenting focus on death. Death has come to consume our discussions of how we might improve the situation of the elderly. It is as if we look at an old person and see walking death.
Last week I met with a geriatrician, Professor Joseph Ibrahim, who wanted to discuss his ideas for collaborative research projects. He had just finished a coroner’s department report on premature death in nursing homes. “It receives little attention,” he said. “Few people think any death could be ‘premature’ once you’re in a nursing home. Those last months or years of a person’s life are more precious than we think and do have value.”
Leah Kaminsky states we must first examine our attitudes to mortality if we wish to “meaningfully discuss” the situation of the elderly. Forget talk of improving home, community, residential and hospital care; let’s start with death. She thinks death is becoming “the new black” for the younger generations and that this “rebranding” needs to continue. I would like to remind her that one is now more often than not elderly for decades. Death happens once – it takes seconds, hours or days – but what of all of that life before it? We speak of caring for people who are old and find ourselves concentrating on their last breath, mesmerised (as Paul Komesaroff points out) by our attempts to tame, purify, reduce and regulate death.
To Rodney Syme, I have mocked the concept of a good death. To Stephen Duckett, I have called the rules for a good death “murderous.” My intention was not to mock a good death or charge it with murder, but to point out that we have found ourselves in a situation where our focus, and much of our resource and activism to improve the treatment of the elderly, neglects their life; the longer, greater, more important fraction of old age. There are many types of suffering, there are many ways to intervene, but to the many sufferings of old age our first and loudest response has become death: a good death, of course, but still death.
Syme claims that an “acceptance of death is a prerequisite to a good death.” If this is so, then I fear few of us will have a good death. Who is demanding we welcome and embrace our own demise? Who puts forward this simplistic and trivialising idea, as if death is just another stage of life – wean, menstruate, lactate, retire, hobble, recline, die – as if humanity has not struggled with the mystery, wonder and terror of non-existence for many thousands of years? Doctors, it seems, have discovered the key. We can now burn millions of pages of philosophy, theology and literature; ignore the work of those great writers and thinkers who have come before us. We rage against death from the moment we come into the world screaming for air and milk; our nervous and endocrine systems are primed for our flight from danger; we chew off our arm when it is trapped between boulders. We bolt through our lives in a race against death; it always wins, but this is no reason to concede happily. Often those who welcome death, who run to it with open arms as prescribed, do so from a state of abject despair.
Syme claims that there is an “appalling lack of research into what treatment or care the frail elderly want.” This only highlights medicine’s appalling belief in the omnipotence of quantitative evidence. What on earth would be the form or utility of such research? The frail elderly are not a homogenous group, not in their physical presentation nor in their desire for treatment. We have “evidence” in abundance: it is before us each and every day and must be gathered from and applied to each individual, one by one. There is no “group want” around which we could eagerly construct a beloved protocol – unless we were to construct one and promote it like an item of propaganda, so that it does indeed become a group want. The evidence he seeks can only be gathered case-by-case – by exploring each person’s needs and desires for treatment in their specific and intricate context. If this were not the case, robots could run the hospital, administering evidence-based “care.”
Of the complex clinical situations of my patients Eric and George, Syme advises me that the decision might have been easier if I had asked them what they wanted. Perhaps I did not make it sufficiently clear: both patients were delirious to the point of being unable to speak. And if by “ask them” he is referring to a previously drafted advanced care directive, this would of course have been one of the many pieces of information I gathered to formulate a clinical decision. It is highly unlikely that George would have documented his opinion on a future situation in which he found himself bradycardic and (perhaps as a result of this) fatigued and low of mood, slowly settling into a change of residence and with a treatable infection that rendered him unable to proffer his opinion on whether or not he wanted a pacemaker.
Such a document – championed as the answer to every lack in our system of caring for the elderly – can only ever be one piece of the many pieces of information available to a doctor when faced with a difficult decision. Our default position as doctors should be to treat: when such treatment is not refused, is not contraindicated, is resourced and will not clearly cause torture or clearly have no effect. As in the legal system, where we err on the side of innocence and prefer ten guilty men be free than one man be jailed inappropriately, I would rather ten get a trial of treatment (with the above caveats in mind) than one person die unnecessarily. There is a widespread belief that doctors can guarantee outcomes. We cannot. We operate more often than not in grey zones and often do not know that a treatment is futile until the patient dies. Which is why the intensivists – the ones called to the wards when a patient deteriorates, the ones present when the decision is made to withdraw the trial of treatment – may get a distorted picture of what it is we are doing on our wards. Most of our patients do not need their emergency responses – most of them get better and go home.
Is this unswerving focus on death when we speak of the old not the clearest indication of our society’s unconscious desire (as Jack Kirszenblat states) “to be rid of them”? If only the zealots who promote mandatory advanced care directives, and teach doctors to withdraw treatment kindly in a five-step “communication,” spent as much time and resource on teaching them how to improve a person’s life; that someone’s last years have great value; that someone old is still a named individual; that we should interrogate our prejudices.
I agree with Duckett that “we need to get the balance right in our discussions about death.” He thinks I should have provided stories about those “who die with excessive intervention, those who die a slow and agonising death in the high-tech and frightening surrounds of a hospital.” I did not write Dear Life as a textbook of every possibility. The literature is full to bursting with horrific depictions of such situations, to the point that one is led to believe an agonising high-tech death is the fate of every old person setting foot in a hospital. The discussion has not been at all balanced. I wrote this essay to provide the very balance to the discourse that he requests. We have excellent palliative-care services in most hospitals today. Slow, agonising deaths are not the norm, are not acceptable and are not common. And they receive too great a portion of our attention, leading to a lack of attention on improving the care we give the living. We must balance this obsession with death – as if death is the only outcome we have in mind when we treat someone old – with a discussion on improving life. Improving care has become improving death. We can do this only if we interrogate our belief – proved by our actions and our inactions – that the last years of life have little value.
If the home-based palliative care, nursing and GP services Ian Maddocks describes were available in all regions, and if everyone had ready access to a few thousand dollars a week, then many more would be able to die at home. The choice would truly exist. And it would be a good thing.
We know what the goal of a hospital admission is: to get people well, if possible, and out of the hospital. What is the goal of a nursing home? To care for someone until they die. But what does “to care for someone” actually mean? Inga Clendinnen ignores my caveats and takes me to task on some of my comments about nursing homes. These comments are neither anecdote nor opinion. They are points of fact: there is a vast shortage of adequately trained staff, half of Australian aged-care residents are on psychotropic medications, direct sunshine on the face is rare. The average-sized nursing home has between 100 and 200 residents. Some house up to 400 people. Peaceful nursing-home deaths are possible, but only if staff are skilled and supported. In this way they are as much dependent on “determined nurses” – and an institution’s culture – as the hospital death of which I wrote. It is exactly as Clendinnen states: “The essence of the place comes down to a few nurses.” Not every place has such nurses.
If all nursing homes were like Clendinnen’s, no family would feel guilty and fewer people would be reluctant to enter them. Not everyone has a long list to choose from, nor the funds, wherewithal or discernment to choose; some must go to places to which (in the words of a social worker I know) “you wouldn’t send a stray dog.”
Clendinnen asks why my mother did not “raise Cain” about my great-aunt’s unclipped nails and soiled dressing-gown. One might just as well ask why the abused do not leave their abusers. Power, in the first instance. People fear retribution. But she did in fact complain. Repeatedly. What often happens when a complaint is lodged with an institution? It spurs a great chain of instant action: it is converted to words on a computer, emailed and reviewed; boxes are ticked; files are made; it is responded to “administrivially” – and nothing is changed. State authorities don’t have time to investigate the lack of podiatry services and intervene. They are dealing with suicide, assault, gross neglect and starvation. Read the literature, call the coroners, bless the oasis in which you live.
In highlighting the severe lack of community supports for those who wish to stay in their own home, I am not advocating that we “force women into cruel servitude” to care for their elderly relatives. What I seek is greater support for the many who do wish to remain at home; greater support for those who do wish to care for their parents; appreciation that this care is not merely a “cruel servitude” but can be a mutually valuable and meaningful act of love. We leave the world as we enter it – needing assistance. In some societies in the past, children were not named until they were five years old. They did not enter personhood until then, as the odds of living were stacked against them. Who are the anonymous now?
Clendinnen disagrees that we can at times ask for the opposite of what we wish for, and states that she wants to be obeyed when she decides she wants to die. And yet she tells us of exactly such a situation, and how the neurologist immediately agreed – no doubt indoctrinated to “respect patient choices.” This neurologist had no understanding that – as Komesaroff points out – “A statement supposedly rejecting a specific treatment might in reality be an expression of vulnerability, uncertainty and fear.” How lucky she was to have had another doctor, one who cared enough to do more than simply “respect her human rights” and obey her statement as if they were two computers communicating in an indisputable and unambiguous binary. He talked with her, listened to her, asked her to give him three weeks – which has enabled her to give us all so very much.
Susan Ryan attempts to reduce my essay to a kind of vanity project with me as hero. In contradistinction to this, she states: “What I am advocating – rather than just hoping for the rescue doctor to appear at the end – is dealing with ageism in all its forms, including in hospitals.” I can only conclude that she must not have read Dear Life. Her solution is to embed a human-rights approach in all services and institutions. Unfortunately, her description of a human-rights approach looks like more of the same: protocols and forms, directives and the instrumentalisation of human interaction. Dignity, respect and choice: a handful of catchphrases now empty of meaning and coopted into a rationalistic, bureaucratic, managerial approach to rationed “service provision” that always ends with how and when and by whose hand we will die. Our “human rights” appear to have shrunk to a signed sheet of paper that protects us from non-death. This is inaction disguised as action in the face of an entrenched and pervasive ageism.
I was lying in bed a few nights ago; it was late, I was semi-conscious, and an ambulance shot past, sirens blaring, pushing urgently through the night. And I started to think about ambulances and all they tell us about our community’s attitude towards life, towards health. An ambulance approaches and cars stop, people turn, the neighbourhood awakens, parents momentarily feel a slim wedge of terror. Someone wakes sick in the night and with a single phone call a state emergency vehicle is mobilised to bring them to a hospital all lit up and ready to receive them. Doctors will listen to their story, examine them, fix them or reassure them or alleviate their suffering. The hospital will receive them, no matter who they are. This – we believe – is a “human right.” And yet when Clendinnen called an ambulance for her husband, the paramedics “flatly refused to take him to hospital. I was incredulous; they were firm. So were the team I called the next day. Then it was the weekend, both sons were away, the ‘Doctor on Call’ had no power to do anything.” What a pity, Ryan might counter, that her husband had not acted on his “human right to have an advanced care directive.” It would have saved them the trip.
Karen Hitchcock
DEAR LIFE
Correspondence
In her pertinent and superbly crafted essay, Karen Hitchcock writes: “In my experience, most families and patients do not want to go home once dying begins. If they do, the services are terribly sparse.”
My experience has been different. Twenty-seven years of caring for the dying, in acute public or private hospital, hospice, aged-care institution or at home, has left me in no doubt that, when it can be managed, home is the best place in which to die, and is commonly appreciated as such by many patients and families. True, services to support a home death may be sparse, but it is important not to overestimate what a home death requires, nor to underestimate what can be achieved with quite modest intervention.
Walking the wards of major hospitals as a palliative care specialist, I met practitioners of other specialties and was invited to join in decisions about ceasing active treatment. This is often a difficult time for both specialist and patient; through expert care, things had been going well – with relief of discomfort, regression of disease and hope of a cure or a lasting remission – but now there is disappointment and, for the patient, a feeling of despair. My task is to explore, with patient and family, options for the time ahead, one of which may be home care.
That requires, first and foremost, the presence of a competent and willing family member (“informal carer” is the current jargon), as well as readily available skilled assistance and advice, delivered by telephone and in person.
This assistance and advice is best provided by a palliative care nurse calling daily to assist the informal carer with necessary hygiene, such as a wash in bed, and to review nursing routine and medications. The nurse can arrange equipment for home care, such as a walking frame, hospital bed, shower chair or commode. A doctor familiar with the home scene – a family GP or a palliative care physician like myself – will order the necessary medications, setting a range for each prescription within which the nurse or family can adjust doses, including any delivered by continuous subcutaneous infusion. Further advice is available by phone at all times, and a medical home visit can be made if necessary.
Palliative care is often portrayed as teamwork, and palliative care units have been commended for the comprehensive range of skills they offer to patients and families facing a terminal illness. If the responsibility for home care falls on a single family member, a frail spouse, more assistance will be needed. Sometimes a son or daughter can come for a time (even from interstate), or there is opportunity to buy help. Some charities and agencies have provision for night support to allow the family carer a regular full night’s rest. Private nurse agencies can offer flexible shifts of up to twenty-four hours per day; this can cost as much as several thousand dollars a week, but the time of dying may be only days or a couple of weeks, and a supportive family may find the means.
A well-managed home death is a powerful experience, one for which families consistently express great satisfaction and thanks. And that experience makes an important contribution to the euthanasia debate. As a former health minister, Tanya Plibersek, recently stated, commenting on the death of her father: “For the majority of people, if you get pain relief right and support them to stay in their own home, they won’t choose voluntary euthanasia.”
Before the time of dying, there is commonly a long period of care. According to 2015 statistics from the Australian Institute of Health and Welfare, half of our aged population have begun to access some form of health care four years before death. Dementia is now listed as the second-most common diagnosis leading to death, and is sometimes likened to dying by degrees over a period of years.
Australian health care is a mess. Karen Hitchcock calls it a system of tacked-together fragments, communicating poorly with each other. Its finances are in the hands of non-medical administrators owning separate responsibilities at various levels, and they focus on what can be counted, setting rules for what is allowed within balanced budgets. This infuriates clinicians who are trying to provide whatever is best for their patients, and who recognise “non-financial values” in health care that resist costing.
It is a situation for which there are no easy answers. There is an easy rhetoric, of course, illustrated in the recent statement of principles by the Aged Care Sector Committee of the Department of Social Services. The principles affirm consumer choice, the central importance of informal carers, and that care should be affordable, innovative, responsive to need and universally available. It is also proposed that care be “contestable,” meaning, I suppose, that the provision of care will be open to tender and competition, and represent value for money.
Formidable difficulties attend the implementation of those principles. What can be offered to an individual may depend on whether a “care package” is funded by the Commonwealth, the state or territory, or a private health fund; whether care is delivered in hospital or in a community setting of family medical practice, specialist clinic or aged-care facility; whether private insurance is available and with which health fund (none are great in helping with community care); and whether in an urban or rural location.
It is not uncommon for an older person with several chronic diseases – cardiac or respiratory conditions, diabetes, arthritis – to track around specialist clinics collecting opinions and prescriptions while complaining, “I don’t know who is looking after me.” It ought to be the GP, perhaps, but many GPs do not visit homes these days, nor are they attending aged-care facilities as much as is needed, and are constrained by the round of ten-minute consultations which is best for their practice’s overheads.
At one end of the spectrum of care is the impressive technology of the operating theatre and intensive care unit, which can replace organs and maintain life with extracorporeal oxygenation or circulation. With this sophistication, even elderly individuals facing imminent death from organ failure may be pulled back from the brink. Such an intervention may cost tens – perhaps hundreds – of thousands of dollars. So what is the life of an old person worth? What is it worth for a person facing death to have life extended by a month or two? These are questions frequently approached but rarely resolved, and if met with strict guidelines will arouse much disquiet in many situations.
Our culture has accepted a basic philosophy of growth; it invites us to seek more – more money, speed, power, life. Families are primed to embrace whatever technology can offer, even if it helps for only a brief time and at great cost. Who can say this is wrong? A short time of survival for a loved one may bring great cheer to a family. And if it seemed, looking back, to cause more hospitalisation and discomfort, still, the loved one “was a fighter” and “we did our best.”
Not uncommonly, patients themselves decide they wish to cease futile treatment, and we (doctors, nurses, family members) need to be ready to allow space for them to express this desire. Minister Plibersek again: “I was able to respect his decision to refuse further treatment … because he had told me so clearly that when the time came, I had to let him go.”
Prognosis is more art than science. When I am asked, “How long?” I reply that I do not guess, because I am always wrong, but suggest that it will become clearer as we proceed, and that our best approach will be to make the remaining time as comfortable and meaningful as possible. Each individual is different; there are no right answers. For the physician and care team it means maintaining regular oversight throughout the final journey.
My own octogenarian status makes me increasingly interested in “healthy ageing” with regular exercise to maintain mobility, intellectual stimulus to ward off dementia, social interaction to refresh personality. But unforeseen crises will occur. The current push for writing advanced care directives calls for each of us to be as specific as possible about the kind of care we will expect if facing major deterioration and inability to speak for ourselves. Such directives carry authority, but they are necessarily general and tentative, and should be just one component of a plan, shared with family, to chart a way through the potential deteriorations and isolations of old age. It is complex and uncharted country for each individual, difficult to travel alone. It needs context and help, but where to find it?
Where, in the complex mix of health care, is there ready access to sensible advice appropriate to individual needs and hopes? Not, I think, the 24-hour helpline, nor, always, the GP, whose willingness and ability to guide oldies through our care system is not what it once was. It is not the large hospital, either, focused on its own prowess and staffed by doctors who have worked only in hospitals and have little awareness of community health.
Aged-care facilities could fulfil a major role if they were encouraged to expand, serving their local elderly communities with comprehensive care and becoming, in effect, community hubs for such care. A hub will house a multidisciplinary medical practice, not as a way of further medicalising the inevitable shift towards death, but to give necessary support to all others who offer care in the local community. It will encourage healthy ageing (a gym, a pool, meeting rooms, teaching areas). It will support care in-house and also at home, offering early intervention and respite for episodes of deterioration, maintaining regular review of medications (many oldies are on far too many) and of advanced care directives. Specialists will be encouraged to hold regular clinics at the hub and enlarge their myopic focus; the response to complex crises will be coordinated. Continuing oversight and appropriate intervention will reduce referrals to hospital, and encourage dementia care and palliative care (including in the final days) in the home.
Such a hub will be “owned” by the local community, drawing on the support of council, service clubs, churches and schools. They will be proud of their hub, raise funds for it and volunteer to support its many activities. Staff will want to work in it; students will be pleased to learn in it; older persons in the community will be glad to be part of its activities and ready to accept care there when it becomes necessary.
Australia’s care of the aged needs a national summit, pulling in the disparate authorities and agencies. The aim will be to establish consensus and clarify a vision of how aged care might be made more cooperative, integrated, responsive and person-centred. That shared vision can guide and encourage new initiatives like the development of community hubs, and suspend redundant old ones. It will need to enter areas as diverse as political oversight, financial responsibility, health-force training, institutional architecture and deployment of staff, money and resources. To reach that consensus will not be easy, but its need becomes daily more urgent.
Ian Maddocks
DEAR LIFE
Correspondence
Karen Hitchcock is a powerful advocate for the transformation of the Australian health system. Most of us are aware of the much-cited 2015 Intergenerational Report, which documented the unsustainability of our public and private health systems by projecting the rising funding requirements of new technology and treatments, as well as the needs of our ageing population. In his foreword to the report, the Federal Treasurer noted, “With a growing population that will live longer, the Intergenerational Report shows the growth in the costs of many services, especially in health, that will put pressure on the budget and threaten the sustainability of those services.”
In recent weeks, the Australian Medical Association has warned of a potential “perfect storm” in Australia’s public hospital system, with the states and territories facing a huge black hole in public hospital funding after a succession of Commonwealth cuts, resulting in hospitals and their staff being placed under enormous stress, and patients being forced to wait longer for their care.
In response to this AMA snapshot, Minister for Health Sussan Ley said she was committed to working with state and territory governments to deliver a more efficient hospital system: “Let’s get the best bang for our dollar, wherever it goes. Unsustainable health spending will cause Australians more harm than good in the long run. These decisions are never easy or popular.”
Conversations on health reform often focus on providing system-wide coordinated care, especially for high utilisers with chronic disease, to keep people out of hospital. As a general practitioner and advocate for patient-centred care, preventive health strategies and strong primary health care, I have been involved in such discussions with government for over thirty years. I am well aware of the statistics that show most health-care dollars are spent in the last year of life, especially in the last thirty days of someone’s life in hospital, as they are frequently cited as evidence of inappropriate medical treatment. Like Hitchcock, I recognise two related narratives that are usually unspoken, but which frequently underpin conversations about aged care in hospital settings: “The first is that medicine is keeping elderly patients alive against their will – medicine is denying a death that the patient desires. The second is that elderly patients are seeking to stay alive unreasonably – the patient (or their family) is denying an unavoidable death.”
Clearly, ageism or any other form of discrimination has no place in medicine or in our community. So we must examine whether hospital funding cuts inadvertently result in detrimental outcomes for certain groups of patients. For example, “medical treatment futility” is a difficult ethical dilemma that has been described by some cynics as a smoke-screen to hide rationing of end-of-life care. The decision of what constitutes futile care for an individual patient is even more difficult when patients, families, clinicians and ethical committees disagree with each other. At the coalface of clinical care, the focus should obviously be on a high standard of care that is in the best interests of the patient; care is never futile, but medical treatments sometimes are.
For all these reasons, Advance Care Planning Australia advocates that everyone over the age of eighteen consider discussing an advanced care plan with their doctor to prevent inappropriate end-of-life decisions. Such a plan may be reviewed, changed or revoked, but this is a difficult process in hospital wards that are “overstretched, underfunded and caring for too many patients with a skeleton staff.” As Hitchcock concludes: “All we can hope for is that people with an advanced illness have ongoing discussions with that doctor or family or enduring power of attorney about their changing goals and values, so that these may be taken into account when treatment decisions arise.”
Currently about half the patients in an acute hospital are over the age sixty-five. In response, a number of frameworks and models have been recommended, including acute care of the elderly units and general medical wards for every hospital, as these generalist environments have been shown to result in better, more patient-focused outcomes. However, the level of investment in these evidence-based models across the country varies, largely due to the dominant view that hospital is “no place for the elderly.”
All governments and their health bureaucracies must take note of the groundswell of community support for the solutions put forward by Hitchcock. Through the voices of her elderly patients, Hitchcock has built a strong case for health-system transformation. Better care, not less care.
Unfortunately the present federal government has cut millions of dollars of funding from hospital budgets. Sussan Ley has now said she will consult with the medical profession to identify patient over-servicing, duplication, inefficiency and other forms of “waste” and inappropriate medical practice, with a focus on shifting expensive inpatient hospital care to the outpatient setting. In this consultation between government and the medical profession, the questions raised by Hitchcock in her essay must also be addressed, to ensure there is no unintended rationing of hospital and out-of-hospital services for our most vulnerable patients.
Dear Life is not a comfortable read. Many people may feel challenged by matters to do with end-of-life care that are easier left unspoken. But the essay concerns all of us and as Hitchcock says, “it’s confronting and terrifying to see one’s own future up close like this.”
Leanne Rowe
DEAR LIFE
Correspondence
We begin to die as soon as we are born, and the end is linked to the beginning.
– Bret Harte
Modern medical science compartmentalises the body, carving people up like cows in a butcher’s shop. Problems with your bones get you sent straight to an orthopaedic surgeon, brain disorders have patients trotting off to see a neurologist, and liver disease buys you a ticket to the waiting room of some slick hepatologist. In the same way, we tend to carve up life: infants are put into creche, toddlers packed off to kindergarten, kids to school and adults to work. But what about the elderly, asks Karen Hitchcock – where is their place in society? What she discovers is that the answer in the main is “Who cares?”
Hitchcock’s intelligent and challenging essay tackles our ingrained ageist attitudes head-on. Her premise is that contemporary society, on the whole, fails to treat its senior citizens with due dignity and respect. Yet our attitudes to the elderly are only a part of the conversation that we need to be having. To me, there is bitter irony in the fact that when we examine the fate of the elderly in isolation from our collective life-cycle, we fail to address the core issue: our contemporary inability to discuss death openly. We have edited Death right out of the manuscript of our lives.
Do we have a problem because people are living longer, or is our increased longevity making us uncomfortable because those on the threshold of the abyss remind us of our collective fate? The old are merely the final chapter of an ancient narrative we don’t want to listen to anymore – but the fact is that death is an inexorable part of life.
As a family physician, I have the “life and death” conversation every day, with people of all ages, reminding them that, as Joan Didion says, “Life changes in the instant.” It’s a huge bullshit-cutting factor and most people appreciate the reminder. Hitchcock works as a specialist in a large, inner-city hospital. Due to the way the system is structured, she sees a skewed population: people at their very worst, brought in by either massive crisis or slow rot. Her vignettes are poignant, but this is a tiny slice of a patient’s life, which does not include the crucial grassroots roles that community nurses, GPs, allied health practitioners, families and the broader community have to play in the continuity of care for the elderly.
If we are to take a more holistic approach to medicine, we need to see the patient as a complex organism, in which body and mind form an integrated homeostatic system. So, too, when we come to talk about life and ageing, we must talk about death. In fact, it is impossible to have any meaningful discussion about the elderly in our society if we do not examine our attitudes to mortality. And the medical profession should be first in line. Doctors are so focused on saving and maintaining lives that death has become the enemy. The militant stance we take in our ‘fight’ against heart disease or our ‘battle’ with cancer, leads to the notion that allowing patients to die of natural causes is somehow the ultimate failure.
Attitudes to old folk are a symptom of a far broader issue – that of death denial. This is reflected not only in how we live our lives, but also in debates over climate change and the way we deny that resources are limited on our dying planet.
What to do? Death could do with some rebranding. And if Paul Benner has anything to do with it, this is just “another design challenge.” As chief creative officer at a global design firm, he has one simple goal: “I don’t want death to be such a downer.” The past few years have also seen the mushrooming of Death Salons, Death Cafés and Funeral Celebrations. It seems the Grim Reaper is Gen Y’s new bestie, and death is becoming the new black; the only problem is, the elderly themselves don’t seem to have received an invitation to the party.
Leah Kaminsky
DEAR LIFE
Correspondence
We are living in an age of forced certainty, a period in which ambiguity, doubt and unpredictability cannot be tolerated. Instant answers are demanded to even the most difficult questions. If a fact or a name or a date is not known, we can look it up at once on our computer or smartphone. We can check the latest news, download any song, find out the weather or the stock-market figures at any time. Never has so much information been so readily accessible so quickly. We live our lives fighting the discomfort associated with uncertainty and the lack of control evoked by it.
In spite of all this technological capacity, there is one part of our life that has so far largely resisted demands for complete exactitude: that of our own death. Indeed – perhaps paradoxically – in the modern world, old age and death have become, if anything, increasingly disturbing and unpredictable. Retirement and old age were once anticipated as times of comfort and security; today they are associated with the threat of sickness, loneliness and dependency. Where once old people were supported and valued, today they are presented in public discourse as a dangerous drain on resources. The uncertainty is exacerbated by government deliberation about how to limit health spending on the elderly. The increasing sense of crisis about costs has led to renewed debate about whether absolute limits should be drawn on the availability of expensive healthcare measures, with some experts calling for rules limiting access for old people to intensive-care units and other expensive treatments.
The developing sense of precariousness and vulnerability is undoubtedly one reason for the increased public interest in protocols and laws that purport to make it easier for elderly people to refuse medical treatments at the end of life, including legalisation of euthanasia and assisted suicide. They also explain persistent calls for the use of advanced care directives, in which individuals outline their preferences about the care they would want to receive in the event of serious illness. The campaign in favour of such directives has been determined and vigorous, to the extent that some proponents demand they be made compulsory for all patients entering the public hospital system.
Karen Hitchcock’s brilliant essay takes issue with many of the popular assumptions about medical care at the end of life and draws attention to the risks of the search for certainty, and the use of medicine as a weapon to reduce government expenditure. Drawing on her own experience, she exposes the complexities of clinical decision-making in serious illness and the impossibility of taming, purifying and regulating death.
No one can remain unaffected by her passion, her intense personal engagement and her appreciation of the quirks and idiosyncrasies of her elderly patients. We might be unsettled by the stridency of her tone, but we are left in no doubt that she is on their side, that she is prepared to go into battle to defend those who have placed their trust in her against the forces of a culture that increasingly characterises old people as rapacious, greedy consumers of the common wealth.
Hitchcock’s essay is in part polemic and in part deep meditation on the current predicaments of medicine and its relationship to society. She declines to conform to the role of tame apologist, either for the conventional medical regimes of power or for those arguing for greater patient autonomy, purportedly in support of the “human rights” of elderly people. She rejects the job of gatekeeper to the treasury of healthcare resources. She throws down a challenge to those who want us to think that more protocols, laws and regulations will make death less precipitous and terrifying. And she issues a clear call for us to recognise what is all too often obscured: that ordinary experience is not insipid, mundane and grey, but is often also the bearer of powerful emotions, of pain, happiness and deep sadness.
Although Hitchcock is not a philosopher, she eloquently articulates some profound philosophical insights. She rejects the abstract, universalistic formulations of much of contemporary bioethical discourse, opting instead for a highly nuanced, context-specific narrative approach. She rejects the cool cynicism of the instrumental forms of reason that have overwhelmed our society, its institutions and – in a bizarre paradox – even its practices supposedly devoted to caring. Implicitly, along with much modern philosophy, she recognises that being and subjectivity do not precede all sociality and feeling, that we are not composed as isolated subjectivities pitted against inexorable, unremitting attempts to limit our freedom. Against these assumptions, she affirms the fundamental status of mutual responsibility, of our connections and duties to each other, and of caring and compassion as core values which should guide medical decision-making and against which it should be assessed.
Dear Life is full of strong contentions with serious consequences. Illness and suffering – it claims – are not peripheral to our experience, but are central to and constitutive of it. While it is true that no one chooses to undergo a painful or life-threatening illness, to suffer the death of a child, to have cancer, a heart attack or a stroke, or to find oneself dependent on medical treatment or on other people, these are experiences that generate meaning in our lives, that bring us wisdom, insight and knowledge. While we cannot extinguish the confusion, poignancy, uncertainty and terror associated with the dying process, nor do we need to be repulsed by it, or to seek to control or regulate it.
The most moving part of the essay is Hitchcock’s account of her grandmother’s death, with its deep resonances of sadness, joy and incomprehension. The fact that, years later, she is able with such pride and power to draw on these memories, still ringing as they are with meaning, is in itself sufficient to prove her case, for this demonstrates how rich a resource a single death can become, not just for the bereaved family but for all of us.
Hitchcock will no doubt attract hostility for her uncompromising attack on fashionable doctrines. Foremost among these is her critique of the intense pressure, mentioned above, exerted in support of advanced care directives and limitations on care as an answer to the untidiness of dying, the mounting cost of health care, the budget deficit and the pain of bereavement. With resolute determination, she lays bare the weaknesses of this new orthodoxy. She does not, of course, contest the need for careful and sensitive discussions involving patients, families and professional carers about fears, hopes, wishes and needs. She does not question the importance of careful and meticulous identification and documentation of individual preferences about the nature and extent of medical interventions and therapies: indeed, it is a premise of her entire argument that more, not less, of this is needed. However, as she emphasises, any plans or “directives” have to be interpreted in changing circumstances, attitudes and experiences.
The key point here should not be too hard to understand. It is impossible to anticipate all circumstances of an unknown future illness. A statement supposedly rejecting a specific treatment might in reality be an expression of vulnerability, uncertainty and fear. There is a profound difference between the use of mechanical ventilation in a patient with terminal cancer to extract only a few extra hours of life and its short-term application to someone injured in a car accident so as to allow full and permanent recovery. In the latter case, a “directive” purportedly forbidding the use of life-saving technologies should certainly be taken into account, but ought not carry the force of an absolute obligation. Most of us would agree that the doctor we prefer in such cases is not the one who mindlessly and slavishly follows protocols and directives, but the one, like Hitchcock, who is prepared to consider our predicament, our needs and interests, with circumspection, generosity and imagination.
Despite their superficial attractiveness, regimes outlining formal pathways for dying; rules and protocols for clinical decision-making; and compulsory, universal advanced directives do not provide a panacea for fear and uncertainty. None of these things enables us to cleanse death of its pain and sorrow, to rid it of its uncontrollable ambiguity, to clear away the deep echoes of sadness and emptiness, to fill the yawning chasm of emptiness and loss.
We need more doctors like Karen Hitchcock, doctors who are committed and compassionate and prepared to take on the world for the sake of their patients, who are courageous enough to raise their voices against the fashionable dogmas of protocol-driven efficiency and cruelly balanced budgets. We need doctors who are prepared to take her message to heart and to reinstate at the centre of medicine the values of caring on which it has always depended.
Paul A. Komesaroff
DEAR LIFE
Correspondence
Dear Life is described as “moving and controversial,” and this is certainly true. The essay is littered with wise observations. Karen Hitchcock comments succinctly on the morbidity of multi-prescribing (very common in the elderly) and the difficulties of prognostication (predicting outcomes). This is particularly difficult in the frail aged with multi-system disease; such situations can be likened to a “house of cards” – once one card is disturbed, the whole structure may come toppling down, seriatim.
Hitchcock illustrates her points with anecdotes relating to patients she has treated. They are very moving, but unfortunately too brief to allow critical assessment and analysis of the outcomes. Moreover, anecdotes are not evidence; they are merely carefully selected episodes to support an argument, and may be ignoring many other anecdotes. One could be critical and ask: where is the research evidence to support this thesis? This would be unfair, because there is almost no research done in this area, and there is an appalling lack of research as to what treatment or care the frail elderly want.
