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RENODESIGN.COM.AU R33011 WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO BE A SUCCESSFUL WRITER IN AUSTRALIA? alan gould draws on his experience of more than forty years as a published poet and novelist to explore the ways in which poems and novels are written and read. No Australian has a better understanding of the writer’s craft and, in the clear, original style that is his hallmark, Gould shares his successes and failures as a writer, his knowledge of Australian literary culture, and the motivations and reflections that underlie the writing life. He also assesses the work of some of his contemporaries— from rosemary dobson and alex miller to philip hodgins and sonya hartnett. alan gould has published twenty-three books of fiction, poetry and essays. His third novel, To the Burning City, won the 1992 National Book Council “Banjo” Award, his seventh novel, The Lakewoman, was shortlisted for the 2010 Prime Minister’s Award for fiction, and his collection, The Past Completes Me: Selected Poems 1973 –2003, won the 2006 Grace Leven Award for poetry. FOR YOU, OR AS A GIFT $44.95 ONLINE www.quadrant.org.au /shop POST Quadrant, Locked Bag 1235, North Melbourne VIC 3051, Australia PHONE (03) 8317 8147 FAX (03) 9320 9065 J une 2014 No. 507 Volume LVIII, Number 6 Letter Chronicle foreign affairs economics freedom of speech history society education science art theatre film first person stories books ryan Poetry 2 Malcolm H. Brandon 3 Keith Windschuttle 5 The Looming Prospect of a Second Cold War Daryl McCann 12 The Tactical Myth of Palestinian Identity Brian Wimborne 14 The Questionable Equations of Thomas Piketty Peter Smith 20 Mona and the Rich Old White Males Kerryn Pholi 24 The Imperialist War That Wasn’t Mervyn F. Bendle 31 The Whitlam Government and the Betrayal of the South Vietnamese Hal G.P. Colebatch 40 It Pays to Choose Your Ancestors Carefully Peter Murphy 44 Surrogacy and the New Misbegotten Family John Prineas 52 Lesser and Greater Faults in Australian Education Geoffrey Partington 58 The War of the Roses: Disturbances in Gene Land B.J. Coman 64 Bill Gibson, Cochlear Implant Hero Julia Patrick 66 What Is Art? Gombrich, Popper and Anderson Tronn Overend 74 A Great Australian Private Collection Douglas Hassall 77 Different Stages Michael Connor 80 Jacques Tati in the Ultra-Modern House Christopher Heathcote 89 The Two Films of Gaslight Neil McDonald 94 Short Takes XV Alan Gould 97 New Morning Morris Lurie 100 Au Poor Libby Sommer 102 Arazou Paul Greguric 106 The Universe Within by Neil Turok Brian Dethridge 108 The British: A Genetic Journey by Alistair Moffat Robert Murray 110 Mary Reibey’s Newel Post Peter Ryan 10: Shadows and Reflections Stephen McInerney; 11: From Adelaide to Alice Springs Gary Clark; Tribute to Three Masters Andrew Lansdown; 18: An invitation to goosestep Robyn Lance; 19: The Murray Marilyn Peck; 23: Wedding car Elizabeth Smither; 39: Consecration Andrew Lansdown; 43: The wedding party of animals Elizabeth Smither; 50: Beneath the Mountain Ash Paul Williamson; 51: Three poems Stephen McInerney; 56: What the woodwork reveals Robyn Lance; Clash Andrew Lansdown; 57: Two poems Victoria Field; 63: Two poems Elizabeth Smither; 73: Putting on her face Robyn Lance; 76: Pear John Ridland; 79: To Daniel Timothy Tim Murphy; 88: The Three Graces Robyn Lance; 91: A Tray of Frozen Songbirds Pascale Petit; 92: Four poems Pascale Petit; 99: The Ballad of the Gangster Paul Kelly Joe Dolce; 101: Three poems Tim Murphy; 105: Marilyn’s Coat Marilyn Peck; 109: Schooled Brad Jackel; 112: Woolshed Wedding Paul Williamson L e t t er s E di tor Keith Windschuttle [email protected] L i t er a ry E di tor Les Murray D epu t y E di tor George Thomas C on t r i bu t i ng E di tor s Books: Peter Coleman Film: Neil McDonald Theatre: Michael Connor C olu m n is t Peter Ryan E di tor , Q ua dr a n t O n li n e Roger Franklin [email protected] C h a ir m a n of t h e B oa r d of D ir ec tor s Elizabeth Prior Jonson Subscriptions Phone: (03) 8317 8147 Fax: (03) 9320 9065 Post: Quadrant Magazine, Locked Bag 1235, North Melbourne VIC 3051 E-mail: quadrantmagazine@ data.com.au Publisher Quadrant (ISSN 0033-5002) is published ten times a year by Quadrant Magazine Limited, Suite 2/5 Rosebery Place, Balmain NSW 2041, Australia ACN 133 708 424 Production Design Consultant: Reno Design Art Director: Graham Rendoth Printer: Ligare Pty Ltd 138–152 Bonds Road, Riverwood NSW 2210 Cover: Colours of Australia “Grey Gum” www.quadrant.org.au 2 We Put Up with It ... Sir: The people who champion so-called anti-hate-speech laws talk as though Aboriginal and ethnic groups are uniquely targeted. The truth is that any hate speech directed at these groups is trivial by comparison with the venomous abuse and generalisations that have been hurled at the white people of Australia. Here are some examples. Sun Herald, June 20, 2004: “In her new book Whitefella Jump Up, writer Germaine Greer has called for Australia to embrace its Aboriginal roots to heal the ‘devastation’ of more than 200 years of white settlement. Greer, who has lived in the United Kingdom since the 1960s, said Australia’s ‘sophisticated recreation lifestyle’ has created a spiritual wasteland and pushed the lucky country to the brink of environmental disaster.” Canberra Times, November 11, 2002, columnist Ian Warden: “The fact that there is someone like Alan Jones, and that his points of view are so sickeningly awful and yet are so stupendously popular, is a cause of great pain ... This would be a better, smarter, wiser, kinder and more exciting country if he didn’t exist and/or if there weren’t hundreds of thousands of dull and gullible sheep-like people to be led, baa-ing in unison, by slick shepherds like him.” Canberra Times, January 23, 1998: “Sydney environmental activist Peter Garrett, speaking at an Australia Day address, said that native title needed to be addressed without provisos or hidden agendas. Until it was, ‘we shall remain what we have always been: a people without a soul, not a nation but a community of thieves’.” Canberra Times, August 29, 1985: “White people should get out Quadrant June 2014 of Australia and New Zealand and leave these countries to the indigenous people, Maori academic Ms Pauno Hohepa, a lecturer in women’s history at Auckland University, told the conference yesterday … She said the whites of Australia and New Zealand were the product of the ‘riff-raff, flotsam and jetsam of English culture’.” “Australia” by A.D. Hope: She is the last of lands, the emptiest … Without songs, architecture, history; The river of her immense stupidity Floods her monotonous tribes from Cairns to Perth … And her five cities, like five teeming sores, Each drains her; a vast parasite robber-state Where second-hand Europeans pullulate Timidly on the edge of alien shores ... Imagine what would happen if a poet or some other commentator said there was a river of immense stupidity flooding Italy’s monotonous tribes from Venice to Palermo; or if some academic said black people should get out of the United States and leave the country to “indigenous people”. The selfrighteous activists would yell their heads off about “racism”, “bigotry”, “xenophobia” and the other empty phrases they use as a substitute for honest argument. Their pretence that everybody should be judged by the same standard, and that colour is no guide to the worth of a person, rings hollow in view of their record over many years. If it is good enough for ordinary Australians to put up with such abuse, then it is good enough for Aboriginal and ethnic groups to put up with far milder criticism. Malcolm H. Brandon Merimbula, NSW C h r o n i cl e K eith Windschut tle L ast month the Liberal-National Party governments in New South Wales and Victoria declared their opposition to Federal AttorneyGeneral George Brandis’s proposal to repeal Section 18C of the Commonwealth’s Racial Discrimination Act, which prohibits acts “likely to offend, insult, humiliate or intimidate another person or a group of people”. Victor Dominello, the NSW Minister for Citizenship and Communities, and Matthew Guy, the Victorian Minister for Multicultural Affairs and Citizenship, lodged formal submissions opposing any change and put out a joint media release to influence their federal colleagues to support their stand. Both said they considered it vital that the Commonwealth did not weaken protections in place against racial vilification. Mr Dominello produced a legal opinion from Arthur Moses SC warning that the protection Australians now received from racial vilification would be narrowed and, in particular, protection against Holocaust denial would be lost. Moses advised: “A new legislative right to engage in racial vilification in the course of public discussion would, for instance, open the door to Holocaust deniers to publish their opinions on websites and on social media in the course of ‘public discussion’.” However, technology has rendered this argument redundant. Anyone who Googles “holocaust denial” will find no less than 5.4 million internet offerings. The first page alone of Google’s search results offers writings from some of the worst contributors to this sleazy business, including the historian David Irving. It also links to at least forty YouTube videos where various American and European commentators can be seen and heard pushing the same line. Amazon.com will sell you almost any anti-Semitic book in the genre, including Mein Kampf and The Protocols of the Learned Elders of Zion. And on social media, well, the only rule there is anything goes. It is true that, within the Australian jurisdiction, some individuals have been punished, such as Frederick Toben who in 2009 received three months in jail for contempt of court for failing to remove Holocaust denial material from his website. However, the law is a very sluggish instrument. It took the Australia/Israel Jewish Affairs Council six years of appeals and counter-appeals to defeat Toben in the Federal Court. Yet today, he has still not been silenced. He now has his own entry in Wikipedia, complete with references. Outside authoritarian states like China and North Korea, the internet has largely rendered censorship of political opinion impotent. Any Australian politician who pretends he can protect an ethnic group from views that are likely to offend or vilify its members is promising something he cannot deliver. But if this is true, why bother to repeal Section 18C? Why not let it remain in the Act to discourage, however inefficiently, a few would-be imitators of Frederick Toben and his ilk from going public? Some context is required here. The 1995 amendments to the Racial Discrimination Act of 1975, of which Section 18C was one of the new clauses, did not arise from any need to curb a sudden outbreak of racial abuse and intolerance in Australian society. Instead, they derived from an international political and intellectual movement of which Australia was only a small part. In the 1990s, most Western countries adopted laws similar to Australia. Their aim was to suppress an array of opinions they argued would cause offence to people from racial and religious minorities. The principal exception to this was the United States, whose constitution specifically excludes laws to restrict freedom of speech. Nonetheless, during the administration of Bill Clinton, his government worked to embed the notions of multiculturalism and ethnic diversity into the American polity. Clinton declared this represented America’s third “great revolution”, after the first, the War of Independence, and the second, the civil rights movement. Behind it all stood the United Nations, which claimed the era was one of escalating racism, new forms of discrimination and rising ideologies of intolerance. The UN and its agencies offered jurists throughout the world new grounds for legal adventurism and new scope to pursue careers. The result was a new round of legislation in most Western countries limiting freedom of speech on grounds defined over the previous two decades by various UN agencies. They included such UN “normative instruments” as the 2001 UNESCO Universal Declaration on Cultural Diversity, the 1995 Declaration of Principles on Tolerance, the 1978 Declaration on Race and Racial Prejudice, and the 1978 Declaration on Fundamental Principles concerning the Contribution of the Mass Media to Strengthening Peace and International Quadrant June 2014 3 chronicle Understanding, to the Promotion of Human Rights and to Countering Racialism, Apartheid and Incite ment to War. Under the Keating government, Australia dutifully stepped into the role prescribed for it by passing into law the amendments that are now in dispute. In his recent book, How We Invented Freedom, Daniel Hannan observes the irony of the timing of these laws. Throughout the Cold War, there had been absolute freedom of speech in most Englishspeaking countries, but once the menace of communism was gone, the same countries abandoned one of the core principles for which they had been fighting. Hannan writes: of non-western peoples.” Faced with the petition and a letter from the Council on American Islamic Relations denouncing Ms Hirsi Ali as a “notorious Islamophobe”, Brandeis President Frederick M. Lawrence withdrew the invitation. Historian Jeffrey Herf, a Brandeis PhD holder, wrote an open letter to Lawrence accusing him of cowardice: Before 1989, people in English-speaking states liked to tell each other that, unlike the poor wretches behind the Iron Curtain, they couldn’t have their collar grabbed by a police officer for saying the wrong thing. Yet they are now regularly arrested for such offences as quoting Bible verses that might offend gay people, or being rude about jihadi extremists. These last two American incidents are worth recording because they demonstrate how heavily ironic it is that some people in Australia are justifying the retention of Section 18C on the grounds of preventing anti-Semitism. Yet the truth is the most demonstrably effective and enduring preventive of this prejudice is still a legal and political regime that preserves freedom of speech. In fact, the history of Holocaust denial itself proves it. The most effective single demolition job on David Irving’s historical works was performed by Cambridge historian Richard Evans in 2000. For the defence in Irving’s defamation case against American academic Deborah Lipstadt, Evans spent two years checking the scholarship behind Irving’s works on Nazi history. He found Irving had used forged documents, ignored conflicting evidence, and misquoted historical records. Evans’s evidence in court and in his book Telling Lies About Hitler not only cost Irving his case, it systematically destroyed the credibility of the entire genre of Holocaust denial. Proving the falsity of strongly held beliefs like this is never easy. It can only happen in a climate of unrestricted speech and unfettered research. It also needs institutions that provide the necessary resources. The real problem for Australia today is not the law but the fact that these conditions are so rare. Institutions that were once bastions of freedom, especially our universities, have, under the influence of the intellectual tendencies discussed here, betrayed their calling. Like Brandeis, many of them shun open debate under the pretence of protecting the vulnerable from oppression. They oppose rather than welcome dissent, and are openly politically partisan. The repeal of Section 18C would be a small but helpful gesture in turning back this tide of intolerance and restoring some of the principles of free expression that Australian society once regarded as its cultural bedrock. The result is that Britain, which had enjoyed an uncensored press since 1695, in 2013 formally brought in a system of state regulation. In Australia, the Gillard government attempted to do the same thing, but fortunately failed. In 2007, author Mark Steyn was taken to court in Canada for writing disparaging things about Muslims, and in 2011 Australian journalist Andrew Bolt was convicted of causing offence to Aborigines. In April this year, two more examples involved writers well-known to Quadrant readers. Daniel Pipes, the President of the Middle East Forum in Philadelphia, found his website had been banned from access at the British Library in London on the grounds of “Religion, Intolerance”. The algorithm that generated this ban was only changed after Pipes and a number of readers wrote to the library in protest. Yet the same algorithm had continued to allow readers access to a range of anti-Semitic, radical Islamist and jihadi websites, including Tawhed, Al Qaeda’s own Arabic-language website which promotes writings by Osama bin Laden and Ayman al-Zawahiri. At the same time, Ayaan Hirsi Ali, the Somaliborn critic of Islam, forced into hiding after attempts on her life in Holland, had been invited to Brandeis University in Boston to receive an honorary degree. However, a petition organised by a Muslim professor and a student accused her of being “a divisive individual”, asserting: “We cannot accept Ms Hirsi Ali’s triumphalist narrative of western civilisation, rooted in a core belief of the cultural backwardness 4 That the president of a university founded by Jews in the immediate aftermath of the Holocaust should have rescinded an honor to a woman who has had the courage to attack the most important source of Jew-hatred in the world today is a disgraceful act and failure of leadership. Quadrant June 2014 Da ry l M c C a n n The Looming Prospect of a Second Cold War A fter Russia’s annexation of Crimea in March, President Obama had this to say about President Putin in an interview on CBS News: He’s been willing to show a deeply held grievance about what he considers to be the loss of the Soviet Union. You would have thought that after a couple of decades that there’d be an awareness on the part of any Russian leader that the path forward does not revert back to the kinds of practices that, you know, were so relevant during the Cold War. In April 2005, on Russian national television, Vladimir Putin lamented that the dissolution of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics left tens of millions of his fellow countrymen outside Moscow’s command. The break-up of the Soviet empire, he said, was “the greatest geopolitical catastrophe of the century”. Clearly, President Putin’s understanding of “the path forward”, which aims to reconcile the reach of the Soviet empire with a born-again Holy Mother Russia, contrasts sharply with six years of President Obama’s multilateral New World Order. What informs Putin’s foreign policy is not a universe away from the xenophobia and imperial ambition that drove the Kremlin’s foreign policy at the commencement of the Cold War: a form of exceptionalism that can only be checked by American exceptionalism in concert with regional allies. Stalin’s Plan A for Germany, much like Putin’s Plan A for modern-day Ukraine, amounted to the “Finlandisation” of the entire country. Stalin made his move in early 1946 when he ordered the merger of “his” KPD (Communist Party of Germany) with the SPD (Socialist Party of Germany) in the Soviet Zone. When the SPD in the three Western-occupied zones did not follow suit but backed instead the concept of an American-sponsored West German state, Stalin had to fall back on Plan B: quitting the Allied Control Council, opposing currency reform in Trizonia, laying siege to West Berlin, founding the German Democratic Republic and giving the green light for Kim Il-Sung’s T34 tanks to cross the Korean 38th parallel. The Kremlin’s geopolitical aspirations set off the Cold War and embroiled America in a lethal rivalry. Today, tragically, we might be witnessing the emergence of parallel circumstances in Ukraine. There are three ways the world can be spared a Second Cold War but, unfortunately, the first has gone by the board, the second is mostly dormant and the third might have come too late to deter Putin’s adventurism. In the first scenario, postSoviet Russia would have adopted the normative practices of a Western-style liberal democracy— as per Francis Fukuyama’s “End of History” thesis—and by doing so renounced traditional Russian imperial ambitions. The astonishing growth of genuinely autonomous media outlets during the Boris Yeltsin era (1991–2000) persuaded many observers that Russia was set to embrace Western-style freedom. Independent-minded reporters, such as Anna Politkovskaya, found not only their liberal voices but also the means to be heard. For the first time since the conclusion of the Russian civil war (1918– 21), journalists—entire newspapers and television stations, in fact—were not mere marionettes for the Kremlin. Nevertheless, during the Yeltsin years the Russian economy experienced a meltdown as it made an unruly transition from a Soviet-style command system to private enterprise. Yeltsin’s steep cuts to welfare, the raising of taxes and reduction of state subsidies to industry were meant to counter the liberalisation of prices, but all to no avail—the financial system went into a tailspin while inflation skyrocketed. Russia’s one-time lovable rogue may have been re-elected in 1996 and yet by the time he handed over the reins of power in 1999 to Vladimir Putin, head of the Federal Security Service (FSB), Yeltsin was as unpopular as Mikhail Gorbachev. Quadrant June 2014 5 The Looming Prospect of a Second Cold War The linchpin of Yeltsin’s economic strategy dur- the mood of the Russian population to be one of ing the 1990s had been privatisation. Regrettably, “brooding anger” on account of “20 years of perstate enterprises finished up as giveaways to the ceived Western slights and condescension since the powerful. Assets in industry, energy, finance, tel- collapse of the Soviet Union”. As a result, Russians ecommunications and the media found their way did not disapprove of one of their intelligence agents into the hands of those with connections to the old assassinating Alexander Litvinenko, a trenchant Soviet nomenklatura. Anna Politkovskaya saved her critic of Putin, in the heart of London two weeks greatest condemnation not for Boris Yeltsin but for after Politkovskaya’s slaying. The Russian public his successor. In Putin’s Russia (2004), Politkovskaya thrilled at the story of the alleged assassin, Andrey claims that “Putin’s new-old nomenklatura has Lugovoy, returning safely to Russia after complettaken corruption to heights undreamt of under the ing his mission in a way that made “fools of Britain’s Communists or Yeltsin”. Moreover, Putin’s exploi- James Bonds”. tation of the Second Chechen War (1999–2009) Alexander Litvinenko, who died from poloniumeffectively polished off democracy in Russia. 