Congratulations to the Iraqi nation. In the face of extreme intimidation Iraqis turned out in numbers that would have been considered to be satisfactory even in well-established democracies like the US. There was never any real doubt that voters would turn out, but there is nothing like confirmation. And there was always a question of how many of them would turn out.
While it wasn’t 72% as The Australian claims, (Iraqi officials according to AAP and AFP aren’t able to say what percentage has voted) it appears to have been satisfactory. AAP (published in The Age) makes special mention of 400 who voted in Tikrit, the home town of Saddam Hussein. You’d have to think these were the bravest of the brave.
AFP, published in The Daily Star, a Lebanese English language daily, quotes 32 year old Samir Hassan, who lost his leg in a car bomb attack last October as saying “I would have crawled here if I had to. I don’t want terrorists to kill other Iraqis like they tried to kill me. Today I am voting for peace.”
This naked defiance by millions of Iraqi civilians may have done more than the US military to make Iraq a peaceful and democratic country. But then, without the military, it wouldn’t have happened at all.
January 31, 2005 | Graham
Good morning Iraq
January 30, 2005 | Graham
Worst of the worst
“Worst of the worst?” was the title of a Four Corners investigation into Mamdouh Habib on 20th July, 2004.
Anyone wanting to weigh into the debate about his detention and then lack of trial ought to read the transcript. In showing that he wasn’t the worst of the worst the programme still demonstrated he was working hard to recruit jihadists, if without success.
I’ve always thought that David Hicks has been hardly done by and I will be following his trial closely. Seems to me like he was an adventurer who ended up in the wrong war in the wrong country at the wrong time – Beau Brummel in a parallel universe. It’s not a crime to accidentally find yourself fighting against your own country.
As for Habib, if I were the Australian government I’d have him under close surveillance too. I certainly wouldn’t stand with Bob Brown who said:
He says Mr Habib is now a free man and should not be under watch.
“Mr Ruddock’s talk about constant surveillance is to try to continue the presumption of guilt rather than innocence under the law,” Senator Brown said.
“It’s this reversal of law and Australian standards by Mr Ruddock and Mr Howard that we need to keep under surveillance.”
The absurdity of this statement is highlighted by the AVO slapped on Jamie Fawcett and Ben McDonald by Nicole Kidman on the basis that they “might” be charged with “menacing driving” (whatever the hell that is). Allegedly threaten our Nic and anything’s OK, but involve yourself in terrorism, and the enforcement agencies are not even entitled to be vigilant. Imagine how much more crime would be committed if the police were only permitted to survey suspects after they had been convicted! We’re not talking Queensland Special Branch here, keeping files on ALP and Civil Liberties activists (not to mention some parliamentary members of the Liberal Party). That was absurd, but this is commonsense.
Of course, if Habib’s allegations of being tortured can be proven, that is another thing. Undoubtedly the evidence will be hard, if not impossible, to gather, so they probably can’t be proven, but who will believe the Yanks innocent? In Australia these days, balance of the doubt only appears to cut one way – in some quarters there is no doubt who the worst of the worst really is.
[BTW, I notice Trevor Cook at From the sidelines has an entirely different take, but Michelle Grattan and I appear to be on much the same wavelength.]
January 28, 2005 | Graham
Sophie’s choice the best
As I predicted soon after last election – Howard government control of the Senate is likely to lead to more intra-Liberal Party activism than in previous parliaments (certainly any in the ’90s). One sign of that is the newly formed Backbench Tax/Welfare reform group co-chaired by Victorians Sophie Panopoulos and Mitch Fifield. But what does the group stand for?
In an article first published in The Australian and republished here in On Line Opinion Sophie Panopolous argues that we need to index taxation and increase the tax-free threshold. This would solve bracket creep, which she sees as a real problem, and ease the financial incentives against the welfare-to-work transition.
Yesterday, in The Australian another co-chair, Mitch Fifield argues that indexation is a waste of time and we should be reducing the top rates of tax while leaving the tax free threshold alone. Both Mitch and Sophie appear to agree that, whatever else, the government ought to be using some of its surplus to hand money back to taxpayers rather than spending it on programmes targetted at specific groups.
