Showing posts with label the australian moment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the australian moment. Show all posts

Tuesday, 21 October 2014

Farewell Gough Whitlam (1916 - 2014)



Folks,

I was truly saddened by the death of former Australian Prime Minister Gough Whitlam yesterday morning. His extraordinary social agenda (universal health care and education), foreign policies (establishing diplomatic ties with China and abolishing conscription - thereby Australia's involvement in the Vietnam mire) and his recognition of Australian Aboriginal land rights ensure he will forever loom large in our country's political consciousness.

Here's a little something from 1969:

“When government makes opportunities for any of the citizens, it makes them for all the citizens. We are all diminished as citizens when any of us are poor. Poverty is a national waste as well as individual waste. We are all diminished when any of us are denied proper education. The nation is the poorer – a poorer economy, a poorer civilisation, because of this human and national waste.”

Remember, he burst on the scene in the late 1960s. Think about that for a minute.

He was a big man with a big voice, a big brain and a big vision. I love the fact that Gore Vidal thought he was our 'most intelligent Australian'. He was an unapologetic agnostic - a 'post-Christian' - (try selling American voters on the idea of a non-Christian, non-believing Head of State). He polarised people. To this day, you drop his name at a dinner party at your peril. If you're kindred spirits, there's nothing like the click of shared infatuation.

Which is why there's not a better time to buy, borrow or steal a copy of George Megalogenis' The Australian Moment, a fantastic political, social and economic history of Australia's last 40 years, essentially starting with the Whitlam years.

For people younger than me who struggle to understand why Gough Whitlam is such a polarising figure, this book sheds much-needed light (and startling objectivity) on the policies, people and power-shifts of Whitlam's tumultuous time in office. It smacks our collective - selective - memories in the face. Hard. Really fucking hard.

Get it, read it.

In the meantime, enjoy this one brilliantly witty rejoinder from the Big Man himself, upon being harangued by a pain-in-the-arse voter who wanted to know his position on abortion:

“Let me make quite clear that I am for abortion and, in your case Sir, we should make it retrospective.”

Gold.

RIP.

Thursday, 28 June 2012

Stalking George. The Australian's Megamind.


With the demise of Fairfax's print-based media, the opprobrium being heaped on Gina Rinehart for her tilt at its board and the general whiff of sleaze emanating from the inquiry into phone hacking by News Ltd's tabloids, you'd be forgiven for thinking journalism of the old-fashioned well-written, print-based, long-form kind is on the way out. Add to this the rise of social media, blogs, e-zines, RSS feeds and assorted other electronic-based communications, a great deal of the content of which is (with a few noticeable exceptions) shrill, unreliable, conspiracy-driven, poorly researched and written, it's easy to be left wondering - where have all the good (Aussie) journos gone?

Don't despair. We have some good ones in Australia. Big picture thinkers and analytical essayists like Laura Tingle, Lenore Taylor, Brian Toohey, and Shaun Carney to name but a few. But none hold a candle to the inestimable George Megalogenis, senior writer for News Ltd's The Australian, author and moderator of the news blog Meganomics, and author of three of the most lucid, clear-eyed and impartial books (plus one extended essay) ever written about the nexus between Australia's major economic reforms and the collective impact of these on Australian society and identity.

Billed as The Australian's resident nit-picker, George Megalogenis is my favourite journalist for the single fact that although I have been following his work religiously for five years, have stalked him at almost every public appearance he's ever made and hung on his every word when he's been on ABC TV's Insiders, I have absolutely no way of ideologically pigeon-holing him. He is a Richmond supporter - read “tragic” - a music and cricket buff, the forty-something son of Greek migrants and a very handsome, very tall man with a beautiful speaking voice. 

That's all I know for certain.

Unlike culture warriors Andrew Bolt, David Marr, Miranda Devine or Robert Manne, George Megalogenis is a truly impartial, non-partisan observer of Australia's economy and cultural identity. This makes him an enigma. It is a measure of how well-regarded he is by both political camps that upon its publication The Longest Decade was launched by both Paul Keating (then ex-PM) and John Howard (then current-PM), and its re-issue by Kevin Rudd (then and now - all-purpose fuckwit).

In his books and articles and blogs, he does not start with an ideological or moral assertion and then cherry-pick the facts to bolster his argument. Like a good economics graduate with a sturdy grasp of both the micro- and macro- and a thirst for facts, George Megalogenis is first and foremost a data miner. He digs and he sifts through the numbers, looking for meaning and the stories they contain. He looks carefully at decades’ worth of Census population data, polls, focus group responses, immigration data and all the hard core figures that come out of Treasury. As fellow journalist Annabel Crabb says about Megalogenis, ‘George, you have a beautiful mind.’

Faultlines, as the title suggests, looks at the source of our divisions and contradictions as a society. Our fissures are not based on the old divisions of Right vs Left, but rather, Old vs New Australia, City vs Bush, Inner City vs everyone else. He coins the term Generation W. "Women and wogs" a demographic largely unnoticed by others, but one which he identifies as a group deserving special attention – the people who have both driven and benefited from the reform era and who are best placed to enjoy the society it has created – unlike the other Generation W which deregulation has left behind – Whitebread and on Welfare. You know, Pauline Hanson's people.