210-induced acute radiation syndrome, had co-writIn the chapter of Putin’s Russia titled “Our New ten Blowing Up Russia: Terror from Within (2003), an Middle Ages, or War Criminals of All the Russias”, attempt to substantiate the accusation that Putin’s Politkovskaya depicts the Second Chechen War FSB allies were responsible for the September 1999 (and its toll of 25,000 to 50,000 dead bombings of Russian apartments. or missing) as a cancer that affected Lugovoy’s guilt remains in disevery part of Russian society—the astings observed pute, but a telling postscript is that judiciary, human rights, the politiPutin made Lugovoy a member of the mood of the cal opposition, the army, the police, the Duma, thus guaranteeing him Russian population immunity. Putin also spurned every the various intelligence agencies, the media and, most important of to be one of “ brooding attempt by the British government all, the psyche of the general poputo extradite Lugovoy to the UK for anger” on account of trial. lation. Politkovskaya, like Marsha Gessen and so many other Russian “20 years of perceived Most Russians, contended investigative journalists of the time, Hastings, care “amazingly little” Western slights and that Putin curtailed free speech came to believe that it was the FSB that perpetrated the Russian apartcondescension since and “systematically dismantled the ment bombings resulting in the fragile instruments of democracy the collapse of the death of 300 civilians. It was this created by Gorbachev and Yeltsin”. Soviet Union”. supposed “false f lag” operation As David Satter argued five years that swung Russian public opinion later in It Was a Long Time Ago and behind Putin and his ambition to It Never Happened Anyway (2012), go to war again in Chechnya. The rumour, whether the Russians have retreated into a traditional form true or not, may have enhanced his image in certain of statism in which “nothing is higher than the goals quarters because it marked him as the kind of ruth- of the state”. They are prepared to sign away their less strongman who could save Russia from itself. individual sovereignty and “submit to the superePolitkovskaya claims in Putin’s Russia that by rogatory claims of a de-ideologised state” on the 2004 her country had fallen into the “Soviet abyss” understanding that Tsar Vladimir safeguards them and for a journalist to survive in Russia required from home-grown and foreign malevolence and that “servility to Putin”. For any remaining contrarians, his potency portends the resurrection of the Russian Putin’s “guard dogs” were ready with “the bullet, poi- empire. son or trial”. On October 7, 2006, four bullets struck Hastings did not envisage a Second Cold War Politkovskaya, one to the head. Oleg Gordievsky, resulting from Putin’s hostility towards the West, a covert agent of the British Secret Intelligence but declared that the “notion of Western friendService who defected from the Soviet Union in 1985, ship with Russia is a dead letter”. His assessment of warned the world that the FSB was now operating Putin’s Russia was not one the European Union or straight out of the old KGB handbook. the Americans were ready to hear: H M ax Hastings’s virtuoso essay “Will We Have to Fight Russia in This Century?” (2007) made the connection between Vladimir Putin’s emboldened despotism in Russia and his steppedup anti-West rhetoric from 2003. Hastings observed 6 The best we can look for is grudging accommodation. The bear has shown its claws once more, as so often in its bloody history, and its people enjoy the sensation. We may hope that in the 21st century we shall not be obliged to Quadrant June 2014 The Looming Prospect of a Second Cold War fight Russia. But it would be foolish to suppose that we shall be able to lie beside this dangerous, emotional beast in safety or tranquillity. Only those who had been the direct victims of the old Soviet empire—the Poles, the Estonians, the Georgians, the Romanians, the Moldavians, a majority of Ukrainians and so forth—appeared to be alert to the perils of Russian revanchism. E dward Lucas’s The New Cold War (2008) goes further than Hastings’s article. As his title suggests, Lucas is ready to claim that Putin’s ambitions—even at this relatively early juncture—are akin to those of the Soviet empire. While the countries of the European Union slumbered and America focused its intention on the War on Terror, Putin was hatching plans to resurrect the time-honoured Russian ambition of dominion over Eurasia from Vladivostok to Lisbon. Key to achieving this objective, warned Lucas, would be Russia wielding its natural resources like a lethal weapon against European countries. And it is true that gas has not been piped to Europe from the Russian hinterland in accordance with normal market practices. The supplier, Gazprom, behaves like an arm of the Russian state: The Kremlin wants to prevent European countries diversifying their sources of energy supply, particularly in gas. It wants to strengthen its hold over the international gas market. It wants to acquire “downstream assets” distribution and storage capability—in Western countries. And it wants to use those assets to exert political pressure. Lucas likened Putin’s geopolitical mastery over his European counterparts to “a battle-hardened chess grandmaster playing against a bunch of inattentive and squabbling amateurs”. “The ‘New Tsarism’: What Makes Russia’s Leaders Tick”, the second-most critical chapter in Lucas’s book, decodes the political glossary in contemporary Russia, exposing the understanding that exists between the Russian people and Vladimir Putin or the “First Person”. For instance, the word gosudarstvennik, which is often applied to Putin and his coterie, can be translated as “statist”, a mildly derogatory term in Western parlance, and yet for Russians something far more patriotic: “A gosudarstvennik cares about the state’s prestige and strength; he believes it to be an expression, perhaps the highest expression, of society, culture, even of civilisation.” The advancement of Russia’s derzhavnost (“great-power-status”) drives not only Putin but also his Russian devotees. The year 2006 saw the introduction of a new history guide for secondary school teachers, A Modern History of Russia, 1945–2006: A Teachers’ Manual. The First Person personally endorsed it. The Soviet empire, Putin would like us to believe, was no “Evil Empire”—even if (say) the Poles might beg to differ. Edward Lucas, back in 2008, even worried that the Kremlin would reverse its official position on the 1940 Katyn Massacre, in which Soviet NKVD agents slaughtered 22,000 Polish prisoners, including 8000 Polish officers. Only in the twilight days of the Soviet Union did its authorities own up to the fact that the Nazis had not been guilty of this crime against humanity. In November 2010, thankfully, the Duma approved a declaration censuring Stalin and other Soviet officials—but that has not been the end of the matter. President Putin, in his 2010 meeting with Poland’s Prime Minister Donald Tusk, acknowledged that the decades-old attempt by Soviet officials to “cover up the truth about the executions” had been “cynical lies”. However, Putin then proceeded to assert that “suggesting the Russian people are to blame for that is the same kind of lie and fabrication”. The best that can be said about Putin’s statement is that it constitutes a half-apology and a disingenuous one at that. According to Putin’s narrative, the atheistic communists who killed the innocent Poles were the same criminals who carried out the Great Purges (1936–39) resulting in the murder of innocent Russians. Ipso facto, the Russian people were no less the victim of the excesses of Stalinism than were the 22,000 blameless Poles executed in the Katyn forest. At the time, Tusk put the best spin on it he could, describing his meeting with Putin as “crucial” and a “turning point” in Russo-Polish relations, even if he did admit to a “slightly different” understanding of the significance of Katyn. That “slightly different” outlook is why Putin’s annexation of Crimea in March has sent Poland, Estonia, Romania and other Eastern European countries into high alert to defend themselves and deter any further Russian encroachment on the sovereignty of Ukraine. Julian Assange, along with other leftist types, has fobbed off Putin’s seizure of Crimea as an “existential” geopolitical necessity for the Kremlin, ignoring the fact that Russian revanchism is an existentialist threat to Eastern Europe. The Eastern Europeans will turn to America for support, just as West Germans sought American help in the late 1940s. “How Eastern Europe Sits on the Front Line of the New Cold War” is the most prescient chapter of Edward Lucas’s The New Cold War. Right there in black and white is Lucas’s warning that Putin Quadrant June 2014 7 The Looming Prospect of a Second Cold War planned to reassert Russian control over the “Near Abroad”. As early as 2000, Putin was defining any form of “discrimination” against the 25 million “Russian citizens” who lived abroad as “one of the military threats facing Russia”. A year later he was broadening the definition of Russian citizen to “any Russian-speaker with a pro-Kremlin orientation”: generating, in effect, geopolitical leverage—or a potential fifth column—in almost every neighbouring country, from Estonia to Ukraine and beyond. And that was just the start of it: “Kremlinfinanced think tanks have been set up in Ukraine, the Caucasus and Moldova, coupled with media outlets, Internet websites and networks of academics.” In short, Putin has been waging a political, social, diplomatic, economic and propaganda campaign against Atlanticism (the US-European partnership) and Eastern European self-determination for over a decade while the West, divided and distracted, turned a blind eye. T America, for instance, was given permission to utilise ex-Soviet military bases in Central Asia for the Afghanistan War. Putin opened a military hospital in Kabul in December 2001 to service wounded NATO personnel and Afghan civilians. The Moscow theatre siege in 2002 and the Beslam hostage crisis in 2004 seemed to confirm the view that Islamic terrorism had made unlikely partners out of Russia and the USA. Significantly, this is the period when Anna Politkovskaya wrote Putin’s Russia and rebuked the West for looking at the words and deeds of Vladimir Putin “through rosetinted spectacles”. Ultimately Bush did lose his rosy point of view. Six years after relinquishing power, he had this to say about his one-time counterpart: Vladimir’s a person who in many ways views the US as an enemy … I felt that he viewed the world as either the US benefits and Russia loses or vice-versa. I, of course, tried to dispel him of that notion. he great hope of the USA and Old Europe was always to bring post-Soviet Russia into the fold Putin would no doubt insist that it was Bush’s and develop a strategic partnership that would confine the Cold War to the twentieth century. The Iraq War that turned everything pear-shaped. He might argue that America’s use of early rapport between President force to topple Saddam Hussein’s George W. Bush and President regime was a unilateralist act— Vladimir Putin, combined with utin has been or, at least, done without Russia’s the unexpected and shocking terwaging a political, endorsement—and this rendered rorist attack on America in 2001, convinced many that a genuine social, diplomatic, the nascent Russo-American strategic partnership null and void. post-Cold War strategic partnereconomic and There is an element of truth in such ship really could be forged between propaganda campaign a narrative, but it tells only a part of Washington and Moscow. story. Bush’s first meeting with Putin against Atlanticism theMore likely, Ukraine’s Orange came at the Ljubljana Summit in June 2001. His warm words for and Eastern European Revolution was the breaking point the Russian leader surprised many self-determination for in Russia’s relationship with the States. Putin had presumed observers at the time: “I looked the over a decade while United that an unwritten understanding man in the eye. I found him to be with the West designated Ukraine very straightforward and trustworthe West, divided a part of Russia’s sphere of influthy and we had a very good diaand distracted, ence until the end of time. The logue. I was able to get a sense of turned a blind eye. Orange Revolution challenged that his soul.” Though he was less effunotion. Erupting after the allegedly sive, Putin’s body language and rigged 2004 presidential contest general demeanour at the summit contrasted with the frosty relations that existed gave victory to the pro-Russian candidate Viktor between Russia and America during President Yanukovych, people-power challenged the results Clinton’s final year in office. There was, never- of the election. Putin, according to all reports, theless, a caveat to Putin’s determination to treat looked on in horror as Viktor Yushchenko and America as “Russia’s partner”. He warned that “any Yulia Tymoshenko proceeded to assume the posts unilateral action” on the part of Washington would of president and prime minister of Ukraine respectively. Later, Putin was able to turn the tables when “complicate” matters. The Bush–Putin relationship grew in the after- “his man”—Yanukovych—became prime minister math of 9/11. Putin promised to support Bush’s in 2006 and subsequently president in 2010. The War on Terror in any way he could—and he did. situation appeared to have resolved itself in favour P 8 Quadrant June 2014 The Looming Prospect of a Second Cold War of the pre-2004 status quo. During the time of the Orange Revolution, crucially, Putin believed that any move on the part of Ukrainians to exist beyond the remit of Moscow must be the product of meddling Western intelligence agencies (often disguised as civilian NGOs) who colluded with local ultra-nationalists or Russophobes (with, naturally, pro-fascist or even pro-Nazi sympathies). Such is the paranoid worldview of an old KGB hand. Dealing with such a fearful and mistrustful Russian leader was always going to be tricky for the United States and the West in general—no less awkward, perhaps, than dealing with a Khrushchev or a Brezhnev. Only American strength of purpose has the capacity to inhibit Russian adventurism. B arack Obama believed he understood the key to eliminating Russo-American antagonism when he entered the White House in January 2009. The remedy for reversing the enmity between the USA and the Russian Federation was to be found in the origins of the Cold War. Indoctrinated in New Left ideology, Obama knew it was not only mutual fear and suspicion but also Harry Truman’s bad faith that kick-started the Cold War after the Second World War. The solution, in the mind of Obama at least, must have seemed relatively straightforward: conduct yourself with humility and repentance and immediately make provisions to remove US troops from Iraq. Putin was bound to come aboard the peace train. Secretary of State Hillary Clinton even presented the Russian Foreign Minister, Sergei Lavrov, with a gift-wrapped red button—pinched from a hotel jacuzzi—to symbolise the resetting of relations between Moscow and Washington. Only belatedly did the American delegation realise that the lettering on the button translated as “overcharged” rather than “reset”. The Americans, to the unconcealed glee of the Russians, squirmed in the media spotlight—and have been squirming ever since. Four years of an accommodating Obama failed to win over an unbiddable Putin. In October 2012, just before his re-election, Obama was overheard on a “hot” microphone promising Putin’s proxy, Dmitry Medvedev, that he could be “more flexible” in his second term if that would help. Medvedev politely agreed to pass the message onto Putin. Too much “flexibility”, in fact, is the third reason the world has found itself revisiting Cold War scenarios. If the Russian Federation had evolved into a normative liberal democracy rather than the world’s first bona fide mafia state, a “supersize model of the KGB” as Masha Gessen describes it in The Man Without a Face (2012), then Obama’s first-term flexibility might have been just the ticket. He dropped the missile shield program promised to Poland and Czechoslovakia, took US forces out of Iraq, remained silent when Gazprom modulated westward gas supplies to the rhythm of Russia’s foreign policy, turned the other cheek after Putin accused him of the “planned murder” of Muammar Gaddafi, and meekly endured Putin’s undisguised contempt every time they met in public. Did Obama ever comprehend what he was up against before it became too late to chasten the First Person? This is Putin, over a decade ago, justifying Russia’s unrestrained brutality in Chechnya: It’s like with a dog, you know. A dog senses when somebody is afraid of it, and bites. The same applies here. If you become jittery, they will think that they are stronger. Only one thing works in such circumstances—to go on the offensive. You must hit first, and hit so hard that your opponent will not rise to his feet. The first six years of Obama’s presidency did not pass entirely without Russo-American collaboration. On May 9, 2010, American soldiers participated in the Moscow