In the meantime, Treasurer Peter Costello, presumably not being keen to hand back any money directly to taxpayers, and having been in the business longer than the other two, is advancing his own taxation scheme – to simplify the provisions of the Tax Act and base them on principles rather than black letter law.
I’m not sure that I like the Treasurer’s approach. I suspect that all that will happen is that the complexities of the tax act will migrate from the act itself into myriads of court appeals and tax office rulings which will be even less accessible and more voluminous.
I can sympathise with Fifield (although he seems overly obsessed with people earning more than $80,000 per annum), but I’m right on board with Sophie. The “Uptown Girl” as she has been dubbed by Crikey! is looking after the down-trodden, and not only is that good social policy, it’s good economics. Turning welfare recipients into earners saves costs and increases income. I wouldn’t be surprised if the net result was that a few years after implementing Sophie’s policies there were enough additional tax revenue to cut top marginal rates as well.
January 27, 2005 | Graham
Physician heal thyself.
Roman Catholicism has a problem – too many churches and not enough priests. In Australia this is normally put down to the presumed fact that a celibate lifestyle is no longer attractive, leading to a shortage of candidates for consecration to a celibate clergy. This was certainly the theme of a discussion on Radio National Breakfast this morning.
It may be part of the explanation, but by fixating on it I think Australian Catholics (and perhaps Christians more generally) say more about their own agendas than about the real underlying causes of this problem, as well as many others that face the whole western Christian Church. Discussion about the shortage of priests inevitably leads on to whether it is time to do away with celibacy, and also whether it is time to ordain women.
While both these issues are important, I can’t help but think that the lack of priests is being used to push agendas that would have been pushed even if there were enough priests to go around.
I accept that in this day and age celibacy is less attractive than in previous ages, but if that were the whole story, then denominations which allow priests or ministers to marry, would have plenty of candidates for the ministry. But at least as far as the Australian Anglican and mainstream protestant churches are concerned, this is not the case. This is even more startling when one considers that most of these ordain women as well as men, so have a pool twice the size as the Romans to draw from.
From where I stand the real reason for the lack of priests and ministers in all Churches is that Christianity has failed to come up with a satisfactory and sophisticated response to the scientific world-view. The result of this is that many of us sitting in the pews on a Sunday regard the bible as being a collection of instructive stories, but without the authentic ring of physically verifiable truth. Who really believes in the virgin birth, or a physical resurrection? Can God really answer prayer?
Without belief in these things, how can any of us develop such a passion for our religion that we would take up a religious vocation? Worse still, at least half the church doesn’t even see the problem, so there is no systemic grappling with these issues. The discussion on RN this morning is yet another part of this denial. Celibate priests is the least of the problems of the church, but that is the one being discussed, because at least one can propose a simple solution to it.
It’s good to see Stephen Crittenden the current presenter of the Religion Report, who is temporarily presenting RN Breakfast, bringing discussion of religion into a mainstream current affairs programme. While in the census most of us say we belong to some Christian denomination or another discussion of religion is generally relegated to a few religiously branded programmes. And then there is the anti-clericalism that rears its head whenever one of the Jensen brothers, or Cardinal Pell, or a born-again pastor makes a fundamentalist pitch.
Whether we recognise it or not, most of us draw many of our gut reactions from some religious tradition or another. Relegating discussion of religion to the periphery makes us less aware of what drives those reactions. For example, any discussion of the social welfare lobby in this country is lop-sided if it doesn’t include a working knowledge of Catholic Social Justice doctrines. Next time you hear a welfare lobby spokesman, note the surname, there’s a good chance they will have Irish Catholic antecedents.
On Line Opinion determined that religion (as well as atheism) would be one of the things that we would cover. Peter Sellick, our regular contributor valiantly grapples with some of these theological issues. I wish the Church more generally would too. If it doesn’t it may give a sharper edge to the concept of the “priesthood of all believers”.
Without priests and ministers, it will certainly be a case of “physician heal thyself”.
January 25, 2005 | Graham
Cleaning up the Labor house
The last fortnight’s shennanigans show just why Mark Latham won the Labor leadership in the first place, and why federal Labor is likely to continue to lose elections.