Many of the anecdotes are intriguing – to my mind they both support and deny the thesis. Some are just examples of very bad medicine practised by junior doctors. One of Hitchcock’s early experiences is with Eric, in and out of hospital regularly with heart failure because he would not comply with his treatment. Hitchcock discusses further treatment with his wife, not with him, and reaches the difficult decision to stop treatment. The decision might have been easier if she had asked him. This theme recurs with George, admitted from a nursing home with a treatable chest infection, and a slow pulse, for which it was suggested he might need a pacemaker. Although he had mild cognitive impairment, which would not necessarily prevent him making decisions, his daughter was asked for the definitive opinion; the pacemaker was placed, despite his son-in-law stating that George had often indicated that he wished he were dead, an opinion the daughter had not heard. Regrettably, people do not always communicate effectively, and are not encouraged to do so.
A critically important story is that of Fred, recently bereaved of his wife and his dog, who was sent to hospital against his wish by his GP, with respiratory problems. Fred wanted to die. Hitchcock sat down and talked with him. She arranged to get him a new dog, and to find local spots where he could fish. She supported him, and he went home, rejuvenated. Fantastic treatment, and based on communication and dialogue, a very inexpensive form of medicine – except that it takes time.
And this, to me, is the missed opportunity of this essay. Hitchcock was dealing, as a hospital physician, with many problems that might have been easier if there had been good prior communication on the part of the GP: discussing with frail patients, and patients with potentially terminal illnesses, what treatment they wanted, and providing them with the reassurance that refusal of treatment would be met by effective palliation. In the absence of clear refusal of treatment, the default position of the medical profession is to treat, and such treatment may well be unwanted and futile. Nursing-home patients are lucky to be seen briefly once a week by their GP, and if an apparent emergency occurs, they are unlikely to visit; the ambulance is called, and the problem dumped on the emergency department with little information. The effective way to avoid unwanted treatment, or to receive treatment if it is wanted, is to have effective communication based on good information. Just as immunisation for infants is a fundamental discussion for GPs with young mothers, end-of-life discussions should also be fundamental for all older patients with their doctors, and they should be ongoing as ageing progresses, because, as Hitchcock points out, our opinions can change as we age.
Notably absent from the anecdotes is any sense of the acceptance of death, a prerequisite to a good death. Too often we read of “fear of death,” and “not wanting to die” – of a lack of preparation for the inevitable which, with sensitive communication, might have been addressed.
Currently there is an assumption that the costs of caring for our frail elderly will skyrocket as the community ages over the next thirty years. This is based on the assumption that people want the care that is currently offered, and will continue to do so. How do we know, if we do not ask older people what they want? Currently we tell them what they will get. Most people do not ask to go into an institution, they end up there by default, in much the same way that many end up in emergency departments having treatment they might not want – or they might, the vital point that Hitchcock makes. We sometimes deprive the frail elderly and show them disrespect by not involving them in decision-making. Given that many may gradually lose the capacity to make their own decisions, it is vital to assist them to make sound medical directives for treatment of future conditions. Hitchcock rails against vague health-care plans, drawn up by non-medical planners. They are often ill-defined requests for consideration of “values” in decision-making, not specific directives for specific circumstances. So long as a person can communicate, the directive is unnecessary, but if they can’t, and never will, it is of the utmost value in preventing unwanted treatment.
The penultimate section of Hitchcock’s essay is titled “Death.” It contains two anecdotes: one about Hitchcock’s grandmother, who died peacefully in hospice, and the second about the mother of a physician (with a medical husband and nurse daughter), who is dying at home with palliative care involvement. Of this process, the physician mother said, “It was enormously distressing, to cope with the physical supports she needed … as well as the emotional support to her and each other. She was terrified of dying and suffered great psychological and spiritual distress … [it] was a terribly exhausting and traumatic experience.” This is very sad and, by anybody’s reckoning, not a good death. Yet Hitchcock mocks the concept of a good death. She cites the Grattan Institute’s twelve criteria for a good death, six of which relate to control and three to information and knowledge, all of which can be provided if one embraces the concept of hastening death to relieve intolerable suffering. Hitchcock responds with, “the only way we could come close to meeting all these criteria for a good death would be to put people down when they reach a predetermined age, before the chaos of illness sets in.” Such hyperbole and exaggeration is all too frequent in this essay.
Nevertheless, Hitchcock does us all a service in raising these difficult matters, and critiquing many problems in current medical practice, particularly the potential to deprive the frail aged of care by means of ageism and the concept of futility.
Rodney Syme
DEAR LIFE
Correspondence
If you know anyone likely to be facing death over the next few months, or at the point of moving into residential aged care, I would recommend against them reading Karen Hitchcock’s Dear Life. This caution is warranted. If they were to read it, they would be bombarded with an overwhelmingly distressing picture of poor care, careless doctors and unrelieved misery and suffering, with no available alternatives, unless they had the good fortune to be cared for by Dr Hitchcock herself.
Dr Hitchcock describes in detail a number of cases where older people have received less than optimal care in hospital, or poor care in a nursing home. I can’t challenge her experiences. It is important that she shines a light on bad practice. As a general physician in a busy hospital, she will see such cases of poor treatment and understandably they will frustrate and anger her. But this is not all there is. I am personally aware of many cases where hospital care for old people approaching death has been excellent, appropriate and appreciated by patients and families. I know of many peaceful deaths in hospitals, palliative care facilities and nursing homes. It is not all bad. All of us do not need to fear this stage of life, nor despair of receiving any comfort.
Dr Hitchcock properly draws attention to the inadequacies, which do leave too many people in worse circumstances than needs to be the case. But how is this to be remedied systemically? How do we change systems so that most of us can look forward to good and sensitive care in the final stages of our lives? It is possible. As a doctor, Hitchcock restates the inarguable case for more: more doctors for hospitals, more nurses and more hospital assistants for non-medical but important tasks, including feeding very frail individuals and keeping them company. I agree. As she implies, medical practitioners should be better trained to care for frail older people, and trained to recognise and counter ageism.
I agree as well with her challenge to the popular view that the documented massive growth in medical costs is not caused mainly by services for people in their final years. This view is an unhelpful exaggeration. An important finding in the recent Intergenerational Report was that the blowout of medical costs to revenue does not come mainly from older people receiving a lot of care as they approach death. Rather, these big expenditure increases are caused by the high cost of technologically sophisticated procedures such as MRIs, the higher costs of wages in the sector, and our higher standards of living and expectations. As more costly procedures are developed, more people of all ages want to use them. The public purse subsidises all of this.
It is a distressing fact that older people in hospital can be subjected to ageist attitudes and decisions. This is intolerable and must be changed. Ageism, an affront to human rights, is deeply rooted in our society and damages older people in all sorts of ways.
But it doesn’t start when you are ninety and rushed to hospital with a urinary-tract infection. It is closer to fifty when ageism impacts. It shuts capable people out of the workforce, and refuses them retraining to upgrade or change their skills. This discrimination leads to poverty and ill health. Manufacturers and retailers of most products and services target a market of exclusively younger people, reinforcing all the negative stereotypes about older people, and denying people realistic consumer choices about basics as well as quality-of-life goods. When our entire society views old age negatively, it is no surprise that doctors do too.
Housing that suits the needs of older people is scarce. New developments in areas convenient for community and medical facilities gain planning approval; such dwellings would in principle suit older people as they downsize, but thoughtless design and construction excludes them. Universal design is a concept waiting for implementation. It means that dwellings, community and commercial facilities should be built so that everyone can use them easily and safely, including people with mobility and other deficits from ageing or disability. Hospitals could do with a big injection of universal design too.
The provision of aged care is changing, for the better. The biggest change is that the bulk of new funded services will provide care in the home. If older people are to stay in their communities, these need to be safe, well lit, with clear signage and smooth footpaths and kerbs. Public transport becomes the necessary form of transport for older people no longer able to drive. Most of it in our big cities is not safe and accessible. In country towns it can be completely absent.
Those who can live in their community actively and with enjoyment into old age will be healthier and happier, better able to manage frailty when it arrives, and less likely to turn up as frequent visitors to emergency wards.
Those who have had the good sense to prepare an advanced care directive, setting out their wishes about limits of medical care should they lose decision-making capacity, have enhanced their own sense of security and independence. The advanced care directive should be helpful to the decision-making of medical staff, as it is to family members and close friends. I strongly support the use of advanced care directives and do not share Hitchcock’s reservations. She seems to imply a preference for a doctor’s decision replacing the patient’s documented wishes. I believe we are some time off reaching agreement about laws in Australia that would provide for euthanasia, or medically assisted death. A majority of our population is in favour of such a law. In principle, so am I. But the complexities of legalising the dying patient’s wishes while protecting frail older people from manipulation and abuse have so far proved too hard to surmount.
In the meantime, a carefully constructed directive, updated from time to time, but put in place while the author maintains decision-making capacity, is an effective way for the patient to have as much peace of mind and choice as the law currently allows. It is an important exercise of basic human rights.
What I am advocating – rather than just hoping for the rescue doctor to appear at the end – is dealing with ageism in all its forms, including in hospitals, by embedding a human rights approach in all our medical and associated services and institutions. We need to act to change systems and services so that they respect the human rights of all, including the old and frail. A human rights approach means dignity, respect and choice as far as possible, within the law. The advanced care directive, as I have noted, does this in relation to end-of-life care. So does palliative care, which provides comfort and dignity, and can be respectful of choices while accepting the circumstances of approaching death.
Our whole society should start thinking more deeply about the end of life, and about how we can change our values so that growing older leads to a time of life with its own rewards and satisfactions. The distressing picture of ageism, neglect and mistreatment presented by Dr Hitchcock is not the best we can do.
Susan Ryan
DEAR LIFE
Correspondence
The vital message of Dear Life lies in its subtitle: On caring for the elderly. Hitchcock rightly points out that older people face discrimination in many ways. They are devalued and seen as a burden, and as a result get the rough end of the pineapple in health care. Partly as a consequence, many people come to accept the implicit message society sends them: they should accept whatever life (or death) deals them, and they are not entitled to have – let alone voice – their own choices about what they want from health care.
Hitchcock cites a number of anecdotes in which older people have succumbed to that dominating world view and been reluctant to articulate their own opinions about what type of care they want when help is needed.
Implicit in Hitchcock’s essay is a wider problem: an attack on the dignity of all humans. People are increasingly reduced to economic units, cogs in an economy rather than human participants in a society or community. The language often used in demographic analysis is telling. The ratio of people before working age (0–15) plus those above working age (65+) to the whole population is often described as “the dependency burden.” No wonder the older people Hitchcock talks about feel devalued, with their current and previous life-time contributions unrecognised.
Yet Hitchcock misses one important point. She tells stories from only one side of the way older people are disadvantaged; her stories are about people missing out on care that would help them hang on a bit longer. She feels that those people may not have been given that option without her intervention as a doctor. These are terrible and challenging stories that reflect poorly on the health system and show, yet again, how older people are not always treated with the dignity they deserve.
What Hitchcock doesn’t write about is how some older people get on a health conveyor belt and receive interventions that neither they nor their families and carers would seek if they had time to reflect and discuss. Her missing anecdotes are about the people who die with excessive intervention, those who die a slow and agonising death in the high-tech and frightening surrounds of a hospital. It is even worse when it prevents them from having any meaningful interactions with their families and other loved ones in those last few days.
As a society we are very bad at speaking of the inevitability of death. The health professions are very good at deferring death and alleviating pain, but much weaker at acknowledging that we all die sometime and somehow.
Dying Well, a recent Grattan Institute report cited by Hitchcock, of which I am a co-author, is about the “somehow.” What might a good death mean? Seventy per cent of Australians say they want to die at home, surrounded by loved ones and good services, but only 14 per cent are able to do so; the rest die in hospital or aged care. Each element in our package of recommendations is reasonable; together they represent a good policy aspiration. Yet in her essay Hitchcock derides our attempt as unrealistic and – worse – murderous: it is only achievable if we “put people down when they reach a predetermined age.”
We didn’t see it that way. We saw it as part of an attempt to get people to think about what they might want and to set a frame for policy. We know that good services can make the end-of-life experience better. A recent study showed that people receiving palliative care live longer than their peers who didn’t receive such care. Families of people who died with palliative-care support generally speak well of the care that was provided.
My anecdote is that shortly after we released our report, my mother died. Her death did not exhibit all the characteristics of a good death we outlined, but it was close enough. The treating doctor, by letting the family know that my mother was unlikely to survive her admission to hospital, allowed my daughter and me to visit her and in our way and hers to say our goodbyes while she was still able to interact with us. We were spared heroic interventions and saying goodbye to a comatose person with multiple tubes and no spark of the feistiness that defined her throughout her life, and indeed on her deathbed.
I am sure Hitchcock has a wealth of anecdotes about championing better deaths, about intervening to stop invasive and degrading treatments that are truly futile. The essay would have been stronger with those.
We need to get the balance right in discussions about death, in treatment and in policy. We need to start by giving primacy to the dignity of human beings, regardless of whether they are above some economistic, age-related cut-off of 80, 90 or 95 and hence deserving to be consigned to the economic scrap-heap. We need to listen carefully to the patient’s wishes and to make sure their decisions can be effected.
Hitchcock is right to ask whether some health professionals are too quick to discontinue curative treatment goals. But we must also remember the other side: many people want a death that looks more like the one we identified in Dying Well.
It’s a challenging path to walk, not holding out false hope, yet not cutting off hope too soon. Hitchcock’s diagnosis is that contemporary health care errs too much towards cutting off hope too soon. Our diagnosis is that we need to provide better infrastructure to allow people to make better choices about how they want to die and to have a better chance to put those choices into effect.
Her approach – and ours – is about listening to people and treating them with dignity and respect, no matter what their age.
Stephen Duckett
DEAR LIFE
Correspondence
“Hospital is not a bad place to die,” Karen Hitchcock quotes a general hospital physician as saying. “People aren’t really preoccupied by their environment when they’re dying.” Hitchcock makes a compelling case for spending more money rather than less at the end of life and for embracing the kind of intervention the Intergenerational Report seems to be saying we can’t afford. In anecdote after anecdote she argues that we spend too little time with the aged and dying and put too little effort into ensuring that they can keep living. She says the alternative view, that old people should be left to die quietly at home, is often driven by concerns that are “primarily fiscal.”
The good news is the fiscal concerns are misplaced.
Treasurer Joe Hockey put them most starkly shortly after taking office when he said that if nothing changed, Australia would “run out of money” to pay for its health, welfare and education systems.
The fine print of the Intergenerational Report shows no such thing. Sure, it shows that by 2055 the proportion of gross domestic product devoted to Australian government spending on health will have climbed from 4.2 per cent to 5.7 per cent. But it also shows that the size of the pie – GDP itself – will have more than tripled. That’s a real (inflation-adjusted) measure. By 2055 Australians will be able to buy twice as much again as they can now. To be sure, the extra buying power will be divided among more people (just as the extra health spending will be divided among more people), but after adjusting for population, GDP per person will be 80 per cent bigger than it is now. That’s right. We will find it far, far easier to boost the slice of the pie going to health than we would today. Not only will we not run out of money to spend what’s projected, we are also likely to spend more than is projected – because we will want to.
Health is what economists call a “superior good.” As incomes climb, we want more of it, not only in absolute terms but also as a proportion of our higher incomes. Most goods aren’t superior goods. Cars and holidays are usually “normal goods.” As our incomes climb, we spend more on them, but not more as a proportion of our higher incomes. A small number of goods are “inferior”: powdered milk is one. As our incomes rise, we not only spend less on them as a proportion of our higher incomes but also less in absolute terms – in the case of powdered milk, next to nothing.
We will pay for the extra health spending we will want by paying more tax, as we’ve been doing for decades as our incomes have grown. At the start of the 1970s we paid the Commonwealth only 17.8 per cent of GDP in tax. We now pay 22 per cent. I am betting we will pay at least 26 per cent by 2055, but the Intergenerational Report assumes only 23.9 per cent, apparently in the belief that we won’t be keener and keener to spend on health as our incomes climb further. The ANU election surveys show that as recently as the late 1990s voters were more concerned about tax (23 per cent) than they were about health (10 per cent). By 2001 the two were on level pegging at 16 per cent, and by 2013 concerns about tax (11 per cent) were dwarfed by concerns about health (19 per cent). The richer we become, the more we want to be well looked after, and the more tax we are prepared to pay to ensure it, regardless of what’s assumed in the report.
It’s entirely sensible behaviour. Extra spending on health is helping buy big increases in life spans and, just as importantly, big increases in healthy life spans.
Australian Institute of Health and Welfare data shows that back in 1998 a woman who had turned sixty-five could expect sixteen more years. Now it’s nineteen. A man who had reached sixty-five could expect twenty more years. Now it’s twenty-two. For both genders, all but a few months of those extra years are free of disability. Our longer life spans are mainly pushing out the uncomfortable and expensive final years, rather than extending them.
And in any event, it isn’t ageing that’s driving health spending. The Intergenerational Report says only 20 per cent of the projected increase in health spending will be driven by changing demographics. The other 80 per cent will be driven by higher incomes, higher wages and better and more expensive technologies – the kind of things that usually drive health spending.
Hitchcock quotes a NSW finding that hospital costs associated with the last year of life fall rather than climb with age. The older people get, the healthier they have to have been and the more years of life they have left. The government actuary finds that an Australian who has reached 100 can expect another 2.5 years of life, an Australian who has reached 105 can expect another 2 years, and an Australian who has reached 109 can expect an extra 1.7 years. The attitude that Hitchcock finds among hospital staff and among some of her aged patients themselves that older Australians aren’t worth treating owes little to evidence.
The financial problem scarcely exists. There will be something of a labour problem as the ratio of Australians of traditional working age to those of non-working age shrinks. But it’s pretty easily solved by extending working lives (as is already happening) and by accepting more workers from overseas. Many of Hitchcock’s colleagues in the general wards would be from overseas. (I’ll leave to one side for the moment the ethics of importing doctors from places such as India, where the needs are greater.)
The ANU surveys suggest the public backs Hitchcock. People want better medical care and are prepared to pay for it. The government doesn’t, really. It’s prepared to build a fund to bankroll medical research, but when it comes to hospital staff on the ground it has offered the states a ludicrous funding deal based on the consumer price index rather than wages or medical costs.
But governments can change. We are heading towards a future in which one third of the electorate will be aged sixty-five or older. Freed from the traditional political loyalties of earlier generations, the new generation of seniors is likely to swing their votes behind whichever side of politics offers them the best deal. Unless I am very wrong, part of that deal will be medical care, care that enables them to hang on to “dear life.”
Peter Martin
DEAR LIFE
Correspondence
In the final chapter (“We, the living”) of Dear Life, Karen Hitchcock quotes the French philosopher Simone de Beauvoir: “What should a society be, so that in his last years a man might still be a man? The answer is simple: he would always have to have been treated as a man.”
Hitchcock’s essay is more than an essay. It is an incendiary proclamation that calls to mind another French writer, Émile Zola, whose inflammatory article “J’accuse,” published in the magazine L’Aurore in 1898, resulted in his conviction for libel. Zola accused the French army of perpetrating a malicious injustice upon one of its own, an officer named Alfred Dreyfus. Dreyfus, a victim of a gross miscarriage of justice, was publicly humiliated by being stripped of his rank and having his jacket torn off him, and then imprisoned. His family launched a long public campaign, led by Dreyfus’s elder brother, who wrote: “After the degradation emptiness was around us. It seemed to us that we were no longer human beings like others, we were cut off from the world of the living.”
Hitchcock’s essay is also likely to provoke controversy. It is particularly likely to provoke objection from workers in the health sector whose vocational devotion is buttressed by good works and moral conviction. But more importantly it should lead to wide public debate, because the issue she is campaigning on will not go away and demands our attention. Hitchcock tells us with considerable passion that the elderly are being stripped of their respect as fellow citizens, that their identities are being removed, and that they are being consigned to institutions that keep them at arms length from society. Her iconoclastic pen does not spare any of our sacred institutions, be they homes, hospitals or hospices. She wants us to know that these institutions cannot provide respect and dignity if the social climate in which they operate is inimical to the elderly. She is calling for social and possibly political change as the foundation for any change in treatment. She is accusing us of ageism at its most brutal – cutting off the elderly from the world of the living.
Like Zola, Hitchcock does not fail to draw attention to triumphs – in our times, the extraordinary achievements of contemporary medicine. Zola, after congratulating the French president Félix Faure on his political successes, drew his attention to the “spot of mud” that was the Dreyfus affair and went on to describe it as a social crime. In Dear Life, Hitchcock tells us that a serious gap has opened between our medical advancement and our social development. Among the casualties of that widening gap between our technological triumphs and our social awareness are the elderly: they have fallen right into the chasm. Hitchcock presents us with evidence, based on both personal experience and diligent research, that this chasm is not narrowing. She is passionate because she fears that we are unaware of the truth and that if we were aware we would act otherwise. We would extend our hand to the elderly.
The evidence is not comforting – to be told that well-intentioned initiatives such as the Liverpool Care Pathway for the Dying Patient have been abandoned because their implementation made a mockery of the ideals that inspired them is disturbing. A national project that had as its aim assisting inexpert doctors and other staff to provide better care merely revealed that non-experts are not turned into experts overnight by providing them with a more efficient instrument. Rather, it demonstrated that such instruments can quickly become weapons when professionals have not, along with much of the rest of society, undergone the necessary social transformation of attitude essential to address the needs and uphold the rights of the elderly.
Hitchcock points out the major defect of such initiatives. She shows that what such processes do is generate a momentum that doesn’t allow either trained professionals or elderly patients to catch their breath. If we did catch our breath, we might then be able to have a conversation. “Conversation” is a word that is rapidly becoming debased though appropriation by the young, the cool and politicians bent on obfuscating. The elderly, despite lifetimes of experience and endurance, are not being invited to conversations about decisions that determine how they will live the remainder of their lives.
It is the idea of an ongoing conversation with a fellow citizen, albeit an older and infirm one, that is at the heart of Hitchcock’s essay. Not a conversation that is a “one-off.” Not a conversation that binds the elderly to a contractual obligation that is final for all time. Not a conversation that subjugates them to the dictates of the vigorous, the knowledge-rich and the powerful. For Hitchcock, the decisions that set the boundaries of the lives of the sick elderly must come from an open conversation, not one guided by tick-boxes on a checklist. The conversations Hitchcock envisages are “mutual acts of decision-making.”
Hitchcock’s title, Dear Life, pricks our inflated vanities because it points to a culture that is both selfish and consumerist. The elderly have simply become too expensive. The cost of their frailty, their emotional needs and their sorrows may be too much for us to bear.
Hitchcock wants us to think carefully about whether it’s time we restored to the elderly their status as respected citizens – a rehabilitation that would be as much ours as theirs. But before we accord them this respect, before we return to them the clothing of their identities based on the authority of their life experience, we might have to face honestly our own wish to be rid of them. Above all, we must realise that where they tread we will surely follow. We may try to avoid glimpsing the horror of our own futures by blinding ourselves to the sight of just how helpless and needy a frail elderly person can be. But we thereby invite the same fate.
Hitchcock, like Zola, has “neither resentment nor hatred” for those whom she sees as failing the needs of the elderly. She writes with humility about her own failings and with deep respect for the efforts of health workers constrained by limited resources resulting from a failure of collective will. But she evokes disturbing visions of the herding, segregating and separating of the elderly under the banner of “aged care” when the true nature of this social “crime” might be better titled “aged consignment.”
Hitchcock points out correctly that the core issue is not limited resources but, rather, how we dispose of our resources. Why do we spend money on countless procedures such as arthroscopies and “preventative tests” (for the relatively young and healthy) when there is little to show for them beyond a rueful recognition that illnesses take their natural course regardless of such interventions or that no amount of preventative testing will avert the consequences of life choices and social policy? Hitchcock also points out the difficulty of resolving such dilemmas in a healthcare system that values private care (for good reasons) but also encourages private profligacy of resources without adequate scrutiny.
Hitchcock doesn’t take a stance on the question of euthanasia. Rather, she provides many rich perspectives on how the elderly feel as they approach the end of their lives. She simply asks the hard questions, such as “Who was scared of being burdened?” and “Whose distress are we seeking to curtail?”
When my mother was in the last months of her life, months marked by a relentless dementia, she would have occasional moments of what I took to be lucidity. During one such moment, in the leafy garden of a small nursing home in a Melbourne suburb, I said to her, “I love you.” She looked at me and said, “I love you too.” That moment was precious for both of us. I think this is what Hitchcock is saying in her outstanding essay: the elderly deserve our love. Perhaps the shift of focus that Hitchcock is striving to achieve involves convincing us that “we, the living” owe it to them?
Jack Kirszenblat
DEAR LIFE
Correspondence
Dr Hitchcock has written a passionate essay urging more respect and more sensitive care for the aged, and for more money – much more money – to be spent on improving and prolonging their lives. She also believes that financial constrictions on medical services have led to the “rationing” of care, so permitting or even encouraging “premature” death. As an octogenarian historian I naturally checked the endnotes, and found that while there are references to medical journals, to (mainly American) opinion pieces and comments from anonymous doctors, her own long and highly relevant experience is her major source. After an intermittent career as a hospital inmate who now inhabits a high-care nursing home, I will therefore draw on my own experience to assess her findings.
First: are young people hostile to “the aged”? Any old person who dared the footpaths during the skateboarding craze or who tries to “share” walking tracks with cyclists now will say yes. When I began to fall over in the street, people over forty-five would run to pick me up, but the jeans just walked on by, and this despite their eerie devotion to antique rock stars. I’m not sure the aversion is new – I loved my grandfather for his bulk and his boots and his warm tobacco smell, but I hated both grandmothers for their skimpy hair, their moveable teeth, and their taste for grabbing me with their hard old hands and pulling me against their unbosoms. But there were fewer old people in those days, and those few kept off the streets. Is the American health system as merciless as Dr Hitchcock says? Yes, and it’s getting worse. (See Katie Brown, “In Race for Medicare Dollars, Nursing Home Care May Lag,” New York Times, 15 April 2015.) I disagree with some of her judgements. Ought a ninety-year-old be given a pacemaker to ease his last years? Yes – but only after deaf children needing updated hearing aids have been supplied with them, and equivalent needs of the young are met, which, of course, means No. Nor do I think we are “divided creatures” likely to ask for “the opposite of what we wish for.” When I say I want to die, I don’t want to be treated for depression.
I’m grateful for her insight into covert hospital “rationing” of expensive treatments for the old. My 1994 liver transplant described in Tiger’s Eye was a case of rational rationing, but later experiences begin to look sinister. After the transplant my immune system had to be suppressed, which meant I joined HIV and AIDS patients in being vulnerable to any number of strange diseases. At seventy-four I was drowning in one of these diseases, and listed for an immediate lung operation. Then I was “bumped” from the theatre list time and again – until an obscure string was tweaked, and the operation happened. Young road-accident victims can need lung operations. Had I been “rationed”? Four years later, hit by another mystery disease (Nocardia, if you want to check with Dr Google), I might have been rationed again. Nocardia is a grim disease: if the brain is implicated, as mine was, 80 per cent of patients die. A nonchalant neurologist also told my son that the few who survive the operation are usually blind. Meanwhile I had begun to hallucinate, which past experience has taught me to dread. I had also been fasted for thirty-six hours “in preparation” for yet another endlessly postponed operation. So I asked that treatment cease and that I be allowed to die. The neurologists immediately agreed. Then my old liver transplant physician intervened, asked for three weeks to fix me, I agreed, and fix me he did. The brain operation happened, I emerged sighted, and after three months in hospital and a final month in a place quaintly titled “Rehab”, I was discharged into a high-care nursing home because I would never be able to walk again. (I now walk. With a wobble.)
The most frightening “rationing” was applied to my husband. In very brief: he had had a series of tiny strokes. Then came a more severe one. I immediately called the kindly ambulance men who had been so kind when they’d come to pick him up when he’d fallen (“Don’t worry, love, it’s the main thing we do”). This time they came – and flatly refused to take him to hospital. I was incredulous; they were firm. So were the team I called the next day. Then it was the weekend, both sons were away, the “Doctor on Call” had no power to do anything, so I rang again. This time a (female) team came, looked – and whisked John off to the Austin Hospital’s emergency department, where I knew he would be in good hands. As he was: unconscious on arrival, after several months and a couple of hospitals he was sufficiently recovered to be discharged into a high-care nursing home. Had the ambos applied “rationing”? Now I think so.
Here begins my serious quarrel with Dr Hitchcock: her characterisation of present-day nursing homes. Although, as she tells us, 25 per cent of people over eighty-five now live in nursing homes and that 30 per cent of Australians will die in one, she suggests that to be condemned to a home is a fate rather worse than death. She begins by listing “all the small indignities” suffered by her own great-aunt: toenails so long left uncut they’d curled and cut flesh, “faeces on her dressing gown, grime in the creases of her skin.” Surely these were not “small indignities,” but evidence of criminal neglect? Why didn’t her mother, who reported all this, raise Cain? There were regulations enough even then. Now there are more – but families have to stand ready to intervene.
Then come graphic descriptions of bedsores inflicted in nursing homes. I’ve had two lots of bedsores, both inflicted in hospitals, both cured in nursing homes. We are also informed that nursing-home inmates are allowed outside “for an average of ninety-six seconds a day.” Where can these extraordinary figures come from? She further claims that bothersome dementia patients are drugged to quietness. Most seriously, she claims that nursing homes typically fail to meet their patients’ human needs.
I’ve come to have a fairly wide experience of nursing homes. Several of my friends and kin, most of them women and all in their right minds, have vanished into them. Two died soon after admission, which is no criticism of the homes. They would have chosen suicide had it been an option. They were used to having a large effect on the world, and a shrunken existence pottering “at home” or in “A Home” was no alternative. Others still mourn the loss of their old role as nucleus of “the family,” now divided into several families. And one, only levered into a home after a long, ruthless battle with her kin (funny in retrospect, hell at the time), quickly carved a new family out of her marvellously various array of carers, and thereafter lived, and died, happy.
Direct experience began when my husband, who was losing mobility, stayed in two low-care homes for “respite care” when I had to go briefly into hospital. They were adequate in care, but rather too conscientiously genteel, with less sightly inmates tucked away in their neat little rooms. As John approached discharge after the stroke I looked again, this time for high-care homes, first in Kew, our home suburb, and then further afield. Some were stately, and averse to commoners. More were multi-storied with lots of glittering metal and glass, astonishing erections of artificial flowers, and not a patient in sight. Except for one: a grumpy old lady I first saw furiously pounding the (gleaming) lift buttons, and later found down in the street, furiously smoking.
I decided I wanted a place with fifty or fewer residents, with both residents and carers visible, and, if possible, a few fresh flowers. I found it behind the second-last name on my long list. This place has forty-four patients distributed between two floors, each its own small world; it is open-plan but with quiet corners; there are courtyards where even the bed-bound are wheeled to enjoy the air. John arrived tired and for a time confused as to where he was, but he was interested in the lifting equipment, accepting it readily, and he especially enjoyed being tended by his carers, most of them young, between twenty-five and thirty, most of them (75 per cent) born elsewhere – in Nepal, India, Africa, Sri Lanka – and every one of them good-looking. Being strong-willed, deaf and helpless, he could sometimes be cantankerous, but they had their strategies. One example only: when he’d refuse to take essential medications, one special girl would gently hold his earlobes, and (gazing anxiously) kiss his forehead until he had to laugh, and swallow. The men treated him with marked respect, because he was old, and male, and learned; the girls said they liked his smile. I believe he was much happier in the Home than he could have been in our old home, which, with both of us gone, had vanished anyway.
John died in August of 2012, a few days before his ninetieth birthday. It was a slow, gentle relinquishment, achieved over three days and nights. Throughout he was beautifully tended and his family had full access, with the staff providing coffee, meals and an overnight bed, along with explanations and reassurance. Dr Hitchcock offers a single example of a good death with both family and patient cared for achieved inside a hospital, but this was an improvised affair put together by three determined nurses encouraged by her own vigorous approval. Not long ago three women in my corridor died within a few days of each other, every one of them gently, with their families around them. It is standard practice here.
I have come to be content, too. The once-daunting semicircle of greyheads in front of the big television has turned into individuals, who watch, comment on and occasionally waylay someone from the human traffic (kitchen staff, handymen, visitors, carers, the occasional doctor) flowing past. We go by first names (easier to remember), although a few people choose to be addressed more formally. The carers are good company, and instructive, too. One woman from Liberia tells me that in the desperate state of her country now, “old people” are no longer cared for by their impoverished families. Not that many people live to be old. Generations are brief in Liberia. She also says she has never come across a case of dementia there, but that certain families are known to have “bad blood” which can lead to strange behaviour. They are therefore shunned as marriage partners.
As for training: a couple of the carers are qualified nurses from overseas waiting accreditation. Others are pursuing nursing degrees part-time. Several chose aged care rather than the noisy alternative of “hospitality”; others find the flexible shifts work well while they raise their families. As for Dr Hitchcock’s claimed shortage of labour: there are more applicants than jobs, and those selected must serve a six-month probation.
Workers at every level seem committed to this taxing work, which can only end in tears. For some it approaches a calling: the present director began work in aged care at seventeen, while the alarmingly inventive “Life-Style” leader followed her mother and grandmother into the profession. I think the essence of the place resides in a handful of nurses, whose calm, humour, patience and compassion seem inexhaustible.
Dr Hitchcock tells us that dementia patients deteriorate when deprived of familiar faces, “stimulation and meaningful work,” and that homes routinely drug them to quietness. “M.” lives on my corridor, and she has dementia. She is also tall, strong and terrifyingly mobile. She is always on the move even late into the night, sliding through doors, “tidying” the linen cupboard (she used to be a nurse) and invading other people’s rooms. Especially mine. They put a chain across my door to keep her out: she neatly ducks under it, and “tidies.” At first I was afraid of her (in a bad phase she’d pulled me out of bed). Now I like her, because I can see the independent, efficient woman she once was, and because now she sometimes gives me a small, wintry smile. The staff assure me she has never been drugged into passivity.