In Faultlines, George surveys a cohort of Gen Xs who'd graduated from Ringwood High in the late eighties - gauging the attitudes of residents of Australia's most marginal electoral seat Deakin. The variety of experience, expectations, political opinion and lifestyle choice expressed in this group paints a far more interesting, complex and muddy picture of Australian society than politicians who love a bit of wedge politics and the shrill, lazy dolts and poltroons of the screeching media would want us to believe.

In The Longest Decade, a book I have foisted on various family and friends, he examines the deregulation era under Bob Hawke and Paul Keating and John Howard. Tampa, the children overboard affair, Hansonism, the GST, the baby-bonus, Victoria's Kennett era and Generation W all come under George's relentlessly clear-eyed scrutiny. He challenges our memories of that time because he has at his disposal the results, the facts and the figures of deregulation.

His Quarterly Essay - Trivial Pursuit - examines and skewers the 24 hour news spin cycle and the decline in the national conversation between politicians and voters. 

The Australian Moment is a broad-brush canvas of Australia's reforms, starting with Gough Whitlam's golden ascendancy and spectacular demise (mirrored in Kevin Rudd some thirty years later), Malcolm Fraser's inertia and the Hawke-Keating reform era which, as far as George is concerned more or less ended with John Howard.

In short, George Megalogenis is no culture warrior. Though he sees modern Australia through the prism of the Greek-Australian migrant experience, he is first and foremost a numbers cruncher, a recogniser of patterns, an analyst and story-teller beholden to no one opinion-shaper, even through Rupert Murdoch pays his wages. He treats the reader with respect. He leaves you to make your own judgements.

And whilst he looks like a handsome, olive-skinned Thunderbird, you can be sure there is no Gerry Anderson pulling his strings.

Do yourself a favour and read him.

Tuesday, 13 March 2012

Work, life, bollocks. Why a day off work is no fun on your own...

Today is the day after the Labour Day public holiday in Victoria, in the land of Oz, and like a true Aussie, I took an extra day of annual leave to stretch out the long weekend.

The weather forecast for today had been looking good for some days, so I planned a day trip to Portarlington, a sleepy little beachside suburb on the Bellarine Peninsula, around 80 minutes' drive from my home. The plan was this:

Leave the house early with Muddy while the sky is still a dark, greyish pink, stop for a breakfast of delicious bacon and eggs or berry pancakes at the Sailors' Rest cafe in Geelong, grab the newspapers (broadsheets only - natch), some takeaway coffees, then head to the beachfront and park the car right under the conifers. We would spend our day swimming, sunbaking, reading the papers, then grab some salty and greasy fish and chips washed down with Blue Heaven milkshakes, followed by more sunbaking and swimming, then drive home relaxed and relatively de-crankified (unless West Gate Freeway traffic was hellish...).

Well, Muddy had other plans, and was unable to join me on this little trip so I put a call out to a few people asking if they'd be willing to play hooky and take the day off from their family, work or study commitments to join me. Sadly, there were no takers.


Haters. Dusty haters. You know who you are...


...and if any of you loved me just a little bit, you'd have said 'yes'. More importantly, if any of you really cared about your own work, life, balance as so many of you profess to do, you'd have given the Man the finger and joined me on my little late Summer (really early Autumn) sojourn. 



10 Other Reasons why you should have joined me:

1. Because the drive on the West Gate Freeway was dead easy. The sky was blue and cloudless up high and the roads below were just as clear, the cars driven by mostly polite Zen maniacs.

2. Because I had Machine Gun Fellatio playing on the stereo, then Beastie Boys and Roxy Music.

3. Because I was having such a good time singing along on my own to my favourite naughty Jewish boys, that I missed the turn-off to Geelong city centre and was half way to the Great Ocean Road before I realised what I'd done (Hey Ladies, No Sleep Till Colac!!!) but I figured it out and got to Portarlington anyway.

4. Because the bacon, egg and cheese toastie and capuccino from the Portarlington Bakehouse were awesome.

5. Because the beach was deserted, save for the elderly Italian couple who kindly looked after my stuff when I went for a faux-Triathlon-style swim/splutter to the safety buoy and back.

6. Because the water was ice-cold and crystal clear with nary a ripple, making for easy floating and staring at the sky.

7. Because the grilled flake and potato cake were just salty and greasy enough.

8. Because I would rather someone I know apply the second layer of sunscreen to my back, not someone else's elderly nonna. (Though her hands were pretty marvellous...)

9. Because George Megalogenis' latest book The Australian Moment is so good and so full of wonderful insights I needed to read bits aloud to someone every few pages, and lastly,

10. Because even the most self-contained person needs to share a perfect day with a loved one.



So next time someone invites you to take the day off work, school, study and spend the last days of Summer on the beach, don't say 'no'. Work, study and family will aways be there, but a hot sunny 30-plus-degree day in Autumn is rare and special. 


And so am I.