Mark Latham was a supporter of On Line Opinion from an early stage, and one of the few Members of Parliament with any intellectual depth. He seemed to like ideas, and the bigger the better. For most politicians this is a flaw, and so it proved for Mark. Ideas weren’t enough to rescue the ALP from the bind in which it finds itself.
For Latham to have been able to win the last election he needed to do two things – one was to get his party to co-operate with him, and the other to get John Howard to do the same. In the end neither happened.
The problem for Labor is that it needs to reinvent itself, but there is nothing that it can reinvent itself to be which would be electorally more popular than it already is. Latham’s insight that Labor had to target aspirational voters was right, but to target this group he had to do two things. The first was to force the ALP to move convincingly to the right of the spectrum, just as Tony Blair did with UK Labour. The second was to prise aspirational voters free from John Howard.
In the end Latham appeared to lack conviction in his own platform and ideas, so surrendered to vested interests in his own party, like the anti-logging , the anti-private school and pro-free and universal health lobbies. Labor didn’t move to the right, he moved to the left. This abandonment of his positions reinforced electoral perceptions that Labor stood for nothing more than creeping into government, making his second task of regaining voters impossible.
And even if he had moved Labor to the right, he would still have needed Howard to abandon the centre to him for the gambit to work. Instead, Howard stayed there, and threw money at anyone whose vote he needed to win. Governments really do lose elections, and Howard knows that, so anyone leading Labor was going to have a hard time.
That doesn’t excuse Labor from trying to win elections, so this isn’t an excuse for staying as they are.
The reason that Latham couldn’t change his party is the reason that his party is in trouble. It doesn’t really want to change, and even if it did, it can’t agree on what it might change to, nor does it have a sufficiently competent and persuasive potential leader to guide it through. At the same time it knows that it can’t stay where it is. So the original election of Latham to leader by one vote was a fitting expression of this dilemma. While Beazley as the past was untenable, Latham, as the future, was only marginally better.
Without Latham there appears to be no future, not if Gillard and Rudd are the only two candidates. The last week and a half of shennanigans show that neither have the intellectual or political depth to do anything but perpetuate what is already there, and if its perpetuation you want, then Buddha Beazley is as close to Nirvana as you are likely to get.
That neither Gillard or Rudd are politically astute is demonstrated by the ham-fisted way that they have handled the nomination process. They should both have known from the outset that they didn’t have enough support, so running should not have been an option for either of them. Good politicians instinctively know when they are in with a show, and you shouldn’t need to count if you have less than a quarter of caucus votes in your pile.
If Rudd is a little innumerate and slow, then he could have used his visit to Indonesia as a cover while other people did a quick count, but there is no excuse for coming back to Australia and then doing the counting yourself. His remark “I’ve got a field marshal’s baton in the backpack,” Mr Rudd said. “It’s just that the season is not right to take it out,” will haunt him. It undermines his statement of support for Beazley because it says “I am only with you as long as I don’t have the numbers.” It undermines his own position because it says “All I am interested in is being Prime Minister”. Rudd, a pracitising Anglican, should know that “he would be first shall be last”. It’s certainly the way electors tend to judge politicians.
Gillard is in even a worse position. Not only can’t she count, but she doesn’t even have a significant track record. Much of the commentary about her candidacy has centred on whether a childless unmarried woman from the left is electable as Prime Minister. This has been criticised as being a bigotted and parochial criticism. Instead it is just nonsense. For the right unmarried childless left-wing woman, these would not be issues. There would be other things to write about, such as her past achievements – her successful advocacies and manouevrings. That Gillard is not the right woman is demonstrated by the fact that apart from the personal, the only policy position she has held that the media think worth commenting on is Medicare Gold!
As Kevin Rudd told The Age:
“We need to patch this up straight away in order to lift ourselves out of the muck and become a viable alternative government for this country,” he said, echoing a familiar chorus since Labor lost the October 2004 election. “This country deserves better than we are currently delivering.”
Unfortunately, at this rate they are going to have to bring in contract cleaners from outside because all of the kids are making a mess of the inside.
January 14, 2005 | Ronda Jambe
Impressions of Venice Beach
Last year was the first time I’d overnighted there. My previous visits were long ago and blurred by their brevity. I recalled the body builders, the colorful murals, the hippie grunge and the biggest of the sidewalk cafés.