As for toenails: I know when mine are going to be cut. On an ordinary morning there is a tap on the door, a tall young man glides in, delicately excavates my feet from the blankets, clips my nails, buffs them, wiggles each toe and glides out again: a mildly surreal experience, but a pleasant one.
This place is good, but it is not unique. Carers who work or have worked elsewhere say there are other good places, most but not all of them smallish, most of them further out and less expensive. But it is necessary to search. Our carers work in pairs, they trust each other, and they know that in a crisis, support will be expert and immediate. And then, after their eight-hour shift, they go home. To struggle to care for a dependent old person by yourself is, in my view, a cruelty. Widows, wives and unmarried daughters used to be forced into such work by that most implacable coercion, social expectation. Women will not submit to that servitude again. We are going to need more (simple) nursing homes, and more recognition for their workers. They will also need to be subsidised, because reliably good care for the aged is expensive. And the families must not be made to suffer guilt.
Inga Clendinnen
GROUNDSWELL
Response to Correspondence
I’ll start with the trees and move on to the wood.
—Peter Walsh disputes the figures on the vote for the major parties in recent elections but the difference in question is just over 1 per cent. In terms of trends over a long period this is not a significant variation.1 The political point lies in overall trends over time – and several elections – and the trend to the Greens has been acknowledged by senior political analysts within both major parties and across the media.
—Every election adversarial commentators talk down Greens gains. Every gain is a local or temporary effect, some kind of fluke or anomaly which the numbers men of the Labor Party are at pains to explain away in the minutiae. To ascribe Court’s demise in Western Australia to his failure to sack Shave from cabinet and to rate this above an outpouring of public angst about forests – so passionate it led to an unprecedented breakaway group from the WA Liberal Party – is as good an instance of myopic rationalisation as you could hope to find.
—The triumph of the Greens in Tasmania stands. It lies not in their preventing a Labor victory but in making an electoral comeback after both major parties had combined to alter the entire Hare-Clark electoral system in order to purge them from the Tasmanian lower house. Currently the Tasmanian Liberals show no signs of revival and the Greens are regarded as the de facto opposition. This may well be phase one of bigger things for the Greens, but whether it is or not, not even Peter Walsh can gainsay the extent of their rebound from the threat of electoral annihilation.
—Walsh makes much of the evanescence of One Nation but the Greens have been around a lot longer and survived major assault and battery (see Tasmania). They have consolidated their party structures where those of One Nation have disintegrated and they have an experienced and credible second-and third-tier leadership. Finally, they are part of a growing international political alliance. Bob Brown is consulted by cabinet ministers in European governments. If the same can be said for Pauline Hanson, she has yet to make this known.
—Early in his response Peter Walsh suggests that the rise of the minor party vote is much more to do with the fortunes of One Nation and that this invalidates my claims for the Greens. A few lines later he writes, “It is possible (probable?) that most of the 2001 increase in the Greens vote came from One Nation defectors” which would appear to contradict the earlier assertion, and he goes on to suggest that Greens and One Nation voters may be all of a kind, “economic xenophobes” who swing from one minor party to the other. This one-size-fits-all account of current disaffection relies for its source on no less than the IPA, the oldest right-wing propaganda organisation in Australia and one of those I refer to in my essay as having been credited by Alex Carey (Taking the Risk out of Democracy) with consistently promoting a corporate agenda in public life. One wonders where Walsh would place those apparently anomalous free traders like John Hewson who now so forcefully speak up for the ratification of the Kyoto Agreement, and who are one of the manifestations of that change in sensibility, across the spectrum, that my essay sets out to document.
—The rhetorical elision that brackets the late B. A. Santamaria alongside the Nazis is unforgivable. Both are lumped into the same broad band because their political philosophies had “quasi-mystical” underpinnings. On that basis we should ban all religious and spiritual movements and be done with it. This is techno-reason gone mad.
—Walsh accuses Bob Brown of hypocrisy and opportunism for trying to “increase the Greens’ electoral appeal” by “jumping on the anti-Iraq war bandwagon”. In fact, Brown began his political activism not as an environmental but as a peace activist against visiting US nuclear submarines (p. 75, Groundswell). Did Walsh read all of my essay or only bits? Brown’s call for intervention on behalf of the Kurds belongs in the category of the UN intervention in the former Yugoslavia or East Timor and only the ultra-tendentious could begin to equate it with the recent US invasion of Iraq.
—Isn’t it a bit late for a revival of the reds-under-the-bed scare? To argue that a substantial proportion of Greens “come from remnants of defunct communist parties” shows just how little first-hand knowledge Walsh has of the green movement or of the younger generation. I first realised that I was middle-aged when I conducted a seminar which included some of the best and brightest students at a leading Australian university in the mid-1990s and discovered that not one of the students present knew what the Cuban missile crisis had been. Two of them knew who Fidel Castro was and only one of them had ever heard of Trotsky.
—Peter Walsh can take up his objections to Greens’ policies with the members and supporters of the Greens Party. The project of my essay was to document a shift in Australian political sensibility and its reflection in changes to our political landscape over the past thirty years. It was not my project to critique current policy debates within the Greens, or indeed the environment movement at large. There are passionate debates within both on a number of issues and there are significant disagreements, just as there are in any political party, and in all these debates community consultation is vital. Walsh’s objection to community input to WA forestry policy by “a motley collection including a football coach, a dress designer, an Archbishop, a doctor of medicine, a one-time hurdler and a nonagenarian nonentity” would seem to indicate a contempt for the democratic process and a worrying reliance on entrenched administrations that fall back on arguments of “expertise” to disguise their own value positions. Since when has any form of expertise ever been value-free? The expertise in Forestry Tasmania has long been under a cloud. Not only that, when my husband was the Tasmanian Minister for Forests (for a very short time until the anti-green lobby persuaded the then premier that he was a threat) he was regularly bailed up during his electoral rounds by forestry workers at the grass roots who were most unhappy with the official line taken by their senior management and the way in which on-the-ground data was being misinterpreted or ignored. Whose “expertise” was at stake there? (Among anti-woodchipping lobby groups to emerge in Tasmania you’ll find Timber Workers for Forests.)
Oh, and by the way, could that “nonagenarian nonentity” from WA that Walsh refers to have been Dame Rachel Cleland, a founding member of the WA Liberal Party?
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Peter Walsh’s response to Groundswell is a snapshot of the reasons why so many people are disenchanted with the Australian Labor Party. When Peter Walsh was in government he headed up the various razor gangs that were so bent on surgically pruning and removing the trees that they failed to take account of the overall health of the wood. In the course of my research for Groundswell I repeatedly came into contact with former members of the ALP who were angry and bitter in their critique of the Labor Party, and the former Minister for Finance was not spoken of fondly. I omitted most of this material because it was not my purpose to write an exercise in Labor bashing but to examine the ways in which the Greens had come into being as a political force in their own right, and not just as a reaction to changes within the ALP (although these clearly were a factor).
The comment often made to me, particularly by former ALP members over forty, was that the ALP had once stood for a comprehensive vision of community and the commonwealth. Even at the height of Cold War divisions between the Left and Right wings of the party, common ground on social justice remained a vital moral substratum of the party such that in areas of social policy figures like B. A. Santamaria and Brian Harradine had more in common with the old Left than with the Walsh-style economic rationalists of contemporary Labor’s putative “centre”. There was a heart in the ALP, a light on the hill if you like, and it spoke to community and brotherhood. Some of this was Catholic welfarism and some the secularised Christian ethic of democratic socialism but both sides believed that they were their brother’s keeper.
The environmental movement has extended that ethic to argue that we are the planet’s keeper, the keepers of sustainable life. Within that broad position, the debates are fierce, not least on population control (as Tim Flannery’s recent QE demonstrates) but there is a moral passion there that has been steadily leaching out of the ALP and its dispirited branches – now no more than backyard hatcheries for the factions. The old ALP was full of “believers”, a category that Peter Walsh appears to sneer at, though he clearly is a believer of sorts himself (in the cargo cult of free trade). The old ALP was proud of its believers and when Keating triumphed in 1993 I seem to recall the party issue of special t-shirts emblazoned with the words “True Believer”. But where are the True Believers now? The answer to that is that many of them are voting Green. They have seen a gaggle of tin men in the guise of razor gangs remove the heart of the Labor Party and roast it over the coals of economic rationalism. All that is left is the cinders of the present Opposition, and a degraded public culture where an elite private school (Kings, Parramatta) can be given a government grant to build new polo stables while a swimming pool on a large public housing estate (Kensington, Melbourne) is filled in with sand.
Amanda Lohrey
1. All my figures were taken from the Australian Electoral Office and my charts were submitted to that office for verification.
GROUNDSWELL
Correspondence
Amanda Lohrey’s Groundswell: The Rise of the Greens makes two main points:
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The Greens are displacing the Democrats as the third party in Australian politics as the Greens’ policies are embraced by more and more electors; and
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Support for the major parties is steadily in decline.
Lohrey obviously welcomes that outcome and asserts it will improve public policy and political morality. She is a “believer”.
I will examine her points in sequence.
The House of Representatives
In regard to the House of Representatives, figures scattered throughout the text on the percentage of votes recorded by various parties are generally compatible with the authoritative Parliamentary Library figures presented below in Table 1.

Source: Commonwealth of Australia Parliamentary Handbooks.
There is, however, one significant factual error, and also some contestable assumptions.
She states (correctly) that the major parties received 79.6 per cent of the primary vote in 1988 and “approximately the same” in 2001. In fact, the major party vote increased from 79.6 per cent to 80.85 per cent in 2001. In this context an error of that size is important.
Secondly, there is the fact that One Nation came from nothing in 1996 to be the biggest minor party (8.43 per cent) in 1998, a year in which the Greens and Democrats vote went down. The minor party vote reached a record 16.18 per cent in 1998. In 2001, the One Nation vote fell by 4.09 per cent, the Democrats and Greens vote increased by 0.28 per cent and 2.34 per cent respectively, and the minor party vote fell to 14.71 per cent.
Amanda asserts, in a different context, that “progressive [i.e. people like us] voters in both major parties defected to the Greens”. She seems to believe that she knows not just net gains and losses but the intermediate changes that make up the totals. Nobody knows, or can know, what these intermediate changes are.
The combined Democrats/Greens vote peaked in 1990 at 12.59 per cent. It has not subsequently been above 10.37 per cent. The record-low 1998 major party vote was a function of One Nation’s meteoric rise, not of a swing to the Greens and the Democrats.
The number of Greens candidates increased steadily from 53 in 1990 to 150 in 2001. Some of the higher vote should be attributed to that, not to an increase in “core support”.
It is also possible (probable?) that most of the 2001 increase in the Greens vote came from One Nation defectors. In July 1998, an IPA Backgrounder by WA Chamber of Commerce and Industry Director Lynden Rowe was published. In it, Rowe quoted from their own websites the three minor parties’ policies. The responses were almost identical. All three identified themselves – and still do – as economic xenophobes opposed to international trade and free markets and in favour of highly regulated labour markets and financial institutions. All are for zero net immigration or something very close to it. Conversely, the Greens and Democrats are also in favour of an open-door entry policy for “refugees” or, more accurately, anyone who claims to be a refugee.
The Senate
The Senate election table (page 60, QE8) cannot be fully reconciled with the Parliamentary Handbook. It shows from 1996 a Greens vote of 1.6 6 per cent and a WA Greens vote of 0.5 2 per cent, a total of 2.1 8 per cent. The Handbook shows the Australian Greens vote to be 2.4 0 per cent, WA Greens 0.5 2 per cent and Tasmanian Greens 0.2 5 per cent, a total of 3.1 5 per cent – higher, in fact, than the total Green vote in 1998.
The 3.13 per cent decline in the 1998 vote for the major parties had nothing to do with “defections” to the Greens or the Democrats, both of which went down, but to the emergence of One Nation with 8.99 per cent of the vote.
State elections
Greens boosterism characterises Lohrey’s coverage of state elections in Western Australia and Tasmania. Lohrey acknowledges the importance of One Nation’s quirky decision in Western Australia to allocate preferences against sitting members and therefore to Labor’s advantage, but fails to mention the long-festering Finance Broker’s scandal and Richard Court’s stupid refusal to remove promptly the relevant minister, Alfred Cove MLA Doug Shave, from the Cabinet or even to another ministry. Shave lost his own safe seat because Labor decided not to run a candidate. The Liberals repaid that opportunism in the 2002 Cunningham by-election.
The Greens, as they usually do, withheld preference decisions to give them more time to extort policy concessions and make a better judgement about who would win. Very late in the campaign, after the Liberals had shot themselves in both feet, the Greens backed Labor. It had no more effect on the election outcome than One Nation’s de facto support for Labor, because neither party’s preferences was effectively delivered.
In the Legislative Council, five Greens were, as Lohrey says, elected on 3 or 4 per cent of the primary vote or less. One of them was elected only because some One Nation votes were counted twice. The three Greens who got 4 per cent or less of the primary vote would not have been elected without the iniquitous “tick a box” system under which preferences are allocated. They polled 7 per cent and got five seats. One Nation polled 9 per cent and got three.
Last year’s Tasmanian election is claimed to be a “Greens’ triumph”, apparently because the Greens won four seats after the Liberal vote collapsed. Lohrey attributes the higher Greens vote to the “widespread disgust at the (Labor) government’s aggressive take it or leave it forestry policy”. So “widespread” was this “disgust” that Labor won 52 per cent of the primary vote and 14 of the 25 seats. The Liberals, after playing footsies with Greens about an anti-Labor, anti-timber industry deal, won seven seats.
If that is a “Greens’ triumph”, may there be many more.
It is true that on present trends the Greens will be the most important minor party, due principally to the Democrats’ self-destruction. But trends do change.
In the early 1990s there were two Greens Senators from WA. They have now been defeated by Democrats. Present Greens triumphalism may yet be illusory.
In three of the four federal elections in the 1960s, the Democratic Labor Party had a higher primary vote than the Greens have yet recorded. And unlike the Greens, DLP preferences were highly disciplined and always directed against Labor. In two, possibly three of the 1960s elections, DLP preferences were decisive to the result. The DLP has had no relevance to any federal election outcome since 1969.
The Greens’ quality assessment
On page 12, Amanda states, “The environment movement never was anti-rational and science was and remains one of the most potent weapons in the green movement’s arsenal of polemics.”
That (pseudo) science is a major component of “the green movement’s arsenal of polemics” is true. But real science plays little, if any, part in their policy determination. A few examples:
The precautionary principle. A central component of green ideology which asserts that no new technology can be adopted unless it has been proved there will be no adverse side effects. This entails proving a negative, which, I understand, is regarded as logically impossible. Greens want the “precautionary” principle to replace rational assessment of risk – a Renaissance concept later developed by scientists and statisticians – as the probability theory which determines the modern view of the world and public policy.
The absurdity of the precautionary principle can be demonstrated by its retrospective application to immunology, which often does have undesirable side effects. Ipso facto, it should be banned leaving millions of people to die in the “natural” way. For a comprehensive review of this matter see Peter Bernstein’s Against the Gods.
Prohibition of all offshore oil exploration. The annual stormwater run-off from urban areas puts more petroleum into the sea than nearly fifty years of offshore exploration and production. Petroleum is readily biodegradable in a marine environment.
The green mantra that modern agriculture is “unsustainable” and must be replaced by organic agriculture. Never mind that modern agriculture is immensely productive, feeding an ever-increasing population much better than in any previous era and at massively lower, and still declining, real costs. It is no coincidence that organic farming is the norm in the same places where endemic malnutrition and sporadic mass starvation is the norm. Greens, or most of them at least, are not deranged despots like Robert Mugabe who prefers to let his people starve in order to protect them from the alleged health hazard of GM food, but if their organic farming fantasy is enforced, millions more will die of starvation.
Forest management and timber harvesting. “Preservation of old growth forests” is cited by Lohrey as an important objective of the Greens. It is also one of the most irrational. The language reveals the mindset. No forest can be “preserved”. One century’s “old growth” forest is the next century’s dead forest.
The science and management of forests has long been a minimum four-year degree course at Melbourne University and ANU. When forest policy was being made in Western Australia, professional foresters were sidelined and ignored. Policy was determined by a motley collection including a football coach, a dress designer, an Archbishop, a doctor of medicine, a one-time hurdler and a nonagenarian nonentity. Their common attributes were self-indulgence, giant-size egos and a profound ignorance of forest science and management. Politicians – on both sides, though Labor was worse – succumbed to their demands and locked away enough forest to put another thousand vulnerable blue-collar workers out of jobs and devastate timber communities. The Greens, of course, were most strident supporters of that policy. So much for Amanda’s claim that the Greens are custodians of compassion and social justice.
What about the forests?
One kilometre east of the small one-time timber township of Northcliffe (twenty-nine kilometres south of Pemberton) is a picnic reserve called Forest Park and a walking track called Marri Meander. The park is home to a mixed karri/marri forest with a dense understorey and trees so old they are falling down in large numbers. This is a preview of the future for all of the sacred “old growth forest”. No seedlings are emerging and none will until the forest is burned. Its accumulated fuel load is big enough to ensure every living plant will be killed when, not if, a wildfire razes it. The forest will then regenerate.
What drives deep greens?
Consciously or not, Amanda confirms that green ideology is a secular religious movement. Thus, “This is the Greens’ own Genesis story and Pedder is its paradise lost,” and “the [Pedder] campaign was fought with a quasi-mystical fervour,” and “The growth of this international ecology movement has been accompanied by the rise in an earth-based spirituality.”
Similar mystical sentiments can be found in B.A. Santamaria’s writing. Anna Branwell’s Ecology in the Twentieth Century: A History (1989) points to the role of such sentiments in Nazi ideology. Greens are not Nazis, but their secular religion, like that of the medieval Church and modern Christian and Islamic fundamentalism, has a mystical, intolerant and authoritarian streak.
Not surprisingly, Bob Brown is seen to be this secular religion’s Messiah. He is fulsomely praised for increasing the Greens’ electoral appeal to peaceniks by jumping on the anti-Iraq war bandwagon. Surely Amanda, herself a Tasmanian, knows about Brown’s speech to the Tasmanian Parliament on 4 April 1991. Brown moved the motion:
The House calls on the Prime Minister, Bob Hawke, to act immediately to intervene in Iraq to stop the slaughter of the Kurds and establish their right to self-determination … we are in the disgusting position of sitting on our hands while these people are absolutely slaughtered – the least we can do is get our Prime Minister to speak up and put the full weight of this country towards the protection of these innocents.
Why hasn’t Brown been confronted with this bit of his own history in any of his frequent TV interviews and doorstops? Is he a protected species?
The moral humbug exhibited by Brown on this issue is consistent with his party’s failure to support Peter Costello’s attempt, in the face of a dishonest motor lobby campaign, to maintain petrol excise indexation.
For all of human history until the last two centuries, the vast majority of people knew nothing better than subsistence as a living standard. Most people were employed in the – not always successful – attempt to produce enough food to sustain life. Life was indeed mostly “poor, nasty, brutish and short”.
In modern times, almost everyone in the first world has a standard of living beyond the conceptual grasp, let alone the experience, of the ruling class of great empires.
It began, necessarily, with the agricultural revolution which started about 200 years ago and has not stopped. This revolution vastly increased output and labour productivity, freeing labour for new industries. A vastly greater population is now much better fed at a continually falling real cost.
Other factors aiding the transition from scarcity to abundance are:
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Scientific, technical and mechanical innovation;
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Capital accumulation;
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Market economies and international trade; and
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Cheap abundant energy from fossil fuels.
The Greens are opposed to all of them. They are strident and scary supporters of self-serving Kyoto Protocol scenarios.
The CO2-induced global warming hypothesis has been discredited by twenty-five years of satellite-measured global temperature. The economic component of IPCC models has been demolished by former Australian Statistician Ian Castles. He has received no reply. I doubt that he ever will. Even if there was a problem, Graham Pearman, head of the CSIRO Division of Atmospheric Physics and a global warming advocate, has admitted Kyoto would make “hardly any difference”.
A relatively small amount of cheaper non-fossil fuel energy could be produced from hydro power. Vast quantities could be produced at somewhat higher cost from nuclear reactors. Predictably, the Greens veto both.
The Greens agenda poses a threat to affluence and, because of the consequences of large reductions in real incomes, a threat to political harmony. Some of them know this very well: it is their objective.
Who are the deep greens?
A substantial proportion come from remnants of defunct communist parties. A younger group would probably be communists if the parties were viable. Their objective is to destroy the capitalist system with economic sabotage.
Some are driven by power lust and the opportunity to exercise political power without accountability. A lot of mostly younger people just want to thumb their nose at society and its institutions. A large number are probably genuinely concerned about clean air, water and physical beauty – who isn’t? – but are victims of green exaggeration.
The organic agriculture lobby and the suppliers of high-cost solar and wind energy are eager to acquire, via political fiat, captive markets for their noncompetitive products – like Renewable Energy Bills. Plus of course there are the rent seekers in academia whose incomes and status are dependent on the greenhouse “industry”.
Peter Walsh
BEAUTIFUL LIES
Response to Correspondence
Beautiful lies continue to be unearthed, even in Quarterly Essays, so I am grateful to George Seddon, Barney Foran and A. Duncan Brown for taking the time to pen their thoughtful responses to my essay.
As always, George Seddon’s words are beacons. There is much in his contribution that I wished I had written myself. His thoughts on Aboriginal fire-management are particularly valuable for setting out with clarity a general pattern that I have only otherwise glimpsed. This is that “firestick farming” was practised most assiduously on the more populated woodlands and plains. The tall timber country of the far south-east and south-west was, in contrast, lightly settled, where it was settled at all. Dense forests and their inhabitants were evidently regarded with ambivalence, and here fire frequency might have been dictated more by nature than man. And of course firestick farming was not a perfect system. But over 47,000 years, even lackadaisical application of the firestick can have a profound effect.
Seddon’s first-hand recollection of the cultural milieu of rural Australia between the wars is invaluable. His sense of peaceful, albeit somewhat separate, co-existence of Chinese, English and others in places like Mildura begs explanation in light of earlier colonial experience. And of course he is correct that old-world obsessions with religion and British regional origins flourished in the new continent. Otherwise Ned Kelly would be a historical nobody.
Barney Foran takes the tack I had hoped for – both uncovering my own beautiful lies and building on my essay in important ways. His rigorous economic and environmental analysis, which suggests that Australia should not trade in low-value agricultural commodities, is indisputably correct. But how is such an eventuality to be arrived at? Likewise his view that life in the modern human feedlot is not all it could be has much to recommend it. But how, precisely, are we to escape this humdrum consumer existence? Here, surely, are key directions for future informed debate on Australian society.
A. Duncan Brown’s contribution disappointed me somewhat in that he seems to misunderstand some of what I’ve written. His assertion that I am Tuckey-like in opposing the creation of more reserved land in Australia is plainly wrong. I would like to see more reserves, but it is of tremendous importance that we better manage the reserves we already have. Royal National Park’s fate in losing native species may be an extreme one, but the entire reserve system is in diabolical trouble in this regard. A far more pro-active stance, including large-scale, systematic and well-researched reintroduction programs, is vital to maintaining small, isolated parks like Royal.
I find Duncan Brown’s thoughts on soil impoverishment under kangaroo and cattle grazing curious. While kangaroos can be younger at harvest, they are also much smaller than cattle, and are of course harvested at varying ages. They also have a lower metabolic rate, making them more efficient at turning grass into meat. Though he posits an interesting thought, the argument is not sustained by rigorous analysis. His assertions on the humane aspects of whale harvesting are likewise limited: the “inherent cruelty of harpooning” versus shooting or throat-cutting is not evident to me. Surely all methods can lead either to slow and cruel, or swift and merciful deaths. We need more data here. His assertion that whale meat serves to “titillate the rich” of Japan rather than sustain a human population is baffling. If both are ecologically sustainable, is affluent titillation more base than bare subsistence? A moral and philosophical version of the Augean stables awaits the philosopher here.
Finally, I would like to comment on some comparisons that this essay has given birth to. I was somewhat dismayed by Christopher Pearson’s ungenerous thought (voiced in the Australian) that perhaps I will be best remembered as Australia’s own version of P. T. Barnum. I can only read this as an inference that he views my work as more show than substance. Such considered deafness to the arguments I have put has me empathising with Seddon’s final question: “Is anybody listening?” But even George says I read like Pontifex Maximus, so perhaps the deliberately provocative style of QE9 has been misread by many as arrogance. Yet I hope that I have not shot so wide of the mark.
Tim Flannery
BEAUTIFUL LIES
Correspondence
Tim Flannery’s ecological humanism is fundamental to this essay and to the ways in which it challenges “the lies we tell about land and people”. Flannery rightly highlights the persistence in practice of the founding myth of terra nullius and the potentially “fatal mismatch” between the “colonial insert” of European attitudes and practices and the ecological and cultural realities of this country and its original inhabitants. Echoing Bill Clinton’s comment while visiting Australia during the Tampa crisis – that he couldn’t understand the fuss over 400 refugees when climate change could deliver another 400,000 if we didn’t change our patterns of consumption – Flannery is right to argue that, “If things do not change, it will become more and more difficult to sustain even the number of people we now have, let alone take the vast number of refugees our foreign policy threatens to create in the days ahead”. “The old nexus between unsustainable dreams, environmental damage and population growth” must be broken, he writes.
His eco-humanism infuses his position on population and the environment at the essay’s end. “Australia, as we have seen, is labouring under the burden of a profound environmental crisis for which there is no solution in sight … at current levels of consumerism and technological capacity, the continent has too many people”. Nevertheless, he argues passionately, and rightly, that we cannot adopt a “lifeboat Australia” policy. We must continue to take refugees – for which our foreign policy has made us morally responsible – but do so in the context of a sustainable population policy that will regulate future immigration.
Yet Flannery’s version of eco-humanism is also problematic. It leads him to advocate a narrowly anthropocentric view of how nature should be made to work for humans. It misdirects his criticisms of Australian environmentalism. Ultimately, it undermines his opposition to “the old nexus”.
Flannery is a practised and practising controversialist. Too often, for the sake of stirring hyperbole and in the absence of basic research that might tame a good iconoclastic assertion, he tosses out the bilby with the bathwater. As a result, his essay is often frustrating and infuriating. Frustrating because it offers only a cursory and fragmentary view of Australia’s critical environmental problems: Flannery devotes nine pages in total to water use, salinity and climate change, yet gives five pages to the problem of the feral cat. And infuriating because of its glib misrepresentation of the Australian environment movement.
His discussion of the feral cat reveals problems that plague the work as a whole: it is too often poorly researched, its argument is too often based on simplification and inference from a single but inappropriate example, and too often it is hard to draw meaningful conclusions from that argument.
Just consider this brief quote concerning feral felines: “One museum curator has reported, in condemning the cat as a major menace, that felines kill billions of native animals each year. It’s a frightening figure that has led many to see cats as major contributors to Australia’s biodiversity crisis. Yet is the moggy really responsible for the extinction of Australian natives? Clearly cats are efficient predators … Yet beyond their hunting finesse, there is little evidence that cats have exterminated any species in the Australian environment.” For added emphasis, Flannery asserts that only one native species, the white-footed rabbit-rat, is likely to have been exterminated by cats.
Here we slide from an accurate description of predator impact to the unsupported suggestion that many (but who?) believe the moggy is not only a contributor to but responsible for multiple extinctions … which Flannery denies. He goes on to ask, “How to reconcile this information with the dogmatic belief of some environmentalists that cats are a major – if not the major – threat to Australian wildlife?”
Well, nothing he has said shows this belief to be wrong. The commonly available and authoritative review of relevant scientific literature, Dickman’s Overview of the Impacts of Feral Cats on Australian Native Fauna, published in 1996, also attributes the extinction of four other species – Gould’s mouse, the Alice Springs mouse, the Darling Downs hopping-mouse and the big-eared hopping mouse – directly to feral cats, which in addition have contributed substantially to the decline of seventeen other native mammal, seven bird and three reptile species. Flannery too, a few pages later, confirms the widely held view that cats, alongside a multitude of other factors, contribute to impacts on vulnerable populations of native mammals.
In all, he first attributes simplistic views to others and then “retrieves” the situation by offering blatantly obvious “complexity”. Ultimately there is nothing exceptionable here. The “argument” is merely the yowl of a straw cat. Indeed, what conclusion are we to draw? Should we do nothing about feral cats, cane toads, rabbits or foxes, which alone may not have caused the extinction of many native species but collectively are major contributors? Are we to believe that more than a few environmentalists are always wrong about the environment, as he seems to suggest? Flannery’s point – whatever it may be – remains furtive and lost in the undergrowth.
By far the most problematic part of the essay, for me, is the section called “The Dead Hand”. Anyone familiar with Australian environmentalists and environmental campaigns would struggle to recognise them in Flannery’s reductive caricature of the movement as a bunch of tree-huggers, animal liberationists and naive, narrow-minded preservationists. I will deal first with what is offered in the essay and then add what is missing from this account.
Flannery indicates that he is writing about the goals of the “early conservation movement” (a movement that for him begins in the late 1960s and early 1970s, although many others, such as Hutton and Connor in their History of the Australian Environment Movement, rightly locate the first wave of conservationism in the nineteenth century). But he then proceeds ahistorically: early movement understandings and aims are confusingly attributed to a very different movement existing three or more decades later.
For example, he suggests the early movement’s desire to “save” nature in national parks or reserves was central to a strategy to conserve biodiversity. The Australian national parks movement, which dates from the 1930s and was first championed by the likes of Miles Dunphy, initially sought to establish national parks for aesthetic and recreational reasons. It wasn’t until the 1980s and 1990s that its organisational advocates transformed their aims, and parks and reserves came to be seen as a vital aspect – but never the sole focus – of a strategic approach to the conservation of native species (biodiversity).
Nevertheless, Flannery castigates the movement’s push for nature reserves, arguing that, “If we look around our national parks today, what we see in the great majority of cases are marsupial ghost-towns, which preserve only a tiny fraction of the fauna that was there in abundance two centuries ago” and citing the Royal National Park south of Sydney as a classic example. Really? Like many early reserves, the relatively small Royal National Park – our oldest park, established in 1879 – was never “designed” as a biodiversity reserve but created for recreation, “for the use of the public forever”. Does Flannery’s argument apply equally to Kakadu, the Daintree or the Mallee? No environmentalist would argue that even a complete suite of national parks, one representing a proportion of each major ecosystem, would be sufficient to the task of biodiversity preservation. And what alternative is Flannery offering? No more parks? Would mining, logging or clearing these areas or subjecting them to other versions of “multiple use” be a better proposition?
The argument about whether or not nature reserves are the answer to the problem of biodiversity protection is rightly extended into a broader discussion of whether the Australian environment, sculpted by 60,000 years of indigenous hunting and fire-use, can indeed be preserved by being “locked up”: “To think that we can walk away from managing the new environment that this history has created is a form of madness.” Here again Flannery seems to suggest – inaccurately – that most environmentalists support a policy of absolute neglect, that little active management of national parks occurs (this will be a surprise to the various state environment departments, no doubt), and that all greenies are basically animal liberationists.
“It is in this context that we need to examine another focus of the Australian conservation movement – the preservation of native species,” he writes. But what manner of preservation? Perhaps, just as “the black hunters culled the wildlife of Australia and preserved what was viable”, we too should engage in culling and managing native species. The debate over culling has been a peripheral issue for much of the movement for the past forty years. Presently, environmentalists and green groups support a wide range of positions, from the wholesale pastoral use of kangaroos instead of cattle and sheep through to an absolute prohibition on the killing of native species. Nevertheless, most agree that preservation of native biodiversity requires very active management indeed – including management of feral plants and animals, use of fire, culling and coordinated activities on private and public land. Sadly, there is nothing in this essay that reflects on the complexity – or criticises the inadequacies of – current land management practices, biodiversity strategies and contemporary government or environment organisation policies and practices in relation to these matters.
It is when Flannery looks at whaling that the logic, the moral foundations and the underlying problem of his version of eco-humanism are most visible. “In order to maintain the blanket no-kill approach, the campaign to ‘save the whales’ has had to depart from a strictly environmental logic,” he argues (emphasis added). “Because the whaling industry is so comparatively well managed, good environmental managers should be calling for the closure of a lot of other fisheries before they even begin to think about whales”. Indeed, if whales “are closer in intelligence to the sheep than the dog, is it morally wrong to eat them if they can be harvested sustainably?”
How are we to understand all this? Flannery’s discussion of whaling suggests that he rests comfortably among those who accept that anything and everything may be turned into a resource for human use, if only it can be done “sustainably”. He even appears to support whaling while reflecting that we still don’t know what has caused the recovery of a potential target species, the southern right whale. This argument places Flannery firmly among those boosters and developers who would claim sustainability and take the lot … those whom he opposes elsewhere in the essay.
There is a chasm between the “old” resource conservationists (including Flannery) and the “new” environmentalists who argue that a vast range of other values must be recognised as valid reasons for preserving species and landscapes. Since the 1970s, the “new” environment movement has become the domain of many who are capable of discovering more in nature than a supermarket of resources. Whales are revered by some not because they may be an almost endless source of sheepish sea-steaks but because they are the planet’s largest living creatures. Others are drawn to the awesome mystery of an animal that is truly global in its range. Whales are defended by still others because the whales’ nearmiss with extinction, their survival and slow recovery as a species, symbolise the hope that through public pressure other things too may be rescued from the brink – no point in fighting for the Tasmanian Tiger or Passenger Pigeon now. Similarly, forests may be one person’s firewood but another’s “green cathedral”. Whales and forests have long been iconic rallying points for a broader cultural trend towards respecting and protecting nature, as well as part of the push to better understand and husband natural resources. That is why Greenpeace’s symbolic as well as practical fight against whaling is part of its larger international campaign to stop the wanton plundering of global marine fisheries in toto. I suspect Flannery’s narrow and instrumental view of what constitutes “good environmentalism” blinds him to these irreducible aspects of aesthetic and spiritual wonder, and also to their political consequences.