Victory Parade alongside Russian troops for the first time. That same year the USA and Russia conducted an anti-hijacking exercise called Vigilante Eagle. America and Russia often co-operated in fighting piracy and terrorism in Afghanistan, although Obama has now signalled he will be removing the US military presence there. The optimists might argue that Obama worked in a productive way with Putin when they enticed Iran to the negotiating table on the subject of nuclear weapons. However, Russia can live with its principal ally in the Middle East going nuclear, but the United States and its Middle East allies cannot. This was never a recipe for a successful outcome, and even less so in the shadow of the crisis in Ukraine. Tony Blair, in his role as UN Middle East envoy, now asserts that the greatest danger to the West is not Russia but “the threat of Islamic extremism”. The former British leader is currently encouraging America to increase co-operation with Russia (and China) in the fight against Islamic extremism irrespective of “other differences”— in other words, the crisis in Ukraine. As long as Obama remains in the White House, though, Blair is probably whistling in the wind. The Kremlin remains dumbfounded by Obama’s embrace of the radical Muslim Brotherhood in Egypt, not to mention his close association with Turkey’s Prime Minister Erdogan, who provides aid and comfort Quadrant June 2014 9 The Looming Prospect of a Second Cold War to Al Qaeda types in Syria. It might have been due to narrow economic self-interest—the creation of a Russo-Libyan OPEC-style cartel for gas producers—that Putin wanted Muammar Gaddafi to remain in power. Yet it is not only Putin who would like to know why America has done so little to impede Al Qaeda-aligned extremists thriving in the post-Gaddafi landscape. T he ideal of a strategic partnership between Russia and America, which would reduce the chances of a Second Cold War, has become less likely over the past six years. The primary guilty party in this unfortunate turn of events is Vladimir Putin, the upstart KGB opportunist who has exploited the fears and disappointments of the Russian people in order to satisfy his despotic impulse and resuscitate the darkest aspects of Russian history: imperial ambition and xenophobia. His reconfigured version of Russian exceptionalism means that Ukraine has every chance of playing Ground Zero in a new Cold War, reprising the role Allied-occupied Germany performed in setting off the original Cold War. An over-confident Putin, who has so far outplayed Obama at every turn, is in danger of overstepping the mark in Ukraine—just as Stalin did in post-war Germany. A new generation of revisionist historians wait in the wings to caricature the massive demonstrations that toppled Viktor Yanukovych as the work of Western-sponsored provocateurs, and Putin’s actual provocateurs as the voice of the people. But Angela Merkel and the EU did not bring things undone in Ukraine. The vast majority of Ukrainians, including most of those in Eastern Ukraine, would prefer to associate with the West rather than accept kind Mr Putin’s altruistic offer of membership in his proposed four-nation Common Economic Space, even with subsidised gas thrown into the bargain. Obama, as a result, is between a rock and hard place. The less he does to support the freedomloving people of Ukraine and the Baltic states, the more ambitious Putin will become; conversely, the greater the push back on Obama’s part, the more the usual anti-America crowd in the West—plus a sprinkling of so-called paleo-conservatives—will mock The One’s original ambition to be the twentyfirst century’s foremost healer-in-chief. Daryl McCann wrote “The Lethal Ideology of Holocaust Inversion” in the May issue. He has a blog at http://darylmccann.blogspot.com.au. Shadows and Reflections Stirring on the couch this August afternoon, a big log breaking open in the stove, I wake to reflections in the cabinet’s glass, of sloping roofs, a line of winter trees stripped to the bone and shivering in the breeze, one branch brushing lightly against the window. I could, with a pane of frosted glass, transform that gesture into art: the kind I’ve seen in sunrooms when I’ve stepped in from the snow: iced-windows like a Chinese folding screen on which was spread, like ink, a delicate shadow. Glancing from my book, I’d note the stages of the branch’s perfect shadow on the glass, the shadow’s perfect pattern on my pages, an aching thing that yet could not be broken, brushing against the window’s fragile ice like one who’d brush the sleep from dreaming eyes when I was young, until I’d reach for her who now, from her long sleep, will not be woken. I wake today, but long for another winter. 10 Stephen McInerney Quadrant June 2014 Tribute to Three Masters at Gichuji Temple near Lake Biwa, Otsu From Adelaide to Alice Springs This is a kind of double-edged pilgrimage out into the vast clean country in a train that takes its name from those early settlers in the desert who knelt towards Mecca amongst salt bush and gibber plain. As it travels through Port Augusta I think of camels in woven jewels of chanting men in mud-brick mosques despised by cattlemen for not drinking and despising those who still sing and hunt beyond the edge of town. In the morning we pass over the Finke’s dry bed where borders and laws slice through language where man-sized goannas hunt and wedge-tailed eagles glide amongst clouds. In Alice I talk, read and drink: at Bojangles shake the gentle hand of a man from community and yarn with a bush scholar in a Ned Kelly beard about blood, payback and whitefella law. And from others unaware of history’s ironies hear again those fantasies of revolution that have kept people out here imprisoned. 1 Basho’s Grave Relieved to arrive at last at Basho’s place of burial … and yet as I stand before his grave grieved at how little I’m grieved. 2 Issa’s Style In the old pond near Basho’s grave, a small turtle rides a big one’s back: a subject suited perhaps more to Issa than Basho. 3 Buson’s Rabbits Buson, no rabbits scampered across Lake Biwa when I gazed on it. Though in truth I was in want of both saké and moonlight. Andrew Lansdown Hung-over I pack my four wheel drive and head out to where the old people learned of canvas and brushes where they began painting the dream that created them that created kangaroos, honey ants, emus, rain and sky. To where young necks are laced with tins and ropes and the genitals of children weep. I know that despair is what I will find amongst these people’s lives and within myself. Yet in this desert of the mind I will dig the springs of our abdicated depths sustained by this sense of inwardness and softly spoken words of dream-life that are my reassurance. Gary Clark Quadrant June 2014 11 B r i a n W imbor ne The Tactical Myth of Palestinian Identity F ollowing the rise of the arch-terrorist Yasser Arafat to the leadership of the Palestine Liberation Organisation in 1969, there was a push to convince the world that Palestinians are a unique people of Arab origin who had inhabited the lands of Israel for thousands of years. The uninformed and gullible believed it, and leftists still promote it. In fact, there are no such people as Palestinians and there never have been. If anyone doubts this they should consider the following statement made in 1977 by Zahir Muhsein, a PLO executive committee member, during an interview with the Dutch newspaper Trouw: The creation of a Palestinian state is only a means for continuing our struggle against the state of Israel for our Arab unity. In reality today there is no difference between Jordanians, Palestinians, Syrians and Lebanese. Only for political and tactical reasons do we speak today about the existence of a Palestinian people, since Arab national interests demand that we posit the existence of a “distinct Palestinian people” to oppose Zionism. Nor was there ever a state called Palestine or a Palestinian culture or a Palestinian language. Like the Jordanians, Palestinians are a recent creation. If truth and justice prevail over revisionist history promoted by the Left, there never will be a state called Palestine in place of Israel and the word will remain no more than the name of a geographical region. T he Roman emperor Hadrian, in an effort to destroy Jews once and for all, renamed the territory of Judea (the present-day West Bank), Palaestina, after the Philistines, an Aegean people who had conquered the coast of Canaan. They appear in the Old Testament as depraved pagans and have long since vanished from history. 12 Hadrian’s intention was to eradicate memory of the Jewish people whom the Romans exiled from their homeland as punishment for having rebelled against them in 130 AD. Nevertheless, a handful of Jews remained in Israel, and their descendants have been a Jewish presence ever since. In fact, Jews are the only group of people to have lived continuously in Israel for the past 3700 years. With the fall of the Roman empire, a host of interlopers took over the region called Palestine— Umayyads, Abbasids, Fatimids, Crusaders and Mamluks—but they never created an independent country. Even under Ottoman rule (1517 to 1917) Palestine did not become a state. Following the defeat of the Ottomans in the First World War, the term “Palestinian” most often referred to the region’s Jews, not least because so few Arabs were prominent in the British mandated territory of Palestine. For example, there were the Jewish newspaper the Palestine Post and the Jewish Palestine Symphony Orchestra (later the Israel Philharmonic Orchestra). Present-day Arabs who call themselves Palestinians are relative newcomers to the region. The earliest Arabs arrived in small numbers in 632 as part of the Muslim invasion. However, they had no historical ties to the ancient land of Israel or the territories of Judea and Samaria (popularly but mistakenly called the West Bank). In Jerusalem, Jews have been a majority since the 1840s. In 1899, the Arab mayor of Jerusalem, Yusef Diya al-Khalidi, said, “Who can challenge the rights of the Jews in Palestine? Good Lord, historically it is really your country.” In addition to the early Muslim invaders, large numbers of Arabs from Egypt, Syria, Lebanon and Iraq settled in the region in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, attracted by the commercial opportunities opened up by newly-arrived Jewish settlers, mainly from Eastern Europe and Russia, pursuing the Zionist dream of re-establishing their homeland and transforming it into the biblical land Quadrant June 2014 The Tactical Myth of Palestinian Identity of “milk and honey”. they are exempt from serving in the Israeli Defence In 1948 about 1.2 million Arabs lived in Force. Only in Israel are Palestinian Arabs treated Palestine. However, with the invasion of the terri- humanely and their rights recognised. tory by Egypt, Jordan, Syria, Lebanon and Iraq on UN Resolution 181, passed in 1947, spoke of the day the modern state of Israel was founded, the the founding of a Jewish state and an Arab state. demographics of the region changed quickly. Large Yet the prospect of there ever being an independnumbers of Arabs fled to escape war and because ent Palestinian Arab state is about zero. This is not false tales of Israeli atrocities, spread by the invad- because Israel opposes a two-state solution (in fact, it has consistently favoured it) but because no Arab ers, caused them to panic. However, instead of being welcomed and helped country seriously supports it. To do so would mean by their brother Arabs, they were herded into con- recognising the right of Israel to exist. centration camps, to be used as A Palestinian state at peace pawns in the Arabs’ neverending with Israel is anathema to most attempts to liquidate Israel. Jordan Moreover, peace between a arge numbers of Arabs. offered them some comfort but Palestinian state and Israel would Arabs from Egypt, be a stumbling block to Iran’s ambieven that was intermittent. If Arab invaders had succeeded tion of becoming the region’s domiSyria, Lebanon in destroying Israel, it is unlikely nant power. Only the existence of and Iraq settled that the Palestinian Arabs who Israel thwarts Iranian imperialism. had taken flight would have been Consequently, the sight of in the region in allowed to return to their homes. Mahmood Abbas negotiating a the nineteenth There is no love lost among Arabs. peace deal with Israel, under presand twentieth The spoils would have been shared sure from Obama and Kerry, is a out among the victors; the people pathetic farce and the actors know centuries, attracted we call Palestinians would have it. The slightest compromise by by the commercial Abbas would effectively sign his received nothing. opportunities opened own death warrant. The farce of o appreciate the plight of the negotiations up by newly-arrived Palestinian-Israeli Palestinians it is important proceeds largely for the benefit and Jewish settlers. to understand that the Arabs are amusement of the rest of the world. largely a tribal people whose first There is an even deeper reason loyalty is not to the nation-state why an Arab peace with Israel is but to their families, clans and tribes. They see unlikely. According to Muslim law, once a territory Palestinians, not as brothers, but as landless aliens. has been under Islamic control, it may never revert People in the West who pity today’s inhabit- to ownership by non-Muslims. It is the Islamic verants of Gaza and the West Bank would do well sion of the Brezhnev Doctrine, under which a comto remember who put them there—not Israel, but munist country must never be allowed to revert to a their fellow Arabs. non-communist one. Leftists who call for the destruction of Israel Meantime, the talks will go on, terrorist attacks and its replacement by a Palestinian state should on Israel will proceed under Iranian and Syrian compare Israel’s one and half million Arabs who directives, and Palestinian Arabs living beyond enjoy the benefits of full citizenship, to Palestinians Israel’s borders will continue to wallow in the in Arab countries who are looked upon with con- ordure created for them by their fellow Arabs. tempt. Israeli Arabs hold seats in the Knesset, run successful businesses and serve in Israel’s civil and Brian Wimborne wrote “The Inexorable Expansion of diplomatic services. Unlike most Jewish Israelis, the Welfare Class” in the May 2013 issue. L T This project has been assisted by the Commonwealth Government through the Australia Council, its arts funding and advisory body. Quadrant June 2014 13 P eter S mith The Questionable Equations of Thomas Piketty P aul Krugman, in his review in the New York Review of Books, described Thomas Piketty’s book as a “magnificent sweeping meditation on inequality”. Christopher Croke, writing in the Australian, described it as “magnificent”. Numbers of other laudatory reviews can be found, particularly from those who look at economics from the Left. But from whatever standpoint, the book is a tour de force in its presentation of historical data— clearly painstakingly sourced and constructed by Piketty and his colleagues—on income and wealth going back to the eighteenth century in some cases; across the major countries of Western Europe, and the United States and Canada, and “outlying” countries, including Australia and New Zealand. It will undoubtedly provide a rich source of new data for researchers and PhD students. Unfortunately that is the full extent of its value. Thomas Piketty is a French economist at the Paris School of Economics. From his PhD onwards, obtained at the LSE in the early 1980s, he has specialised in the subject of income and wealth distribution. He spent some time teaching in America at MIT before returning to France. Apparently his work with Emmanuel Saez, a fellow French economist who now teaches at the University of California, Berkeley, provided ammunition for the Occupy Wall Street movement by drawing attention to the wealth and income of the so-called one per cent (“the top centile”). Piketty is on the left side of the political fence and this is evident throughout his book. Nevertheless, numerous digressions aside, his approach is largely analytical rather than polemical. Piketty bases his analysis on what he, at a complete stretch, calls the two fundamental laws of capitalism. The first law is that the share of national Capital in the Twenty-First Century by Thomas Piketty (translated by Arthur Goldhammer) Belknap Press, 2014, 696 pages, US$39.95 14 income flowing to capital (α) is equal to the rate of return on capital (r) multiplied by the ratio of the stock of capital to income (β). Thus α = r × β. I have used the same symbols as in the book. Thankfully, Piketty doesn’t like the intrusion of mathematics into economics, so his resort to algebra is of the simplest kind. If, say, the rate of return on capital is 5 per cent and there is six times as much capital as annual income, then capital’s share of national income will be 30 per cent (6 × 5 per cent); with the balance going to labour (in a simplified world of just capital and labour contributing to the generation of income). The equation is in fact an identity. But it is an identity that Piketty works hard in concert with his second law, covered below, to explain economic forces. In fact, he works his so-called laws much too hard to be at all credible. His first law takes on explanatory power because his scrutiny of the historical data across time and countries points towards the return on capital (r) being relatively constant at around 5 per cent. What this means, if his data and his reading of it are correct, is that the share of national income which accrues to capital largely depends on the size of the capital stock relative to national income. The more the capital stock builds, the less share of national income will go to labour; and as capital is tightly held so inequality will rise. What Piketty finds is that up to the start of the First World War there was growing inequality of wealth. He estimates this reached orders of magnitude of 90 per cent held by the top “decile” and 50 per cent held by the top “centile”. National income (wage income plus the return on capital) was less skewed. In France, for example, he estimates that the top decile received 45 to 50 per cent of national income. At the time, he estimates that the capital stock in France, Britain and Germany stood at between 6.5 to 7 times national income. Hence, of course, by “the first law” meaning that a large proportion of national income accrued to the relatively few owning capital, who could then reinvest the Quadrant June 2014 The Questionable Equations of Thomas Piketty proceeds to further improve their positions. he assumes 1.5 per cent a year—will be insufficient Piketty asks what would have happened if this to create enough income growth to balance the savprocess had played itself out through the twentieth ings rate. The first and second laws will have their century. Could democratic society have survived way. The ratio of capital to income will grow and even more extreme inequalities? We will never produce growing inequality: know, because a number of factors combined in When the rate of return on capital exceeds the first half of the twentieth century to destroy the rate of growth of output and income the capital stock. According to Piketty, two world as it did in the nineteenth century and wars, low savings rates, expropriations and govseems likely to do again in the twenty-first, ernment controls reduced the capital stock by the capitalism automatically generates arbitrary 1950s to only around 2.5 per cent of national income. and unsustainable inequalities that radically Consequently inequality was squeezed. undermine the meritocratic values on which However, Piketty does not see this as the natural democratic societies are based. order of things. As a point of departure he bounces off a paper by Simon Kuznets written in the 1950s: There we have his theory in a nutshell. A