This time was different. Traveling with a grown up son, rather than excitable children, changes the dynamics considerably. Less pressure, time to wander on my own. And staying at the Cadillac Hotel, right on the beach, made it easy to step into the scenery and blend with the locals. That’s where the discoveries began.
We arrived at a ridiculous hour, about 3 hours before dawn. Nothing was possible except napping in the hotel lobby, admiring the lobster mosaic on the floor while waiting for a coffee shop to open and our room to be available. As I’d recently started to learn mosaics, Venice turned out to be a rich source of inspiration. Better than murals, the walls opposite the hotel combined paint and mirror inlays. As the night faded, they became a colourful backdrop for the people that gradually gathered, as I watched from our room above. It was like the visual overture of a musical, shop keeper sweeping, setting out tables and chairs, a lone bike rider weaving in and out of view. Later I spoke to the cyclist; he turned out to be a burned out computer game developer. He’d turned away from the stress, was enjoying a quieter, healthier life. His preoccuption with health products was probably a good idea, given the tobacco stains on his fingers.
As templates for lifestyles, the patterns were familiar, but the volume seemed turned up. The hippy atmosphere and grunge were still there, but this time I could see it interacting with layers of affluence. A short stroll away I found the Santa Monica Gallery, where I stopped to see an outdoor mosaic and tile exhibition, gliding casually inside the display area without dropping the fiver they expected for entry, ever mindful of the pitiful value of the Australian dollar. The prices indicated serious collectors were around. Inside the gallery, a very nice range of paintings told some of the local history. Santa Monica has been through a few epochs, and is one of many places in California that makes me feel at least 100 years too young. The paintings had the rich plainness of a less busy, more hopeful age, a comforting feeling I’ve almost lost in Australia, but still get in New Zealand. An elderly volunteer, hearing my accent, asked with a wink if I had seen any celebrities yet in Hollywood, then tapped gently on my arm to show me one. There she was, in the flesh as she was in the movie I’d seen just a few weeks ago. Even celebs like to see local art and craft. And the restaurants, shops and cafes parallel to the beach strip were clearly haunts for people with more money than the fringe dwellers who unpacked their swags each evening across from the Cadillac.
In LA every aspect of life and culture is influenced by the movie industry. Even my son managed to pick up a TV producer. She thought it quaint that he should want to call his mum and by time he finally rang the next morning I was bordering on hysteria. I told him he can do his sex tourism on his own from now on. Time for cutting some strings, and cutting myself some slack. But I couldn’t help but be amused when he pulled out a trophy photo pinched from her fridge door as proof for his friends back in Canberra. An attractive happy looking woman in her mid-30s.
A vigorous massage from a Chinese guy that looked and sounded like Shrek helped to ease my tensions. I reflected that I was glad I didn’t miss my own days of wandering, and also that I hadn’t been traveling with my mother at 21. Even the massage parlour was more intense than an Australian equivalent. Documents to sign, legalities to observe, conditions apply, payment up front, etc.
Back on the beach things were more laid back. A young shop girl was playing a new Sade CD, and she didn’t even know about Smooth Operator. That reminded me of my own epoch and cultural time zone. At the start of the 70s I nearly became an LA woman, a missed chance to maybe make it with Jim Morrison. On Venice some elements of hippie culture, like Nehru shirts and gathered cheesecloth skirts, have become standards. Other dimensions, like the wonderful paths for pedestrians, bikes and bladers, took on fresh relevance. Venice Beach got that part of urban planning 5 star right, decades before Cairns put in its Esplanade. No road on the beach, keep it for people. My greenie soul pocketed that wisdom for evangelizing in Moruya on the New South Wales coast, where a fledgling bicycle path struggles for funding. I will show them my pictures looking down on the misty path with perfectly placed walkers, skaters and cyclers. If only images could capture the smell of the fresh sea mingled with brewing coffee, just at dawn.
While my son was out adventuring, I was taking in the air and the music at an outdoor bar near the Cadillac. Soon got talking to residents, mellow to a fault, easy going, savvy and having politically correct fun. Fellow liberals, always good to have my beliefs affirmed in the land of free enterprise and rational torture. But then, I’m just another bi-coastal expatriate, prefer sticking to the red states rather than my guns.