When one looks in detail at recent Australian environmental history, one sees just how diaphanously thin this essay really is. Perhaps it is Tim’s narrow view of what is strictly environmental that encourages him to simplify the organisational and ideological complexity of much of an environment movement that has some 500,000 members and supporters, clustered in thousands of groups locally and nationally.
Perhaps too, as a result, the critical problems of defining what an environmentalist is and where the boundaries of the environment movement lie are avoided. The former environment minister Robert Hill once highlighted the definitional difficulties posed by the broad shift towards a “light green” culture in industry, civil society and government alike when he claimed that, “We are all greenies now.” Certainly, the essay pays almost no attention to the institutionalisation of environmental concerns in government and industry action and is therefore silent on both the few strengths and the many weaknesses of such incorporation as it touches on critical issues like biodiversity preservation, climate change and land degradation.
Perhaps it is also why no mention is made of the Australian environment movement’s extensive campaigning on and contributions to a range of not-so-flashy issues from the late 1980s onwards – the debates on economic restructuring and ecologically sustainable development, on the impacts of trade and farming on the environment, on industrial change and environmental modernisation in the manufacturing and transport sectors, on energy production and energy use, on urban planning, on waste production and disposal, on pollution and, most recently, on the over-use of water. Where in this essay is there discussion of the decade-long struggle over greenhouse and climate-change policy, or of the long history of the partnership between the Australian Conservation Foundation and the National Farmers’ Federation that led firstly to the creation of the nationwide Landcare program with its over 3000 groups combating land degradation, including salinity, and then to Coastcare Australia? The strong support given by key national environmental organisations – the Australian Conservation Foundation, Friends of the Earth and the Wilderness Society in particular – to indigenous rights and Aboriginal co-management of national parks and other lands, including through revising the notion of wilderness to recognise indigenous ownership and prior and current use, also fails to get an airing.
Yet despite these minor omissions, Flannery answers his own question, “How are we to characterise the environment movement of the late twentieth century?” by saying that the movement has shifted “away from a focus on sustainability and towards subjectively emotional issues such as animal rights and tall trees… [campaigns which] with the best will in the world, actually run counter to good environmental management”. Ultimately, I find it difficult not to read this essay as, in part, an uninformed attack on the environment movement.
Peter Christoff
This letter was received too close to publication for Tim Flannery to respond.
BEAUTIFUL LIES
Correspondence
There is little with which to disagree in the main thrust of Tim Flannery’s Quarterly Essay, Beautiful Lies, but a number of specific points do need some qualification, usually because they over-simplify very complex situations or processes.
The Aboriginal practice of burning scrub or forest is frequently cited by Flannery as a justification for the current policy of “hazard reduction” burning. A problem with this argument is that no one knows how frequently any particular area of land was burnt by the Aborigines, at least in eastern Australia. There is some continuation of the practice in parts of the Northern Territory and of Western Australia where, of course, environmental conditions are very different from those in the east. The statistics for the effectiveness of hazard reduction burning are fuzzy – needless to say. What they suggest is that the practice increases the frequency of low-intensity fires (because it causes them), decreases the frequency of fires of medium intensity, but has no effect on the frequency or severity of high-intensity (“blow up”) fires. In the light of that, and taking into account the extent of European impact on the Snowy Mountains and, of course, the appalling weather conditions during the January 2003 fires, to imply that the possible extinction of the pygmy possum and the corroboree frog can be attributed to lack of hazard reduction burning is to draw a very long bow indeed. Similarly, I have serious reservations about his suggestion that the cessation of burning by Aborigines “is the major cause of mammal extinction in central Australia” – not least because of the complexity of any ecosystem and the length of time involved.
Flannery notes that over the past few decades the Royal National Park in NSW has “lost its kangaroos, its koalas, its platypus and greater gliders” and uses this as evidence against “proclaiming more such reserves”. The arguments for and against nature reserves are not nearly as simple as that statement suggests. It is now generally acknowledged that if a reserve is to sustain its biodiversity, it must have an area greater than a certain minimum, a minimum that obviously will vary with the type of environment in which the reserve is located. In addition, wherever possible, there should be “corridors” connecting neighbouring reserves and allowing movement of animals between them. Not only is Sydney’s Royal National Park Australia’s oldest national park, it is one of the smallest in the country. It adjoins a city. Its borders, being the sea, Port Hacking and a major highway, are essentially impassable to the relevant animals. Internally, it is bisected by a major road and further fragmented by smaller ones. It is an obvious example of inadequacy and cannot be used as a valid argument against the principle of national parks.
Flannery argues in support of the “kangaroo industry”. Part of his argument is that it is less cruel to shoot a kangaroo through the head than to put cattle through the ordeals to which they are exposed on farms and their subsequent slaughter in an abattoir. I would add that the comparison is even more stark if the cattle have been raised in a feedlot. But there are some qualifications at this level. One is that the marksmen are as good as this comparison implies and do not leave wounded kangaroos to die slowly. Another is that the kangaroos that are shot are not mothers with dependent joeys.
There is another less emotional dimension to the comparison which Flannery does not address. Kangaroos grow faster and reach maturity sooner than cattle – slightly over two years for kangaroos compared with about four years (including gestation period) for cattle. This implies that kangaroos will withdraw nutrients from their ecosystem – and hence from their soil – faster than the same mass of cattle. Under most conditions in a natural ecosystem this would not matter because the elements are recycled within the system. In commercial agriculture, however, the produce is consumed elsewhere. In other words, weight for weight, and depending on the age at which the cattle are slaughtered, harvesting kangaroos will normally impoverish soil faster than harvesting cattle from the same environment. Because of many variables, and the qualifications that would follow, I am reluctant to quantify this statement in a short letter such as this.
Commercial agriculture is possible only through the application of fertiliser – but that is not “sustainable” because some nutrient elements are used in a manner that is essentially irreversible. The element most obviously vulnerable to exhaustion is phosphorus. I should emphasise here that, while this has particularly serious implications for Australia, it is a global problem. Calculating the “life expectancy” of natural resources has many uncertainties, of course. My own estimates indicate that, if present trends continue, known global phosphorus resources will be exhausted within 85 to 190 years.1 A long time in the perspective of politicians and captains of industry, but a very short time indeed on evolutionary, or even historical, time scales.
I find Flannery’s arguments in support of whaling somewhat short of convincing. Having argued previously for a kangaroo industry partly on the basis of the cruelty of slaughtering cattle, he makes no mention of the inherent cruelty of harpooning. From my perspective, this is even more difficult to justify when the result of that form of slaughter is used, at least in Japan, not to help sustain a population but rather to titillate the rich.
In the context of whaling, Flannery acknowledges the complexity of natural systems. In the paragraphs that follow, however, he proceeds to comment on old-growth forests on the one hand and biodiversity, soil degradation and water conservation on the other as if the two areas are unrelated. Most of Australia’s soil degradation and problems with water, to say nothing of loss of biodiversity, are largely a consequence of deforestation.
A. Duncan Brown
1. See A. Duncan Brown, Feed or Feedback: Agriculture, Population Dynamics and the State of the Planet, Utrecht, International Books, in press.
BEAUTIFUL LIES
Correspondence
It is easy to be romanced by Tim Flannery’s engaging polemic, the turn of phrase, the millennium captured in a single phrase and the catholicity of his tastes in history, peoples, politics and science. It is the sort of essay that people read to each other savouring a word sequence, delighting in a well-thrust dagger and captured by a range of ecological insights that only a well-trod traveller in time can bring. A scientist examining Flannery’s huge canvas could easily become pedantic and lose the broad thrust and forget Flannery’s role as a provocateur. Instead I’ll adopt a role similar to Flannery’s, put the data to one side and present my own polemic where he left off.
Australia does not have a water problem, a biodiversity problem and a population problem as Tim Flannery suggests. In reality our environmental problems are driven by a protracted trade problem and an affluence problem. Most national policy churn and environmental hand-wringing is aimed at ameliorating the knock-on effects of these primary drivers rather than attacking the causes directly.
First to trade! Because of history, location and preference we have locked ourselves into paying for imports by trading in food, fibre, minerals and some manufactured products. True, we are increasing our trading acumen with wine to Europe, cars to Saudi Arabia and farmed tuna to Japan, giving great copy for ministers of both persuasions telling us how bright we’ve become since the Hawke and Keating era modernised our economy. But beautiful lies abound. For every one billion dollars in hard-won car exports we still import three billion dollars worth of flash transport from Japan and Germany, so preserving a three-to-one imports-to-exports ratio that has been with us for some time. Generally, we have locked ourselves into high energy and water transaction costs for every hard-won export dollar. We wonder, myopically, why our inland rivers are becoming saline drains and why we are derided by most countries for our greenhouse emission profligacy and our Kyoto non-compliance.
Perhaps one solution lies in finding alternative methods of trade exchange such as bartering, rather than writing our trade contracts in dollars, yen or euros that in the end discount the value of an Australian dollar. Australia exports more water in net terms (embodied in traded goods) than we supply to our cities and towns. Prices are set in world terms, economists talk about comparative and competitive advantage, and every Christmas time our national dailies promote the “water crisis” while ministers meet and Wentworth Groups advise. Trade goes almost unmentioned, although local papers take twice-yearly swipes at rice and cotton growers as though they were the cause, rather than the symptom, of the problem. The import bill may have to adjust radically because the environmental account is, seemingly, always in the red.
Water-poor countries abound, some with items that we require and pay lots for. Saudi Arabia (oil), Korea (manufactures) and Singapore (computers and musical instruments) are all surprisingly water-poor on a per capita basis. In twenty years’ time we may exchange goods on the basis of the environmental services embodied in them rather than using a financial rate of exchange. Barter could be catching.
Alternatively, if world trade attributed environmental negatives to the country of consumption rather than the country of production, then the parlous state of local environmental accounts could be sheeted home to the consciences of consumers in downtown Singapore, Los Angeles and Tokyo. However, our greenhouse account still stays in the red, since what we lose in exporting the emissions with the aluminium will return in spades, embodied in consumer electronics and fancy cars.
Then on to personal affluence, the central driver of Australia’s trade problem. Flannery is correct when he says that the more people, the more problems, because technology cannot deliver a big enough finger to stop the flood from the dyke. It does not matter whether the consumer is black, white or brindle, a consumer is still a consumer. Technology tends to produce as many environmental problems as it solves. As a race, humankind delights in newness and difference. When there are no paddocks to plough, no forests to fell and no web pages to design, we salve our beleaguered spirits with a trip to the shopping mall or the e-commerce portal. Consumption and affluence makes us feel good, it makes jobs and it makes the economy grow. It is a brave commentator who would question this way of living.
Beautiful lies abound in terms like “sustainable consumption”. We are kept busy sorting our rubbish for the recycling bin without really knowing whether the wheelie bin culture provides any net benefit in energy and material terms. We could find out, if we wanted. We could design society as a new-age chemical plant where every output is an input to another cycle, another product or another service. But urban Australia is a rather anarchical beast and perhaps we’d lose the magic of the pizza shop and the eternal car yard if we attempted to implement some grand design. The thought that we might consider some top-down overall design which intersected with some bottom-up consumer action is a rather heavy concept that smacks of a centrally planned economy. Let the market fix itself!
But could we ever change and would we want to? I remember a discussion at a conference about Sustainable Seattle. It started with an urban stormwater problem caused by intense thunder-pumps and too many hard surfaces. The Seattle engineers found that tree-scapes (slowing down the water) were more effective than concrete drains. When the streets were treed, the people came back, the neighbourhoods and their local shops emerged, people walked on the streets, the streets were safe and people had a life again apart from cable TV and the blank stare of the shopping mall. At a micro-scale this is happening in some suburban blocks in Australia. But it is local government stuff and seemingly what the people want. Unfortunately it’s not the stuff of how you’d run a “real” country.
But somehow we have to substitute the rush and excitement of a real life for the rush brought on by buying and owning things. Flannery’s picture of “mothers with grown-up families wanting to save whales and forests” is fascinating. But how do we turn ardent corporate managers into consumption misers who care more for clean air and clean water than a corporate spreadsheet and a profitable bottom line?
To supplement Flannery’s eight coda items, here are six physical realities that are precursors to beating the beautiful lies at their own game.
Reality one is that the composition of Australia’s international trade is what drives environmental decline. We need to foment a revolution in what we grow and, most importantly, in what goods we are prepared to trade.
Reality two is that shortening the production chain and bringing the producers and consumers into physical proximity could bring many social and environmental issues into confluence. This does not mean building jumbo jets and advanced computers in the local community hall. But it may mean vegetables and fruit becoming seasonal again, so that I won’t be able to buy Californian grapefruit in Esperance in the middle of an Australian summer.
Reality three is that the prices we pay for many sorts of food in Australia may have to change appreciably because of the water, land and energy impost of the current production systems. Current ideology sees that this price increase should be levied at the production base or at the farm gate. Other ideologies see that the polluter-pays principle can equally be applied to the consumer in the grand sweep of things where the individual consumer is both the driver of the economy as well as ultimate recipient of all the goods and services that it produces. What about a cappuccino tax to pay for the water and greenhouse cost of the milk production chain?
Reality four is that urban Australia is directly responsible for the parlous state of Australia’s environmental quality. Urban demand for cheap services and products from Australian landscapes is a primary driver. Of equal importance is urban imports which in turn put more pressure on the farm and the mine to balance our external trading account under the current structure and functioning of the Australian economy.
Reality five is that corporate and government managers are running a marathon with blindfolds when it comes to key infrastructure and machine stocks that determine how Australia works physically. These stocks determine our long-term future, they are slow moving and turn over every fifty years or so. Yet we implement first-home-owner schemes without any cross-compliance requirements for greenhouse emissions. We sink billions of dollars of industry assistance into the Australian car industry without the requirement that they produce hybrid-engined cars that all government fleets are required to purchase.
Reality six is that urban Australia, home to three-quarters of our citizens, is becoming critically energy-dependent and lacks the robustness and resilience to deal with energy shocks that will be with us from 2020 onwards unless we start a revolutionary response tomorrow. Each year the fossil fuel industries in Australia receive six billion dollars of subsidy and we still buy the story that in general renewable energy is not price-competitive and that the propellers of wind-power generators kill endangered bird species.
Perhaps the biggest lie of all, foisted on us by the national spin doctors, is that economic growth forever, at a rate of 3–4% per annum, could ever be compatible with the concept of environmental sustainability. For every consumption dollar that I spend in today’s Australian economy, I cause the use of thirty-seven litres of water, I use the energy equivalent of one quarter of a litre of petrol and I stimulate three square metres of land disturbance.
If Australians are to “rescue the future” and refute most of the beautiful lies, urgent and direct action is required on three fronts.
The first is to acknowledge that every consumption dollar has an impact. Much is heard of the many benefits that flow from each additional dollar, but somehow the negatives are always someone else’s problem. Tim Flannery gets the lie just right when he describes the “sheep-carrying-capacity story” that was ascribed to Minister Ruddock by the Australian’s Paul Kelly. So consumption dollars are great and we all love them. However, we’d better start labelling each of them so that we can judge for ourselves whether the downstream effects of a hundred-kilometre car journey, a kilogram of beef and a litre of wine are just the gift we had in mind for our children’s children.
The second is to change the footing of the Australian economy from promoting personal consumption to encouraging investment into brainpower, robust communities, urban infrastructure and repairing the farm and the river. National income must be derived from investments into fine design and great ideas rather than bulk consumption. Currently $600 billion in superannuation funds is slopping around the system looking for a place to work. The investment community tell me that good projects are few, apart from a few one-offs such as buying Sydney Airport and building yet another connector ring road to join one node of congestion to another.
The third is to start valuing people as solutions rather than relying on technological wizardry. Technology can certainly help us stall many of the effects promoted by the beautiful lies. But for many environmental challenges, technological solutions are like bandaids and aspirins for a broken leg. We need to get past the symptoms and attack the real cause of the pain.
Rescuing the future from the current trajectory we appear to be on is the most urgent task facing Australia. Flannery despairs that we have frittered away the opportunities that Federation brought us a hundred years ago. Long-term population modelling1 tells us that we have a twenty-year window of unparalleled good fortune before past indecision will catch up with us. While in 2020 Australia will not turn into a pumpkin, it is then that we will start our slide into ageing, arable land loss, oil depletion and river salinity. We can avoid the worst effects of these, but do we have the courage?
Now is the time to create an era that we could be proud of, when we fixed up the place. The next ten years will tell.
Barney Foran
1. See Barney Foran and Franzi Poldy, Future Dilemmas: Options to 2050 for Australia’s Population, Technology, Resources and Environment, November 2002, http://www.cse.csiro.au/research/program5/futuredilemmas
BEAUTIFUL LIES
Correspondence
“We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan, in accents most forlorn. And so we will unless we listen and act. Tim Flannery’s essay is a manifesto. We have heard some of it before, but not all, and here we have all thirty-nine articles passionately and clearly argued. Since I subscribe to all the principal tenets, I have little to offer other than marginal annotation – but it invites this at times, by the very force and speed of the argument.
The introductory three pages are nothing less than brilliant in linking so clearly the direct environmental costs of the Snowy scheme with the longer term environmental consequences of the ill-conceived population policy that was used at the time to justify it, while the two together have greatly reduced our capacity for a humanitarian response to the refugee problem we have helped create.
These three pages are what one might hope for in the editorials of the newspaper of a civilised and thoughtful nation in crisis. But we don’t see them, and I am far from confident that the Australian public at large has any idea at all of, for example, how misconceived was the Snowy scheme. In Western Australia, letters still appear quite regularly in the local daily in support of Ernie Bridges’ mad scheme to drought-proof the south-west by running a pipe-line down from the Kimberley. It has been shown very clearly more than once that the pumping costs alone would bankrupt the state, but that does not stop the West Australian from publishing letters of support. Should a responsible press behave thus? A similar story can be told for Queensland and western New South Wales: the spread of the cotton industry down the Darling almost to Bourke is on a par with rice-growing along the Murrumbidgee – flood irrigation with its huge evaporation loss on the driest continent on earth?
Sheep and Cats (with Fire to come)
If widespread environmental degradation is generally recognised, who are the chief villains, apart, of course, from us? Flannery passes sentence on sheep and European pyrophobia, while cats get a remit. I am sure about the sheep. They have done immense damage in the pastoral rangelands, made worse by inadequate public and private policy. Only South Australia has been able to put sensible management policies in place. Sheep have eaten out the palatable species in huge areas of semi-arid Australia, and their jack-hammer hooves have pulverised the topsoil, leaving it to blow. One of our principal exports has been topsoil. All the hooved mammals have contributed to this, including feral goats and buffalo, but the sheep have been the worst. In a book coming out this year I put my view that “Waltzing Matilda” should be our national anthem – because the swagman killed and ate the jumbuck.
Flannery’s assertion that cats are not especially destructive is well worth considering, and he is probably right. Dr John Walmsley, it seems, is a victim of woolly thinking, while Flannery has “good science” on his side – we have his word for it. The examples he adduces to show that cats do not cause extinction are very plausible, especially the case of the large islands, Kangaroo Island and Tasmania, which both have feral cats but have lost only the Dwarf Emu (Kangaroo Island) and the thylacine, neither from cat predation. Removing a predator is more likely to lead a species to extinction than introducing one, the classic case being the removal of the mountain lion from the Kaibab National Park in the US. The kaibab deer then had a population explosion followed by a dramatic collapse. Before the cat was introduced into Australia there had already been several major changes in the predator–prey relations, especially the introduction of the dingo and the disappearance of the thylacine in mainland Australia, and one other major predator, the Aborigine, was disempowered at about the same time that the feral cats achieved their near-continental distribution, so one might see the cat at least in part as filling a newly vacant or under-tenanted niche.
What seems more likely than that cats have either been major agents of marsupial mayhem or that they have not been at all significant is that cats have been a serious threat to some species in some places. They are certainly a major hazard in attempting to re-colonise parts of the Peron Peninsula with small marsupials, but Tim would concede this, although not, it seems, Dr Walmsley’s comparable efforts. The rangers I knew in the Snowy River National Park were convinced that cats were a real threat to the survival of the lyre-bird in that area, once apparently fairly common. Nevertheless, they survive in quasi-suburban Sherbrooke Forest, so even with birds there is contrary evidence. Where we live in Perth (one of Australia’s gigantic urban feedlots, as Flannery calls them) there has been a spectacular revival, to my delight, of several ground-feeding bird species, especially the willie-wagtail and the mudlark. Their local disappearance was caused by inappropriate pesticide use, and their recolonisation has not at all been impeded by the moggies. This, of course, like so much of the evidence, is anecdotal, but at least from someone who is neither a cat-lover nor a cat-hater.
Pyrophobia
Flannery comes close to endorsing a beautiful lie himself, although it is a corrective exaggeration rather than a lie, and he illustrated this in The Future Eaters. Some early colonists and explorers in south-eastern Australia remarked on the skill with which the Aborigines used fire as a maintenance tool. Sylvia Hallam showed, largely through linguistic analysis, that the Nyoongah had a sophisticated understanding of fire-management in south-western Australia. Rhys Jones, with the all the flair of a top advertising executive, popularised the concept with the phrase “fire-stick farming”, and this became an invaluable counter to the common view at the time that the Aborigines were primitive savages. So far so good, but as Flannery has remarked elsewhere, in such a highly politicised arena the moderate view loses out. Without in the least discrediting Aboriginal knowledge of fire-management, there is reason to doubt its universal application; indeed, it strains credulity to think of a population about the size of Perth applying fire-hazard reduction (control) burning over a continent. They would have had time for nothing else, and as in all communities there would have been a few irresponsibles whose fire escaped, other mishaps from sudden changes in wind direction, lightning strike and all those troubles that our own society struggles to cope with, often unsuccessfully, even with high-technology resources like the capacity for water bombing.
In any case, many areas of dense forest appear to have been virtually uninhabited. A.W. Howitt recorded some, like the gorge of the Mitchell, which was off-limits, and parts of East Gippsland. The Krautungalung of the lower Snowy area were not true nomads: they practised transhumance, moving in a defined territory from the coast, up river and back again in a repeated seasonal pattern. According to Howitt, they called the people of the sparsely inhabited dense forest to the east, “the Wild Men” (Brajerak). The Nyoongah of south-western Western Australia had a distribution pattern not unlike that of today: coastal, estuarine, along the rivers and in the light woodlands of what is today the wheatbelt, the terrain in which their management techniques were likely to be most effective. The heavy jarrah and karri forests of the Darling Plateau were sparsely inhabited, although Hallam does produce good evidence that they (or parts of them) were more open than they are today. Many other areas, in south-eastern Australia, of what is now fairly dense forest seem once to have been “open and park-like”.
In central Australia, the anthropologist Tindale described the Aborigines, whose culture he admired, as “peripatetic pyromaniacs” capable of setting fire to thousands of square kilometres of Triodia to catch a few lizards – but they were true nomads, living with a different ecology. Flannery calls the colonists “pyrophobic”. People with phobias all sound a bit neurotic, but all settled societies are pyrophobic, as most Aboriginal societies seem to have been. That is why they managed fire to try to reduce its potentially destructive powers – just as French foresters, for example, have been doing in southern France for many years. None of the above is to challenge Flannery’s central thesis, that large parts of Australia are more flammable now than they were two hundred years ago.
Immigration and cultural diversity
Flannery gives a rich account of the cultural diversity of the founding decades, which includes the Eora, but he then shows how the culture became progressively more introverted, persisting until the 1950s. I have no disagreement with the broad-brush thesis, only a few more marginal notes. I am older than Tim, born in 1927 and so with a different experience. My father was a country bank manager, and much of my youth was spent in Mildura. We lived above and behind the bank in one of the two main streets, Langtree Avenue, and I have no memory of xenophobia. A group of Chinese lived next door; they ran a laundry. We neither liked nor disliked them. They were different from us, but they were there, full stop. Mildura was the dream of two Americans, the Chaffey brothers. Ernestine Hill wrote a book about them and called it Water into Gold. I wrote a book with a chapter heading “Gold into Water”, since the irrigation water for the whole irrigation area was described as “free”, which meant that the huge infrastructure costs were not paid for by the consumer. Flannery gives the Chaffey brothers stick, and rightly so on environmental grounds. Oddly enough, however, Mildura was a social success. Almost half my father’s customers were Italians or others of Mediterranean origin, and this before World War II. There was no question of “acceptance”: they were there (and they brought us great fruit and vegetables). It was the war that broke the social harmony. From Mildura we moved to Horsham, where many of (the best) farmers were German, come east from South Australia. Tim concedes that successive waves were absorbed, and this really strengthens his point rather than the reverse. There were, however, deep cultural divisions within those societies, between the Protestants (us) and the Irish Catholics, who were plotting to take over the place. Venom was also directed at the Jews, who were planning to do the same thing. There were cultural neuroses enough, but they may have varied from place to place. I doubt that Australia has ever been quite so homogeneous as superficial appearances suggest.
Food
I have some reservations about the globalisation of food, having spent a lot of time in Italy, where Italian cuisine is still resolutely Italian, with minor exceptions like pizza, essentially an American re-import in its present form, although there was an earlier Italian source. The main customers for it are tourists anyway, mostly American. I love Italian cooking, but there is nothing like the variety we enjoy here in Australia. Outside Paris, French food is still mostly French; outside south-east England, English food, alas, is still mostly English (and that includes the “Chinese” food). We have every right to be proud of the quality and diversity of our cuisine, as does New Zealand, and yes, it owes much to migration, as well as to the Australasian taste for travel.
Moo-cow Mitchell
It seems a pity to interrupt the grand sweep of the Flannery narrative with nitpicking, but quibbles do suggest themselves with such a thought-provoking essay. “Moo-cow” Mitchell’s vision of settling 75,000 British migrants in the south-west of Western Australia did not fail because of “the truculent soils and the sheer weight of the forest to be disposed of”. The latter was back-breaking, but the enterprise failed because the blocks were too small for subsistence farming, and much more important, because the only cash crop, milk and butter, had no real market. Transport was poor, refrigeration prohibitively expensive, and the domestic market minute. The “landscape of bucolic bliss” is there now, however, and it does combine a distinctively Australian quality with a kind of European civility – but the crop is not grass but wine-grapes, perhaps the most economically successful and sustainable agricultural enterprise in Western Australia. Get the crop and the market right! The remaining dairy farms make gourmet cheeses, which give a higher return and are easier to transport than bulk milk or butter.
The wine industry around Margaret River has been self-funded, much of it from the ample resources of the medical profession, and it is further supported by and supports the tourist industry. Mitchell’s dairy farms were a state enterprise, and although the funding was meagre and the implementation largely failed, its failure actually paved the way for the vines, and Mitchell’s principle should not be dismissed.
Grapevines win over grass on another count: they are deep-rooted, while grass and cereal crops are not. The future lies with the deep-rooted: salt-bush, tagasaste (very successful on the light lands around Jurien Bay), agro-forestry, reversion to natural scrub. Acacia cyanopylla has been planted in trials near Esperance. Sheep are naturally browsing rather than grazing animals, and the acacia is highly nutritious and nitrogenising to boot, but it demands more fencing and more management than current practice.
Much of the southern half of agricultural Australia is ill-suited to its current use, primarily large-scale cropping for cereal, mostly wheat. Productivity is very low by both European and North American standards when productivity is measured by yield per hectare. Italy has a total cereal production that is close to that of Australia and quite often exceeds it, from much less land. Twice in the last decade the United Kingdom (which effectively is East Anglia, the only part of the UK with a climate dry enough to ripen wheat) produced more wheat than Australia (admittedly two good years there and two bad years here). To put a few figures on it, in 1998/9, Australia had a wheat yield of 22.1 million tonnes (Mt) with a (comparatively meagre) yield of 1.91 t/ha. World production was 588 Mt, to which we contributed about one-thirtieth – although we exported nearly four-fifths of our production. That, however, was a very good year, the second best in the decade. Back in 1991/92 we produced 10.6 Mt against 90. 6 for the EU: Germany and the UK produced considerably more, France more than three times as much, and even Italy almost as much, at 9.4 Mt (and for Italy, for all intents and purposes you can read Sicily). The story was similar, even worse, in 1994/5, when we were down to 8.9 Mt. It is also worth emphasising that although our figures vary substantially from year to year, from a low of 8.9 to a high of 23.7 Mt (in 1996/97), the European figures are relatively constant: France always produces around 30 Mt. Figures for the other cereals tell a similar story but on a much smaller scale on our part. We produced 1.39 Mt of rice, about one-four-hundredth of world production, and exported about half. We also exported about half of our coarse grains production (primarily oats, barley, sorghum and maize), which represents about one-ninetieth of world production. The bottom line, which comes as a surprise to many, is that we are not a significant cereal producer on the global scale1. Our National Anthem is another beautiful lie: I have proposed an alternative.
Mining
Every now and then Australia or parts of it win the lottery. How the prize-money has been and is spent may be worth more attention than it has received. The prize has come from mineral discovery, and although Blainey’s title The Rush That Never Ended (great book) has been true in the broad sense, it has not been continuous, but more like herpes, breaking out in different ways in different places. How have we spent the lottery wins? Victoria built some fine provincial cities, notably Ballarat, Bendigo and Castlemaine, and it recklessly overbuilt its mega-feedlot, marvellous Melbourne, which then crashed. It began Melbourne’s primacy as an industrial and financial centre; the industry worked while we had tariff protection and the financial control until Sydney caught the new waves of information technology and left Melbourne to its conservative ways.
Western Australia won a later lottery in the last decade of the nineteenth century and spent heavily on infrastructure: Fremantle Port, railways, and a reticulated water system to the south-west and a pipeline to Kalgoorlie. This is over-simplified, but there is a point: the intention was to invest in the state’s future, translated as its agricultural productivity. Salinity has seen to it that this hasn’t worked much better than the moo-cows, but it was a good try.
Today we have won the lottery again, repeatedly, in the Pilbara, where the magnificent infrastructure has been built by the mining companies themselves. It will not outlast them, however, because without mining it will have limited alternative functions. Most of the money that has poured into state coffers has gone into general revenue and has been spent on doubling the size of Western Australia’s principal feedlot, Perth.
Mining creates skills as well as wealth. It needs emphasising that it generates and supports much of the “knowledge industry” in Australia, through the technological sophistication of the offshore oil rigs, the plant at the Burrup Peninsula and the facilities at Port Hedland, where the mainframe computer is more powerful than the space control centre at Cape Canaveral. All of the above are not only leading-edge technology by world standards. They also require constant input from highly skilled personnel, as does marketing and management of such global enterprises. Much of the employment is in Perth and the other state capitals. If we are to have a “knowledge nation”, this is the most likely driver.
Mining is not discussed by Flannery, and is anathema to many “conservationists”, for two or three reasons. One is a fear of all multinationals, irrespective of their individual character. There is hostility based on the appalling environmental degradation of early mining in Australia, which continued well into the last century. There are still rogues, but the main players are now, for the most part, exemplary. There is minimal land disruption compared to agriculture and grazing, and they are among the major employers of anthropologists, biologists and re-vegetation experts. The other fear is that they deal in an exhaustible resource and their activities are unsustainable. This is both true and misleading. The known reserves of all our major mineral resources are greater now than they were thirty years ago; in a sense new technologies “create” resources. New techniques of exploration will, without doubt, locate major ore bodies that now lie beneath the thick regolith of weathering products (including a thick sand blanket) that covers so much of central Australia, thus concealing surface indicators of mineralisation. This has hitherto not been penetrable by conventional methods of exploration, but CSIRO has been working on new techniques with great possibilities. One is the Glass Earth Project, which will allow us to “see” below the top kilometre of the earth’s surface by using magnetic fields, gravity, infra-red surface observations and computer modelling. Concealed ore deposits, like the bedrock sequences in which they lie, are highly weathered in much of Australia, and their appearance, mineralogy and chemistry are radically altered to the point that neither surface observation nor remote sensing can detect them.
These techniques are now being used in terrain “previously opaque to exploration”. There is good reason to believe that vastly more mineral deposits await discovery than relatively crude exploration technology has discovered to date. This is good news in that mining is one of the relatively few things other than cricket and tennis that we do well by global standards, and we need the money. How we spend it becomes the important question.
The Dead Hand
Flannery exposes some of the limitations of the “environmental” movement, and his essay is a telling critique of Amanda Lohrey’s preceding essay on the Greens. Campaigns to “save” gems of the environment have been useful and at times successful, to our benefit, but they do not adequately address the fundamental issues of land use and land management, or in Flannery’s words, “land, soil and bio-diversity conservation”.
Flannery cites Jock Marshall’s The Great Extermination: A Guide to Australian Cupidity, Wickedness and Waste. It was an important book, and it should be in the library of every secondary school in the country. But Marshall was the original shock-jock. I would put beside it, along with Watkin Tench, The Future Eaters and a few other key texts, Bruce Davidson’s book Australia: Wet or Dry, which should be reprinted.
Flannery is a mammalian biologist by trade, and from Monash, hence his affinity for Marshall. For mammalian biologists, “biodiversity” has become a mantra. It matters immensely, and I can share his grief at the loss of the white- footed rabbit-rat or Gnar-ruck, just as I share that of the Greens over the loss of Lake Pedder (in the latter case, from direct experience). We are the poorer for both, but neither loss keeps me awake at night, whereas the increasing salination of our soils is the stuff of nightmare. There is something to be said for Phillip Baxter’s image of life-boat Australia after all, not so much in fending off the hands of those struggling to climb on board (although that too, alas) but primarily in deciding what to jettison from the sinking ship. “Triage” is a useful concept because it focuses the mind on the essential or key issue, which in our case is the land. This is the danger of all the “save” campaigns. Worthy in themselves, they divert attention from the core problems. What I want us to save is the viability of Australia.