fleshier “Economic Growth and Income Inequality”, in which Kuznets suggests that inequality, like a bell part is that as the capital stock and the earnings on curve, will rise as industrialisation takes off but it build, so inheritance will again start forming the decline as people more generally participate in kind of influence on society and on the economy that it had in the eighteenth and industry. Piketty disagrees and sugnineteenth centuries. This will be gests that the recent resurgence of self-perpetuating and will underinequality since the 1970s—though ou can’t assume any delusion that reward is still leaving wealth inequality much that the saving rate mine based on merit. less marked than at the beginand income growth ning of the twentieth century—is here is more to Piketty’s analya portent of things to come in the are independent sis when it comes to the growtwenty-first century, unless countered by government action. It is variables. If the rate ing wages of CEOs and senior executives. I will cover that later, necessary to go to his second funof saving exceeds as I will his solutions for counterdamental law of capitalism. income growth for ing wealth and income inequality. This law says that in the long run the ratio of the capital stock to a period it is more First to the central question: Is there anything amiss with Piketty’s national income (β)—on which, as than likely that analysis of the likely growth in the I have explained above, the share the application relative size of the capital stock and of income going to owners of capiits implications? tal depends—is equal to the perof those savings Within the restrictive theocentage of income that is saved (s) will significantly retical bounds of his model repdivided by the rate of growth in resented by his two laws and by national income (g). Thus β = s/g. lift growth. his assumptions there is no simple Now there numbers of nuances flaw. But—and it is a big but— in the way the components of this equation are defined but these are not so important, complex economic forces cannot be modelled with except to say that the rate of saving is net of capital two simple equations, and therefore the inevitable depreciation. The sense of the equation is straight- implications that he sees on the horizon are far forward enough. If people save a lot then the capital from inevitable. For example, savings can’t go on stock ratio (β) will tend to grow and this will pro- exceeding the growth in income (as represented in duce growing inequality. But the central point that the second law) otherwise we would end up with a Piketty makes is that with any given saving rate, superabundance of capital. As capital grows relalower income growth also lifts β; and Piketty sees tive to labour you would expect to see the price of low growth ahead primarily because of very low to capital fall and so reduce the share of income going to those who own it. zero rates of population growth. Piketty tries to counter this by assuming, on Demography is in fact the variable which he believes may undo the democratic social contract the basis of his interpretation of past data, that by producing insufferable inequality. This is the the elasticity of substitution of capital for labour is case because he believes that per-capita growth of greater than one. Simply put, this means that as its income under even the most optimistic scenarios— price falls by, say, 5 per cent, more than 5 per cent Y T Quadrant June 2014 15 The Questionable Equations of Thomas Piketty more of it will be used in the production process, thus increasing its share of national income. The answer to this is that it is impossible to calculate the elasticity of substitution of such a heterogeneous commodity as aggregate capital. Moreover, common sense points to the elasticity of most components of capital becoming less than one at some early point; otherwise we do end up in an unrealistic world of capital superabundance. Sometimes common sense has to be used to trump untenable economic theories. Piketty also ignores the positive effect of savings on economic growth. He has income growing below the saving rate as being a state of equilibrium (that is, a state which has no tendency to change). But, in fact, saving is likely to be applied to increase growth. You can’t assume that the saving rate and income growth are independent variables. If the rate of saving exceeds income growth for a period it is more than likely that the application of those savings will significantly lift growth. Milton Friedman (in Free to Choose) says it well: “The accumulation of physical capital ... has played an essential role in economic growth.” A more general case against the two laws is that they operate only in the way described if it is assumed that the shape and extent of technological progress don’t shake things up in unforeseeable ways and if the competitive and regulatory landscape stays as is. Once scope is allowed for unpredictable technological progress and the possibility of substantial product and labour market deregulation (not of course mentioned by Piketty) per capita income growth might well exceed expectations. Additionally, technological progress, as well as increasing economic growth, is often responsible for the obsolescence of chunks of the existing capital stock; which would, of course, reduce the share of income going to capital. In fact, it seems likely that part of the reason for the relative decline in the capital stock in the twentieth century was because of rapid technological innovations. I could go on but, in short, Piketty’s thesis does not survive realworld scrutiny. Piketty’s two laws do not explain the complex economic forces underlying the progress of capitalism and simply can’t be used to predict the future. It is simplistic to think otherwise. It is also noticeable that Piketty fails to address the upsurge in well-spread prosperity since the Second World War that has accompanied a period of more or less stable inequality and then increasing inequality since the middle of 1970s. After all, isn’t it much more important that society becomes more prosperous than more equal? Sometimes you might be forgiven for thinking that those on the Left value equality 16 over prosperity. It is understandable why Piketty worries about patrimony becoming a gradually more important factor in enshrining wealth among the relatively few. This is particularly the case if you are mentally occupying the languid worlds created by Austen and Balzac to which he occasionally refers. But we are not in that world. To quote Friedman again: “Without the maintenance of inherited capital the gains made by one generation would be dissipated by the next.” It doesn’t matter how people acquire wealth, everyone has the potential of gain, if it is used either directly or indirectly, via investments in stocks and bonds, to increase the productive capacity of the economy. Gina Rinehart is a good case in point but many others could be identified. A s a completely separate matter Piketty examines the sharp rise in executive income since the 1980s. This has meant that while inequality of wealth is still far less than it was one hundred years ago income inequality has, more or less, returned to its former level. He notes that the rise in executive income has been especially acute in the Englishspeaking countries, with America leading the way; and that this trend will have a compounding effect on wealth inequality. He says nothing about bloated public service salaries. Valiantly, Piketty makes a show of assessing whether the very large incomes and bonuses paid to senior executives of large corporations can be explained by marginal productivity. In economics wages (and the rewards to other factors of production) are supposed to be anchored in marginal productivity. Quite simply businesses maximise their profits by hiring people up until the value they add to profit comes close to their wages. Businesses in fact have no way of making such fine calculations. Nevertheless, the theory of marginal productivity expresses a matter of truth in so far as businesses that manage, by one means or another, to act in accordance with the theory do in fact maximise their profits. It is a benchmark and a valuable economics pedagogical device. Not surprisingly though, and as he rightly should, Piketty rejects any connection between marginal productivity and the payment of multi-million-dollar incomes and bonuses. He concludes that the upsurge in executive rewards can be best explained by executives having greater incentives to negotiate harder for more pay if the government extracts far less of it in tax. He notes, for example, in contrast to the stability of the top income tax rates in France and Germany (50 to 60 per cent) that the top rates in the USA and Britain fell after 1980 from between 80 and 90 per Quadrant June 2014 The Questionable Equations of Thomas Piketty the primary purpose of the capital [global cent to between 30 and 40 per cent, with Reagan wealth] tax is not to finance the social state but bringing the US rate down to 28 per cent in 1986. to regulate capitalism. The goal first is to reduce Executive rewards these days can be confronting inequality of wealth, and the second to impose for those of us not earning them. But we need to get effective regulation on the financial and banking above it. The sporting arena can be instructive. Sir system in order to avoid crises. Alex Ferguson, the former manager of Manchester United, retired last year. He was the most successPiketty’s view is that the authorities need much ful manager in English football history. He was reportedly paid the equivalent of $14 million a more extensive information on holdings and flows year. He was replaced by David Moyse, reportedly of wealth in order to control the financial system. paid $9 million, who has just been sacked after ten He believes that a global wealth tax regime would months of a very unsuccessful tenure. You could say perforce produce that information. I threw in the in retrospect that Moyse was overpaid. But was Sir extended quote on the second goal of the wealth Alex? So far as I know, no one has made that claim. tax to illustrate that Piketty strays a good deal from If a second Ferguson were to come along I am fairly his central subject at times, often into polemical confident that he could command an even higher territory. There is quite a lot of left-wing polemical stuff salary than Sir Alex. Now business is not altogether like sport. But in the book: on global warming; on the need to there is a world of difference between, say, Coles redistribute petroleum revenues in the Middle East; falling behind Woolworths or keeping pace or on the need to reduce income inequality among nations; on “new forms of property edging ahead. Obviously any numand democratic control of capitalber of businesses could be used as ism”; on seats for workers on the examples. Boards and shareholdapitalism will boards of companies; on new forms ers will be prepared to pay a very continue to make of participation and governance; large salary to the person who they on the “ideal society”; and so on. the world more think will bring success. Failure, as However, while this stuff nails in sport, is painful and costly. It prosperous. A freer Piketty’s colours to the mast, with needs to be imprinted in the minds capitalism would Marx also given twenty mentions, of those on the Left that first-rate businesses regularly become sec- bring more prosperity his thesis remains the analytical one that capitalism has a “logical conond-rate businesses or go out of business, usually because of poor still. If along the way tradiction very close to what Marx management. some do much better described”. That contradiction is capitalism consists in building Global competition is now than others it is a that up capital and in so doing creates much more cut-throat than it ever small price to pay. potentially destructive inequality. was in the sedate past when techAt one level Piketty has provided nology moved more slowly and a valuable compendium of historiwhen transport costs and tariffs insulated domestic industries. That, I think, is the cal data. However, that would not have sold well, or most important reason why managerial rewards caused a stir. His polemical thoughts on new forms have skyrocketed. Higher top tax rates might have of capitalism and democracy, and so on, are banal to a dampening effect but is it likely that ways would say the least. No, what makes his book “interesting” be found to circumvent more onerous tax rules, as are his two interrelated laws purportedly determinthey have in the past. Provided high rewards are ing the path of capitalism and its almost inevitable not extracted at the point of a gun or by threats and creation, left to its own devices, of untenable wealth intimidation we should all keep calm and swallow inequality. As I explained above, the complexity of an our envy. evolving technology-based market economy caniketty’s solution to growing inequality whether not be captured by two simple equations comprisof wealth or income is, in a word, taxation— ing a few aggregates. Piketty’s thesis is simplistic, certainly high progressive income taxes and inheri- and therefore none of his proposals to tax capital tance taxes but, most importantly, he argues for a and control the economy are well-based. His whole global annual wealth tax. He concedes that this will thesis is economic naivety writ large. I expect freebe almost near impossible to put in place but sug- market academic economists will do a thorough job gests that it could be approached gradually region of dismantling it—if, of course, they think it worthwhile. In the meantime, for example, two brief by region. He maintains that: C P Quadrant June 2014 17 The Questionable Equations of Thomas Piketty commentaries by Hunter Lewis and Peter Klein in the Mises Daily give Piketty’s theory the short shrift it deserves among free market economists. Why then, you might ask, would numerous renowned economists reviewing this book think it profound? Why would they think that capitalism and its future can be explained by a few aggregate variables and two simple equations? The answer is unfortunately without mystery. They are probably the same economists who live in the equally simplistic world of aggregates created by Keynes. Hayek aptly called this kind of economic thinking the pretence of knowledge when none in fact exists. We can relax. Capitalism will continue to make the world more prosperous. A freer capitalism would bring more prosperity still. If along the way some do much better than others it is a small price to pay. I will finish with a quote from Hayek (from “The Atavism of Social Justice”) which I am confident no one on the Left will comprehend: The market process ... corresponds to the definition of a game ... It is a contest played according to rules and decided by superior skill, strength or good fortune. It is ... both a game of skill as well as a game of chance. Above all, it is a game which serves to elicit from each player the highest worthwhile contribution to the common pool from which each will win an uncertain share. Peter Smith wrote “How Money Has Changed, and Why It Matters” in the May issue. His book Bad Economics was published recently by Connor Court. An invitation to goosestep for Rob and RV Wanna goosestep with me? he says with a grin. Wanna what? Arms around shoulder and waist we step one, two, three, and give a high-legged, knees-locked kick to unwind the hefty roll of silver oblongs attached to the old gate post. We march until a hinge-joint ribbon glints on the ground beside star pickets and wire strands, ready to be stood, strained and tied into a fence that will keep stock in or out. His stride longer than mine, I soft shoe shuffle to maintain the pace, ill-prepared for can-can kicks, ill-shod in garden clogs that catch and threaten to trip and thus upend us both. We pause to correct the netting’s course and the rhythm resumes one, two, three, kick. This is the way, he says, your Dad and I (my dad long gone, a man bound to clients and the courts who welcomed farm hand duties on weekends) This is the way your dad and I did it but without arms linked, he says with a wink, savouring now, as then, working outdoors and a tick on the list at the end of the day. 18 Quadrant June 2014 Robyn Lance The Murray: A Tribute When reading a poem by Ian Mudie who wrote The Murray’s single flow points no swift moral for meandering hearts, in his Glory of the Sun we caught a glimpse that day into another’s memory bank. Ian Mayelston Mudie, born in nineteen eleven had the right idea of the spirit of his place, his Alcheringa. His ashes were scattered some place on the Murray River in nineteen seventy seven. We remembered the Murray at Mannum. The hired houseboat, eight friends—four couples late in life; who journeyed from all over interstate by airplane, car and caravan, to reignite the yarns of youth. Friends forever or so it seems. To eat, sleep, drink, laugh and scoop up memories, seeing past wrinkles, crinkles around eyes, to be together one more time. But not the last time together. We knew that it could never be exactly repeated with just these days of soft arrivals. The willows, greening the Murray’s banks, where anchors and ropes would secure our floating house, perhaps where Sturt’s oars dip in Murray’s tide. The thrums, croaks and clicks of night-time, bedtime, in a two-storied pleasure palace, lulled to sleep, serenaded by natural musicians. Wine settled in our individual en-suite cabins two up, two down, with a spa bath in the middle upper deck where the ladies would soak while the men would laugh, accepting this boon, and tell their straight-faced tales of glory without threats of contradiction. You don’t look a day too old, you are … just right, (in delight) Oh my! You devil you … Came the time to leave and go our separate ways into days of reflection, we knew we could safely bank memorable memories, satisfactions, our last transactions. This year, God willing, from Queensland, there will be more water flowing down to Mannum. And the green willows will watch the rushing flow, the slow seeping of greening, spreading across arid dry country, returning to memories, acknowledgment of lives well lived. The Murray’s single flow … Quadrant June 2014 Marilyn Peck 19 K er ry n P holi Mona and the Rich Old White Males ... the people who go on the most about freedom of expression and it’s my right to say this and my right to say that are usually old rich white men who parade under the term libertarian ... ... this is actually all about the free market. This is why I am bringing in the rich old white men ... It’s about who has money and we’ve come to a stage where freedom of expression is bought by money. It’s the market. I don’t have $6000 to go and spend on an ad. I don’t have rich—you know, rich, old, white men who are racist who are going to provide the money for this. —Mona Eltahawy, Q&A, March 31, in response to the government’s proposed changes to section 18C of the Racial Discrimination Act L ike the award-winning Egyptian-American columnist and international public speaker Mona Eltahawy, I am not especially rich. Nor am I old, or particularly “white”, or a man. Despite these crippling disadvantages, I have had many opportunities to express my political views, and it has not cost me a cent. It is simply not true to say that you need deep pockets to fund your participation in public debate— although if you act outside the law in the course of your political self-expression, you might need substantial resources to fund your legal defence. If you defame an individual in making your political point, then you might need very deep pockets indeed. Or, if your self-expression entails damaging another’s property (as in Mona’s case, when she spray-painted over a subway advertisement that she believed to be racist) then you may face expensive legal consequences. If you can express yourself clearly and