It was easy, too, to talk to the drifters hanging around the little knolls and benches at dusk. Some were setting up sleeping bags, others getting ready for a smoke and a jam session. One said he comes by to see if anyone he knew before was still around. He used to be homeless, fell into it through cascading errors of fate or judgment, can’t remember his specifics. But he fell out of it again, climbed his way into a decent job, seemed relieved to have scaled that summit. I felt a pang of hope for my older son. The former games designer also voiced contentment, but seemed to have seen better times. A skinny woman, also eager to tell her story, swore solidly about the bastard guy who’d stolen from her, turned her life upside down, left her with nothing but debts. I almost pitched in on the chorus with my own saga. She too looked a bit haunted, we both know you can’t outrun your past.
The mix of the down trodden and the recently reprieved, along with the blend of happier types who will never tred there, kept the stew of hope on simmer. We may be forced to sleep on the beach now, but we get by, and next year you may find a place here with us. So be nice. It made for great tolerance of those on the outer. Besides, the boundaries are too fuzzy. Lots of semi-survivors frequented the handy grocery shop across the lane from the Cadillac. And who’s to say they are any less functional, or in worse psychic shape than me or you? Their side-wise glances told me not to pity them or feel smug. Maybe I should dress better.
Muscle Beach was still fun. Does someone pay the puny white guy to act as a foil to the gorgeous bulgy blacks? It could have been a tableau from a comedy skit, including me among the women drooling from the bleachers. Was it my memory playing tricks, or was there a smaller proportion of gorgeous people strutting gliding and chatting? Freaks still abound, but it seemed a more middle aged core of strollers than I recall. Maybe the demographic has changed.
One evening I wandered into a modest gallery, it had a funky look and the glow of lights and a small crowd inside seemed inviting, as did the prospect of free food and drinks. It was a launch, an opening, a display of work by a homeless guy. His death gave a purpose to the gathering that his art work alone wouldn’t have summoned. Like many of the drifters, he had mental problems. But the testimonies from those who knew him or befriended him or had only just encountered him fleetingly told a bigger story. There was real humanity in the room, an understanding of the deep waters chance can capsize any of us into. One attractive couple from New York spoke of their time on the streets. Clearly they hadn’t done it rough for a while, but they were reverent about their deceased friend. My own curiosity, a stranger without real reason for joining, was accepted without question. The presence of another scholar, preparing a book on Venice, was a legitimate rather than a voyeuristic dimension. He answered my questions about Venice’s history, how it had evolved. Being by the beach was not always the first choice of the rich, and it’s good karma that they continue to share it with the poor. The long strip of pathway, stretching to the Santa Monica pier, reinforces a theme that to me underpins Venice: this much is for all of us, status dissolves here in the ocean spray and its thunder absolves.
Other images and conversations fleshed out my too brief visit to Venice. There was an English working traveler at the hotel reception, knowledgable about the district and preparing to move on to another point of exploration. As the evening light softened, other voyagers displayed pride, against all the odds, as they settled their blankets into cosy huddles for the night. For whatever length of time, for whatever reason, their lives were at least temporarily locked into this place and its people. As we packed ourselves and baggage into the airport transit van, off to our next world, wondering when we might return, I silently wished them well.
January 12, 2005 | Graham
Tsunami relief – tiptoeing across the waters
Abu Bakar Bashir, spiritual head of Jemaah Islamiyah is being more honest, and more strategic, than Jamie Isbister, project manager with Catholic welfare agency Caritas, or Father Chris Riley, head of Youth off the Streets.
Bashir says that “he is losing the battle for the hearts and minds of Aceh’s tsunami survivors because of the humanitarian assistance from Australian and US military forces”.
Isbister and Riley say that Christian aid workers will not be seeking to convert Indonesians to Christianity. In truth both western secular and religious aid efforts are at least in part attempts to proselytise. That their primary intent is to help, not to preach, makes them even more potent.
Christians are called upon to bear witness to Christ. That doesn’t necessarily mean preaching the gospel to people, but showing the Christian way in how they live their lives. If Christian aid workers go to Aceh, they will be witnessing, and the result of their witness will be some converts. Isbister and Riley are being jesuitical – their workers may not be bearing the bible, but they will be bearing habits and attitudes to life that are antithetical to those that Bashir represents.