An attack on salinity will also be our best approach to conserving biodiversity, both animal and vegetable, by preserving or maintaining habitat, rather than by campaigning to “save” this or that species. The latest report from the National Land and Water Resources Audit predicts that salinity will impinge not only on our agricultural land. Some two million hectares of native vegetation are at risk, as are many wetlands. To reverse or halt this process, to restore at least one-third of our agricultural land to shrub and woodland and to dramatically reduce stocking rates on pastoral rangelands will be necessary to maintain some food production, but it will achieve the re-creation of animal habitat as a by-product. National parks won’t do it: one of the most telling of Flannery’s telling phrases is that they have become “marsupial ghost towns”.
Population, immigration, decency
The last section deals with population policies, for which “stocking rates” is a useful phrase to link environmental and social concerns. I need no convincing that we need to reduce immigration rates very substantially, nor that we must somehow reconcile this with our humanitarian responsibilities. Phrases like “creating the greatest good for the greatest number” will not help in achieving this. If you have one hundred dollars and one hundred people, you can give them all one dollar, thus helping the greatest number, or you can give the hundred dollars to one person, who gets the greatest good, or you can give fifty people two dollars or whatever ratio takes your fancy. Academic niggling aside, however, I am very much with Flannery about population growth, the need for a more humane society, and a better expression of this through foreign policy. Vietnam was a sorry mistake. Iraq was not our war. Most of our aid goes to Papua New Guinea, but we have had great difficulty in ensuring that it is effectively used (having assisted in a couple of ADAB surveys of our foreign aid programs, I know how hard it is to get good results, with all the dedication and goodwill in the world). Our intervention in Timor seems to have been our success story so far, but it will be a continuing responsibility, and I would like to see a fair proportion of our limited resources directed there.
This is contemporary politics. The main force of this powerful essay is to detail the extent of the environmental crisis, and in this it is exemplary. If at times the Flannery rhetoric has overtones that suggest the Pontifex Maximus and a new Messiah, so be it. We need ritual cleansing (of woolly thinking) and we need saving – which leads me to a last despairing question. Is anyone listening?
George Seddon
1. Data from 1999 Australian Commodity Statistics, Australian Bureau of Agricultural and Resource Economics, Canberra
A RIGHTFUL PLACE
Correspondence
A Rightful Place is another powerful contribution by Noel Pearson to public issues we prefer to avoid. While he provides a balanced description of the contesting forces around the telling of our history, his preparedness to face the brutal reality of the destruction of the Tasmanian people is welcome.
Noel is much respected by conservative Australians and they in particular should be exposed to all his views and not just to the many they find comforting, such as demands for responsibility and welfare reform. The dispossession, dispersal and, often, destruction of indigenous populations across Australia are as much part of our history as the fortitude of settlers in confronting harsh and difficult conditions, the building of a modern democracy, and the bravery of our soldiers in successive wars. We are entitled to be proud of our successes and achievements as a nation, but should avoid masking the darker aspects of our past.
Equally confronting to conservatives is the prospect of continuing Aboriginal collectives going neither peacefully into history nor foregoing their desire to retain distinct cultural identities as one layer of Australia’s ongoing identity.
And yes, constitutional recognition is important and relevant to our future as a nation. It is easy for us to agree that it would be good to remove race from the constitution. It is easy to agree we need a continuing constitutional power to legislate to deal with matters such as native title, now established in our law as something peculiarly available to those who are part of the tribes or polities of First Peoples, First Nations, call them what you will, and whose collective identity as native title holders is defined through their own laws and customs. What is less easy to determine is how to give substance to constitutional recognition. Around what proposition can the nation coalesce as we managed to do in 1967?
Pearson’s essay does not purport to answer this question fully. It is part of the continuing debate and argument about what form of recognition should be put before the Australian people. Eventually that will be determined by parliament, with the assistance of the parliamentary committee led by Ken Wyatt and Nova Peris and the review panel led by John Anderson. Noel’s essay contributes to that debate. But the aspect of the essay which most interests me is how we deal with the long-term place of indigenous peoples within the Australian nation, how we deal with what he describes as the “existential anxieties of distinct peoples” about their survival and having a “proper and rightful place” in the nation.
The essay recognises that reconciliation is about more than the gap in economic and social circumstances. That gap is, of course, important and is widely acknowledged. What is also important, but more difficult to comprehend, is that reconciliation is also about survival of indigenous collectives as distinct peoples, with a continuing place within the Australian nation.
There is much goodwill at government and community levels about closing the social and economic gaps. In part, that is because it is in accord with our natural tendency to see assimilation as the answer. Some, such as Gary Johns, are overt in putting a negative view about indigenous culture, the virulence of which “indicates a depth of antipathy that is rooted in a troubled history.” Whatever the source, A Rightful Place, correctly in my view, asserts that the default position (what I would call the visceral response) of many of us remains assimilationist. So we find it easy to embrace Closing the Gap, making “them” all the same as “us.” That was the spirit of the 1967 referendum, as I remember it. It was a demand for equal citizenship.
This time, we are grappling with issues relating to continuing separate identities. This is more difficult for us. Noel tries to explain it and make it acceptable to us through the concept of layered identities. He gives the example of the Jewish community participating fully and at a high level in every aspect of the life of the nation while holding strongly to its own identity and practice.
It is helpful to read this essay alongside a viewing of Noel’s address at Garma this year, published on YouTube. There you get the force of presentation as well as intellect. Following reference to the destruction of Tasmanian Aboriginal people, he posed the question “we are still grappling with today”: “will European settlement of Australia enable a different people with a different heritage to have space in it?” He poses it as a question still unresolved. He says that in the 1820s in Tasmania we answered the question by our actions. Then in stark terms he suggests, “If we don’t come to a just answer to that question today, that same answer will come about for benign reasons.” If he is correct in this, and I think he is, it is a matter of great seriousness for all of us.
There is much in Australia today to suggest that we are not very interested in allowing room for indigenous cultures to continue to be part of our national fabric. Whatever lip service we offer the world’s oldest living cultures, the clear message from our actions is that our main concern is to bring indigenous individuals into full enjoyment of their rights and duties as Australian citizens. There is no clear message that we understand and value these cultures as part of our nation. There is no indication from our actions that we will preserve sufficient space for the Yolngu, the Nyiyaparli, the Nyungar and so on to retain collective identities and distinctive cultural spaces.
In the case of remote communities that still observe practices close to those of pre-settlement cultures, the policies of successive governments seem designed to strangle them.
This issue poses challenges to both the broader community and the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander communities.
The challenge to the broader community is initially one of comprehension. If we achieve that comprehension, the next challenge is to set policies that allow difference. We won’t be able to meet that challenge unless indigenous voices can be heard and have a genuine say in decisions which affect them. The essay begins to address this and has already sparked further conversations about how this might be done.
It is for the indigenous population to decide how serious they are about preserving their collective identities and how they wish to speak with authority for those identities. In Radical Hope, Quarterly Essay 35 (2009), Noel captured, in a single sentence about a great Crow leader, Plenty Coups, the challenging task facing today’s indigenous leaders: he “led his people through the door to an unknowable future, and he stood his people on their feet to contend with the new world.”
Through native title, the raw material for legally acknowledging collective identities exists. Around Australia, claims both determined and undetermined document collective identities and their memberships. Even where native title is deemed to be extinguished, the process can identify who speaks for country, who the tribe is, and what the territory is. The Yorta Yorta spokeswoman Monica Morgan reacted to the dismissal of their appeal against the denial of their native title by saying firmly, we are Yorta Yorta, we are here, and you have to deal with us. In the same way the substantially dispossessed Nyungars, with the reality of massive extinguishment of native title across their territories, have been able to be at the table with the State as the traditional owners of the southwest of Western Australia.
In this respect, the assertion on page 67, that “there is no official recognition of the many tribal nations associated with particular territories,” is incorrect and is contradicted by Noel himself on page 69: “Through land rights schemes [and] native title rights … much has been done to recognise the territorial rights of … the original Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander tribes.” If indigenous people are serious in wanting to address the power imbalance caused by their extreme minority status, native title alone is an opportunity to have a place at the table as negotiators rather than supplicants.
The essay has already sparked discussion about how the democratic imbalance Noel identifies might be rectified. A few designated seats in parliament would be unlikely to produce members with authority to speak for the whole indigenous community. To what body would legislative proposals affecting indigenous people and peoples be referred? Who does speak for indigenous Australia? Or does each of the hundreds of indigenous cultural groups speak for itself? These are questions which only indigenous people themselves can answer.
It should not be so hard to progress discussion on these issues. Post-Mabo it is part of Australia’s reality that First Peoples, identified through traditional law and custom as a native title group, have particular rights peculiar to them over identified territories. Numerous mining and other agreements are made with indigenous people not as individuals but as members of traditionally based collectives. Those involved are fully Australian citizens and are also fully members of Aboriginal polities, with a group as well as an individual identity. What Pearson’s essay describes are the existential anxieties of these distinct peoples about whether they can survive and have a “proper and rightful place” in the nation. They will only do so if, to borrow again from Quarterly Essay 35, they are a serious people able to speak for themselves: “Do we have the seriousness necessary to maintain our languages, traditions and knowledge?”
I hope that A Rightful Place will promote the discussions required in general and indigenous communities about the challenges they both face. As a member of the general community, I hope governments and communities will ensure that there is space and time to permit indigenous people to work through these issues and for us to get beyond our instinctive demand for assimilation.
Fred Chaney
A RIGHTFUL PLACE
Correspondence
There is one dimension of Tony Abbott’s political character that does not fit with his wall-to-wall conservatism: his interest in the wellbeing, according to his lights, of Aboriginal Australia and his personal “crusade” for indigenous constitutional recognition. This dimension of Abbott’s politics first became apparent in February 2013 when, as the leader of the opposition, he spoke on the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander Peoples Recognition Bill. According to Abbott, Australia was a “blessed country,” except for one thing: “We have never fully made peace with the first Australians.” Abbott described this failure as a “stain on our soul.” Australia had to do now what should have been done 200 or 100 years ago: “acknowledge Aboriginal people in our foundation document.” When he became prime minister, Abbott showed that these words were not an aberration. He began to prepare the ground carefully for a referendum on indigenous constitutional recognition and let it be known that its success was one of his most heartfelt prime-ministerial ambitions. Clearly there is something peculiar in the Abbott discrepancy – the arch-conservative genuinely interested in indigenous constitutional recognition – that needs to be explained.
My explanation begins with two words: Noel Pearson. In 2005 Pearson delivered the Mabo Oration on the place of indigenous Australians in the nation. His speech concluded with these words: “The political truism that only Nixon could go to China is pertinent here. Only a highly conservative leader, one who enjoys the confidence of the most conservative sections of the national community, will be able to lead the country to an appropriate resolution of these issues. It will take a prime minister in the mould of Tony Abbott to lead the Australian nation to settle the ‘unfinished business’ between settler Australians and the other people who are members of this nation: the indigenous people.” This was remarkably prescient. It was also part of what Pearson describes as his political “long game.” At the time Abbott was no more than a middle-ranking member of the Howard cabinet.
Under Gillard, Pearson joined the expert panel considering the question of indigenous constitutional recognition, established in the compact with the Greens. For him, however, the planets only began aligning favourably, as he put it, as it became obvious that Abbott would become the next prime minister. For Abbott, as he admitted recently, conversion to the cause of indigenous constitutional recognition was long in coming. There is every reason to believe that it came primarily because of Pearson’s friendship and tuition.
Over the years it was Pearson who has made a case for constitutional recognition that might have some prospect of success. Its gradual development can be seen in the anthology of his writings, Up from the Mission. It has now been brought together in A Rightful Place. In essence the argument goes like this. Australia is a “triune nation,” formed of three parts: indigenous heritage; British cultural, political and legal foundation; successful immigrant integration through the philosophy of multiculturalism. Pearson rejects the conservative anxiety that the retention of either indigenous or immigrant identity threatens to splinter the nation. In contemporary societies individuals have what he calls layered identities. Part of the identity of indigenous Australians is traditional culture, language and love of homeland; another part the education that will allow them to operate effectively in the modern economy. There is no need to choose between economic participation and fidelity to tradition.
There was once, according to Pearson, a time when indigenous Australians had no place in the nation. This time has passed – through the franchise, legal protection from racial discrimination and limited common-law access to their lands through native title. Yet full acceptance still awaits recognition in the constitution. Until that recognition, Australia will remain an incomplete nation.
As Pearson understands, constitutional change in Australia is dauntingly difficult. In left–right politics, 51 per cent support is sufficient; in constitutional politics, support must approach 90 per cent, as it did in the 1967 indigenous referendum. A long time ago, when thinking about political support for his plans to tackle the breakdown in remote Aboriginal communities, Pearson became convinced that friends of the indigenous peoples could be found among the conservatives of rural and regional Australia. In thinking now about indi-genous constitutional recognition this idea, about a broad coalition including conservatives, has been extended. To garner the level of support required, the only possibility is an Australian version of the Nixon in China phenomenon. The leadership of a trusted diehard conservative like Tony Abbott is vital.
What are the prospects of success? In A Rightful Place Pearson quotes a comment made in 1959 by the anthropologist W.E.H. Stanner: “To the older generations of Australians it seemed an impossible idea that there could be anything in the Aborigines or in their tradition to admire. The contempt has perhaps almost gone.” Unhappily, Stanner was wrong. In recent years, the old contempt has returned. One source is the editor of Quadrant, Keith Windschuttle. His revisionist history of the genocide in Tasmania not only minimises the number of deaths but also argues that Aborigines had no attachment to country and were “the agents of their own demise,” that is to say responsible for their own extermination. Another source is the former Labor minister Gary Johns. Here is a typical passage from his Aboriginal Self-Determination. “What if the [Aboriginal] culture is no more than people behaving badly, a result of blighted environments, poor incentives, awful history, and an historic culture best relegated to museums and occasional ceremonies? … Aborigines did not prosper in Australia. They merely survived.” A third source is the News Corp columnist Andrew Bolt, who regularly attributes the contemporary malaise of life in the remote communities almost entirely to traditional Aboriginal culture and treats with sarcasm any warm-hearted description of the world of the Aborigines before the arrival of the British, while apparently blind to the racism involved.
As Pearson understands, writers like these are influential on the right of the federal parliamentary Coalition. Come the referendum it is hard to estimate how many will side with Andrew Bolt rather than Tony Abbott. Even more troublingly, such writers have created a public opinion of uncertain size contemptuous of Aborigines and hostile therefore to constitutional indigenous recognition. Pearson’s political logic is based on the idea that the hard right can be isolated from Abbott-led conservatives and everyone to their left. But if the hard right cannot be contained to a rump, and if right of centre opinion is, on balance, opposed to recognition, then the referendum will most likely fail.
There is a different kind of problem with relying on an arch-conservative to lead the campaign. The Gillard-appointed expert panel favoured the removal of the idea of “race” from the constitution but also constitutional protection against racism, recognition of Aboriginal languages, and a generous declaration acknowledging and respecting the Aborigines as Australia’s first peoples. As soon as their report was tabled, Tony Abbott opposed the idea of constitutional protection from racism as a mini bill of rights, a classic expression of contemporary Australian conservatism. Eventually conservative opposition to any mention of Aboriginal languages in the constitution also became clear. Even then the whittling down of the expert panel’s recommendations seemed not yet complete.
A referendum on doing little more than removing references to race in the constitution would be a far from satisfactory outcome. Pearson has tried to overcome the problem of diminishing hopes by floating the idea of a stirring declaration outside the constitution, and the creation inside the constitution of an indigenous body restricted, however, to providing the parliament with advice. Whether such ideas will be supported by other indigenous leaders or by conservatives is presently unclear. I believe Pearson is right to think that the referendum is only likely to succeed if the campaign is led by a trusted conservative. Paradoxically, however, leadership of this kind might in the end reduce the scope of recognition so radically that the question put to referendum might actually be opposed by a sizeable number of indigenous Australians. Such an outcome would be, of course, grotesque.
There is another problem with this whole question. More than anyone, Noel Pearson was responsible for turning Australians’ attention from exclusive interest in symbolic reconciliation to the crisis of life in the remote indigenous communities. This was an act of high political intelligence and courage. But it was not without risk. As Pearson understood, concentration on community dysfunction might revive the oldest stereotypes about Aboriginal Australians lying just beneath the surface of national consciousness. In the past years the old stereotypes have indeed resurfaced, encouraged by both the hard right’s advocacy of assimilation and their expression of unconcealed contempt for indigenous culture.
Around the time Pearson broke the public silence concerning the problems of alcohol, drugs and welfare dependency, I argued that his increasingly open expression of irritation with the left, while understandable, was a political mistake. The pro-reconciliation enthusiasm of a significant section of the educated and affluent middle class was an asset that ought neither to be spurned nor taken for granted. I still think there is something to this criticism. Under the influence of Noel Pearson, John Howard first floated the idea of indigenous constitutional recognition immediately before the 2007 election. The idea was revived by the Greens in their 2010 compact with the Gillard government. As we have seen, it was strongly supported by Tony Abbott as leader of the opposition in 2013. And yet, despite the support for the referendum across the entire political spectrum, time and again it has been postponed, most recently until 2017 and the fiftieth anniversary of the 1967 referendum. The reason is dismayingly simple. The issue has never captured the national imagination.
This points to something deep. During the 1990s, under Paul Keating and Patrick Dodson, there existed an atmosphere of intense hopefulness about the role reconciliation might play in the creation of a better nation. In May 2000, at its climax, hundreds of thousands of Australians walked across the bridges of Australia in support of a reconciliation ceremony at the centenary of federation, an idea which, unforgivably, the Howard government quickly killed. The mood of hope was still not altogether extinguished, as the passions stirred by Kevin Rudd’s February 2008 apology to the stolen generations demonstrated. However, in recent years that atmosphere has faded. Somehow, if the referendum is to succeed it will now have to rediscovered. Pearson is probably right to believe that unless the movement for indigenous constitutional recognition is led by a rock-solid conservative it is unlikely to succeed. The problem is that a rock-solid conservative is the least likely kind of political leader capable of reigniting the social-justice passions of Australians. If the referendum fails, it might not be as a consequence of the Great Australian Silence over the meaning of the dispossession but of something even older, the Great Australian Indifference to the fate of the Australian first peoples.
Noel Pearson is pre-eminently a political thinker concerned with outcomes. But he is also an intellectual concerned with the search for truth. Never has the tension between these two dimensions of his personality been clearer than it is in A Rightful Place. As a political strategist, Pearson understands that nothing is more likely to destroy the prospects of a successful referendum than a return to the fiercely partisan cultural conflicts over the nature of the dispossession which Australians called the History Wars. As an indigenous intellectual, however, he has discovered that the issue simply cannot be avoided.
The familial parts of A Rightful Place, where Pearson struggles to shine a personal light on these matters, form, for me at least, both the most moving and intellectually compelling dimension of the essay. He is keen to introduce his children to English literature. In the preface to an old favourite, War of the Worlds, about a ruinous alien invasion of London, Pearson discovers to his astonishment that H.G. Wells’ inspiration was the British extermination of the indigenous Tasmanians. In the work of a contemporary English scholar, he discovers to his even greater astonishment that Charles Dickens – the author of Great Expectations, the book he has been reading to his daughter – was a bitter enemy of savage peoples: “I am yet to work out whether, how and when to tell my girl that the creator of Pip, Pumblechook and that convict wretch Magwitch may have wished her namesake great-great grandmother off the face of the earth.” Pearson knows that missionaries saved his people. But he concludes this chapter with the chilling story told by one of these missionaries of the murder of Didegal, a contemporary of his great-grandfather. “Anonymous, extrajudicial, unreported, mundane. Like eradicating vermin. Or inferior beings of human likeness.”
All this points to the most obvious contradiction at the heart of A Rightful Place. Pearson believes that the successful passage of the referendum for indigenous constitutional recognition relies on conservative leadership. For someone who is seeking to rally conservatives to the cause of constitutional recognition nothing could be more impolitic than to dwell upon the meaning of the dispossession or even to embrace, as he does, the concept of genocide as a descriptor for the nineteenth-century disaster in Tasmania and maybe elsewhere. Even some left-wing historians now avoid it. Pearson understands only too well the tension between his political pragmatism and his obligation to analyse the history of his people truthfully. “I hoped to avoid the past, but it is not possible. I hoped to dis-remember the past, but it is not possible.” Pearson is too honest either to avert his gaze from history or to pretend that he has found a way to resolve the consequent contradiction.
Robert Manne
This is a revised and expanded version of a piece that appeared in the The Saturday Paper on 27 September 2014.
A RIGHTFUL PLACE
Correspondence
Noel Pearson with eloquence and insight has told the nation it cannot postpone the question still unanswered after two centuries: what is the place for the first peoples of Australia in the constitutional nation created from their ancestral lands? That is, by definition, a political and constitutional issue. It is also, however, something greater: a spiritual and conscience issue for the entire nation.
For the Australian people – conservative, liberal, socialist, Green, Anglo-Irish or ethnic – there is no escape from our shared historical dilemma. Pearson’s purpose in his essay is to confront Australians with the question but also to lead them towards an answer. Time is running short. Tony Abbott is pledged to a constitutional referendum yet the precise question is undefined and the public debate remains confused and fragmentary, hardly good omens.
It is now widely accepted that reconciliation must be both practical and symbolic. Pearson has long operated as a prophet on both fronts. Indeed, his campaign to transform the debate about welfare, education and living standards in remote indigenous communities has had a profound impact on public policy. But he warns in this essay the indigenous predicament cannot be reduced to the vital yet banal “closing the gap” paradigm. Invoking the words of Galarrwuy Yunupingu, he says something greater is at stake: whether the Yolngu of Arnhem Land – along with other indigenous peoples from across the continent – will find a settled place in the Australian nation so they may long live on the earth.
It is my belief that Pearson has devised a cultural and political framing of the nation that offers the best avenue to addressing the Australian dilemma. He has been developing this framework over decades. “Our nation is in three parts,” he writes. There is the ancient heritage with its culture in the land- and seascapes. There is the British heritage with its structure of law, society and governance. And there is the multicultural achievement – the merging of peoples from around the world.
Pearson argues the people of Australia now “stand on the cusp of bringing these three parts of our national story together.” He suggests this is the ultimate meaning of constitutional recognition of Australia’s indigenous peoples and this will make “a more complete commonwealth.”
This should become Abbott’s script. He could find no better method of interpreting the referendum to the Australian people. The key to this idea lies in “completing” the nation (a conservative concept) by inclusion (a liberal concept) authorised by constitutional amendment (the essence of reformism).
The prime minister likes the idea of completing the nation’s constitution as opposed to transforming the constitution. It is a pivotal point: the public will vote for the former but reject the latter. This interpretation is perfect for Abbott as a constitutional conservative and monarchist. It makes possible the referendum’s passage because it enables the public to grasp what it means and endorse its purpose. The idea reassures because it fulfils.
In this sense Pearson’s essay hands Abbott an immense gift. Yet Abbott’s door is already open. He told parliament last year that pre-1788 “this land was as Aboriginal then as it is Australian now” and that until this is acknowledged “we will be an incomplete nation and a torn people.” Pearson and Abbott see the referendum not just as atoning for the past but also as fulfilling the Australian story for the future. This is the key to either persuading or marginalising conservative pundits, such as Andrew Bolt, who currently oppose the referendum and have the sway to inflict grievous harm. Unfortunately, they do not see that failing to resolve this question constitutes a far deeper threat to Australia’s stability.
The essay reveals Pearson, again, as too iconoclastic to be typecast by political allegiance and too independent to be a populist among his own people. On the components of the referendum question Pearson has re-assessed. His journey testifies to the agony amid the opportunity this referendum constitutes for Aboriginal leaders. It is the eternal tribulation of politics: the trade-off between ambition and realism.
Pearson has abandoned his previous support for the referendum as a constitutional guarantee of racial non-discrimination. He makes this clear in the essay. It is an essential step, since the Abbott government would never include this provision in a referendum. Although recommended by the 2012 expert committee, the idea would derail the recognition of the indigenous peoples by creating a new and divisive debate about a constitutional bill of rights. Pearson, as realist, says constitutional change cannot be obtained by winning 51 per cent of the people. The only road to success is bringing “the whole country on board.” Hence, he makes this concession; as a realist, he had no choice.
But, ambitious as ever, Pearson wants a trade-off for his concession. He asks: if a racial non-discrimination clause is not the answer, then what is a better solution? Anxious to secure more substance for the referendum, he is unconvincing in his answer. As an alternative, Pearson wants a new political body “to ensure that indigenous peoples have a voice in their own affairs.” The idea is not sufficiently developed. The problem, surely, is that it seems too much a variation on dubious past experiments involving indigenous advisory or representative bodies.
However, Pearson’s most powerful idea about the referendum’s components goes to the question of race. In many ways this is his single most important argument in the essay. Pearson fully supports removal of the racial references in the constitution, usually seen as sections 25 and 51(xxvi). This is often called repealing the “race power.”
But what happens after this? There is a strong push for a new power to be inserted permitting the Commonwealth to legislate in relation to Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples. Yet this raises another point: is the referendum supposed to eliminate the idea of race from the constitution or entrench a new race power allowing laws to be made on a racial basis for indigenous peoples alone? The answer to this question may determine whether the referendum succeeds or fails.
Here is where Pearson takes his stand. “We are a human race,” he writes. He sees differences of culture, heritage, language and religion resolved in the idea of a shared race. This leads to a powerful political conclusion. The best approach for the indigenous peoples, Pearson argues, is to honour their own culture but not seek citizenship of the nation on the basis of race, nor have their racial identification embedded in the constitution. He says accepting this idea will be “a day of psychological liberation” and that removing the concept of race will have immense practical gains for indigenous peoples. Many progressives will find this idea shocking. Yet it provides the deeper basis for reconciliation.
The ultimate inspiration in this essay, however, is its fusion of the moral and practical. For Pearson, there is a moral obligation upon the Australian people to end the lack of constitutional recognition of the indigenous peoples. Beyond this lies the fate of our national project: how does Australia endure as a united cohesive nation without recognition of the peoples whose history on this continent stretches back beyond the mists of antiquity? The qualities now needed are clarity, goodwill, flexibility and realism. Noel Pearson offers them in abundance.
Paul Kelly
A RIGHTFUL PLACE
Correspondence
‘My thoughts flash back to the warriors who fought the colonial invasion …’; ‘I cannot take my mind off William Lanne …’; ‘I want to re-remember what happened in [Tasmania] …’; ‘I indulge my own nostalgia by sharing those things that possessed me as a boy …’; ‘[the death of Truganini was in] the primary-school curriculum of my childhood …’
Noel Pearson’s language in A Rightful Place reflects a new phase in his trek as an intellectual and as a person. It is time now to think more on the past, and, also, on what it is to be indigenous, on what it is to be an Australian, and on what it is to be. Pearson’s reform trajectory, one that began with the legal achievements of land rights, and midway added an incandescent focus on the restoration of social functionality to communities in deep trouble, has moved again. It is not a shift from action to contemplation in any simple sense, but it is in some sense. Noel’s own mellowing struggle with the terms of belonging is projected here onto the wider screen of the various peoples of the commonwealth. This wrestling all night is not in vain. It leads him to put the psyche back into what it is to be a citizen, complementing what is so often a reduction of the political personage to a rights-bearing participant in the economy.
Noel writes in the essay of:
‘existential angst’, ‘the great existential enigmas’; ‘existential anxieties’, ‘psychological discomfort’; ‘a legitimate anxiety’; ‘the emotional convulsions of identification and memory’; ‘the psychological meaning of this historical legacy’; ‘this historical and spiritual turmoil’.
On this occasion:
I am not now concerned with the legal question [of indigenous relationships with territory]. I am concerned with the metaphysical question: the spiritual notion.
This is why, in the essay, Noel is able to frame the constitutional issues other than by legal and political lineaments alone. I think this saves them from being less engaging, less interesting, less alive, than they will be if they remain forever in the secular combat zone of structure and rights. Here Noel walks gingerly the fulcrum of a seesaw. Tipping in one direction, one might suppose, are social unity and integration, which are matters of structure. Tipping in the other, perhaps, are past-based identities and cultural distinctions, which are much more matters of feeling and value. But it is too easy to consider the structural unity of the modern liberal nation-state as not being composed also of tradition, of the past, of feeling. And it is likewise too easy to consider the rootedness in the past of traditional identities as having a life apart from the superstructure of government, industry, education and the media. Once again, here, Noel is offering a radical centrism, one in which structure and peoplehood have to meet the elemental demands of the psyche for a home, a haven.
In other words, if the coming constitutional amendments do not nurture the soul, they will be as chaff. The next liberation in Noel’s to-do list has to be “psychological.” He does not say “emotional.” This difference matters, as it is the psychology of the emotions surrounding identity and the post-colonial self as an embodiment of history that is his concern. It is about feeling but it is even more about a thinking awareness of feeling. This is the hope for those who endure troubled and anxious times about who or what they are. One thing they need to be relieved of is the notion of belonging to a native “race.” The self, not just the constitution, and not just popular ideas of indigenous peoplehood, has to be de-racialised.
Reforms to the constitution, chief among which should be the removal of the notion of race, will be “not just a matter of symbolism. I think this will be a matter of psychology.” The day when indigenous Australians come to regard themselves as people with a distinct historical and cultural heritage but not of a distinct race will be a day of “psychological liberation.” Until then, “psychic trouble” will continue to beset Aboriginal people. “The virulent but sometimes subtle antipathy of some Australians to our existential claims is the source of the indigenous Australian anxiety,” Noel claims. I’m not sure about the aetiology here, but the end aimed at is impeccable. Race is dead.
The past seems now to be Noel’s latest major agenda item for the future. Resolution of the past, of memory, nostalgia and regret, is a necessity of restoration for a troubled spirit. As we age beyond mid-life, our futures have become largely our pasts. Eventually we know we have far more time behind us than ahead of us. The economy of time imposes itself. Traditions and the pasts of others gain in realism and seem less exotic. Like the dead, we who are getting older belong to history as well as to the now. The idea of the classical world as a rich Ur-state appeals perhaps more and more, as a new, if retrospective, start. My own current immersion in the world of the 1930s has this kind of appeal. There is affective security in its fixity.
There is much in Noel’s essay about the importance of the Aboriginal classical cultures of the past, both for the descendants of those creative Old People but also for Australians and the world generally. He refers to the ancient myth-based song-lines of Australia, and the wide and rich linguistic and narrative heritage of the continent and its islands. There is no hyperbole in his description of these bodies of lore as the Iliad and Odyssey of Australia – they are, and they are played out on a vaster stage than the coastal Mediterranean, and in several hundred more tongues.
Noel’s Cape York Partnership, of which he is chairman, has recently begun to expand its role beyond being a policy think-tank to seeking to set up a centre for Cape York Peninsula languages. Most of these scores of languages are lost or moribund or, as some say, “sleeping.” Wik-Mungkan alone remains the first language of children, at Aurukun. Other remote and not so remote regions of Australia have had language centres for years or decades. They are places where recording, analysing, teaching, revitalisation and archiving of local languages and oral history take place, and written and audiovisual language aids are produced. I recall raising the Cape’s gap in this domain with Noel in about 1991, but there have been other, urgent purposes with which to deal. A few years after this we also had a long phone call during which I raised with him the suggestion that “race” needed to be removed from Australian identity politics. The years have rushed by and we are, perhaps, almost there.
A very substantial archive of past language, song, ceremony, technology, art, mythology, ethno-biology, political geography and other cultural riches exists for Cape York Peninsula. Touchingly, for me anyway, Noel refers in his essay to the records of past researchers of these matters as “part of the world’s heritage.” The age of primary bush fieldwork of this kind in the region may not be over, but the older practitioners are getting on a bit and the emphasis is shifting to IT rather than mixing salvage ethnography with shooting pigs and digging for water.
Such wells of information make it possible for the Australian landscape very widely to have restored to it the tens of thousands of place names that were in place before the first colonial explorers and surveyors arrived. These place names have been mapped in on-the-ground detail most intensively since the heroic arrival of the four-wheel drive vehicle, from 1946, first the Canadian Blitz, then the English Land Rover, then the Japanese Toyota. Noel regards this restoration of the original toponyms as “a vitally important agenda for the country.” I agree. Most of this knowledge is still dormant in the records of scholars and in the vaults of the collecting institutions. Digitisation via geographic information systems is the greatest gift to unleashing access to this treasure while allowing its long-term preservation and conservation.
What has all this to do with amending the constitution? Along with what Noel regards as the necessity for indigenous people to have a “bi-cultural future” and “psychological liberation,” in his essay he deems the need for this fabulous knowledge of the past to become liberated from obscurity a necessity for the national social fabric. It is a part of the array of unfinished business between Australian peoples and their country. There will be no “more complete commonwealth” unless all Australians have added a layer of identity that connects them to such heritage: “This is the true meaning of commonwealth.”
Noel’s essay is not so much an offering to a debate as an announcement, albeit one full of serious care, one steeped in Australian political life, and one that draws in the magical strings of his omnivorous reading. It is a manifesto but at the same time an act of compassion, and of courage. It is not self-protective, although some readers will be left wondering who Noel’s British ancestors were, having heard here about his Aboriginal grandfather, Ngulunhdhul, and great-grandfather, Arrimi, and his ill-tempered mother’s mother.
For all its generosity, Noel’s essay is nevertheless remorselessly tough on the left and in particular on what he identifies as their silence on the “social crisis” in many of the communities. But it comes from a big, if irascible, heart. In Australian political life it is hard to think of anyone less cynically disposed, or more passionately caring about his own and others’ variously layered country-selves and identities, from the local to the national.