persuasively, however, you do not need to be a rich old white male (a “ROWM”) to have your say. Nor should you need to resort to defamation, vandalism, abusive slogans (such as “F**k Tony Abbott” T-shirts) or BDS-type campaigns in order to express a valid political point as a free citizen. “Aha!” says a hypothetical Mona. “But Andrew Bolt defamed and abused a number of Aboriginal 20 people in order to make his political point. Doesn’t that mean his point was not valid?” If they had chosen to do so, the Aboriginal litigants might have brought a case of defamation against Bolt, though the case might not have been successful. The civil wrong of defamation was not the test that was applied to Bolt’s actions, however. It did not need to be proven that he had defamed anyone for a guilty verdict to be found, because we have a deeply stupid law that governs our political self-expression. Section 18C of the Racial Discrimination Act strives to ensure that the rich white kids play nicely in the political sandpit with the poor, brownish-coloured kids. In the Bolt case, it was decided that Andrew was being a meanie when he made fun of the Aboriginal gang’s sandcastle, so he was made to say sorry to Pat Eatock and her friends. Some might argue that this in fact demonstrates the value of laws such as section 18C, in ensuring a degree of civility in political discourse, and in lending a more equitable degree of political power to non-ROWMs. I would argue instead that this positions the state as Supreme Childcare Worker, compelling adult citizens to hold hands and sing mindlessly in unison. Suppression of freedom of political expression does not give vulnerable or marginalised people a greater degree of political power—it simply makes children of us all. If you feel you must break a sensible law to make your political point, or invoke a stupid law (such as section 18C) to suppress an opposing political view, perhaps this does not so much demonstrate that you are a victim of an unjust system, but rather that the position you have adopted is untenable. Of course, there are exceptions. Acts of civil disobedience have been instrumental in the repeal of unjust laws such as those enforcing racial segregation in the USA. Civil disobedience can also highlight the need for legislative and policy responses to support vulnerable groups, such as actions taken to promote legal and material protection for women escaping domestic violence, before there was recognition that such Quadrant June 2014 Mona and the Rich Old White Males a problem existed or acknowledgment that women should not have to put up with it. (Such actions achieved success through engaging with and gaining the support of ROWMs; not through sitting around complaining about their existence.) But to suggest that some of us are so powerless that we need to break the law, behave outrageously or silence the views of others in order to exercise our right to self-expression is plain silliness. to expect the state to intervene to level the playing field of political self-expression. All we can do is sharpen our pencils, apply our intellect, express our views as coherently as possible, and deal with any consequences in our personal lives as best we can. So yes, it would be nice to be one of these rich and powerful people that Eltahawy has such a problem with, because then I could spend my time freely doing and saying whatever I wanted, with fewer repercussions. Or perhaps it would be nice to be one am not an award-winning journalist like Mona of Eltahawy’s “old” people, speaking my mind from Eltahawy, but I understand the difference between the safety of retirement. Would there be the same “equal rights” and “equal access”. Eltahawy conflates level of interest in my opinions on free speech if I the right to freedom of expression with access to a were a ROWM, rather than a “person of colour”? megaphone to broadcast one’s views—confusing the Probably not. right to speak with a right to be heard by an audiMona might argue that this is precisely the probence. The former must be a universal right, while the lem; that my access to political expression is not so latter cannot be a universal entitlement, or the world much due to my ability to express myself clearly and would be a very noisy place indeed. Eltahawy is persuasively, but because the views I am expresshardly the only journalist who feels ing as a “non-white” person are to she herself deserves more time on the liking of powerful ROWMs. It the megaphone, and she is not alone been suggested that “non-white ll we can do is has in feeling that some other journalpeople” who support the proposed sharpen our pencils, changes to section 18C must be ists receive too much airtime. The power dynamics within a particular apply our intellect, moral degenerates or self-loathing profession and a particular industry aspiring to “whiteness” express our views as sad-sacks, do not necessarily mirror the politiand craving the acknowledgment, cal landscape as a whole; although coherently as possible, validation and acceptance of “white again, Mona Eltahawy would cerin particular. and deal with any people”—ROWMs tainly not be the first journalist to Up to this point I have refrained consequences in presume that her world is the world. from engaging with the diagnoses Eltahawy says that “freedom of offered by amateur psychoanalysts our personal lives expression is bought by money”. In to explain my own political selfas best we can. some ways I agree, though perhaps expression—diagnoses ranging not as Mona intended. It can be from “depressed” and “deeply disdifficult to manage the impact of turbed” and “low intelligence” to one’s participation in political debate upon one’s “attention seeking”, “pandering to the rednecks” and private life and livelihood. We may be able to say “merely angling for a plum job with a right-wing almost anything we like, but most of us still need think-tank”. I am addressing it now because I am to turn up to work on Monday morning. When sick of the high-handed racism of those who assume you express a political point of view, the first thing any “non-white” person who refuses to be patronised everyone wants to know is which institute, lobby must be insane, stupid or corrupt. group or think-tank you represent. Such interest is a It is probably pointless for me to argue the boon for the journalist and the professional opinion- reasons why I don’t believe that I—or any of my maker, but not so great for the ordinary working “non-white” colleagues in this cause—am particuperson who just wants to have his or her say, because larly mad or especially dumb, as anything I say will our employers are (understandably) uncomfortable inevitably be taken as further evidence of my insanwith any implied political associations that might ity or stupidity by people determined to believe this affect public perceptions of their business. Rather to be so. But the suggestion that “non-whites” who than say that freedom of expression is bought by money, support freedom of expression and the repeal of secit may be more accurate to say that the degree of tion 18C are, in fact, consorting with the ROWM freedom we enjoy to express ourselves is subject enemy in exchange for personal gain at the expense to the constraints imposed by our personal and of their coloured brethren cannot go uncontested. professional circumstances. It makes no sense to Of course, almost everyone is too well-bred (or blame those with more wealth or personal freedom perhaps too poorly-read) to utter the words “Uncle for the inherent unfairness of life, nor is it sensible Tom”, but that’s the insinuation. I A Quadrant June 2014 21 Mona and the Rich Old White Males Apparently my support for freedom of speech industry that is heavily influenced by the interests would suggest that I either have a penchant for of ROWMs. Her livelihood depends directly on wealthy, Caucasian male senior citizens, or that the her ability and willingness to say things that meet ROWMs have something that I want—and that I the approval of ROWMs, and the things that meet can get it from them by engaging in some public their approval are no doubt those things that sell bootlicking. Let’s start with the appalling sugges- newspapers or attract clicks, and that will sit comtion that I might express certain views to secure fortably with advertisers. validation from “white people”. It simply makes no Mona is probably right to complain that the free sense, given that I have cheerfully said things that market is a problem for her freedom of expression I knew would annoy a lot of so-called white people, as a journalist, particularly if she is producing mateand plenty of brownish-coloured people too. Clearly rial that too few people are interested in paying I do not crave the esteem of every white person sim- for. She may also be right to express concern that ply because they are white (whatever “white” is sup- market forces sometimes compromise the ability of posed to mean anyway). That leaves us with Rich, the fourth estate to hold our institutions to account, Old and Male. with quality investigative journalism losing ground I think we can safely assume that by “Old”, to cheaper, easily digestible opinion pieces and infoEltahawy does not refer to impoverished and mar- tainment. It is not clear, however, how Eltahawy’s ginalised pensioners living in boardprofessional frustrations demoning houses and nursing homes. strate that free markets somehow Rather, Eltahawy’s “Old” denotes isgruntled activist- inhibit the ability of individual citiseniority, venerability, conservatism zens to express their views, or that journalists might and authority. While those benefits freedom of political expression is a of ageing sound like nice things to prefer us to believe right that is unfairly distributed to have, I am in no hurry to claim my favour ROWMs. It is also not clear that we are neither how share. With respect, they can keep maintaining a law that limits their “Old”. Now we are left with free nor competent to freedom of expression and that dis“Rich” and “Male”. courages journalists from engaging express our views for in The ROWMs can keep “Male” certain important policy debates ourselves—because is supposed to improve the situation. as well. I do not envy the supposed benefits of being male—which is then we must look to ltahawy’s assertion that freejust as well, given that I have no dom of political self-expression hope of ever sharing in any such them to speak, protest, is open only to ROWMs sounds benefits. And so that leaves “Rich”, vandalise, hector, like the complaint of a diswhich is the one quality it is hard bully and obfuscate more gruntled journalist than a political not to envy. I would certainly like on our behalf. activist’s call to arms. I am sure she to have more money, and it would would happily accept the support perhaps be nice to have come from of any ROWMs who happened a class and cultural background that supported educational and career achievement, gen- to agree with her point of view, just as I gratefully teel manners and straight teeth. Yet while wealth accept the support of anyone—ROWMs or othermay be enviable, I do not need to espouse certain wise—who agrees with my own views. I do not need political views or to please ROWMs in any way in anyone else’s material or moral support in order to order to sustain myself, because I have a job. It is a express my political views freely—none of us do. good thing that I do not depend on the esteem of However, the support of influential others affords ROWMs for my livelihood, since they have been me greater access to a megaphone than I would very slow to offer me any material rewards for my otherwise enjoy. These influential others provide me activities, and I receive no financial benefit from with this access because they like what I have to say; and because I am a “non-white” person, my views spending time in their company. I am in the fortunate position of being relatively can sometimes have more political impact than free to express certain political views if and when when ROWMs say the same things themselves. Yet I want to, regardless of whether my views please despite their awesome power, the ROWMs cannot anybody else. I say I am “relatively free” because I save me from making an idiot of myself. When I am still subject to the constraints of time, personal take up the megaphone, I do so in the full knowlresources and consideration for the codes of conduct edge that my expressed opinions will stand or fall that govern my employment. Eltahawy is in a dif- according to their merits. The ROWMs might be ferent position. As a journalist, she belongs to an able to give me some guidance and grant me access D E 22 Quadrant June 2014 Mona and the Rich Old White Males to an audience, but they cannot make my arguments more valid or protect me from my audience’s reactions. If my engagement in debate over freedom of speech and section 18C is driven by a servile and grasping “Uncle Tom”-like intention, then I would have to be very stupid indeed, since grovelling to ROWMs actually brings minimal personal gain. In asserting that “the people who go on the most about freedom of expression ... are usually old, rich, white men who parade under the term libertarian”, Mona Eltahawy has got it backwards. The people who go on the most about freedom of expression can be loosely gathered under the term “libertarian”. Some of us are old, but not all of us. Some of us are well-off, but not all of us—and the well-off amongst us are not feared or resented for being more powerful, but are simply valued for being more useful. We are various shades of flesh colour, and there are two genders (at least) represented within our numbers. The business of speaking up in defence of freedom of speech—or in defence of any other political position—is not a closed shop, with access only open to rich, old, white males. We are fortunate to live in a country where political expression and participation are open to any who are willing to apply themselves to the task of expressing a clear and coherent opinion. Those of us who are not particularly wealthy, accomplished, well-bred or distinguished are just as capable of applying ourselves to this task, though some of us may require more practice and guidance to hone our skills. Disgruntled activist-journalists might prefer us to believe that we are neither free nor competent to express our views for ourselves—because then we must look to them to speak, protest, vandalise, hector, bully and obfuscate on our behalf. I remain wary of anyone—whether governments, journalists or activists—who tells me that my ability to engage in political debate as a free and equal citizen is impaired by my gender, my “race”, my age, my income, my class background, or any other personal characteristic. I am especially wary of those who would encourage me to view members of a particular social group (such as “rich, old white males”) in blanket terms of dominance and oppression, rather than as a source of potential allies in effecting social and political change. Kerryn Pholi wrote “Silencing Dissent Inside the Aboriginal Industry” in the December 2012 issue. Wedding car For your wedding we hired a 1926 Nash in deep forest green, straight sides like corsets pressed in and then some more (the curved cars on the road looked askance as if Rasputin had appeared among them severe and poisonous and prim). A white ribbon ran from the chauffeur’s window to the flying naked lady. The wheel spokes gleamed and measured each revolution like time and though, today, someone else will ride in it you are both still there on the back seat with its sense of discipline, its stuffing of horsehair not foam, your bouquet reflecting the subdued light from the back window as if it has thrown and caught itself. Elizabeth Smither Quadrant June 2014 23 M erv y n F. B endle The Imperialist War That Wasn’t A century ago socialism was going to save the world. War was a product of capitalism, socialists claimed, and as international tensions ebbed and flowed they insisted that united action by the international proletariat would make any such conflagration impossible. This proved a tragic delusion but it gave rise to a myth about the origins of the Great War that continues to have great influence on the Left and throughout academia and popular culture. Consequently, for nearly a century the Anzac tradition has been undermined by the false assertion that the bloody sacrifices of the war were merely episodes in an imperialist conflict that achieved nothing at the cost of many young lives. In fact this simplistic and nihilist view is a carefully cultivated leftist falsehood whose origins lie in the fierce ideological struggles over the nature and destiny of capitalism, imperialism and socialism that consumed the international Left in the decades leading up to the war, and in the Marxist-Leninist orthodoxy that emerged after the war with the triumph of the Bolsheviks in the Russian Revolution. That victory saw the establishment of the Communist International, which operated under the close supervision of V.I. Lenin, the leader of the new Soviet Union, and quickly achieved political, financial and ideological domination over the world’s communist parties. As earlier analyses, and a new study, Secret Cables of the Comintern, 1933– 1943, by Fridrikh I. Firsov, Harvey Klehr and John Earl Haynes, demonstrate, the Comintern set out to entrench the idea that the Soviet Union and the international communist movement were champions of peace and opponents of capitalism and imperialism, which were portrayed as the sole sources of conflict and war. This campaign plunged so deeply into mendacity that the German and other communist parties were even instructed to unite with the Nazis “for the struggle against imperialism and war [and] for peace and socialism”, as the Comintern sought to portray Nazi Germany as a positive force for world peace opposing the “imperialist” West at 24 the outbreak of the Second World War. At the time of the Great War, the principal text was Lenin’s 1917 manifesto, Imperialism, the Highest Stage of Capitalism, “the New Testament of Marxism-Leninism”, as David Shub described it in Lenin: A Biography (1966). Lenin’s book was a highly derivative work that departed in major ways from traditional Marxist analysis but nevertheless provided the doctrinal capstone to the Old Testament canon of Marx and Engels, purporting to reveal the apocalyptic destiny of capitalism, and becoming “one of the most influential opinions in today’s world”, as Adam Ulam recognised in Lenin and the Bolsheviks (1969). It was a radical jeremiad depicting “an aggressive, bloodthirsty, racist, immoral capitalist class [exploiting nationalism and militarism] to annex the world and subdue its major competitors”, as Christopher Read observes in Lenin (2005). Despite its manifest inadequacies, Lenin’s theory of imperialism has flourished as a foundational conviction of leftist ideology, colouring every area of academic and cultural debate, including history, sociology, politics, legal studies, radical environmentalism, and literature, which its contemporary versions have themselves colonised as “post-colonial theory”. According to Lenin, the war was an inevitable part of the international class struggle and was to be welcomed as the opening phase in the final crisis of capitalism. As he declared in Imperialism, the war of 1914–18 was imperialistic (that is, an annexationist, predatory, plunderous war) on the part of both sides; it was a war for the division of the world, for the partition and repartition of colonies, [into] spheres of influence of finance capital. Millions were sacrificed merely “to decide whether the British or German group of financial marauders is to receive the most booty”. Such Quadrant June 2014 The Imperialist War That Wasn’t simplistic claims were patently wrong and are social democrats produced only exasperation, and entertained by no reputable historians: for example, that no one paid much attention to the “little man Paul Ham in 1914: The Year the World Ended (2013) with the narrow eyes, rusty beard, and monotone states explicitly that “Colonial rivalry between voice, forever explaining with exact and glacial Germany, Britain and France did not lead to war”, politeness the traditional Marxist formulas”. while Max Hastings, in Catastrophe: Europe Goes to Increasingly isolated in Zurich, Lenin became War 1914 (2013) makes no mention of imperialism a shrill and desperate figure, driven to accost Herr at all. Nobse, the editor of a socialist newspaper, in the Lenin’s interpretation became the orthodox street, grabbing him by the arm to explain “the opinion on the Left because of the power of the inevitability of a world revolution”, as his deeply Comintern in the crucial post-war decades, and embarrassed wife recalls in Shub’s account. Moved because the thesis of a predatory, imperialistic to tears by the episode, she described how Lenin, West became essential to Marxism-Leninism, the “with his trembling hand fastened on the button state ideology of the Soviet Union, devised to legit- of Nobse’s overcoat, trying to convince the man of imise its hegemonic role in international commu- the soundness of his position, looked very tragic”, nism. It was reasserted vigorously a “great white polar bear from the during the Vietnam War period Russian north”, imprisoned by the when it was adopted by the New ignorance those who refused to enin was certain accept his ofapocalyptic Left in the universities to become message of he had grasped the Marxist redemption. a bedrock assumption that is still present throughout the humanities Lenin’s messianic ideological truth about the and social sciences. struggle had begun years before inevitable trajectory and it was a conf lict fought on efore the Bolshevik coup d’état of history, and several fronts. On the theoretical fortuitously made Lenin the level he was concerned that traditook heart from the tional first dictator of the Soviet Union, Marxism didn’t account for carnage of the war, the failure of the Western working he was a peripatetic Marxist theoretician and cantankerous activist convinced it presaged class to sink into economic misery on the far left of the socialist moveand assume its pre-ordained role as a continental class the ment. Continually on the run from Revolutionary Subject of the the Tsarist secret police, and deeply final phase of history. Neither did war and made the immersed in the conspiratorial it have much to say about the shift communist apocalypse from industrial to finance capital world of international socialism, he inevitable. waged an endless ideological and in the advanced societies or about political campaign against other the world-transforming emergence revolutionary luminaries for the of imperialism. Nor did it identify doctrinal soul of communism. This rivalry became an unambiguous place in the revolutionary scheme all the more intense as the war seemed to herald for politically and economically backward nations the final apocalyptic end of bourgeois civilisation like Russia. For Lenin, his theory of imperialism and the advent of the communist utopia, in which provided solutions to these problems. the last great leadership role in human history was At the political level, Lenin was consumed with there to be taken by those, like Lenin, who were the desire to preserve the revolutionary purity of eager to play the messiah. the communist movement, ensuring that it did not Unfortunately for Lenin, his evangel wasn’t succumb to what he saw as reformist opportunism getting across. He was certain he had grasped the or the illusions of bourgeois parliamentarianism, truth about the inevitable trajectory of history, and promoted especially in Germany. Above all, he took heart from the carnage of the war, convinced insisted most vehemently on the historically cruit presaged a continental class war and made the cial role to be played by the revolutionary vanguard communist apocalypse inevitable. Nevertheless, operating on the Bolshevik model—that is, a milihis messianic proclivities, lifelong intellectual tant elite bound tightly together under a central arrogance, irascibility, impatience and intolerance leadership dominated by himself, and dedicated of other opinions had left him politically margin- utterly to pushing through the revolution when the alised. As Barbara Tuchman recounts in The Proud messianic moment arrived. Tower (1966), the president of the Second (Socialist) All of these issues crystallised with the outbreak International, Emile Vandervelde, observed how of the Great War, which created an unprecedented Lenin’s denunciation of his fellow communists and crisis in the world socialist movement because it L B Quadrant June 2014 25 The Imperialist War That Wasn’t revealed that a foundational principle of its existence—proletarian internationalism—was an illusion. This assumption about the cross-border solidarity of the working class had been an item of faith since the first Socialist International was formed in 1864 and persisted after it collapsed in 1876. It lived on within the far more powerful Second International, formed in 1889, and played an important political role until 1916 when that organisation also collapsed. Both Internationals refused to credit the power of nationalism and insisted that, when the moment of military crisis came, the workers would always look beyond mere national loyalties to their true class interests and that this would make a major war between industrialised nations impossible. The sad tale of the Second International and the approach of war can largely be told in terms of its various congresses. There, the inevitable debates on militarism and war ensured that the tensions within the movement would always be highlighted. Throughout its history the International struggled to manage two fundamentally irreconcilable forces. On one hand it retained an absolute commitment at the ideological level to the ideal of proletarian internationalism; while on the other it recognised the need to tread carefully on the issue in the realm of practical politics, where nationalism and patriotism attracted great support across all classes. It was never able intellectually to confront the implications of this contradiction between the ideological idealism that it professed and the political reality that it actually had to deal with. Lenin’s intransigent extremism always exacerbated this tension: he regarded international proletarian solidarity as a given, but wasn’t interested in preventing an outbreak of war; rather he welcomed it as inevitable in an imperialist era and believed it could be transformed into a continental civil war between classes, overthrowing capitalism and bringing forth the communist utopia. He therefore had nothing but contempt for pacifism and his greatest fear was that the war would finish before it could be transformed into revolution. He promoted his view relentlessly during the many conferences held by the Left, even sending his wife and mistress to those held for socialist women and communist youth that he couldn’t himself attend. There they argued his case while he hovered nearby to direct their tactics, “firing off instructions at every juncture and ensuring that … his trusty delegates split the conference, overriding the largely pacifist sentiments of the women gathered there by propounding Lenin’s highly inflammatory calls for revolution and civil war”, as Helen Rappaport recounts in Conspirator: Lenin in Exile (2010). 26 I nternational tensions were high when the massive 1907 Congress of the Second International convened in Stuttgart. Attended by 886 delegates from twenty-five nations, it struggled desperately to produce a workable policy on war and militarism, with debate lasting for six days, dominated by the French and German delegations. The French were divided, with one faction supporting the position that every country’s proletariat had the right to defend its national sovereignty in the event of aggression, while the other insisted that it was the duty of the working class to use every means available, including protests, strikes and insurrections, to prevent war. The German delegation dismissed such posturing as delusional and not even discussible in Germany where the Social Democratic Party (SPD) faced the ever-present threat that it could be fined or banned and its leaders imprisoned if it sufficiently irritated Kaiser Wilhelm’s militaristic regime. The final resolution at Stuttgart was carefully worded to avoid provoking the regime or alienating popular support. War was condemned as the inevitable result of the fierce global competition between capitalist nations supported by “national prejudices systematically cultivated in the interests of the ruling classes”. The replacement of standing armies by democratic militias of “the armed people” was proposed as “an effective means for making aggressive wars impossible”. Should war nevertheless threaten or break out, the working class was entreated to “do all they can [using whatever] means which appear to them most efficacious”, to ensure peace. True to form, Lenin, supported by the ultra-radical Rosa Luxemburg, had a revolutionary rider added to the resolution, stipulating that in the event of war socialists were to exploit the situation “to hasten the breakdown of the predominance of the capitalist class”. A similar story unfolded at the Copenhagen Congress in 1910, which confirmed the existing policy but added a tentative and ponderous addendum that member parties “shall consider whether a general strike should not be proclaimed if necessary in order to prevent the crime of war”. Even this worried the German delegates, who feared the SPD might have its funds confiscated and that they might be prosecuted for treason. Four years and various special congresses and conferences later, the issue had still not been resolved although the ideal of proletarian internationalism still prevailed as a fundamental article of faith. And so, as the war was about to explode in 1914, Lenin expected even the reformist SPD to oppose it, “if for no other reason than for fear the working class will rise up against them” if they did Quadrant June 2014 The Imperialist War That Wasn’t otherwise, as Shub relates. As it turned out, the SPD did the opposite, following the other socialist parties and supporting their national governments, voting for military credits in the Reichstag, while the masses embraced the war, exposing the vacuity of “socialist internationalism”. Lenin was so dumbfounded by these events that he insisted that the copy of the paper in which he read the news must have been a forgery concocted by the German General Staff to mislead important revolutionaries like him. The truth was that he was far more preoccupied with abstract theory than with the terrible slaughter going on daily at the front: he never was able to identify with human suffering in all its brutal reality but only with the collective masses in an abstract way. Nevertheless, he felt compelled to denounce the “bourgeois pacifist shitheads” attending the Zimmerwald conference and proposed a resolution calling for an immediate European-wide class war to be conducted under the direction of a new ith the war under way, Lenin expounded revolutionary international organisation. This was his own intransigent position in October rejected in favour of a far less inflammatory call for 1914. According to “The War and Russian Social peace without annexations or indemnities, and selfDemocracy”, the conflict was one for which “the determination for the peoples of Europe, without governments and the bourgeois parties of all coun- specifying what this might entail. Lenin attended the next confertries [had] been preparing for decence at Kienthal in April 1916 as a ades”, and it had been caused by “the growth of armaments, the extreme ukharin argued leader of what had become known as the “Zimmerwald Left”. This intensification of the struggle for that the proletariat radical faction insisted that the markets in the latest—the imperihad been bought war had been caused by imperialalist—stage of capitalist developrivalry, and that all attempts to ment”. This, in turn, involved the off by higher wages ist end it were counter-revolutionary “seizure of territory and subjugaand the illusion of because they perpetuated the illution of other nations, the ruining of competing nations, and the plunder democracy, and that sion that it was possible for capitalism to exist without war. The of their wealth” in order to bribe and pacify the proletariat, and cor- the true revolutionary correct position was to nurture the revolutionary consciousness that rupt or exterminate its leadership. potential lay on arise out of wartime misery The only hope for peace lay with the periphery of the would and pursue the internationalist goal the revolutionary vanguard exposing the true reasons for the war and imperialist system, in of the “unification of socialist peoleading the workers in “a civil war the colonial regions. ples” through global class war. The only peace program that revolutionagainst the bourgeoisie both of its aries should promote was one that ‘own’ and ‘foreign’ countries”, as he put it to emphasise the supposed transnational called upon the proletariat to turn their guns on loyalty of the proletariat. According to Lenin, the their common enemy—the capitalist governments workers dragooned into the trenches should turn that had brought the war about, and their militaristheir guns against their officers, unite in a revolu- tic minions. Meanwhile, Lenin’s relentless campaigning had tionary uprising, and transform the conflict into a brought him to the attention of German military continental class war. After a year of war, leading left-wing socialists intelligence, which saw him as an asset in destagathered in Zimmerwald, Switzerland, in September bilising the Russian war effort, and they were pre1915, in the first of three conferences convened over pared to fund Bolshevik subversion. According to the next two years to co-ordinate opposition to the Rappaport: conflict. In a gesture of solidarity the French and Russia, they knew, was the weakest link in German delegations submitted a joint declaration the Triple Entente. As for Lenin himself, that the war was caused by the imperialist policies capitulation to Germany was perfectly acceptable of all governments and therefore wasn’t the affair … if it precipitated the end of Tsarism in Russia, of the workers. Lenin had spent the previous six which he believed was a “hundred times worse months on holiday in the Swiss Alps, hiking, baththan Kaiserism”. ing nude in the rivers, cycling, and “picking berries and mushrooms in the forest”, as Rappaport recalls. Sustained by German support, Lenin buried He did very little party work or writing and instead himself in the Zurich public library during 1916 read the novels of Victor Hugo: W B Quadrant June 2014 27 The Imperialist War That Wasn’t to write Imperialism, laying down the thesis that “capitalist states, in their pursuit for new markets and colonies, would always settle their competitive differences by war. Only the destruction of the capitalist system … would bring an end to the epoch of imperialist wars”, as Ulam recounts. B y the time the Stockholm conference took place in September 1917, the Russian Revolution had broken out and Lenin had returned to Russia in a sealed train provided by the Germans, leaving Zurich to cries of support from his followers, and condemnation from those convinced he had sold out and was little more than a German agent. Nevertheless, the stance of the Zimmerwald Left had hardened even more. Their delegates at Stockholm were now instructed to condemn any “capitalist peace” entered into by the governments of the capitalist states, decreeing that “true peace” would only be achieved through the creation of socialist republics and support for the Russian Revolution, which was a harbinger of mass action undertaken on a global scale to achieve “the final liberation of mankind”. This position became ideological orthodoxy on the Left once Lenin was ensconced as dictator of the new Soviet Union and had established the Comintern as the co-ordinating body of the world’s communist and socialist parties. And at the core of the new orthodoxy was Imperialism. Remarkably, for a work that became central to the Marxist-Leninist canon, Lenin’s book relied heavily on the work of the liberal journalist J.A. Hobson, whose book, Imperialism: A Study (1901), argued that “the economic taproot of imperialism [was] excessive capital in search of investment”. Hobson was not a Marxist but a left-wing anti-imperialist and an extremely prolific writer on economic affairs who popularised the theory of underconsumption, according to which the maldistribution of income in domestic markets meant that capitalism would tend towards economic crises because these markets were unable to consume the goods and services produced by the economy. Hobson’s most inf luential idea f lowed from this: that imperial rivalry grew out of the desire of Western capitalists to find more profitable places to invest as domestic competition and incremental gains by the working class forced down their profits and depressed the return on capital. Investment in the colonies was therefore undertaken because labour, land and resources were cheap, while capital was scarce and could command super-profits. Hobson also incidentally denounced the consequences of colonialism on the native populations, suggesting complete decolonisation, and coming 28 “perilously close to recommending that the nonEuropean areas be allowed to stew in their own juice”, as Ulam observed. To give his argument the necessary revolutionary élan, Lenin also appropriated ideas from various Marxist intellectuals, including Rudolf Hilferding, Rosa Lu xemburg and Nikolai Bukharin. Hilferding’s Finance Capital (1910) analysed the shift from the competitive “laissez-faire” capitalism that characterised Marx’s time to the monopolistic “finance capital” system of cartels and trusts that had emerged in the decades before the war. This was seen by socialists as an increasingly polarised world, “red in tooth and claw”, where “monopolies were wild beasts stalking the entire globe for profit [and] anything and anyone in their path was doomed”, as Read recalls in Lenin. Like Hobson, Hilferding explained imperialism in terms of the desire of capitalists for investment opportunities but didn’t think this would lead inevitably to international conflict, as the dominant capitalist powers, guided by the magnates of finance capital, could reach agreement to divide up the world among themselves. Luxemburg’s The Accumulation of Capital (1913) purported to complete Marx’s work by revealing the exact mechanism by which capitalism proceeded towards its inevitable collapse. She argued that capitalists were faced in their domestic markets with a lack of effective demand because the proletariat was excessively exploited and therefore lacked sufficient purchasing power to clear the markets of the commodities produced. This led capitalists to promote imperialism in pre-capitalist regions where they could establish colonies and sell their surplus produce to realise its inherent surplus value, thus sustaining themselves. However, these regions would inevitably be incorporated into the capitalist system, eliminating this option and causing the system to collapse. Bukharin completed his major work, Imperialism and World Economy, in 1915, when the manuscript was provided to Lenin, who appropriated its key ideas. Bukharin drew on Hobson and Hilferding but also emphasised the growing economic role of the state and the emergence of “a new social form, state capitalism, i.e., an economy centrally planned and regulated on the scale of a nation state”, involving the extension of state control “to ever wider areas of civil society and the intensification of human slavery”, as Leszek Kolakowski recounts in Main Currents of