Radical Islamists attempt to define their struggle in religious terms. If they don’t, then they will most probably lose. If the battle is baldly defined as being between free and open societies, and totalitarian and closed ones, then how many will freely rally to their cause?
Yet part of what defines the nature of our western societies is our Christian heritage. Even though we are secular societies those Christian values are deeply embedded in our habits and attitudes. So in a way, the Islamists are right – modernity, the state against which they really fight, is partly a religious product, so the battle is partly religious.
And they are wrong as it is also secular. Hence the “witness” of our military forces will probably be more potent than the Christian aid workers’. Not only will they be more visible and numerous, but it demonstrates that this is not a battle of religions, but of views of the nature of man. That these views come not just from our secular heritage such as Athenian Greece, but also from our Christian heritage as embodied in the parable of the Good Samaritan, will merely rub salt into the wounds for Abu Bakar Bashir.
It also demonstrates that our best defence against radical Islam is not with gun in hand, but just by being ourselves – no need to preach, or attack, just to be.
January 06, 2005 | Graham
Sharks in the Tsunami
I’ve avoided writing about the Indian Ocean Tsunami so far. Mostly out of respect. Respect for those who died. Respect for their relatives who grieve. Respect for the existential pitilessness of nature. Time for analysis and comment comes, but not immediately.
Others have not been so respectful, and as the water recedes it becomes time to prod and poke again as the shysters and exploiters start to ply their trades.
First (and mildest) mention goes to the Federal Government. This press release boasts about the “$1 billion” we are contributing to reconstruction in Indonesia. In fact, the contribution is much less than this. There is $500 million of aid (a large proportion of which may well be spent with Australian firms), and there is $500 million of soft loans. The correct way of calculatiing the total is not to add the two figures together, but to take the first $500 million and add to it the interest foregone on the second $500 million.
Presumably the $1 billion figure was picked as a public relations ploy in line with the “law of large round numbers”, but why not stick with the truth? Our contribution without the fiddling is still outstanding.
Second mention goes to Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth. It is inevitable that advocates will be hooking their own bandwagons onto the Tsunami – it’s all that people want to talk about at the moment. Peter McMahon and Peter Sellick have both used it to write about greenhouse and religion respectively. The executive director of Greenpeace UK told The Independent “No one can ignore the relentless increase in extreme weather events and so-called natural disasters, which in reality are no more natural than a plastic Christmas tree,” while Friends of the Earth Director Tony Juniper was quoted as saying “Here again are yet more events in the real world that are consistent with climate change predictions.”
But the “most shameless panhandling” award goes to the Nigerian email scam fraudsters. Consider the following gem from “Mr. Ram-Kisha Narayan”, a Sri-Lankan caught up in the tragedy who has already clubbed together with the half of his village still living to aquire access to the Internet and a dutch bank account so he could send emails to millions around the world asking for philanthropy!
Dear Sir/Madam,
I am Mr. Ram-Kisha Narayan from KALUTARA province in SRI LANKA. I am a Fisher Man, Married with four Children. I lost my Wife, Three Children, my House and my Fisher Boat which is a means of our livelihood and survival. More than half of my village has been washed away by Flood-Waters caused by Tsunami Quake and have caused unimaginable lost of lifes and properties.
I am writing with deep sorrow and heart pain appealing for Financial Assistance from you, on behalf of myself, my only surviving child and many of the Victims. We know individualy, it will take many years if at all to overcome this tragedy, but coming together as a group will be much easier. So we, group of Fishers in Kalutara Village came together as Co-operative union to fight a common cause.
We the people of Kalutara province and the Nation of Sri Lanka are very grateful for the support received so far from People of goodwill all over the world, but for the magnitude of the destructions of infrastructures, lost of livelihood and the amount of affected Victims, that is why we as group are asking for more assistance. The fund reased will be used most importanly to buy Fisher Boat(s) or repair some of our damaged Boats to be able to return to nomal life and also to master Our future.
Please Channel Your Donations to:
Name: K, Alodewou (Tsunami)
Acc. Nr.: 9257901
Bank: Postbank,Groningen Netherland
Thank you and may God bless you. We need your support and your prayers.
Yours Sincerely,
Ram-Kisha Narayan.