Peter Sutton
A RIGHTFUL PLACE
Correspondence
A Rightful Place is an admirable addition to the Pearson oeuvre – intellectually bracing and cogently argued. Peppered with apt references to and quotations from a wide assortment of authorities, from Johann Herder to T.S. Eliot and H.G. Wells, from Amartya Sen to Roger Scruton and Robert Hughes. Along the way we come across engaging glimpses of Noel’s childhood and his community of Hopevale, just north of Cooktown. But the essay does not stray far from its charted course. It is a forensically powerful polemic about the future place of indigenous Australians in what he calls “a more complete Commonwealth.” As the argument unfolds, Pearson makes many pertinent observations on the nature of democratic societies – and Australian political culture, in particular. There are allusions to the universal fate of cultural and ethnic minorities and their struggles for survival. A Rightful Place is a valuable addition to the nation’s political literature.
But a polemical work does not stand alone. It cannot be detached from the cause in contention. It is judged and maintains its relevance only so long as the circumstances which called it into existence prevail. The final brief chapter, “Making Peace,” brings the argument home to the “national challenge” of achieving a “yes” vote in a coming referendum on constitutional recognition for indigenous Australians. Noel has been intimately involved in the process and was a member of the panel that proposed to government a draft bill incorporating amendments to be put to the electorate.
The essay leaves behind a strong sense of dislocation, a mismatch between the powerful plea in the body of the work for a new relationship between indigenous and settler Australia and the extremely limited and cautious proposals to be incorporated in the referendum. There is more passion than ambition. There are reasons for this, of course. Noel and the other panel members were fully aware of the history of failed referendums and the need to have bipartisan support as well as a large majority of the electorate on side. And the difficulty of this task cannot be underestimated. But the panel limited its own task when it began by defining the four principles which would govern its deliberations. The first – to contribute to a more unified and reconciled nation – was the most important. As with the whole process of reconciliation, the hidden implication is that indigenous Australia has to do far more reconciling than the rest of us. And the reference to a unified nation is a give-away. It embodies the continuing Liberal Party commitment to assimilation. A straight line can be drawn here from the policies of Paul Hasluck in the ’50s through Howard’s One Nation to Abbott’s Team Australia.
The proposals to strike out references to race in the constitution are timely and unlikely to be seriously challenged. But the two clauses relating to recog-nition do little more than state the obvious and uncontested. New section 127A will recognise indigenous languages as part of our national heritage but establish English as the national language. There is nothing here to prevent future governments from determining that English should override indigenous languages in education. New section 51A has a similar reference to the obvious, declaring that Australia was first occupied by Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples.
This brings us to the heart of the matter. “Occupy” is such a carefully chosen word, presumably devoid of legal purchase, purposely sidestepping the question of prior indigenous sovereignty. The panel was aware of this problem. Many submissions referred to the question. But concern about likely community reaction to any reference to either sovereignty or self-determination merged easily with the overarching conservatism of the panel itself. So a successful referendum would leave the fundamental questions untouched: were the indigenous nations sovereigns? If so, how and when did Britain acquire that sovereignty? Does any remnant of sovereignty reside in indigenous society?
Noel Pearson’s powerful advocacy notwithstanding, Australia has regressed on indigenous matters – a generation ago the question of a treaty was seriously discussed, as was the status of traditional law. And this leaves us far behind comparable societies such as New Zealand, Canada, the United States and the Scandinavian countries. Noel argues that we cannot expect any more because, unlike the Maoris, indigenous Australians are only a very small minority. But this carefully avoids comparison with the much higher status of the Native Americans in North America and the Sami in Scandinavia.
The eloquence of A Rightful Place points in one direction; the political agenda directs us elsewhere.
Henry Reynolds
A RIGHTFUL PLACE
Correspondence
Despair at Aboriginal affairs takes different forms. The philanthropist Andrew “Twiggy” Forrest wants to keep money out of Aboriginal hands. Aborigines would still receive welfare, which is what sustains most remote communities, but only as an entitlement to buy certain goods, which would not include grog, drugs and pornography. In A Rightful Place, Noel Pearson has joined other Aboriginal leaders in believing that changes to the constitution are a remedy for Aboriginal woes.
At first glance Forrest’s proposal seems more likely to bring an immediate, beneficial result. If Aboriginal communities are destroying themselves with alcohol and drugs, let’s prohibit access to these substances. Even if this were to succeed – and one can think of many ways the prohibition might be avoided – would it produce what people of goodwill want to see: Aboriginal people living well on their own lands? The ingredient that is missing to make healthy people and communities, and which a hundred programs and billions of dollars have not so far produced, is a sense of responsibility in individuals so that they would care for themselves, their children and their communities. Many years ago, W.E.H. Stanner identified a silent resistance to the invaders, which is still there despite all that has changed in public policy since. It is as if remote Aborigines are ready to risk their own destruction rather than be what we want them to be (which surely is no longer paternalistic: what we want must be what they want too; surely they want to “close the gap?”).
Noel Pearson was the first Aboriginal leader to set aside all slogans and excuses and identify the missing ingredient. He has created new institutions in Cape York to encourage or even enforce a sense of responsibility. These have required changes to the law and large injections of government money. One of the many puzzling passages in this essay is Pearson’s attempt to show that Aborigines are without influence in this polity.
There are mixed reports coming out of Cape York on the results of Pearson’s initiative. I fear that he himself must have doubts because of his willingness now to reach for explanations and solutions which formerly he would not have countenanced. Previously, in Up from the Mission, he wrote: “why has a social breakdown accompanied this advancement in the formal rights of our people?” And in case you were ready with an answer about exclusion and exploitation, he added: “this social breakdown afflicts with equal vehemence those Aboriginal peoples who have never been dispossessed of their lands and who retain their classical traditions, cultures and languages.” This was the preamble to the insistence that Aborigines had to stop blaming others and assume responsibility for themselves – and get off welfare. Now he argues that Aborigines have never had real liberty, that the collapse into welfare dependency was not an irresponsible choice because it was not a choice of a free people who could choose development over welfare. This overlooks that numerous schemes to run businesses on traditional lands have been tried and mostly failed; that where jobs are available in remote Australia it is often not the local Aborigines who take them; that where Aborigines have been paid royalties for mining on their lands the proceeds have usually not been well spent and everyone remains on welfare; and that Aborigines still control huge swathes of territory and large mineral deposits and can debate among themselves the terms for the development of these areas (another sign, by the way, that Aborigines are not marginal people in this polity).
Pearson can put very forcibly the case that real choices have been made and by people wanting, as is very human, incompatible things: “I want to maintain my traditional cultures, but I still want to have all the vices of the Europeans”; “I want passive welfare to enable us to maintain our traditional lifestyles.”
These are Pearson’s formulations, but he urges us to dismiss them in favour of a tortured argument about the amount of liberty and when choices are real choices. Of course choice will always be restricted by opportunity and capacity, but to argue that Aborigines have had no choice but to live on welfare is absurd. Many Aborigines do prefer welfare to what policy-makers want for them and have offered to them: regular work, money-making, kids in school.
According to Pearson, the diminution of Aboriginal liberty relates to their position in the constitution: both the failure to recognise their claim as indigenous owners and the classification of them as a race. Hence, their rescue will come with constitutional amendment. I admit I find it difficult to give a fuller account of an argument that I find totally unpersuasive.
The classification of Aborigines as a race in the constitution is very indirect. The constitution allows the Commonwealth to make laws for any race for whom it is deemed necessary to make special laws. Under this provision the Commonwealth gets its ability to pass laws on Aboriginal affairs. If this section is removed, some other provision will have to be made to allow the Commonwealth to legislate. There would not be a hundred Aborigines in the country who know they are classified as a race for this legislative purpose. If Pearson knew of this before, only recently has he become aware of its high significance, about which he writes with the dismay and passion of a convert. Pearson is confident that its removal would be much more than symbolic; it will lead to a psychological transformation in Aborigines, who will no longer be a race and so they will think of themselves and stand before us as a people with a distinct heritage, with their own cultures and languages, which is how they have seen themselves and been seen by others for the last forty years. Part of the case for removing “race” in the constitution is that it is a term that has been comprehensively excluded from all our other talk.
Pearson begins his essay with a poignant account of Galarrwuy Yunupingu fearing that his Yolngu world will disappear even though his people occupy their traditional lands. After all his pleas to politicians and their courting of him, nothing is any more secure, everything may be swallowed up by the whitefellas. His wish that his culture might continue is very different (as Pearson points out) from what Canberra thinks everyone is agreed on as Aboriginal policy: “closing the gap.” Pearson’s long excursus in this essay on the fate of the Aborigines in Tasmania is designed to remind us of the enormity of what we now face: the final elimination of an ancient culture.
Some proposals for constitutional recognition include respect for or maintenance of traditional cultures and languages. Yunupingu looks to the constitution to protect “our way of life in all its diversity.” Pearson supports these proposals without offering details. The problems that would ensue from such provisions are immense – what is traditional culture? is all of it to be respected? who is to judge? – but no provision in constitution or law can limit the forces that are threatening the world of the Yolngu. Yunupingu wants whitefellas to conjure up something to stop his young people taking drugs, showing no respect for traditional culture and watching rubbish on screens! He has more chance of doing that than we have. Thinking that all those politicians could help him was a false move. He realises this himself in the essay from which Pearson quotes: he has to take responsibility.
I am in favour of recognising Aborigines in the constitution. I have suggested a form of words for the preamble in which this could be effectively and safely done:
And whereas the people of the Commonwealth acknowledge that all its lands were owned by the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples who retain rights to them as set out by the High Court in its judgements in Mabo and Wik.
Pearson does not accept the significance of Mabo. He writes that there has been no settlement of the original act of aggression. Nothing now proposed in alteration of the constitution will be of more significance than Mabo, which declared that the Aboriginal people were the original owners of the country and were still the owners of so-called Crown land if they could show that their traditional ties to it still existed. Saying that nothing has in essence changed is a necessity for those who think they have at last found the formula that will bring success.
That is the role now cast for constitutional recognition. It has morphed into a new cause that will solve all that hasn’t been solved so far and what in truth may be unsolvable. That will burden the constitution to no one’s benefit except the lawyers. It is antipathetic to the Australian political tradition, which does not look to constitutional provisions to define the people or constrain policy. Aborigines are already part of polity and if they have programs that look like they will bring success, they will be listened to – as Pearson was. That does not await constitutional recognition. If Aboriginal communities are to revitalise themselves, it will not be done by seats in parliament or some national reference group to advise on Aboriginal legislation, other ideas that Pearson floats in this essay. If Galarrwuy Yunupingu asked for the control of social welfare payments and the Aboriginal budget for his territory, I would give it to him.
In parts of the essay, Noel Pearson shows those qualities that make him a gift not only to Aboriginal people but also to the nation at large. Of the historian Henry Reynolds, whom he does not spare from criticism, he writes: “He has been about finding grace for the nation by breaking the silence on Aboriginal history and all the time being faithful to Australia.” These words could well be said of Pearson himself. But in my view the cause of constitutional recognition has taken him down a cul-de-sac.
John Hirst
A RIGHTFUL PLACE
Correspondence
A Rightful Place focuses a great deal on arguments in support of the recognition of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples in the Australian constitution, and particularly on persuading conservative opinion-holders. Pearson makes a number of salient points and his case for broad support is mostly eloquently put. As the question is whether a referendum on this issue can be successful, Pearson is correct to focus on the entire electorate, as a majority of voters in a majority of states will need to vote “yes” in order for the referendum to pass. In short, the essay gives a well-rounded perspective on the Aboriginal case for constitutional recognition.
However, while Pearson addresses the mainstream opposition, he does not discuss indigenous opposition to any degree. I don’t feel this is a flaw in his work, as his position is clear: he supports constitutional recognition for Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples and wishes to bring voters from all sides on board to ensure the success of a referendum. I do, however, feel it is a major flaw in the dialogue around this issue that warrants further exploration. The “anti” stance has been dominated by conservative white men – including the constitutional conservatives Pearson mentions – while support for the move has been dominated by more moderate indigenous opinion-holders and government-funded campaigns. Whether indigenous people themselves wish to be recognised in the constitution should be at the heart of this discussion; otherwise, we run the risk of indigenous recognition being another merely symbolic gesture.
There is a long history of failed policy when it comes to Aboriginal and Torres
Strait Islander affairs. We have had generations of “good intentions” (or so we’re told when historical reflection occurs), yet our social markers suggest we are still the most disadvantaged people in this country. Additionally, we have heard so many grandiose statements, and seen so many broken promises, that many indigenous people tend to be quite cynical and discerning when presented with political pledges. A recent poignant reminder of the source of such cynicism was former prime minister Bob Hawke’s address at the 2014 Garma Festival.
During his speech Hawke confirmed that he supported constitutional reform. The fact that, as prime minister, he had promised a treaty only later to renege on this did not go unnoticed. If he had followed through on his 1988 promise made at Barunga, it is highly possible that we would not be having this conversation about reform now, or at the very least the framing would be quite different.
We also have a cynical view of moves perceived to be mainly symbolic. The 2008 apology to the stolen generations is an example of an act that some indi-genous Australians see in this way. Many found Kevin Rudd’s words healing and engaging, and the warmth with which he delivered them was welcome after years of Howard rule; however, the clear statement from opposition leader Brendan Nelson that “there is no compensation fund”, a point which Rudd avoided completely in his speech but later confirmed, cast a nasty shadow over the event. What’s more, there appears to be an understanding in the national electorate that the apology was “to Aboriginal people” rather than for the policies that led to the stolen generations. On its website, the Australian government fuels this misconception by labelling the event the “Apology to Australia’s Indi-genous Peoples.” When we hear conservative media commentators capitalising on this by asking when indigenous people will ever be satisfied, it’s not hard to see how such views gain traction in the broader population.
The Recognise campaign is itself a source of contention within the indigenous community. For every indigenous person who supports or is opposed to constitutional reform, there would probably be another two who are simply unsure. The Recognise campaign was developed to educate Australians on the benefits of recognition. It bills itself as a “grassroots campaign,” yet it has been allocated $10 million in government funding over two years to deliver its message of reform – a message which is consistent with the current government policy platform. Its focus on advertising has become apparent, with corporate entities such as Qantas emblazoning aeroplanes with giant Recognise logos. Conversely, opposition movements have been reliant on social media to get their messages out and connect with like-minded community members. The opportunity for indigenous people of differing opinions to participate in a debate on an issue that is going to primarily affect their communities has simply not been provisioned for. From an indigenous perspective, there are serious questions about how democratic this process is. Dissenting views are only now gaining a slight amount of traction.
So what are these oppositional indigenous views? First, it is important to understand that rather than being homogenous, those opposed to constitutional recognition come from a vast variety of backgrounds. If I were to put them on a spectrum, I would place at one end the Black Nationalist movements and at the other holders of the view that recognition is an unnecessary distraction from tackling other, more life-changing, issues. I won’t go into the latter view as it seems to be held by more conservative commentators and it is for them to highlight their arguments. Of the other anti-recognition views, though, some reinforce indigenous sovereignty and call for treaties, while others seek emancipation from the state entirely.
It is unsurprising that at this point in time we are seeing more tent embassies and more public acts reinforcing indigenous sovereignty than we have for years. Recently, four young Aboriginal activists re-entered the country using Aboriginal passports, causing some confusion customs. In 2013, the Murrawarri Republic undertook a secessionist movement and sent a declaration to the Queen, Prime Minister Julia Gillard and the United Nations. A First Nations Women’s Ceremonial Walk for Freedom was recently organised. These are just a few examples. People making moves to emancipate themselves from the laws of this country are not going to have a great deal of interest in recognising the highest law that exists, the constitution, and are therefore not putting their faith in the idea that amending it will right wrongs done to indigenous people and lead to a more equitable society.
Noel Pearson discusses in great depth the concept of layered identities. I found this of particular interest, as it is partly the reason why I find myself on the oppositional side. I am Arrernte, but I also identify as a feminist and a trade unionist. Like Aboriginal people, women were excluded from the table when it came to the writing of Australia’s constitution. This country still has a long way to go before it achieves gender equality. As a trade unionist, I support a hearty process of negotiation between parties wishing to work together to achieve outcomes. There has never been a negotiated agreement between First Peoples and the government in this country and I feel that it is integral to achieve this before we look at amending the constitution to include Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people. Pearson is absolutely correct when he highlights that treaties negotiated with other indigenous peoples in the world have rarely been honoured. Due to this fact, Australia has a wealth of knowledge globally on which to draw and improve. To me, the idea of simply being recognised is an act of unquestioning consent to this Australian authority and I’m really not of a mind to be a “blushing virgin” in this instance.
Pearson makes many solid arguments for his case, and it is clear that he is dedicated to a future of unity between Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people and the broader Australian population. The problem is that indigenous people themselves are not committed to this idea of “unity,” nor are numbers of them convinced that it will bring anything of the sort. Despite the legal fiction of terra nullius apparently being a thing of the past, many people feel it still permeates society today, and therefore being written into a document which was based on the premise of terra nullius is not the answer. We owe it to ourselves and the experiences of our forebears to ensure that we tread lightly here, examine the question from all angles as indigenous peoples, and then engage the greater Australian public in these debates.
Celeste Liddle
A RIGHTFUL PLACE
Correspondence
Noel Pearson’s hope, which I have come to share, is that “we stand on the cusp of bringing these three parts of our national story together – our ancient heritage, our British heritage and our multicultural triumph – with constitutional recognition of indigenous Australians.”
I clearly remember when I came to terms with what that “ancient heritage” actually means. It was a winter day in Canberra. I was on my way to meet John Mulvaney, known as the father of Australian archology. He has deciphered the human life of our country. He has charted the great movements of change through two ice ages, as well as the small details of life, by sifting the evidence people left behind: the remains of kitchens and camp-sites, the use of fire and ochre, all layered in the earth over thousands of years. We were grappling with our documentary series First Australians and how to tell this epic story in just eight hours of television. If we were going to do the story justice, we needed his guidance.
No one in the scientific world now contests how very ancient is the occupation of Australia. It spans at least sixty thousand years – that’s the conservative estimate. I asked Mulvaney how we might communicate this profound depth of time to our audience. An explanation of archeological methodology wasn’t going to cut it on TV. His gentle words that day have stayed with me. He explained that the arrival of the First Fleet occurred five generations ago. He then explained that human occupation, before the First Fleet, traces back 2500 generations. Translating the concept into the lives of generations enabled me to begin to grasp the immeasurable human experience: the dreams, the love, the birth and death of these people, felt across the continent. About a billion lives, he estimated. That’s a lot of life. I remember his eyes twinkling as they observed me grappling with the project to which he had given his life: understanding the depth of Australia’s humanity.
First Australians ultimately began with his words and ended with the High Court’s Mabo judgment acknowledging native title. The overwhelming response to the series, after it was broadcast on SBS, was, “Why weren’t we told?” People felt denied. They were resentful about their lack of knowledge of the history of the country. From this experience I understood how fundamentally the institutions and the structures of our society have failed to provide our citizens with any understanding and ownership of their deep Australian heritage.
Mulvaney’s great friend of equal brilliance was Dr Norman Tindale. Confounded by the ignorance of most Australians and their view that “Aborigines wandered around the land,” he set out on an epic personal project to map the territories of the first Australians. I asked Mulvaney how Tindale could conceive of taking on a personal project of that scale off his own bat. He said, “You’d have to know the sort of man Tinny was to understand that.” I wish I had. It took fifty years to complete.
I have a copy of the map, found by friends at a garage sale. It comes in four large scrolls, each showing a quarter of the continent. Together they take up an entire wall in my office. This was his statement to the world. People who visit our office are stopped in their tracks by the map. They are rendered speechless at the detail it reveals. It shows around 250 groups, each with its own language and land holdings. Visitors immediately respond by either finding their own ancestral tribe, or the tribe’s territory in which they live. In that moment they step into Australia’s deep past. They also see the present, the underbelly of our nation, with the very recent straight lines of our federated states drawn across its surface. This map is a revelation for people, which emphasises Noel’s point that “there is no official recognition of the many tribal nations associated with particular territories.”
It is often stated that we have longest continuing culture in the world, but what does that actually mean? It means this: we had an ocean surrounding us, and our distant position on the other side of the earth meant we were invaded later than everyone else. Our civilisation was not disrupted, so our culture was and is continuous. This means that in many parts of the country the very ancient rock art is still understood. Consider that for a moment. People here are still connected to a civilisation far more ancient than that of the Romans, Greeks and Egyptians, than that which produced a site such as Stonehenge in its antiquity. We still understand the rich stories and meaning behind these epic ancient masterpieces. The stories are still with us – mostly. The question is: do we care?
High on the cliffs at Bondi Beach there is a whale carved into the sandstone. There are about 2000 carvings like this, inscribed into the soft Sydney sandstone – which makes the city one of the largest galleries in the world. I sometimes walk up there and pause beside the carving. It is positioned to give a magnificent view of the ocean from the south-east edge of Australia. This is the point from which the Gadigal people witnessed the twelve ships making their way northward to Warrang, now known as Sydney Harbour. I imagine them standing there looking out to sea. But turn your head, and you are visually assaulted by fluoro joggers hammering past. For me, this site sums up Australia’s relationship to its national heritage. We have never paused in sufficient numbers for long enough to truly consider it. To wonder about the hands that created the whale, what it might have meant to those people – to begin to understand it and ultimately to make it our own. We are in the process of running past our Australian heritage in the pursuit of a fluoro future.
Recently the prime minister nominated the arrival of the First Fleet as the defining moment in Australian history. Not unexpectedly, he was widely criticised for ignoring the depth of prior human experience. But I agree with him. I think it is the most significant event, but not for the same reason. The arrival of the First Fleet meant the building of a new society much like that found in most Western capitalist states, one which now boasts twenty-three million people. But it has destroyed, in part, an incredibly distinct society created across the deep time that Mulvaney has revealed.
The tsunami of colonisation that followed the First Fleet crashed across the south of our continent and swept north for another hundred years. One measure of its impact is the decimation of Australian languages. Noel quotes Johann Gottfried Herder on the importance of language:
Has a people … anything more dear than the language of their fathers? In it lives its entire wealth of thoughts about tradition, history, religion and principles of life, all its heart and soul. To take from such a people their language or debase it amounts to taking from them their only immortal property, which passes from parents to children.
We have lost more than half of our original Australian languages. People are working hard to revive them, but the situation is grim and accelerating. By 2050, only fifty of the 250 are expected to survive. Language is the net that catches the intangible cultural knowledge: the place names, spiritual beliefs, environmental knowledge and, of course, the songs which carry the dreamings – the stories of how the world was created.
In considering a place for Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people within the nation, Noel explores what colonisation meant for the Tasmanian Aboriginal people. They felt the full force of the tsunami. He eloquently pays respect to the old people of that community, who saw the cold reality of their fate squarely before them: to be removed from their lands and have their way of life denied them. In researching First Australians, I also traversed this history and that of many other communities in the south, where colonisation occurred earliest and in earnest. I searched for traces of their classical culture: songs, paintings, photographs, letters, anything we could find to fill out the story of their time. But as with the whale on the cliffs at Bondi, the detailed meaning has largely been lost.
Communities are rebuilding, and their hard work is testament to how they cherish their culture. Their land and waterways provide a foundation for the reclaiming of knowledge, and the tribal boundaries and identity remain strong. This is our great resilience, to hold our identity dear, despite all the forces of colonisation and society conspiring against us.
In Noel’s 2009 Quarterly Essay, Radical Hope: Education and Equality in Australia, he asked another very direct and more personal question of us. I shuddered when I read it, wanting to avoid what was being asked of me.
It is time to ask: are we Aborigines a serious people? Do we have serious leaders? Do we have the seriousness necessary to maintain the hard places we call home? Do we have the seriousness necessary to maintain our languages, tradition and knowledge?
I strive to avoid wishful thinking but one can never be immune from it. The truth is I am prone to bouts of doubt and sadness around these questions. But I have hope.
After avoiding Noel’s question for years, I decided to get serious. I and senior Arrernte ladies, along with the ethnomusicologist Myfany Turpin, are attempting to record our women’s songs and the dreaming stories they carry.
Noel writes, “Australia does not have a comprehensive agenda for the recording, preservation, presentation and utilisation of the country’s heritage … Much of this knowledge will be lost if we do not grasp the importance and the urgency of this work.” He describes the recording work we are doing in Arrernte country as “one example of the urgent work that needs to be done Before It’s Too Late (BITL).” He goes on to lay out his aspirations for BITL Mark 3: a national project to record classical culture and revitalise existing cultural collections, with concerted public support.
Noel’s notion of tethering cultural survival to constitutional reform is intriguing. When I grasped the potential of his idea, I realised it may be our best hope –
in the short term – of attracting national interest on this issue. It lit a spark for me and gave me hope, for we have only to look back on our history to understand the trajectory we are on. The question is: will our people be able to put their differences aside and unite, as they did in 1967, towards this possibility?
Noel spoke bluntly but truthfully in his 2009 article “A People’s Survival”:
Aboriginal Australians need to be brutally honest about the threatening demise of Aboriginal culture. We need to face the evidence and be less rhetorical. The cultural survival of Aboriginal Australian peoples does not hinge on declaratory assertions that “We have always been …”, that “We will always be …”
Certainly, Noel has the seriousness required to push the case for recognition and a national indigenous cultural agenda. I intend to stand by him in that cause. I encourage others to do so, with us, BITL.
Rachel Perkins
A RIGHTFUL PLACE
Correspondence
I penned this response in the week that I, like many Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people, mourned the loss of the “Prime Minister for Indigenous Affairs”, Gough Whitlam. When Noel Pearson delivered the Gough Whitlam Oration in 2013, he spoke of how the Old Man in his short time as prime minister had liberated Aboriginal people: “we were at last free from those discriminations that humiliated and degraded our people.” Yet few Australians appreciate what that humiliation and degradation looks like, let alone feels like. A Rightful Place paints a compelling picture of this. It connects Australia’s colonial history to the contemporary push for constitutional recognition and in doing so reveals why talk of symbolic recognition alone is repugnant to many Aboriginal people. A Rightful Place argues that to truly appreciate the recognition project and the exigency of substantive reform, one needs to understand the colonial project. One needs to be a student of Aboriginal history; Australian history.
Unbeknown to many Australians, from the late 1890s Aboriginal people were the subject of draconian protection – unfreedom – laws. Protection was required, in part, to prevent Aboriginal people from being indiscriminately murdered. It was the tail end of what we now know as Australia’s first Great War: the frontier wars, as A Rightful Place describes to powerful effect: extermination as Scylla and protection as Charybdis. Yet the contemporary consensus of historians about the frontier wars has gained little traction in our polity. Why? As Pearson laments, “it is not the horrific scenes of mass murder that are most appalling here, it is the mundanity and casual parsimony of it all.” That stinginess and casual indifference to the political economy of killing that built this great nation persists today.
A Rightful Place is an attempt to recalibrate the current approach to constitutional reform. Yet even before the Quarterly Essay went on sale, Pearson’s potentially complementary proposal was dismissed as “grandstanding” and “unhelpful.” Having served on the prime minister’s expert panel on constitutional recognition alongside Pearson, I found this an exasperating reminder that although black leaders regularly chant “leaders are readers” to our young mob, Australia’s political leaders are in fact, on the whole, not readers.
In 2012, too, the expert panel’s report was criticised before the text was finalised. It was accused of over-reach for recommending a racial non-discrimination clause, although the historical and contemporary evidence of racial discrimination by the state is unassailable. Leaders remain attracted to preambular recognition despite the panel finding that constitutional thinking had moved on since the 1999 referendum and that stand-alone (second) preambles are too legally risky, apropos the unintended legal consequences of the 1967 referendum, which the current project seeks to correct.
Like Pearson, the expert panel took as its starting point colonial history. In A Dumping Ground: A History of the Cherbourg Settlement, the Queensland historian Thom Blake wrote:
In the early months of 1901, as white Australians were undergoing their rite of passage into nationhood, another group of Australians were also participating in a rite of passage – but of a different kind. In the Burnett district of south-east Queensland, remnants of the Wakka Wakka tribe were being rounded up and dumped on a reserve on the banks of Barambah Creek. From camps on the fringes of towns and station properties, they had been forced onto an Aboriginal settlement established ostensibly for their care and protection. For the Wakka Wakka, their “rite of passage” was not into nationhood or independence but into institutionalisation and domination. The two rituals were diametrically opposed.
Blake clarifies the divergent paths of the Australian nation and Aboriginal people. He was writing a history of south-east Queensland’s Cherbourg, set up by the Salvation Army member William Thompson in 1899, which in 1904 became a settlement under the Aboriginals Protection Act. My own mob was moved to Barambah reserve in the early 1900s from Warra. My grandfather and his siblings and many of my cousins grew up on Cherbourg.
The Cherbourg community has worked together to reclaim the old discarded Ration Shed – a symbol of the brutal regime of protection and unfreedom – where peas, porridge, flour, tea, sugar, rice and salt were rationed out to people on the mission. The old shed has been restored, together with the dormitories, and today is a thriving cultural precinct that includes an archive where people can research their family history. The Ration Shed’s website proclaims that 121 Australian primary schools have visited the Ration Shed to learn about its history. It was on the verandah of this shed that the expert panel conducted its consultations.
Cherbourg’s journey is an important one for the nation; it reveals – as Pearson, a “third-generation legatee of mission protection,” suggests – that “the colonial enterprise does not tell a simple story.” It is complex. In Cherbourg, they have reclaimed something that was brutal, even as the psychological and social manifestations of such unfreedom linger. This community has turned these dwellings into institutions of memory, survival and reconciliation: Vergangenheitsbewältigung – coming to terms with the past. The panel found moving examples of this all over Australia. A Rightful Place is a powerful argument for an appreciation of the good and bad in our history and that “complexity and nuance should not provide refuge from the truth that our nation’s history includes times of unequivocal evil and times of redeeming goodness.” History is inextricably linked to the recognition project. In the meantime these two groups remain unreconciled and disconnected despite, as Pearson powerfully implores us to see, indigenous culture including “the Iliad and Odyssey of Australia.”
Where do we go from here? Is any form of “recognition” capable of overcoming the extreme economic and social disadvantage and unbelonging of our first peoples? If I return to Whitlam’s incorporation into domestic law of the international norms of equality and racial non-discrimination, I note that this statute and this Old Man delivered more to Aboriginal people and Aboriginal rights than anything or anyone else. The contemporary unravelling of this is the subject of another Quarterly Essay, but Whitlam understood, thirty-five years before the United Nations General Assembly passed the Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples, that the right to self-determination was, for indigenous peoples, the path out of the devastation wrought by dispossession, decimation and protection.
Thomas Franck, in his watershed article “The Emerging Right to Democratic Governance,” claimed self-determination is “the oldest democratic entitlement.” Yet in modern Australia, the right to self-determination for indigenous peoples is conflated with sexual assault and corruption: an entirely fatuous and mischievous dismissal of a sophisticated political and legal concept. “ATSIC” – the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander Commission (1990–2005) – remains a dirty word: discussion of its flaws is well rehearsed, but its many virtues and substantive outcomes remain unstudied by academia and mistakenly conflated with separatism.
Writing in the Australian, Nicolas Rothwell noted that:
ATSIC was a peculiar beast: undoubtedly skewed towards south-eastern, “urban” Aboriginal interests, flawed and chaotic in its workings. Yet it was both a national indigenous voice and a conglomerate of strongly representative regional councils. Its members knew what services were needed, and delivered them. ATSIC built community houses in the interest of its own people, not outside contractors, and for a fraction of the costs incurred during the Intervention era’s disastrous SIHIP program. The extensive bush infrastructure ATSIC left behind was well targeted and much remains to this day.
Yet on ABC TV’s Lateline, when Noel Pearson announced his idea for an alternative approach, Tony Jones exclaimed: “But isn’t this an ATSIC!” (*clutches pearls*), when in fact there is a crystallising sentiment that self-determination is a far sight better as a model than the ad-hoc, hodge-podge, top-down, paternalistic approach we have today, sustained by a vacuous faux-bipartisanship, as if our mob is undeserving of a contest of ideas when it comes to public policy.
There is in this current recognition project, as Rothwell rightly identifies, an “urgent desire of the political class for a single answer to the indigenous question … Causes like reconciliation, and its great successor, recognition, have an immediate appeal because they have universal application and promise a new landscape.” The most deficient exhortation is that the cause of recognition is “special” and above politics. Actually it is not. It is complicated and it hurts your head. And globally it is an unremarkable exercise for any state to undertake. Yet it is the desire for a quick fix that is driving current momentum; and it is the urge to resist the quick fix that informs A Rightful Place.
One symptom of the quick fix has been the debate on symbolism versus substance: witness the exasperation of the political class at the prospect of a referendum being bogged down in issues of “wording.” The esteemed journalist Michelle Grattan, one of the few apprised of the detail, observed in the Conversation that “for advocates of wide wording – surely it would be better to keep it narrower than have nothing at all? … Remember the apology.” Grattan may as well be talking directly to the indigenous nations of this country, because it is we who are driving the preference for wide wording (substance) over narrow wording (symbolism). But if the injunction to “remember the apology” − a common refrain of advocates of symbolism – is aimed at the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander community, the response will not be gushing. A cursory glance at any Aboriginal newspaper since the apology would reveal huge reverence for the act, the day and the prime minister who delivered it, but an equal resentment at the lack of compensation. To not know that is to not know indigenous Australia. We know symbolism because that’s what we usually get.
Another component of the quick fix is the suggestion that you don’t need the votes of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples to get this referendum across the line: a crude and repugnant constitutional calculation that requires no further elaboration.