Marxism (1978). This made the system ripe for revolution because government control was already pervasive and the socialists just needed to seize power and take over the state apparatus. Bukharin also argued that the proletariat in the advanced societies had been bought off by higher Quadrant June 2014 The Imperialist War That Wasn’t wages and the illusion of democracy, and that the despite their appearance of erudition and theoretitrue revolutionary potential lay on the periphery cal daring. They failed to come to grips with the of the imperialist system, in the colonial regions. economic and political reality of the world they He analysed this situation in terms of the “uneven purported to understand, and intended to transdevelopment” of the imperialist system composed form through violent revolution. “In no sense was of a chain of interdependent economies that could [Imperialism] a true account of the economic develbe attacked at the weakest link. This was a pivotal opment of the colonial territories,” observes Robert idea that appealed greatly to Lenin as it provided Conquest in Lenin (1972). In particular, while there a rationale for theorising that the revolution could was considerable foreign investment in the late break out in the less-developed nations, including nineteenth century undertaken by British, German Russia. and French interests, most of this was directed (Death stalked these theorists: after the war to other European states (including Russia), the Luxemburg was brutally murdered by the German United States, Latin America and Australasia, Freikorps; Hilferding condemned the Bolshevik ter- avoiding the regions of Africa and Asia that had ror inaugurated under Lenin’s regime and was later been the site of high-profile imperial expansion in killed by the Gestapo; and Bukharin rose to the the decades after 1870, and that were meant to serve top of the Soviet regime only to be as the “weak links” in the imperialexecuted by Stalin under that very ist system. Moreover, in the case of terror, asking plaintively of his erstBritain, foreign investment involved lthough the while revolutionary comrade, “Why little net outflow of capital, being arguments of Lenin financed from the re-investment of do you need me to die?”) profits. Super-profits also were rare, and the others espite Lenin’s recourse to these with even the Rand mines in South about the origins Marxist luminaries, it is a Africa generating an average rate of of the Great War striking characteristic of Imperialism return of 4.1 per cent or less. that it departs significantly from the Most importantly, the cost of had no empirical work of Marx, upon which it is purrunning an empire imposed a sigportedly based. As even the com- validity they proved nificant burden on the domesmunist historian Eric Hobsbawm tic economies. Consequently, the to have potent concedes in How to Change the World working-class standard of living ideological appeal. was comparatively high in countries (2011), “Imperialism … contains no reference whatsoever to the text of like Sweden and Denmark, which Marx and Engels”. Its most remarkhad no colonies, and low in France able divergence is its marginalisation of Marx’s core and Belgium, which did have. As far as Britain was conception of capital accumulation as the driver of concerned, Niall Ferguson points out in Empire historical development. According to Marx, it is the (2003) that it might have reaped a “decolonisation creative power of capital that propels capitalism in dividend” equivalent to a 25 per cent tax cut if it the advanced economies to the very threshold of had disposed of its empire in the 1840s. In fact it socialist revolution and gives the proletariat in those was the mounting costs of empire over the subsesocieties its role as history’s Revolutionary Subject, quent half-century that prompted Hobson to write ushering in the communist utopia. Lenin, however, his book, putting the case that Britain’s available disregarded this absolutely fundamental concep- capital would be better invested domestically. tion—the very essence of “scientific socialism” that Moreover, far from wanting war, finance capihad made Marxism so attractive to militant social- tal established a vast network of commercial relaists and intellectuals for half a century. Instead, he tionships that depended on political stability, not arbitrarily transferred this world-transforming role conflict. Indeed, the prohibitive costs of pursuing to the masses in Europe’s colonies and backward imperialist gains through war were obvious to the nations like Russia. Later, after he became dictator financial and business establishment, as the Polish of the Soviet Union, he discovered that its paucity banker and railway financier, Ivan Bloch, made of capital made the transition to any semblance of a clear in an exhaustive study of modern industrial communist utopia impossible, ushering in the series warfare, Is War Now Impossible? published in six volof brutal but ineffectual state-directed economic umes in 1898. In Germany, the larger banks, which regimes that led ultimately to the deaths of tens of Lenin was convinced were promoting imperialist millions of people. adventures, had in fact made confidential submisThis tragic outcome exemplified the basic prob- sions to their government arguing against such lem of all these Marxist analyses: they were wrong, expansion, denouncing those companies that were A D Quadrant June 2014 29 The Imperialist War That Wasn’t involved as opportunists using the funds of adventurist investors. N evertheless, despite their fundamental disconnection from reality, the works of Lenin, Luxemburg, Hilferding, Bukharin and their followers embedded in the collective consciousness one of the central ideas of twentieth-century radical thought: that the Great War was a conflict between two opposing capitalist blocs, one led by England and the other by Germany, driven by destructive economic forces into a desperate fight for global imperialistic domination, and that the millions who had died did so not for any noble ideals but merely to advance the interests of the ruling class of the regime that they served. In fact, on the Allied side they had committed their lives to the defence of liberal democracy against a form of militaristic authoritarianism that developed within two decades into a rampaging, terroristic totalitarian state seeking world domination. These theorists also promoted a more general idea: that the apparent economic achievements of liberal democratic civilisation are fraudulent and gained at the cost of war and imperialistic rapacity. They depict a zero-sum game played out on a global scale, where the elevated standard of living enjoyed by the citizens of the “core” societies of the capitalist world system are the results of the systematic exploitation of oppressed people on its “periphery”. They refuse to accept that such prosperity was produced by the efficient application of capital, labour, land, resources, technology and intelligence, painstakingly undertaken over generations within the core. They also sought to “save the appearances” of Marxist prophecy, explaining the absence of revolutionary fervour in the West by insisting that “superprofits” generated by imperialism made it possible for the ruling class in the advanced societies to buy off the industrial proletariat in the core societies and bribe its leaders, creating a reactionary “labour aristocracy” and forestalling the revolution. Overall, in this Social Darwinist fight-to-the-finish, the wealth of the West is portrayed as little more than contraband, and the alleged impoverishment of the rest of humanity trapped on the periphery is portrayed as a crime committed against them and their human rights. (Paradoxically, the latter notion is an intellectual product of the allegedly predatory West, as is the critique of imperialism itself, a fact that “Third World” radicals are reluctant to concede, as Keith Windschuttle points out in “Liberalism and Imperialism” (1999).) Imperialism and the other works also promulgated another influential thesis, one that appeals 30 greatly to the alienated intelligentsia, especially in the post-war period: the decadence of capitalism. According to Lenin, imperialism was the “highest” (that is, final) form that capitalism takes before it plunges into revolution. This “moribund … parasitic or decaying capitalism” had reached its inevitable dead-end in imperialistic militarism, and the war was a result of it thrashing about in its death throes. Later, after the war, this thesis was modified to assert that fascism was the political form that capitalism assumed in this final degenerate phase, and this allowed Stalin, the Comintern, and communist intellectuals to dismiss all capitalist societies, especially liberal democracies, as inherently fascist and warlike. These themes of degeneracy, decadence, militarism and fascism came to dominate the political and cultural discourse of the Left in the inter-war period and made it impossible to mobilise a united front to combat the rise of Nazism. Like Lenin’s theory of imperialism, it was a position resurrected by the New Left in the 1960s, when it became very potent ideologically, and it remains influential amongst academics and the Left generally. Although the arguments of Lenin and the others about the origins of the Great War had no empirical validity they proved to have potent ideological appeal. In Lenin’s time it was the British, French and Belgian empires that provoked the animosity of the Left, while in the 1960s it was alleged American imperialism in Vietnam that generated radical rage. Ideologically, it became not only easy but essential to associate the Great War with imperialism if Marxism-Leninism was to consolidate its status as the radical orthodoxy in the burgeoning universities. In Australia the Anzac tradition came under concerted attack in the classrooms and the streets, while trestle tables in the student unions groaned under the weight of ultra-cheap editions of Imperialism and the rest of the revolutionary canon, helping embed an idée fixe on the Left that exists to the present day. Meanwhile, the monstrous crimes of Marxist-Leninist totalitarian states like the Soviet Union (which was itself the world’s biggest empire), Communist China, North Vietnam, Cuba and Cambodia were ignored, excused or denied, as radicalised young academics undertook their long march through the institutions, determined to confront capitalism, denounce liberal democracy, and deconstruct all popular expressions of national identity, including, above all, the Anzac tradition. Mervyn F. Bendle wrote “The Military Historians’ War on the Anzac Legend” in the April issue. Quadrant June 2014 H a l G.P. C olebatch The Whitlam Government and the Betrayal of the South Vietnamese A s the Vietnam War drew to a close in 1974 and 1975, the question of contingency planning for large numbers of refugees was given no consideration by the Whitlam government, which had come to power in 1972. This was despite the longstanding probability, and then certainty, that the Saigon regime would be defeated by the communist North. Further, the fate of anti-communist South Vietnamese in the event of a communist victory had been raised many times in the long-running debate on Australia’s military commitment to Vietnam. One prophetic warning of massive refugee problems following a communist victory was made in The Saving of South Vietnam, published in 1972 by Kenneth Grenville, a pseudonym for Kenneth Gee QC, a New South Wales District Court judge: Occasionally an ingenious gloss is put upon the theory of stopping the war by starving the South of aid. Schemes are enunciated for receiving the great flood of threatened people who would wish to flee from the conquerors … “We must permit massive immigration of refugees!” and suchlike tripe. As if there is the slightest chance the world would receive the three million (at least!) South Vietnamese who already—according to Colonel Le Xuan Chyen, Chief of Staff of the 5th North Vietnamese Division, who defected in 1969—figure on Communist lists for death or imprisonment. The Australian Department of Immigration’s Notes on Australia’s Immigration Policy in April 1973 did not mention refugees or refugee policy. In that year Australia acceded to the UN 1967 protocol which updated the UN convention on refugees, defining refugees as persons with “a well-founded fear of being persecuted for reasons of race, religion, nationality, membership of a particular social group or political opinion”. Gough Whitlam served notice that his government would approve of a communist victory: We believe that political, economic and social changes in Asia will occur and are indeed desirable. We believe Australia should not intervene militarily even when the contest for power and control over the change leads to violence. Even when the fall of Saigon became imminent, no real contingency plan for refugees existed. Speaking on August 13, 1974, ALP Senator Mulvihill revealed the vagueness and inadequacy of the government’s thinking: I had a conversation with the Minister for Labour and Immigration last week. We were looking at a possible migrant intake figure and the Minister’s words to me were: “Well, we must always budget for 2000 political refugees.” The question was raised of where such refugees would be coming from but no definite answer was forthcoming. This was despite the fact that the preparations being made for an all-out attack from the North, such as the building of a network of hardtopped roads for tanks and tank assembly areas, were obvious and could not be disguised. Australia had access to US intelligence reports. ALP Immigration Minister Clyde Cameron recorded in his memoirs that the CIA were reporting in March 1975 that Saigon might fall within a month. The Australian war correspondent Denis Warner had published an accurate account of the North’s military preparations, as they were then, in December 1973: Fourteen North Vietnamese divisions, 600 tanks, and the longest-ranged, hardest-hitting artillery ever brought to bear on a target in Asia are either inside South Vietnam or crouched on the Lao and Cambodian borders ready to spring when Hanoi gives the word. [It will be an] allout offensive designed to end the 13-year war in one massive conventional stroke. Quadrant June 2014 31 The Whitlam Government and the Betrayal of the South Vietnamese Mr Alan Renouf, appointed by Whitlam as Secretary of the Department of Foreign Affairs, wrote of the short-lived peace settlement made between Hanoi and Saigon on January 23, 1973, in terms showing he did not take seriously any idea of a settlement other than a military victory by the North: Clearly, North Vietnam had accepted [the “peace” settlement] because it reckoned that once the US was gone, it could take over the South in a short time (this was also the USSR’s view and no doubt China’s as well). Public opinion in the US was such that Washington would prove powerless to prevent such a development. It was only a matter of time before North Vietnam would gain its ends one way or another. Congress cut off all funds for military activity in or near Indo-China. This sealed South Vietnam’s fate. However, there is no evidence that anything was done by the Whitlam government to prepare for the rescue of even those Vietnamese especially at risk—for example because of their association with Australian forces. Seven years later, during a debate on refugee policy, ALP spokesman Mick Young told parliament that at the time of the fall of Saigon South Vietnam had had 1,200,000 soldiers, 200,000 police, up to 800,000 public servants and several hundred thousand people who had worked with allied forces. Including wives and families, this meant up to 10,000,000 people would have reason to flee from communist reprisals. These numbers did not include private businessmen, capitalists and landlords. Denis Warner estimated there were also 200,000 Chieu Hoi, former communists who had defected to the Saigon side, whose position was obviously particularly perilous. Further, land had been distributed by the Saigon government to 837,000 peasant families, placing them in a landlord, petit-bourgeoisie or kulak class. Their position was also perilous. In liberated Cambodia, of course, the population was exterminated wholesale and on more far-reaching grounds, generally by torture, for crimes including looking happy and displaying indentations on the nose suggesting they were intellectuals who had worn spectacles. It was possibly, on a population basis, the biggest genocide in history. In the House of Representatives at the time of the North Vietnamese and Khmer Rouge attacks, the Deputy Prime Minister, Jim Cairns—long associated with communist “peace” fronts—stated: The Saigon and Phnom Penh governments should fall. That is the best solution, a quick 32 end with victory on one side or the other—it would have been in everybody’s interest if it had happened a long time ago. The February 1975 ALP Federal Conference directed the Whitlam government to allow the Provisional Revolutionary Government of South Vietnam (Hanoi’s short-lived puppet) to open an office in Australia. Australian government spokesmen gave the impression they believed Northern victory to be a foregone conclusion. The government cable to the Australian ambassador to Hanoi at the beginning of April 1975 referred to Hanoi’s “inevitable” victory. Still no preparations were put in hand for evacuating at-risk South Vietnamese. Whitlam gloatingly told parliament on April 8, suggesting that South Vietnam was the aggressor now getting its just deserts rather than the victim: “These strongmen, these realists, the men on horseback, insisted on a military solution. So a military solution it is now to be. ‘Look at your works, ye mighty, and despair’!” An advertisement was published in the Canberra Times on April 18, 1973, warning of the imminent refugee and general human crisis. Signatories included D.W. Strangman, an associate of the DLPNCC and private secretary to DLP Senator and parliamentary party leader Vince Gair: Many people are concerned about the desperate situation in South Vietnam and the millions there who now find themselves subject to Communist oppression. What awaits them? More Hue and TetOffensive massacres? More Katyn Forest murders? The terrors of People’s Courts and summary executions? No wonder the Vietnamese fled from the North in 1954 and tried again this month. In the deafening silence of the postmoratorium, someone has to say something. We REJECT Dr Cairns’ belief in the historic and beneficial inevitability of Communist victories. We SUPPORT a continuing and vigorous resistance to the spread of Communism. We APPLAUD all humanitarian efforts to alleviate the plight of the refugees and orphans. We CHALLENGE the Government to give a lead in organising the safety of the many people who are on Communist DEATH LISTS, particularly those who worked for the allied forces. We DEPLORE the withdrawal of effective assistance to the South in the face of known massive re-armament in the North … Quadrant June 2014 The Whitlam Government and the Betrayal of the South Vietnamese On April 4, Opposition Foreign Affairs spokesman Andrew Peacock and Deputy Country Party Leader Ian Sinclair, speaking from Saigon, were quoted to the effect that the government’s silence “is part of a general pattern established by this Government. It simply shows Mr Whitlam and his Ministers are washing their hands of a situation they find embarrassing.” Peacock, Sinclair and the Country Party Member for Riverina, Mr Sullivan, also called attention to the plight of the Cambodian people. Whitlam was quoted in the Age of April 14, 1975, as saying Australia’s security and long-term interests were not affected by the political colour of the rulers of Saigon and never had been. He did not mention the humanitarian crisis or the danger which pro-Western, including Australianassociated, Vietnamese faced. Malcolm Fraser was quoted