A third manifestation of the quick-fix approach is the creeping cult of positivity that is descending upon any public discussion of indigenous issues. The mantra goes something like this: “only focus on the positive, only focus on the success stories.” When beyondblue recently ran television advertisements identifying racial discrimination as a risk factor in anxiety and depression, there was a public backlash because it was considered to be negative and racist towards white people. “Why be so negative! Why focus on the bad things?” roared Twitter. The cult of positivity threatens this project because it disavows the humanity of the subject of recognition by preventing a conversation about what A Rightful Place is trying to put front and centre: “anonymous, extrajudicial, unreported, mundane.”
Which brings me to the substance of the alternative approach contemplated in A Rightful Place. As Pearson makes clear, Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples approach the recognition project with history and questions of truth and justice in mind; this explains why sovereignty and a treaty are prominent features
of discussion, however irritating this may be to the Australian polity. On the other hand, the Australian polity makes a political calculation based on the fact that only 8 out of 44 referendums have been successful since 1901, all under conservative governments. Therefore 8/44 × bipartisan support = minimalism; hence, surely it would be better to keep it narrow than have nothing at all? These are two very different starting points. One asks: what is just in the historical trajectory of invasion/settlement? The other: what is the compromise in the forty-fourth parliament?
The question of consent remains central to A Rightful Place, as Pearson contemplates the five permutations of the historical problem. When we went to Aboriginal communities during the expert panel consultations, most of us were struck by how alive and present this very complex question of sovereignty and a post-colonial settlement was. It was also clear to the panel that one of the reasons for the current movement towards recognition was not a burning desire to be recognised by Australia – a state-conceived project salvaged from the ashes of the failed 1999 referendum and arguably already achieved in 1967 – but to ameliorate the unintended (or intended) consequences of the drafting of the 1967 amendment. A corollary to the adverse use of the races power by the federal parliament is the suspension of the Racial Discrimination Act 1975 on matters of importance to indigenous peoples, foremost among these land, heritage and culture.
Communities had vivid memories of Wik and Kartinyeri and the suspension of the Racial Discrimination Act, although they attract little media attention. Leaders still smarted that the Wik amendments had no input from Aboriginal people in the end. As Mick Dodson commented at the time, “What I see now is the spectacle of two white men – John Howard and [Senator] Brian Harradine – discussing our native title while we’re not even in the room. How symbolically colonialist is that?” When ATSIC was abolished and a journalist asked Minister Vanstone what indigenous peoples would do now for representation, she replied that they had the ballot box. Not much comfort for 3 per cent of 22 million people. People still say they have no voice, no representation.
Here there is one problem – that of the elephant and the mouse – and two possible and equally valid solutions: one legal and one political. The recommendation for section 116A – a broad prohibition of racial discrimination – is a legal solution. It is aimed at disciplining the federal parliament. The second one, as implied in A Rightful Place, is a political solution not captive to short-term politics. A Rightful Place was unfairly portrayed by some as adversarial to the expert panel. It is not. There has not been any real debate on the section 116A proposal. Instead there is an oft-repeated, rarely questioned claim: conservatives won’t accept it. They are not asked to come out and explain why. Even the interim report of the Joint Parliamentary Committee failed to give a plausible explanation for why it is problematic. We hear only vague mutterings about judicial activism and unelected judges. Is this a tacit admission by the political elite that changes to the constitution are for conservatives alone and that the people are a rubber stamp?
Yet the intuitive response of the people in 2011, at the end of the expert panel process, was – without prompting – 80 per cent in favour of a national commitment to racial non-discrimination: the only truly popular option of ours. Is this Australia, that 80 per cent? We may never know. The bottom line is this: the Racial Discrimination Act already has quasi-constitutional status and binds the states and territories. Section 116A aimed to bind the federal parliament. People quite like that.
On the other hand, as A Rightful Place pointed out, this runs counter to the Diceyan devotion to parliamentary sovereignty that dominates our political elite: that our parliamentarians can be trusted to do the right thing by the people and that the power of our parliament, unlike most in the world, should be completely untrammelled. Moreover, elected politicians should have the final say on the limits of their own power. Unsurprisingly, in our consultations, we found few Aboriginal people who subscribe to that Diceyan dogma. When we made the frank admission to them that a court applying section 116A is likely to defer to parliament, which could result in discriminatory legislation being enacted against the wishes of a community, they still had more faith in High Court than parliament: because it is expert, independent, unelected.
It seemed people felt the presence of section 116A might create a pause; an institutional tension or brake; a requirement to take time and consult; a requirement to go on country and talk to people before doing. That institutional pause is missing from our current political arrangements, at least when it comes to
3 per cent of the people. There is no compulsion for parliament to consult or take into account the views of the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander communities on any legislation or policy. The most uncomfortable flash-points in Australian history, when discriminatory legislation has been passed, have occurred without much media or popular attention.
A Rightful Place issues a challenge to conservatives who do not want their constitution encumbered by a right: you can’t just be spoilers. What is the alternative to addressing the problem of the elephant and the mouse? In most comparable states there were treaties, and therefore indigenous peoples gained some form of “public” legitimacy from the outset. As we know, in Australia no such treaties were entered into. Instead, after Mabo we have this uncomfortable settled/conquered story, arrived at through litigation, which retrofitted invasion with a well-established land-tenure system. A Rightful Place suggests an alternative that seeks to preserve parliamentary sovereignty while providing the mouse with a place within the current political arrangements.
How have other jurisdictions dealt with the elephant and the mouse conundrum? They have reserve seats or designated parliamentary seats, indigenous parliaments, constitutionally entrenched rights, treaties made long after colonisation (post-colonial treaty-making) and other constructive arrangements. In my role in the United Nations Permanent Forum on Indigenous Issues, I am always struck by the creative ways in which almost all nation-states with indigenous populations have accommodated their voices in domestic political arrangements. It is the subject of much literature. As Pearson suggests, it is domestic political arrangements that accommodate indigenous peoples’ voices and give full expression to the right to self-determination. If you perused some of this literature, you would see that self-determination is no symbolic, wishy-washy idea. It is about giving people control over their lives. It is not viewed as separatism, but as a way of enhancing democracy.
Pearson’s alternative proposal is strategic too, because at the very moment they – the Joint Parliamentary Committee or the government – formally abandon section 116A, they will have a fight on their hands. Deleting the word “race” is simply preserving the status quo, maintaining the structural disadvantage. And the option proposed by the Joint Parliamentary Committee for a qualified race power (but not so as to discriminate adversely against Aboriginal or Torres Strait Islander peoples) is a poor trade-off for section 116A’s broad prohibition. Pearson’s catapult approach is not to wait for committees or leadership or a lacklustre national debate that waxes and wanes. Rather, he has offered up a still-to-be-debated alternative. He hasn’t rejected racial non-discrimination. He has resigned himself to the fact that conservatives won’t give an inch. No rights, right!
At the same time as we have seen resistance to the recognition project from conservatives, there has been a less publicised, yet surging resistance from our own mob – and it is not just about sovereignty and treaties. There are comp-eting narratives that make the recognition task difficult: the right to bigotry, “unsettled or scarcely settled,” severe funding cuts under the federal budget, especially in the justice sector (we are 3 per cent of the population but 27 per cent of the prison population), and the fact we are going backwards on some indicators in closing the gap. People have no voice.
The transcripts of the Joint Select Committee from public consultations in places such as Halls Creek, Broome and Fitzroy Crossing are solid evidence of this and well worth reading. People wanted to talk about the Commonwealth budget cuts, the impact of which were acutely felt in the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander communities, and spoke of insecurity, discontinuity, lack of autonomy and uncertain futures. In some locations, it seems, they wanted to talk about everything but recognition. It is apparent that in communities struggling to survive, recognition of recognition is low. The government-funded campaign Recognise has an unenviable task; it has no model, only a feeling. Through no fault of its own, Recognise has raised the suspicion of mob who dismiss such vagueness as “poetry,” code for symbolism or the minimalist approach of deleting the word “race” without any regard for institutional racism: a disingenuous act of recognition by a nation of a community lagging behind its affluent counterparts.
A Rightful Place is a corrective to the path we are moving further down, the path of unfreedom. As Amartya Sen has argued, “development consists of the removal of various types of unfreedoms that leave people with little choice and little opportunity of exercising their reasoned agency.” Rothwell similarly asks: “Do you, in fact, empower people by giving them the reins, and asking them to have a hand in shaping their own fate?” Will this constitutional recognition project
bring a change in direction back to self-determination? As Pearson states: “no discourse can lean one way for too long. No wind can blow from one direction without restraint.” Can Pearson win over a rights-reluctant conservative polity to a political approach acceptable to both the elephant and the mouse: the mouse taking the reins? And in all of this, will Australia accept that one possible outcome is that Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples might politely decline the offer of recognition? There must be room for us at least to have our voice heard on that: thanks but no thanks. Or maybe they’ll forge on ahead as a nation without us. They always have.
Megan Davis
CLIVOSAURUS
Response to Correspondence
Some months after Clivosaurus came out, The Chaser’s Dominic Knight suggested that it be put online and updated daily. At least. Since the essay was published, Palmer has suffered a loss of control of the crossbench balance of power in the Senate, with the departure of Jacqui Lambie from the Palmer United Party; has become bogged down in an unedifying court battle with Citic about $12 million paid to Mineralogy and used for PUP electioneering; and, in a pre-Christmas act of gonzo generosity, has seen his media advisor, A. Crook, charged with involvement in the kidnapping of a National Australia Bank employee. Great times, but we may not see their like again.
Palmer’s loss of a solid bloc under his command has left him a diminished figure, and as he quit the stage, Tony Abbott returned to start the new year off by knighting Prince Philip. This stunning act has made the essay a snapshot of a period: that year or so when all the crazy was with the crossbenches, and the most erratic member of parliament was someone other than the prime minister.
By the time Palmer lost control of the commanding heights, however, he had all but ensured that the government’s budget lay in ruins, that their plans for a Medicare co-payment would not go ahead, and that attempts to impose higher university fees would not pass. The Abbott government had hoped it could get its horror budget through quickly and minimise the backlash. The budget’s sequestration in the Senate allowed dissent to build to the point where it undermined support for the government, to a disastrous degree; it was in this context that Abbott’s knighting of Sir Prince Philip became not just another idiosyncrasy, but a measure of failure and delusion on the part of the PM, and the party started down the road to a spill and, according to commentators across the spectrum, Abbott’s near-certain political demise in the coming months. Say what one will about Clive Palmer, he has had a historical effect.
Whether that has ended, or whether Clive has a few shots left in the locker, remains to be seen. My hope, expressed in the essay, was that Clive’s greatest impact might be on our ossified and unexamined political system, by bringing closer a crisis in its operation, such that we would have to do something about it. Few reviewers and commentators bothered to attend to this part of the essay (an important exception was Tim Dunlop on the ABC’s opinion website, The Drum), even though it seemed to me the crucial point for the future.
The election of Clive Palmer was an effect of our current political system, and revealed its ramshackle nature; now that Palmer was a power in the land, it might be worth knowing who he was and how he saw the world – these were the themes of the essay that some respondents have commented on. Others appear to have had handy suggestions for the essay I should have written, and wilfully or otherwise missed or misconstrued my argument.
The easiest ones to deal with are those that complement or amplify the essay, and I thank Richard Denniss, Mark Bahnisch and Dennis Atkins for their contributions. Grant Agnew notes that Abbott had repudiated the notion of the Senate as subordinate to the House before the PUP struck out on an independent course. Fair enough, but the Senate’s role has often been more honoured in the breach than the observance, and I was simply noting that Palmer was to some degree honouring it.
Paul Cleary, a part-time staff writer for the Australian, takes the Baader-Meinhof approach to criticism and makes his sole mission the recovery of captured comrades – in this case, the writers I criticised for simply slamming Palmer when it was clear he had become a problem for Tony Abbott, a man for whom they had some regard at the time. But it’s a writer I didn’t criticise whom I am pilloried most for mistreating. Cleary thinks that much of the essay should have focused on Hedley Thomas’s story about Palmer’s fast and loose use of $12 million from Citic for electoral purposes, and that to not do so was disrespectful. Since I had acknowledged that Thomas’s story was “legitimate and necessary” and since it was his story, and I duly included it, it’s hard to see the strength of the objection. The essay is about who Clive Palmer might be and the situation in which he came to sudden power. Once the Citic story was noted, there wasn’t much to say about it: although juicy for daily coverage, it didn’t have that much content. Indeed, between the publication of the essay and the reviews, Palmer paid back the cash, and there remains only a ridiculous residual lawsuit about interest on the money and legal costs, with the Chinese attempting to push for a fraud finding – despite the judge threatening to throw out the case because both parties were using Australian courts as a “plaything.” It’s a non-starter, unless, like too many Australian journalists, you have an obsessive interest in the scoop, however minor, and little or none in the deeper currents of life.
As regards Malcolm Mackerras’s stoush with Antony Green, I think I’ll just hold the coats. On the essay itself, Mackerras engages in a fairly comprehensive misrepresentation. He says that I accused PUP of gaming the system. I did nothing of the sort. I said that since the introduction of above-the-line Senate voting, there had been potential for the system to be (legally) gamed – which it has been, by the micro-parties – but I did not accuse the PUP of doing this. It did benefit from being part of the preference cycles that the micro-parties had had engineered, but the PUP ran as a full, upfront party. It won because it had millions of dollars to play with, but that little bit of non-democracy is a different issue. Mackerras then asserts that I have suggested the system is broken because the PUP gained four seats in 2013. No, I argued that any system which regularly gives a majority of seats, and government, to a party gaining a minority of votes, is broken, and to be okay with that is a form of cynicism to be found in abundance among political professionals. Mackerras is not only opposed to any change in the system, he also opposes my suggestion that we have a national conversation about it. He does not even want to defend the status quo he supports. Given what an obvious racket it is, I don’t blame him.
Geoff Robinson exaggerates my interpretation of Clive in order to argue that I construe him as some sort of culture hero, and that I see myself in him. In arguing that Palmer was to some important degree formed by the Catholicism of his mother, a faith he still observes, I attribute a depth to him that he does not possess. Furthermore, in seeing that Catholicism as putting him in a dynamic relationship with the core of Australian political life, I attribute far too much to Rerum Novarum, and its relationship to the Harvester judgment, and the tradition that arose from it.
My argument was made in the teeth of incomprehension from the press gallery as to Palmer’s motives and course of action. What would he do next? He was crazy, he was without content! It’s a judgment Robinson endorses, calling Clive “postmodern.” From both parties, that seems a cop-out. My argument was that Palmer’s actions – both what he was blocking and what he was letting through – led one to conclude that his politics were still steered by Catholic notions of social responsibility. From that one could predict that he would not deal on the co-payment, and give little ground on university fees. Thus it proved, and the co-payment is dead. To suggest that this is teleological is circular logic: Robinson believes Palmer has no content, is not steered by any deeper beliefs, so any accumulation of evidence that he is and has been must be retroactive speculation. That seems typical of the refusal of Australian political commentators to interpret political figures – to see them as no more than point particles, and wander around blind. I wanted to work out what Palmer’s beliefs were, and what he might do next. Robinson falsely accuses me of building up Palmer into a culture hero, when much of the essay is devoted to making fun of his serial enthusiasms and to concluding that he is a “foolish, passionate man” with limited insight into his own compulsions. On that basis, Robinson then mounts a rather tired Labourist critique of my position on the non-Labor left. This – which seems to be the point of his reply – can only be done by ignoring my main point, acknowledged by other respondents, that I see Palmer as largely an effect of an electoral system which has become dysfunctional. In his rush to caricature by attributing a position to me, vis-à-vis Labor and mainstream politics, that I have not held for some years, and do not express here, he has mangled the evidence. Also his own: the assertion that the “living wage” did not play a role in Australian politics until the 1990s is an embarrassment.
Tietze, from a different tradition, argues that Palmer and the PUP emerged because traditional major-party politics has been hollowed out over the past twenty years. He sees small parties as the beneficiaries of this fragmentation, and includes the Greens in their number. “It is impossible to understand Palmer and the PUP” without an excursion into the details of that process, he notes. Well, it is if you want to keep an essay to 20,000 words and focus on the novel parts of the process, rather than rehashing the Hawke/Keating Accord years. Tietze’s version is simplistic, oriented to base-and-class processes, and he entirely fails to take account of the structural complexities I noted: that whatever transformations of the class and party system are occurring, our electoral structure keeps the parties in place, reproducing quasi-autonomously. The Greens are not simply a party accruing disaffected voters; they have taken the stable third-party slot that has been part of Australian politics since the emergence of the DLP in the 1950s. Yet the class/social base of that third party has changed entirely, and my argument is that the Greens represent a class of culture and knowledge producers, whose formation and interests are now distinct from Labor’s.
To take the 5 per cent the PUP managed to shave off as some sort of crisis of the system is silly. Tietze’s lack of interest in “superstructure” (in the old money) means that he never tackles the salient fact about the Australian political system: its aforementioned capacity to reproduce itself. There is plenty of cynicism, dissatisfaction and apathy in the electorate, but very little evidence of the assertive anti-political mood Tietze seeks. His suggestion that Palmer’s attack on the budget was “anti-political” is ludicrous – either that or the term “anti-political” is stretched so wide as to have no usefulness. Palmer may have couched his opposition to the budget in folksy terms – the old ladies in Maroochydore who could no longer afford a trip to the movies – but that is simply political effectiveness. It’s what Labor politicians once did. His was a recognisable appeal to equality, tapping into established traditions.
“Anti-politics” serves for Tietze as a substitute for a missing Left, external to the system. In reality, it is a substitute for an accurate explanation of the rise of the Greens. Green parties overseas – in Canada and Ireland, for example – have become more economically liberal as the New Left groupings that founded them die away and their base becomes a prosperous cultural/knowledge producer class. There is an evidentiary test here: if the Greens grow as that class grows, and claim a larger share of it, that will confirm the hypothesis. If they suffer sudden losses of votes – for more than a single election – to upstart new groupings, then the anti-politics model will be vindicated to a degree. I see no sign, in the growth of the Greens over the last fifteen years, that they represent any sort of fragment or substitution or anti-politics rather than an emergent class–party dyad in their own right. The suggestion that the party has not grown stronger in exactly the areas inhabited by the class I’m describing is absurd; the Greens have flourished when they have focused resources on these areas and groups, rather than making a more general appeal.
Tietze disdains any transformation of the electoral/institutional system as trivial, a position you can only take if you see it as a mere shadow of a “real” process. But you don’t have to believe that institutional reform is a sufficient thing to think that it is necessary or desirable. His disdain leads Tietze into simple obtuseness when he notes that my sketch of a 2016 scenario – in which Tony Abbott is done out of the premiership by a divergence between raw votes and seats, and a clutch of independents – is a repetition of the 2010 election. Yes, that’s the point, it is. Surely a Marxist should recognise the importance of a repeated event, and its non-singular meaning. Finally, having suggested that the PUP represents something of a social expression, Tietze sees the collapse of its balance-of-power role as symptomatic – and argues that this somehow invalidates the entire essay. Since I never made any claims that Palmer could keep the show on the road, and I noted that he had squandered his chance of consolidating support by staying with the clown act, with decline likely, it is hard to see how the departure of Jacqui Lambie invalidates the argument, or is expressive of any social process at all.
It’s my contention that the rise and fall of the PUP has occurred at an independent level of political action, as an institutional effect, but that its leader may be a man whose make-up and ideas are worth thinking about, if only to try to work out what he’s going to do next. Had the Coalition leaders taken up my interpretation, they would have abandoned the co-payment and other measures months before they did, and might have been back on track before the Sir Prince Philip disaster. Had they taken up the mélange of ideas expressed by my detractors – well, they did. They wandered around without any thought as to what the PUP might be or who Clive was, and they got shellacked, again. There’s a lot of it about.
Guy Rundle
CLIVOSAURUS
Correspondence
On page 47 of Clivosaurus, Guy Rundle shows that he too is unaware of an important political change. He refers to an “idea implicit in the bicameral system: that the upper house should review legislation but ultimately show regard for the fact that the public had chosen a government, with a program, in the lower house.” This idea has been dead and gone for nearly five years, killed off by Tony Abbott.
In February 2010, Kevin Rudd had a mandate for his emissions trading scheme – it had been an election promise in 2007. Back then, though, the Senate was controlled by the Liberals and a Christian fellow traveller of theirs who had about as much real support as Ricky Muir has now. At the start of the 2010 parliamentary year, Tony Abbott stood in front of TV cameras and said, “The government has its policies but we have ours, and we will be pursuing them through the Senate.” Everyone knows what happened after that.
Since 1 July 2014, the new Senate has been out of anyone’s control, and all of the non-government parties are simply doing to Abbott what in 2010 he said was right and proper. This includes Clive Palmer’s deal-making. Abbott has no grounds for complaint, and the commentariat should be telling him so. It should not support any whining from Abbott (or Christopher Pyne, or Joe Hockey, or Mathias Cormann, Eric Abetz, George Brandis and so on) about mandates and election promises and other such things which the Liberals have casually treated as complete crap.
What should be said instead is, “Be careful about what you wish for, Tony, because you might get it.”
We can’t expect Murdoch or Fairfax writers to say that, though. The really odd thing here is that in the bitchy, childish, poisoned atmosphere which Abbott and his mob have created, the likes of Guy Rundle don’t say it either.
Grant Agnew
CLIVOSAURUS
Correspondence
According to my assessment, Australia has a dozen psephologists: eleven men and one woman, South Australia’s Jenni Newton-Farrelly. If we rank these twelve people from most advocating reform to least advocating reform, we would have Rundle at one extreme and myself at the other. Australia’s current best-known and most prolific psephologist, Antony Green, would be placed halfway between us.
I accept Rundle’s claim that all his advocacy of reform is based on democratic principles, and I would assert that of myself also. I would not say that about Green. In my view, his advocacy of reform is based on the idea that Australia has three worthy parties – the Liberal Party, the Australian Labor Party and the Greens – and ten unworthy parties: the National Party, the Family First Party, the Palmer United Party, the Liberal Democratic Party, the Shooters and Fishers Party, the Australian Motoring Enthusiast Party, the Australian Sex Party, the Dignity for Disability party, the Democratic Labour Party and the Vote 1 Local Jobs party. According to Green’s view (at least as I interpret it), these latter parties get their seats in state upper houses by gaming the system. If they do not actually engage in that nasty practice themselves, they defend electoral systems that help other unworthy parties to engage in that practice.
Let me consider a case to illustrate my point. In March 2014 the Labor government of Jay Weatherill won a South Australian general election by gaming the system. Then, in December, it converted its win as a minority government into a majority, by the luck of winning the electoral district of Fisher at a by-election. It did that after winning a mere 47 per cent of the two-party preferred vote in March, compared with 53 per cent won by the Liberal Party. How would these three psephologists react to that?
Rundle would say, “Yes, of course it was a case of Labor gaming the system. It is a rotten system which must be abandoned in favour of proportional representation.” I would say, “Yes, of course it was a case of Labor gaming the system, but radical change is not needed. At some future date, South Australia will get a government not tainted as being illegitimate.” Meanwhile, Green would not say that Labor gamed the system at all. For him, the only ones “gaming the system” – to gain their upper house seats – are those parties he deems unworthy.
However, coming back to Rundle, I wish to refute any suggestion by him or anyone else that any of the three PUP senators could be said to be in the Senate courtesy of their gaming the system. It is true, however, that none of them received a quota on the first count.
Glenn Lazarus received 9.9 per cent in Queensland, which is a high number, more than two-thirds of a quota. No one has suggested that there was anything unfair about his election.
Jacqui Lambie received 6.6 per cent in Tasmania. Hers was a low absolute number of votes because Tasmania is our least populous state. Yet we have all these people (mainly in the business community) calling for a threshold. The standard demand is for 5 per cent, as in New Zealand. Lambie would have been elected even if there had been a 5 per cent threshold. Green has written that the third Liberal candidate, Sally Chandler, was democratically entitled to the seat. His argument is that the Liberal Party group won 2.63 quotas, while the PUP group won only 0.46 of a quota. That is a reasonable proposition, I suppose. However, Australia has a candidate-based electoral system and the first preference vote for Lambie was 21,794, while that for Chandler was 637. It could be said that both Lambie and Chandler engaged in preference harvesting, but Lambie was more successful. She finished with 55,571 votes, compared to 39,906 for Chandler.
Before I consider the case of Dio Wang, I ask myself: why do we have a candidate-based electoral system? To that question, I answer: because our constitution commands it. Section 7 of the Australian Constitution states: “The Senate shall be composed of senators for each State, directly chosen by the people of the State, voting … as one electorate.” Were we to have a party-list system (as New Zealand has for its House of Representatives), our politicians would not be “directly chosen by the people.” They would be appointed by party machines. The role of the electorate under a party-list system is merely to distribute numbers of seats among the parties according to their proportions of the effective votes. I say “effective votes,” because many votes are thrown into the rubbish bin by the thresholds that apply in such systems.
Reverting to Clive Palmer, however, the most interesting case of his senators is Wang in Western Australia. In respect of the September 2013 election, he received exactly 5 per cent of the formal vote and was not declared elected. So he appealed to the High Court sitting as the Court of Disputed Returns. Justice Kenneth Hayne, being the court, declared the entire election void and ordered a re-run. At that election, Wang received 12.3 per cent, which was quite close to the quota of 14.3 per cent. No one has suggested that there was anything unfair about the result of the West Australian supplementary election.
Not only were the elections of these three senators (Lazarus, Lambie and Wang) fair, but the entire election result was fair.
Rundle finishes his section “Gaming the System” with this comment on page 65:
Palmer’s invocation of a centrist politics with strong roots in Australian political tradition came at a time when there was mass opposition to the budget that was attacking such measures, but an inability by Labor to give an overarching moral account of why such a budget was wrong. Clive Palmer could, but what he couldn’t do was switch out of the clownish mode that he had used to gain publicity during and after the 2013 election. That failure to project a more consistent and reasoned political style may have cost him his best chance to convert his freak win at the craps table of Australian democracy into a broader political movement.
I agree with that. Palmer engaged in a gamble. Just what else is new? His gamble came off, because he was elected as one of 150 members in the House of Representatives and he was able to get three senators elected – and their success fairly closely matched their share of the vote. The system, therefore, does not deserve the derision to which Rundle subjects it. Every election under every system is, to some extent, a crapshoot.
I come now to the final section of the essay, “Of Dinosaurs and Democracy.” In it, Rundle describes a highly unlikely outcome to the 2016 federal election and then goes on:
Maybe it will take an event of that magnitude to shake us from our complacency, our mistaking of torpor and disengagement for orderliness and legitimacy. If so, bring it on. But it would be better to start a conversation now, a real one, ranging across the country, about what sort of changes would make for a genuinely representative and more democratic system. That would involve discussion of multi-member electorates, voluntary voting, list systems, optional preferentiality, Senate thresholds, campaign spending, different models of public funding or its abolition altogether, the role of the governor-general, and beyond. Some of these measures face the near-impossible hurdle of a referendum, but many can be achieved by legislation. The most democratic way to re-ground Australian democracy would be for a series of such conversations to lead to a non-binding national plebiscite on proposals to reform our democracy, the results of which would guide subsequent bills in parliament. Any party that set itself against a manifest desire for change would expose itself as more committed to the system than to the popular will.
Sorry, Guy, but I cannot agree with that. For a start, half of those proposals would require changes to the Constitution. Not that I want to get into an argument on that. If the scenario you paint were to occur at the federal level, the reaction would be the same as was the case for that South Australian election, mentioned above. Perhaps there would be some tinkering. But it would be much more likely that the losers would say, “We have accepted this system, so we are willing to let the chips fall where they may.”
As a postscript, I note that earlier, while defending the South Australian electoral system, I wrote, “At some future date South Australia will get a government not tainted as being illegitimate.” As I wrote those words, I did not realise just how quickly I would be proved right. However, I insist that I have been proved right. Quite apart from the Fisher by-election, we had a Newspoll published in the Australian newspaper on 31 December 2014. It showed the distribution of the two-party-preferred vote as 53/47 in Labor’s favour, compared with the reverse at the March general election. So, even with a result like that, and even with Labor’s naked gaming of the system, there is now a government in South Australia enjoying every bit as much legitimacy as the governments of all the other jurisdictions.
Malcolm Mackerras
CLIVOSAURUS
Correspondence
Clive Palmer didn’t appear at his eponymous political party’s launch for the late January Queensland state election, leaving the introductions to Senator Glenn Lazarus. As usual, it was a very yellow affair, with the candidates given Palmer United Party canary-coloured corflutes to hand out to the ageing Sunshine Coast audience. The event was held in a fairly modest function room at the Palmer Coolum Resort on a Sunday morning – it was just finishing as Campbell Newman took to the stage at the Brisbane Convention & Exhibition Centre for his big campaign rally. The star turn was the PUP state leader, John Bjelke-Petersen, son of the former, mostly discredited, premier, the late Sir Joh, and his remarkable wife, the former senator, Flo.
John, who has a face every bit as crumpled as his dad's, was ushered in to the pumping disco sound and menacing refrain of “Eye of the Tiger.” Like most things Clive, John’s speech defied logic and stereotype. There was a mix of pro-business free enterprise, some early twentieth-century state intervention, an astonishing call to keep the police out of politics (did a Bjelke-Petersen really say that?) and a jumble of federal, state and local government complaints.
It was hard to tell how much advance notice the PUP state leader had of his speech’s content – at one stage he laughed at the end of a joke line as if it was the first time he’d read it – but he did manage to get to the end, prompting a burst of sign-waving, fist-pumping and hip-swinging that momentarily transformed the room into something resembling a Zumba session at a gated community.
John Bjelke-Petersen never had a chance in the state election, taking on Deputy Premier Jeff Seeney in the rural Central Queensland seat of Callide, with its 23 per cent buffer. The other PUP candidates – even those standing on the Gold and Sunshine coasts, where Palmer has his strongest, still waning, support – never had a hope either, in a contest that increasingly polarised voters. Even Palmer, who spent much of the campaign out of the country, didn’t seem to have his heart in it. There were only a handful of the big yellow billboards – once so prevalent they looked more like street signs in some neighbourhoods – here and there on the coasts.
The 2015 Queensland election might be seen as the beginning of the end for PUP, although Clive has half a term to run as the member for Fairfax and his remaining two senators, Lazarus and Perth’s Dio Wang, are there for five more years. The irony of the PUP’s failure to win seats or do any real damage to the Newman government in the polls – it was doing enough damage to itself, as it happened – is that the party was established as a vehicle for payback against the Liberal National Party in Queensland. The foray into federal politics was designed as a curtain-raiser for the main event in Queensland. But it appears that the first act was as good as it got.
Guy Rundle’s essay accurately traces the roots of Palmer’s political involvement to the rise of the business-as-politics model that grew up while Sir Joh was premier and ministers like Russ Hinze corrupted public life. Palmer’s flirtation with the Nationals dates to a time when the party had Country as its name – he was hired as a campaign assistant in the very early ’70s, but after six months, party boss Bob Sparkes showed him the door. Clive’s return coincided with the “Joh for PM” push, a serious attempt by a group of wealthy developers to buy a government, and his disaffection with the LNP followed a falling out over money, not policy.
The Palmer political model, built with cash and supported by a membership often indistinguishable from the party leader’s own interests, is not sustainable. It has no core beliefs beyond Hallmark platitudes and Wikipedia definitions of democracy. When the crossover between Palmer’s private and corporate ambitions and his political manoeuvring becomes so apparent and contradictory it can’t be hidden, the public attraction fades. Palmer won’t be the last to use wealth and baloney to curry political favour – the internet age is made for him and his like – but it looks like his time is running out.
Dennis Atkins
CLIVOSAURUS
Correspondence
Guy Rundle, a long-time visitor to the Gold Coast, has captured its ephemerality and shiny emptiness perfectly. A couple of years ago, on the way back to Brisbane from Byron Bay by Greyhound bus, I noticed that many of the ’70s hotels and “attractions” had fallen into a state of decay and disorder. Perhaps the action had moved north from the southern end of the coastal strip. Flying back into Coolangatta earlier this year from Singapore, I was amazed that the plane had to be towed to the terminal because of “construction” – a metaphor for the shifting sands of the built environment landwards of the beach. That ugly scenes attend protests against the building of (another) mosque suggests the politics of redevelopment is often nasty, and very much contested. In the recent election campaign, Mermaid Bay MP Ray Stevens astonished most everyone with his silent dance in response to a reporter’s questions over his “convergence of interest” as both politician and consultant and investor in a development company. Let’s not forget that the man whose spectre looms large over the Coast, Russ Hinze, Minister for Everything under Joh, pioneered both the politics of the land grab and the dodginess that surrounds it. So, if the built environment of the Gold Coast resembles something celebrated in the ’70s po-mo architecture tome Learning from Las Vegas, its social life seems to reflect that formlessness – the quick road to advancement lies through smarts and quick deals rather than either inherited wealth or constant toil.
It does make sense, then, that Clive learnt how to be Clive on the Goldie.
Let’s not forget, either, that Palmer now presides over a dinosaur park and resort on the Sunshine Coast, minutes away from slumbering Mount Coolum. The Gold Coast, as Rundle knows, has always been sui generis. Plots hatched there – like the mad “Joh for PM” crusade – have tended to run aground or implode, maybe because the Goldie, a promised land in one sense, has always been a nowhere-land, home to people from elsewhere; it feels simultaneously not-Queensland and hyper-Queensland, utopic and dystopic. Crime stats, particularly those involving violence and guns, are disproportionately bad on the Gold Coast compared to the rest of the state, and Campbell Newman’s war on bikies would seem like an overreaction anywhere else.
The Sunshine Coast couldn’t be more different, with the exception of the glitzy high-rise and nightclub beachfront of Mooloolaba. Coolum, Peregian and Marcoola beaches are sleepy, Caloundra has more bustle, and Noosa is Noosa – either the Toorak of the North or the Byron Bay of Queensland, depending on your taste and the state of the economy. Buderim is bookshops and Peter Slipper’s hideaway house. The south of the Sunshine Coast is non-stop featureless ’80s housing estates, but the north is brush and tea-trees, segueing into rainforest. At Maroochydore, over prawns and XXXX, a retired senior sergeant of police once told me that the refugees from Jeff Kennett’s Victoria all went bust after buying low-lying land on the flood plains, unawares. I don’t know if that’s true, but it captures the culture of the place – you win in politics on the Sunshine Coast by promising not to be the Gold Coast. Clive himself ran into much trouble precisely because the dinosaurs, and the land grabs, were more Surfers Paradise than Sunshine Coast. In the hinterland, this is Kevin Rudd country, too, in vibe if not votes, though the old timber-logging town of Eumundi has had an agreeably New Age makeover (and offers yet more bookshops). The Gold Coast, despite the presence of two universities to the Sunshine Coast’s one, is not noted for bookshops.
As a bred, if not born, Queenslander myself, I’m much fonder of the Sunny Coast than the Cold Ghost. There’s a local identity here, and roots laid down. Sure, there are people from “not round here” (in a Queensland country pub, you’re on the outer if you can’t claim a family connection), but old British migrants drinking themselves silly at the bowls club fit in well with the local folk. There was never any industry, the banana and strawberry farms are mostly gone, and I’ve never been able to figure out, while passing through, what most people in places like Buddina do for a living. Maybe the interspersed bottle-os and fundamentalist churches amid the brick-box houses provide a clue, but I’m not sure. Just as with other, more northerly, districts along the sprawling Queensland coastline, average incomes are low. If you drive from Buderim down to Maroochydore, every second house seems to offer knife sharpening or fresh fruit or some other service, usually with a hand-painted sign. There are no doubt dreams dreamt here, but not the sorts of grand ones Clive dreams, which may account for the puzzlement Rundle describes at the bizarre PUP open day. As Rundle also notes, not many of the voters of Fairfax actually cast a first preference vote for the PUP in the person of the sometime professor from Bond University.
Queensland can be relied on to send a shockwave south at least once a decade, albeit one whose impact diminishes the further south it travels. The “Bible-bashing bastard,” Joh Bjelke-Petersen, brought down Gough Whitlam in the ’70s; with his quixotic campaign for Canberra in the ’80s, the newly dubbed Sir Joh crashed and burned John Howard in pre-Lazarus days; Pauline Hanson spread bile from Ipswich in the ’90s; and Bob Katter, the Man with the Big White Hat, arguably should have made his run in the 2000s (by the early 2010s, homophobia and anti-Asian prejudice were a mile too far to travel even for many of his natural supporters). Clive’s impact seems to follow the same laws of political geographic motion, the wave diminishing to a small stream by the time it hit Victoria. Yet Palmer himself is not a Queenslander by birth, and his joint appearance with Al Gore, his support for solar energy (a mainstay of the party’s policies in the Queensland state election), his open mind to open borders for refugees and his support for free tertiary education all seem decidedly un-Queensland. Although his various crazy tax schemes fit the mould. (It would be intriguing to trace the history of eccentric tax policy ideas from Queensland insurgents – they’ve all, from Joh onwards, had them. Maybe there’s a bit of Henry George energy persisting in the backblocks.)
Although the PUP replicated One Nation by being more of an invitation-only club than a political party, it didn’t necessarily appeal to the same sorts of voters, many of whom are now, by virtue of the effluxion of time, living in the Lockyer Valley in the Sky. It’s possible that Palmer’s vote was more the result of inattention than any devotion to a populist cause. He was there, he mailed folks a DVD, and he was neither Labor nor Liberal. Whatever weight one gives to Rundle’s picture of the man’s political philosophy – and I suspect that it’s a little less Rerum Novarum and a little more populism without doctrines than Guy allows – his electoral strength in 2013’s federal election is most certainly an expression of anti-politics. Hence too, probably, the weakness of the Palmer push in Queensland this year. So much for destroying Newman; maybe that task was delegated to Alan Jones. The PUP style in 2015 is more of a Twitter feed than a campaign.
The key to all this might be the impossibility of translating anti-politics into politics. Rundle makes much of Palmer actually playing politics – dealing, negotiating, feinting, seizing the high ground, retreating. That is what he was doing, and that was what the serried ranks of the press gallery and the political class and big business decried as “instability.” That’s all true, but the dilemma for any anti-politician who succeeds in entering politics is that they then become, ipso facto, a politician. There is another way – the Beppe Grillo or Sinn Fein model – a politics of parliamentary abstention or abstentionism. Get elected, don’t follow the logic. But for any populist or anti-political movement desirous of exercising power, whether it’s the UK Independence Party, Podemos in Spain, Syriza in Greece, the Tea Party in the US, or the PUP in Australia, traps loom. Palmer might have done better to have followed the first path: decry and denounce every-thing and force a double dissolution, knocking the Coalition for six and improving his parliamentary representation as a bonus.
I have argued elsewhere that the rise of populism and anti-politics has three key antecedents: deep globalisation, changes in opportunity structures and the liquidity of our lives, and the information revolution. Anti-politics, and the decay of politics and the political class, is often ascribed to the fracturing of the social bases political parties have long relied on for legitimacy, and a consequent system crisis. That’s true, but it’s not the whole story.
Here, the Queensland phenomenon is illuminating. If the key divide in Australian politics in the twentieth century was between an industrial working class and a capitalist class, that wasn’t the picture in the Sunshine State. There was little heavy manufacturing; the unions had their strength in the bush; and mining, transport and construction more often recruited short-term, contract and seasonal workers than lifers. Liberals were weak, resting only on the Brisbane legal and medical professions, and big business was always from “somewhere else” – interstate, if not the American and Japanese capital so warmly embraced by Joh. Rural life was protected by complex marketing and distribution mechanisms, boards, single desks and the panoply of agrarian socialism, while Queensland was very much a free-trade state compared to Victoria, with its industrial protectionism. In this environment, and in a massive landmass overlayed by multiple regional politics (small-scale settlement versus grazing country, red earth versus scrub – a lot more complicated than just urban versus rural), we had something like a three-party system, with the Liberals always squeezed in between Labor and the Country/National parties, whose dominance lasted for decades. Why? More because they represented a certain authoritarian mode of “strong” governance than because of the social interests on which their bases were built.
It’s a bit like that now – Labor and the LNP are just there, the default choices, offered up by a political system that privileges organisational and financial strength over genuine representation. “Interests” are also missing in action: an economy that creates short-term and contract work, and a culture that encourages constant changes of tack and career – neither lends themselves to the commonality of lived experience that saw majorities unionised. On the other side of the coin, the fluidity, impermanence and globality of capital gives the lie to the picture of a coherent Australian capitalist class, an ideological confection if there ever was one. Australia, I would argue, is becoming more Queensland, and thus Clive Palmer had his chance. Just as Kevin came from Queensland to help, so too did Clive, but no one was really looking for the sort of help on offer, if that manifested as horse-trading in the Senate rather than giving voice to the sense that politics was alien, meaningless, something to be managed as part of the struggle for existence rather than something of clear and present import. Clive Palmer’s political epitaph might be: “he was just another politician.” As Rundle no doubt sees clearly now, that leaves us in a nowhere-land not dissimilar to the illusory glamour of the Gold Coast.
Mark Bahnisch
CLIVOSAURUS
Correspondence
Guy Rundle tells a great story in Clivosaurus. It is the story of Clive Palmer, a boy from the Gold Coast who lived the Australian dream of an ample sufficiency and who then became the defender of this dream against Tony Abbott. But like most good writers, Rundle also tells his own story: of a boy from the Arena-land of the inner-city left, in search of the suburban and coastal Australian dream – Upper Middle Bogan as essay. It is Coolangatta to Canberra for Palmer, and Carlton to Carrum for Rundle. Both Rundle and Palmer are nationalist optimists and both diverge from stereotypical images of “left” and “right”: Rundle is a longstanding critic of conventional left-libertarianism on issues such as euthanasia, and mining baron Palmer has rallied to the defence of Australian welfarism. That Rundle is fascinated by Palmer is not surprising, but in the end the hopes he places in him are misplaced.
Rundle’s fascination is with the ideal of Clive Palmer. To Rundle, Palmer’s mastery of reinvention makes him a man for the times. Rundle commences with a consideration of the divergence between Palmer’s liberal views on the government budget deficit and refugees, and the conservatism of many who voted for him. To Rundle, the pre-election and post-election Palmer are distinct. Palmer’s own life story, Rundle contends, has made him someone who can boldly articulate what “Australians owed to each other” within an “overarching moral account” that makes him uniquely suited to be a bearer of the “core values … close to the centre of Australian politics.”
After the Abbott government’s first budget, many on the left saw their Facebook timelines cluttered by excited shares of Palmer’s press conferences. Rundle’s essay reflects that time and mood. There is wishful thinking here. Left intellectuals in Australia are usually dissatisfied with “their” parties and regularly offer what they believe to be election-winning advice. Left politicians usually ignore this advice, to their electoral benefit. Rundle seems to leap from the fact that Palmer provided an obstruction to Tony Abbott to the assumption that somehow his challenge to Abbott resonated with the public. In fact, discontent with Abbott fuelled the rapid political revival of the establishment left, in the form of Labor and the Greens.
Rundle is keen to refute the image of Palmer as an amoral conservative opportunist, but his narrative of Palmer’s colourful life story is deeply teleological: Palmer’s many identities – Catholic conservative, liberal reformer, romantic poet and mining entrepreneur – are seen to have made him a vessel for particular values. For Rundle, these values are Australian egalitarianism and a Catholic social justice tradition. For all the thick description that Rundle gives us, Palmer remains a shadowy figure in his portrayal. It seems Rundle believes that Palmer’s significance is dependent on his ideological depth. This reflects a modernist conception of political life as an intensely serious task. To Rundle, Palmer must have ideological depth to be a significant figure. But Palmer can be all surface, reinvention and appearance, yet also remain deeply significant. Palmer is a postmodern politician whose persona is based on constant reinvention, but his rise and apparent fall speaks to the exhaustion of postmodernity in the age of financial crisis and secular stagnation.
Rundle wants to find a foundation for Palmer, and so he revives the discourses of the early 1990s, when B.A. Santamaria was feted by some on the left as a critic of neoliberalism. To Rundle, Palmer’s defence of Australian values reflects a Catholic legacy; Rundle is concerned to enlist Palmer in a familiar crusade against that communitarian/conservative/socialist bogy the “atomised and content-less self of classical liberal doctrine.” For Rundle, content and depth are important, and he seeks to persuade readers that Palmer has these qualities.
After the death of socialism, Rundle as a left intellectual finds the model of depth and seriousness in Catholicism. For Rundle, ultimately Palmer’s politics are all about the legacy of the 1891 papal encyclical Rerum Novarum. But Rerum Novarum is like Marx’s Capital: often cited but rarely read. The encyclical is largely a polemic against socialism, which gives little support to trade unions or the welfare state. Rather like Clive Palmer himself, it is a symbol attached to competing causes. Catholics who faced competition from socialism cited Rerum Novarum to justify policies largely identical to those of the moderate left. Catholic unions were not fundamentally different from socialist unions; Australian Labor had an abundance of Catholic leaders, but its practice was distinctly non-Catholic. The significance of the arbitration system lay not in its regulation of wages, but in its promotion of trade unionism. As Peter Lindert shows in his 2004 book Growing Public, European political Catholicism did not encourage the growth of the welfare state until after World War II. It was then that European Catholics decided to compete democratically with their rivals to the left rather than exclude them from politics by anti-democratic force. In Australia, B.A. Santamaria took the word of papal encyclicals seriously; for him, this meant opposition to the arbitration system as a promoter of class conflict, together with a deep suspicion of social welfare as an subversion of family responsibilities. Rundle makes much of the living wage as an Australian ideal, but as a principle separate from trade unionism it only arrived in the economically rational 1990s, with the Keating government’s 1993 industrial relations reforms.
The Australian values that Rundle evokes may have been a muddled compromise, but they were the result of real social struggles and movements – which no longer exist. But to Rundle, Australian values exist as an eternal identity slumbering in the hearts of citizens. From this perspective, conservative excesses call into automatic existence champions of ordinary life such as Kevin Rudd or Clive Palmer. At times of conservative ascendancy, the Australian left has often rallied to ideals and myths: Russel Ward’s evocation of the bush legend during the Menzies era, or Judith Brett’s discovery of the moral middle class during the Howard years. In the age of Abbott, Rundle rallies the left by evoking the spirit of the suburbs, as manifest in Clive Palmer. In truth, Australian history is not on the side of the left. Clivosaurus tells us much about Clive Palmer, but it tells us more about the contemporary Australian left.
Geoff Robinson
CLIVOSAURUS
Correspondence
The single most extraordinary fact about Clive Palmer and his conflated business and political interests is that he took $10 million from his Chinese government–owned joint venture partner to fund his political party, which now holds considerable influence in the Senate.
Nothing like this has ever happened before in Australian political history, but the sheer gobsmacking significance of it will be lost on readers of Guy Rundle’s Clivosaurus, where it is mentioned only in passing. Palmer’s use of Citic Pacific’s money for electoral purposes is noted just three times in the essay, and each reference is one sentence long. Rundle doesn’t even state the amount of money involved.
This pivotal issue is the centre of a Supreme Court action brought by Citic, an investigation by the West Australian police, and has seen Palmer storm out of several TV interviews, yet not only does Rundle blithely bypass it, he also shirks rigorous analysis of Palmer’s business interests and finances.
Rundle is a former editor of left-wing magazine Arena and is now described as a roving correspondent for Crikey. A big part of the problem with this essay is that he isn’t the right person to have written it. When it comes to Palmer, he lacks the depth of Hedley Thomas and Sean Parnell, who have covered the businessman-turned-politician in immense detail in the Australian and in an 80,000-word book respectively.
Rundle draws extensively on Parnell’s book, Clive: The story of Clive Palmer, a fact disclosed about halfway through and in the acknowledgments, and this means there’s little new material on Palmer’s early life or his present business interests.
Rundle’s treatment of Thomas is one of many disappointing aspects of this essay. Thomas, a formidable investigative journalist with five Walkley Awards to his credit, is introduced in such a perfunctory way that readers will see him as a Murdoch hack who does the bidding of his master. Rundle’s linking of the coverage by the Australian, and Thomas especially, with Palmer’s bizarre claim about Rupert Murdoch’s ex-wife Wendi Deng being a Chinese government spy is fundamentally flawed and unfair to Thomas.
To set the record straight, Thomas’s first big piece about Palmer and his political ambitions was published on 15 June 2013. The article, which carried the headline “Should this man run our nation?”, followed Palmer’s boast that he would become prime minister.
As the election drew closer, Thomas wrote a steady stream of stories about Palmer, culminating in a front-page article that exposed a series of claims that Palmer had made about being a professor, a G20 adviser, a mining magnate and a billionaire. Palmer made the comment about Deng being a Chinese spy on the day of publication, 5 September, so Thomas’s burrowing into Palmer’s life was well underway when Palmer made these remarks.
This critique of News Corporation and the Australian in particular wouldn’t be so ludicrous if Rundle didn’t then lambast the media at large for ignoring Palmer. While he says News was “going him … for going up against Rupert,” in the very next breath he says the remainder of the press ignored him “throughout the election campaign and its aftermath.” Well, this situation surely underscores the public interest merit of News devoting considerable resources to probing into Palmer’s affairs?
Rundle also argues, unconvincingly, that the Australian’s focus on Palmer was unfair because commensurate attention was not given to other “politically engaged” rich men, such as James Packer, Frank Lowy and Rupert Murdoch. But Rundle doesn’t concede the obvious point that none has a political party with seats in parliament and a potential stranglehold on the Senate.
Paul Cleary
A longer version of this piece was first published in the Weekend Australian on 6 December 2014.
CLIVOSAURUS
Correspondence
Late in Clivosaurus, Guy Rundle warns against over-interpreting his subject and argues that it “would be an error … to seek to find in Palmer’s life the key to his current hold on the political process” and that he “is not a cause of our current fractured politics: he is one of its most spectacular effects.”
Unfortunately, for most of the rest of the essay, Guy ignores his own advice and ends up missing the most salient factors driving the Palmer phenomenon, as well as failing to grasp its weaknesses.
Perhaps most tellingly, for an intervention that purports to explain Palmer’s success, Guy’s essay has almost nothing in it about who actually voted for Palmer, or why. Instead, Guy tries to anatomise Palmer’s idiosyncratic politics through a mixture of retelling his life story in the context of a rough sketch of Australian, Queensland and Gold Coast social and political history, observing Clive speak to public audiences (Guy never gets a personal interview), quoting various journalists’ disapproving op-eds, and recounting the big man’s often erratic pronouncements and manoeuvres. All this is leavened with more than a little wishful projection about Palmer’s progressive side, because – as Guy cannot avoid acknowl-edging – the contradictions of the PUP leader’s program are hard to miss.
Guy’s descriptions of Palmer’s personal quirks and obsessions leave us with a portrait that could have been drawn of any number of second-string political operators from the Queensland National Party’s Joh-era heyday. There is certainly nothing specific about Clive’s politics that could explain how he’s had so much electoral impact. So it’s no wonder that Guy ends up taking a soft swipe at Palmer’s ability to use his wealth to “buy” an election, a complaint more commonly heard from politicos shameless enough to attack others for injecting self-interest and big money into politics.
You cannot satisfactorily explain the PUP’s success without grasping a deeper process of the breakdown of the political arrangements that dominated Australia during most of the twentieth century. Until things started to unravel in the late years of the post–World War II boom, democratic politics had a mass social base, organised around the pivot of Labourism, which rested on powerful but deeply conservative trade union organisations in civil society. Both left and right defined themselves in relation to this social fact, which provided stability even when major shocks like war and depression intervened.
Perhaps the key accelerator of the decomposition of this political order, and the hollowing out of the social base of the political class as a whole, was the thirteen years of union “Accord” under the Hawke and Keating governments. Labor’s working-class base suffered real wage decline in the service of a massive upward redistribution of wealth. Yet this was also the high point of Labourism, with mass sacrifice traded for unparalleled governmental influence for union leaders. It exhausted any distinct Labor Party and trade union relevance to workers – unionisation now plumbs depths not seen since the beginning of last century – as well as leaving the conservatives with no distinct agenda of their own, Labor having delivered so well for business without their involvement.
If there was ever a period of “neoliberal” hegemony in Australia, it was over by the time Keating turned on a dime and campaigned successfully as the anti-economic rationalist against a hapless John Hewson, who was, after all, just trying to continue what Labor had started. Since then, the major parties have had to deal with their declining authority in the electorate by largely avoiding big-bang economic reforms, a fact which troubles commentators desperate for a replay of the glorious 1980s. Yet this political caution has not halted the contraction of stable voter bases, rising electoral volatility, falling party memberships, increasing segregation of a political class with little “real world” experience, growing reliance on public funding of politics and, perhaps most worryingly, mounting voter detachment from politics.
Such developments have driven the dissolution of right–left allegiances, followed over time by the rise of new political forces tapping into public discontent with politicians, who are increasingly seen as self-obsessed and lacking relevance to people’s lives. These new formations, from less stable entities like One Nation to more enduring ones like the Greens, have gained by cannibalising the fragmenting bases of one or other major party, or appealing to the anti-political mood of the electorate, or usually a bit of both.
It is impossible to understand how Palmer could come from nowhere to get 5.5 per cent of the national vote in 2013 unless you recognise that his success rested much less on any positive agenda than on something almost entirely negative: the long-run erosion of the old political order.
Guy is unable to acknowledge this political crack-up in any substantive sense. So he tends to attribute the rise of parties like the Greens to the growth of a new “class of knowledge/culture/policy producers” (even though the vast bulk of this demographic group still votes for the major parties), rather than the breakdown of Labor’s political hold in certain geographic locales. He also downplays the generalised anti-political mood in society, which is now so obvious that even the commentariat and the polite middle classes talk about it openly.
At one level this rejection of “anti-politics” as an explanation is not surprising. Guy makes pretty clear he is looking for a way to revive politics as a reflection of “the general will” of society, rather than considering the possibility it’s actually not really about that kind of thing at all. Furthermore, he seems to associate anti-politics with “angry resistance” to the mainstream, when in fact what marks developments in recent years is the detached quality of the punishment meted out by voters.
Guy quotes a much-discussed 2014 Lowy Institute poll showing high levels of dissatisfaction with democracy. I’ll add what researchers found when they asked why people felt this way: the two top responses were “democracy is not working because there is no real difference between the policies of the major parties” and “democracy only serves the interests of a few and not the majority of society.” Despite this, Guy proposes tweaks to electoral processes to make them more technically representative, rather than something more fundamental. He also speculates:
What if Tony Abbott receives a distinct majority of the vote in 2016, but Labor wins one more seat, and the government is decided, in Labor’s favour, by an informal caucus of Adam Bandt, Andrew Wilkie and Clive Palmer, who can also guarantee the new government a working majority in the Senate? Would the Coalition accept that very, very possible scenario as legitimate? More to the point, would their supporters outside the political caste?
Maybe it will take an event of that magnitude to shake us from our complacency, our mistaking of torpor and disengagement for orderliness and legitimacy. If so, bring it on.
This is no more than a replay of 2010–13, with hardly any of the names changed, but Guy has nothing explicit to say about why the last government was such a depressing political failure. After all, it opened the way for an Opposition leader as disliked as Abbott to become prime minister, and led to a large drop in the left’s vote and the rise of Palmer, the latter delivering a large chunk of former Labor votes to Abbott via preferences. Palmer’s program didn’t matter anywhere near as much as his ability to play to the popular disdain for both the government (with the Greens frittering away anti-establishment credibility by propping it up) and the Opposition. The PUP generally did best in the working-class suburbs of big cities: that sea of swinging voters endlessly mythologised by the old parties. According to analysis by Peter Brent, the PUP’s ability to harvest votes from Labor was on display again in the West Australian Senate by-election, this time in the context of a falling Coalition vote and Greens revival.
Following these wins, rather than copy Labor’s partisan hectoring about the “lies” and “broken promises” of the May budget – as if no previous government had committed such sins and convinced voters of the necessity of reforms anyway – Palmer told Lateline’s Tony Jones, “This is an ideological budget, it’s just about ideology and about smashing someone. It’s not really about what’s best for the country.” It was a supremely anti-political moment, fingering Abbott for hurting the country by playing to his side’s fixations. It came as the PUP’s popularity scaled closer to its July 2014 peak in the context of high-visibility manoeuvres on the floor of parliament.
Despite Palmer’s appeals to widely held values associated with the political centre, his ability to take on the government rested not on popular support, but on the conservatives’ lack of authority. This authority problem was something that wrong-footed LNP supporters, because the right had won a nominally large two-party-preferred victory over a shambolic (but, thanks to Rudd’s return, still viable) Labor Party. The PUP leader’s own lack of a base gave him space to play the anti-politics card as a form of pure politics, free of dreary constraints like the views of a membership or dissenting voices in the party room, let alone a stable constituency.
But after July, as it became more apparent that the Coalition would deal with Palmer rather than simply try to monster him, his eagerness to play backroom negotiator began to undermine his image as an anti-political crusader. As the PUP’s poll numbers fell, the constant hostile media barrage suddenly seemed to have an impact. Finally, fearing their own premature political mortality if they tagged along with their leader’s increasingly cuddly approach to the government, Jacqui Lambie and Ricky Muir pulled away, with the Tasmanian senator opting for an open split.
Because Guy is entranced by the virtues of the Clive Palmer he has constructed in his mind, he misses why, even by the time he filed his essay on 1 November, the writing was on the wall for the PUP, with its poor polling and mounting internal problems. As Kevin Rudd’s ignominious demise in 2010 demonstrated, those who fail to deliver on implicit promises to shake up a reviled political system quickly fall foul of the voters. It is too soon to tell whether voters have passed a final judgment on Palmer as their representative contra the political class. But either way, the mood that he was able to tap into shows no sign of dissipating.
Across much of the Western world, this mood has become the new normal. It has meant rising anxiety for political classes as they seek ways to manage their populations without even the appearance of looking after people’s social interests. Perhaps the most spectacular example of this has been in Spain, where millions were involved in the explicitly anti-political 15-M social movement, and where the recently formed Podemos party – which campaigns on the basis of expelling the entire “political caste” – leads some national polls. Things are nowhere near as acute in Australia, but chronic political turmoil has provoked growing concern among elites that the country may become ungovernable should a serious reform program need to be undertaken. This breakdown, more profound than Guy’s shallow reading of a temporarily unresponsive political process, is what made possible Palmer’s rise.
Tad Tietze
CLIVOSAURUS
Correspondence
Two-thirds of Australian adults didn’t vote for Tony Abbott. Democracy doesn’t work the way we are told it does, and the conservatives who oppose virtually all constitutional change rage against senators for doing exactly what the framers of the constitution envisaged they would do.
In his illuminating analysis of the history and politics of Clive Palmer, Guy Rundle made none of the above points. But by placing his analysis of the leader of the Palmer United Party (PUP) within a broader analysis of the Australian body politic, Rundle’s essay forces us to look carefully not just at Clive Palmer, but at the performance of our parliamentary democracy in its totality.
Rundle sets himself apart from the pack with his premise that Clive Palmer is an inevitable consequence of the strains our democratic system is under, rather than the cause of those strains. That is, rather than lay the blame for the “chaos” of the current parliament at the feet of the billionaire who “bought his way into parliament,” Rundle instead points the finger at the caste of political insiders whom he sees as so removed from the concerns of ordinary Australians that they are unable to comprehend, let alone respond to, the electoral appeal of Clive Palmer, Nick Xenophon, the Greens or the growing number of independents who find themselves in state and federal parliaments. Rundle brings an outsider’s eye to the insider game of political commentary, and he observes that our democratic emperors are not only stark naked, but in poor health as well.
The clearest evidence that Australia’s democracy is ailing is the fact that in a country with so-called “compulsory” voting, at the 2013 election only 75 per cent of adult Australians cast a valid vote. There are 2.3 million voting-age Australians who are not enrolled to vote (some being residents who never registered for full citizenship, others full citizens who just never registered), a further 1 million who are registered but didn’t bother to show up, and a further 800,000 who voted informally. All up, the 4.1 million adults who cast no valid vote is neck and neck with the 4.3 million who voted for the ALP and is fast closing in on the votes cast for the Coalition.
When you combine those who didn’t vote for Tony Abbott’s Coalition government with those who didn’t vote at all, it becomes obvious why it is so hard to find someone who is enthusiastic about the Abbott government’s “mandate.” Fully two-thirds of adult Australians did not vote for his government at the 2013 election. If the disenfranchised voters of Australia could be bothered forming a political party, it would be a major party.
The accusation that modern politicians are “poll-driven” is now so common that it barely receives examination. Why then, given that 90 per cent of Australians support a ban on junk-food advertising during children’s viewing hours, does neither of our major parties support such a ban? Shouldn’t poll-driven politicians jump on the opportunity to do something that would cost the budget nothing, save the health budget a fortune and make so many voters happy? No chance.
Similarly, given that 99 per cent of Australians earn less than $300,000 per annum, why wouldn’t the major parties support reform of the tax system to raise revenue from the 1 per cent in order to fund services for the 99 per cent? Why wouldn’t the major parties chase votes promising to come down hard on rorting of superannuation and capital-gains tax concessions? Again, no chance.
In examining both the trajectory of Clive Palmer’s political life, and the environment in which he wields political power, Rundle’s essay sheds harsh light on the extent to which the established political parties have silently decided to agree on a wide range of issues. The voting public (and the non-voting public) are significantly more concerned with population growth, free trade agreements, corporate donations and the rise of corporate power in Australia than the leaders of the ALP and the Coalition.
But when neither the prime minister nor the Opposition leader will take an issue seriously, then it is a rare individual or non-government organisation that can manage to get the media to do so. Clive Palmer is one such individual.
While bipartisan political determination to ignore an issue might be enough to silence the media, it is not, however, sufficient to assuage community concern. Indeed, the harder the insiders work to stifle debate on big issues, the more they marginalise the political appeal of the once major parties. Put simply, the major parties’ control over what they talk about is not the same as control over what the public care about.
There is a straightforward economic explanation for the convergence of the ALP and the Coalition on many issues. In 1929 Harold Hotelling spelt out the “principle of minimum differentiation” in order to explain, among other things, why ice-cream vendors on a beach might cluster in the middle of the beach rather than spread out along it.
The principle goes like this: imagine a one-kilometre beach with two ice-cream vendors, each 333 metres from opposite ends. Assuming that sunbathers are evenly spread out along the beach, the vendors’ decision to position themselves in such a way ensures that both vendors will get 50 per cent market share, while minimising the distance that any beachgoer has to carry a melting ice-cream back to their kids.
Now imagine that the southern ice-cream van moves 50 metres closer to the centre of the beach. They will still be the closest to the sunbakers at the southern tip of the beach, but they will also pick up some new customers from the middle. Of course, the rational response of the northern ice-cream van is for it to start heading south, until – you guessed it – both vans wind up parked next to each other in the middle.
While it makes perfect sense for duopolists to cluster near each other, this means that the big players are always vulnerable to “new entrants” taking market share on their flanks. The coalition of the Liberals and the Nationals is specifically designed to manage such splintering on the right, while the ALP and the Greens are unwilling, or unable, to broker a similar deal to divvy up the “left” market and allocate the spoils. (Note: the Nationals, who poll 4 per cent of the primary vote, nominate the deputy prime minister when the Coalition is in government.)
As the major parties chase the same votes in the middle, it is inevitable that they will move further away from their bases. With compulsory preferential voting, however, political parties can do what ice-cream vendors only dream of: they can force people to take the long walk across hot sand to vote for them.
Rundle talks about the mutual benefit that incumbent political parties receive from designing electoral rules that help protect the political market from new entrants. Indeed, he describes the “triple lock” that helps entrench their political power and market share: compulsory voting, preferential voting and taxpayer funding of incumbent political parties.
Ice-cream vendors who get too far away from their customers run the risk that their customers will choose to go without rather than go on a long hike. Rundle rightly credits (blames) compulsory voting for forcing us to buy metaphorical ice-cream. But, as discussed above, a large and growing number of voters are opting out.
As Rundle makes clear, the media have, on the whole, missed both the decline in democratic participation and the steady rise in electoral support for minor parties and independents. Unlike much of the Canberra press gallery, Rundle analyses the emergence of Clive Palmer in the context of such trends and, in turn, draws more interesting conclusions about both the strategy and prospects of the PUP than those whose analysis of the crossbench starts from the premise that the PUP are illegitimate self-promoters who have simply “gamed the system.”
There are some good reasons for gallery journalists to focus on the priorities of the prime minister and the Opposition leader and to pay less attention to the motivations and strategies of the crossbench. The constitutional power of prime ministers, for example, is in no way limited by the proportion of the electorate that voted for them. Similarly, when there is no chance of parliament debating junk-food advertising or population growth, it is understandable that political reporters don’t bother discussing such issues.
The problem arises, however, when political commentators conflate the set of issues the major parties are willing to discuss with the set of issues of interest to newspaper readers and the population more generally. Experienced gallery journalists simply “know” that population growth, for example, is a “non-issue.” Significantly, however, this knowledge comes not from a careful examination of the concerns of voters, but from a long history of watching senior politicians ignore the issue.
Pauline Hanson provided an explosive example of what can happen when an independent decides to give political voice to an issue the major parties had decided not to discuss. The rise of far-right parties in Europe since the global financial crisis provides a range of examples of what happens when the public thinks that the major parties of Europe are determined to limit the problems that are up for discussion or limit the range of solutions that warrant consideration. Again, stifling debate in the parliament should not be confused, by politicians or journalists, with winning a debate in the community.
The Australian Senate was explicitly designed by the authors of our constitution to act as a check on the power of the government of the day. It was specifically designed to ensure that the smaller states were overrepresented, and it was specifically given the power to block not just legislation, but the passage of money bills. Malcolm Fraser’s Liberal Party famously used all of those powers not merely to obstruct, but to destroy the Whitlam government. Presumably, such use of Senate powers was “OK” because it was a major party that used them, and a “conservative” major party at that.
For decades, independents and minor parties have used the Senate not just to block legislation, but to scrutinise government performance, to amend legislation and to give voice to issues that governments would prefer not to discuss. Unlike Fraser’s Liberals, if crossbench senators use their constitutional power to vote down legislation, they are typically accused of “wrecking” things and causing “chaos,” rather than simply doing their job. Do conservative commentators and business groups really want taxpayers to spend hundreds of millions of dollars electing and supporting senators who rubber-stamp whatever governments, including ALP governments, want to do?
There is now widespread support for reform of the way senators are elected, but why stop there? Why not inquire into why so many people no longer vote? Why not inquire into what, if anything, the Australian Electoral Commission is doing to find millions of non-voters and remind them of their obligations? Why not survey the non-voters to ask them what would be required to draw them back into our body politic? Why not have a Senate inquiry into the state of our democracy? The political caste would hate it.
In The Usual Suspects, Kevin Spacey’s character said the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was to convince the world he didn’t exist. The greatest trick that Rundle’s political caste has played is to convince the public that politics is boring and policy is something made by experts.
While some politicians can be boring, politics isn’t. In a democracy, politics is how fights between powerful (and not so powerful) players are settled. Anyone who tells you politics is boring either isn’t watching closely, or doesn’t want you to watch at all.
Richard Denniss
Note: I was described in Rundle’s essay as a former chief-of-staff to Greens leader Christine Milne; I was not. I was chief-of-staff to Senator Natasha Stott Despoja when she was leader of the Australian Democrats, and strategy adviser to the then leader of the Greens, Senator Bob Brown.
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