on April 22, 1975, as saying the government’s response to South Vietnam’s situation was “petty and miserable”, and that he believed Australia could and should be doing very much more. Mr Peacock, also speaking on April 22, took up the specific issue of the Whitlam government refusing to issue visas to South Vietnamese seeking to escape. He said this was marked by inhumanity and “would be a scar in our history in Asian relations”. He continued: Rather than make special arrangements to assist relatives and dependants of Vietnamese citizens in Australia—mainly as students … the Government has re-introduced … criteria which will allow less than 200 Vietnamese citizens into Australia … It was known that five weeks ago recommendations were drawn up by the Australian Government in relation to wider categories of Vietnamese for permission to enter Australia … It is obvious that the Prime Minister has personally cut back the suggested categories of five weeks ago to the barest minimum, and delayed his announcement until it is virtually too late to allow any Vietnamese to enter Australia … the closure of the Australian Embassy will make impossible the lodging of nominations for Vietnamese to enter Australia and the consideration of nominations. In an interview published in the Age on May 2, following the fall of Saigon and Phnom Penh, Dr Cairns said he greeted the end of the war with relief. He commented on the likely fate of anticommunist Vietnamese along the lines that they would be dealt with as “collaborators” and that many people believed that reprisals against them would be justified. Cairns continued: A great deal of bitterness is generated in a war of this kind. I know what happened in Europe after the war there … I know there were reprisals there and I know that collaborators were receiving a fate that many believed justified. There will be many people in Vietnam who will feel the same way about collaborators there too. Cairns was plainly not unduly upset by the prospect. D uring the Northern attack, Australian Labor and Left spokesmen uttered virtually not one word of condemnation for Hanoi’s blatant aggression, or word of sympathy for the plight of the South. There was almost no talk of the suffering of the people of South Vietnam, which had been a leitmotif of the Left’s “anti-war” rhetoric in the recent past. The Left tended to refer to Saigon in terms of hatred and contempt. And yet South Vietnam was, while suffering from some corruption, by any measure a far freer and more pluralistic society than the totalitarian North. Its people did not want conquest by the North, as the hundreds of thousands of refugees a few years later were to prove, and had fought bravely against it for years. Many of its public servants and soldiers were upright and dedicated. It was a recent military ally of Australia and more than 500 Australians had died to defend it. A large part of the population was Christian or Buddhist. It had never been the aggressor in the war. One can only assume that the hatred shown to it by the Left and much of Labor was partly a matter of Australian politics and partly reflexive anti-anti-communism. The positions put by spokesmen for the main Australian parties closely paralleled the debates in parliament. When Senator Sir Magnus Cormack stated in the Senate, “There is a vast body of terrified people moving in the south of the Republic of Vietnam”, Labor Senator Keefe, a member like Cairns of the Soviet front, the World Peace Council, took this as an occasion for mirth, interjecting jovially: “A bit like the Liberal Party.” Labor Senator Gietzelt claimed it made no more sense to talk of North Vietnam invading South Vietnam than it would to talk of Queensland invading New South Wales. Labor Senator John Wheeldon, the Minister for Repatriation, ridiculed the Saigon government as compared to the heroic forces of the communist North: What did we see in the dying hours of the so-called Saigon Government? What did we see of these heroic defenders of democracy? We saw them doing the scoot as fast as their legs could Quadrant June 2014 33 The Whitlam Government and the Betrayal of the South Vietnamese broke ranks and took a pro-refugee position.) In 1975 the recent demonstrations and other political actions by refugees from the Baltic states over the Whitlam government’s pioneering Senator Wheeldon omitted to mention that it is recognition of the incorporation of the Baltic difficult to fight when one’s supplies and ammuni- states into the Soviet Union had served notice tion have been treacherously cut off. Nor did he men- that, despite their often low political profiles, tion the 18th Division of the Army of the Republic refugees from communist countries could have of (South) Vietnam, which at Xuan Loc held its long memories, and in certain circumstances ground for nearly a month, up to April 17, blocking could have a high degree of political solidarity, the route to Saigon against at least motivation, organising ability and six vastly better-supplied North public support. It seems likely that Vietnamese divisions, spearheaded the Baltic demonstrations against uring the final by Russian tanks, which outnumWhitlam coloured his thinking invasion of Saigon on the question of admitting bered it by about seven to one. The Labor Minister for Science, in 1975 the Whitlam Vietnamese refugees. Mr Morrison, also ridiculed the government South Vietnamese Army, which, he 1976 report of the Senate he said, had “scuttled” out of knowingly abandoned Standing Committee on Nha Trang. Use of a term like Foreign Australia and South Vietnamese the RefugeeAffairs, “scuttled” points to a psychologProblem, with memwhose lives were ical-ideological compulsion to bers from both Labor and the “animalise the enemy”—and, of Coalition, was of great significance known to be in course, to reinforce the notion that in the Australian refugee debate. the South Vietnamese were the danger because of their Its members concluded unanimously enemy, although Australia under a previous association that during the final invasion of Coalition government had recently in 1975 the Whitlam govwith Australian forces Saigon spent hundreds of lives fighting on ernment had knowingly abandoned or for other reasons. South Vietnamese whose lives were their side. Morrison said during the debate known to be in danger because of of April 8 that to talk of refugees their previous association with “voting with their feet” aligned one with reaction- Australian forces or for other reasons. The thrust ary forces throughout the world, rather as those of its findings was to be reinforced by the account who during witch-hunts defended accused witches of Denis Warner, Not with Guns Alone, and also attracted accusations of being witches themselves. by the memoirs of Clyde Cameron, the Whitlam He said he was: government’s Minister for Immigration of the day, in the oddly-titled 1980 book China, Communism absolutely staggered that anyone who pretends and Coca-Cola. to comprehend Indo-China would come The Standing Committee found that, durback with the old Democratic Labor Party ing the final communist offensive, the Whitlam statement, the League of Rights statement, the government had told the Australian embassy in point of view that has been held by reactionary Saigon to help only a token number of those South forces in Australia and throughout the world, Vietnamese whose lives might be especially endanthat old tired cliche about people voting with gered, and had put such obstacles in the way of their feet … the embassy that such evacuation was in any event almost always impossible. In any case, he added, the men of the South The committee’s findings had been anticipated Vietnamese Army were “hard-faced profiteers and in a parliamentary question by Andrew Peacock looters”—presumably in contrast to the soft-faced on April 8, 1975, and also in the National Civic philanthropists driving Hanoi’s tanks. Council’s News Weekly on April 16. The substance These parliamentary comments establish the of Peacock’s question was that the Australian govWhitlam government’s general indifference to ernment was not making help available for the the long-predicted refugee disaster at the time of evacuation of refugees and, unlike the case with the Hanoi’s massive main-force attack. (Later, at the New Zealand ambassador, the Australian ambassatime of the “boat people” arrivals in Australia, dor was not allowed to make any moves at his own ALP member Dr Richard Klugman was one who discretion. Mr Peacock said: carry them, unlike Ho Chi Minh, unlike Pham Van Dong, unlike General Giap, who never ran away but who stayed and fought … D T 34 Quadrant June 2014 The Whitlam Government and the Betrayal of the South Vietnamese last Thursday, a Hercules aircraft was loaded with foodstuffs, water, supplies and the like. The RAAF cabled for directions that it could take off. By Friday afternoon it still had not received a cable indicating that it could do so. The aircraft stood at Tan Son Nhut airport for approximately two days fully loaded, with the mire of human misery throughout Indo-China. News Weekly claimed seven C-130 Hercules aircraft had been assigned to the massive refugee airlift from Da Nang at the request of Dr Kissinger. Protests had been made by the North Vietnamese, and Whitlam had at once changed the instructions. He intervened again to remove the RAAF’s discretion to airlift as many civilians as possible to safety. Whitlam issued instructions that the carriage of “unauthorised persons” was henceforth prohibited. That order had been varied only after the beleaguered South Vietnamese government had been forced to turn its attention from its own disasters to give “firm guarantees” to Canberra. News Weekly continued: The Australian Prime Minister used a characteristically shoddy pretext. The mercy flight of C-130s was mobbed at Phan Rang airport by departing soldiers, as well as civilians. It was this that led to the specific order that military refugees should not be carried. The falsity of Mr Whitlam’s pretext was revealed by the fact that the rest of the C-130 flights into Phan Rang were met by perfectly orderly crowds and there was no repetition of the first incident, which had been caused by terror induced by the North Vietnamese rocketing Phan Rang airport. These allegations were to be broadly corroborated by Denis Warner. The committee found that on March 19, 1975, seven RAAF Hercules had been made available and others had been placed on standby. A total of about 2000 Vietnamese had been carried on internal flights in April and May. On April 22, two days before the Australian Embassy was closed, Whitlam announced categories of Vietnamese who would be eligible for temporary entry into Australia. These included: 1. Spouses and children of Vietnamese students at present living in Australia; 2. Spouses and under-21-year-old children of Australian citizens subject to completion of Australian citizenship formalities; 3. Vietnamese with a long and close association with the Australian presence in Vietnam whose lives were considered to be in danger (and whose applications would be considered on a case-bycase basis). Whitlam said these decisions had been taken with regard to maintaining unity of families, therefore by corollary not principally with regard to rescuing those whose lives were in danger. Speaking of these latter, he told parliament, “The number of such persons is expected to be small.” The committee reported that the Department of Immigration and Ethnic Affairs had received 3667 nominations when the embassy in Saigon closed. The embassy staff and seventy-eight Vietnamese were evacuated by the RAAF on April 25. Thousands more applications were received over the next few days: A list of 366 persons—consisting of 124 Vietnamese family groups and individuals who had been approved for entry into Australia— was cabled to Australian diplomatic posts in [Asian capitals]. It included the 342 persons mentioned previously and 24 others who had been approved for entry to Australia on the basis that their long and close association with the Australian presence in Vietnam had endangered their lives. In the event, even these twenty-four were not rescued. The committee considered what the Whitlam government had permitted the RAAF to do. It claimed to be “puzzled” by the restricted use to which RAAF aircraft were put. It was obvious that Australia had initially intended meeting the calls of the Saigon government and the USA for air transport assistance for a massive evacuation of people to the ships at Cam Ranh Bay or to Saigon. From April 3, however, Canberra limited the role of the RAAF to transporting supplies only: The Committee considers that Australia may thereby have responded in a manner which possibly caused unnecessary loss of life and hardship through refusal to evacuate civilian refugees from battle zones. T he committee concluded that Australia could clearly have rendered greater humanitarian assistance. A witness told the committee that Australia had responded to a request of the North Vietnamese concerning use of the RAAF. The committee said that though it had been unable to substantiate these claims, Canberra had instructed Quadrant June 2014 35 The Whitlam Government and the Betrayal of the South Vietnamese on April 2 that the carriage of South Vietnamese government officials was prohibited. Troops and refugees were prohibited the next day and press representatives the following day. In the absence of any other explanation, the Committee is inclined to accept the view that the Australian Government was open to being influenced by attitudes of the DRV [North Vietnam] concerning the use of Australian Aircraft. Considering that, a short time before, Australian troops had been dying in an attempt to defend the South from Northern aggression, this is a shocking allegation. The committee said the government had had forewarnings of the likely course of events: at the very least, three weeks’ warning had been given to the Australian Government that it was very likely the armed forces of [South Vietnam] would be overwhelmed and that consequently the defeat of the Government of the Republic of Vietnam was imminent. As early as April 1 the Australian government had warned Australian nationals to leave Vietnam while transport was still available. Two days later, the Prime Minister had approved the evacuation of all non-essential embassy staff, proving the government believed a collapse was imminent. Both the Australian ambassador on April 1 and Washington a few days later had warned of a serious refugee problem. In fact South Vietnam had been plainly doomed following the US Congress’s withdrawal of military aid and supplies after the phony peace agreement of 1973, and contingency plans should have been made since that time. However on April 8, 1975, Whitlam told parliament, “The suddenness of the collapse in South Vietnam limited the scope and effectiveness of any aid given by the Australian Government or any other Government.” He continued: Members of the Opposition have chosen to belittle our efforts. For example the Leader of the Opposition called them “too little, too late”. The truth is that the Australian Government met, as soon as it was received from the American Embassy, a request from the Government of South Vietnam for assistance. The decision was taken to make seven Hercules transport aircraft available together with other aircraft currently based at Butterworth in Malaysia. 36 In other words, Whitlam was admitting that Australia had done nothing on its own initiative. The committee found that: In spite of these firm indications … little or nothing of a practical nature was able to be done either by Embassy officials in Saigon or by Departmental officials in Canberra to assist those who sought to obtain refuge in Australia. These decisions were taken on 21 April and 22 April. On April 25 the last Australian embassy personnel had been evacuated and the embassy closed. At that time 3667 Vietnamese had been nominated for entry into Australia, of whom 366 had been approved, including twenty-four whose lives were considered in danger. The committee pointed out: the announcement of the Government’s admission criteria came so late that it was possible for only a few families to be contacted and processed before the closing of the Australian Embassy … The committee went on to describe the procedures which were finally adopted by the Australian government to save such individuals as had met with its approval: from the commencement of business on the morning of 22 April, 1975, until noon on 24 April, the Embassy was advised by cable of 325 names of persons to whom the granting of an entry visa had been approved by the Department of Labour and Immigration. Although the Committee was unable to ascertain how many of these persons were able to be contacted prior to the embassy’s closure, some 200 typewritten letters were prepared in lieu of formal Australian entry visas and either delivered personally or posted to the individual’s last-known address. By the time Canberra’s approval was given, and irrespective of whether individuals were able to be informed of the success of their application, it was then too late for many to flee by commercial flights or by any other means. The committee was informed, however, that individual members of the Embassy did their best by preparing affidavits for some of the Vietnamese with the most urgent and deserving cases and passed them on to the American Embassy with a special plea for assistance. [emphasis added] The committee found that while it would have been possible to get these people out in time— Quadrant June 2014 The Whitlam Government and the Betrayal of the South Vietnamese indeed this would have been a matter of “little difficulty”—the work of the embassy had been impeded at a critical time because the evacuation appeared to have been totally controlled by Canberra. In regard to the typewritten letters given to some Vietnamese, the committee found: Although such documents were better than nothing at all, the letter signed by the Australian consul was insufficient to allow five Vietnamese wives to collect tickets from Singapore Airlines which had been pre-paid by their husbands in Australia for flights departing on 26 April. They were also insufficient authority to permit those who held them to board nearly empty RAAF aircraft which departed from Saigon during the final four days. Indeed the committee is unable to explain why almostempty Hercules aircraft departed from Ton Son Nhut airport taking some 34 Vietnamese nationals without formal exit visas but leaving behind a considerable number who had been approved for entry to Australia and who had been issued with a letter from the Consul. A witness who left Saigon on the last aircraft on 25 April and made last-minute inquiries through the Embassy to discover whether some Vietnamese whose lives might be in danger could be included was informed that this was not possible. As an alternative, both the witness and members of the Australian Embassy passed lists of names, addresses and occupations to the American Ambassador who promised to do the best he could … the real value of these type-written letters was that they enabled some of the refugees who had been accepted for entry into Australia to be air-lifted out of Vietnam by American aircraft. [emphases added] Actually, the Vietnamese who never qualified for eligibility probably had a better chance of escaping with the Americans than those who waited for Australian help until it was too late. The committee pointed out that those who trusted the Australian government were placed in a vicious circle: the longer they waited for advice and assistance from the embassy, the more remote their chances of fleeing to safety became. The committee was informed, for example, of one instance where a wife had refused American assistance, believing the Australians would effect her evacuation directly to join her husband in Australia. After the closure of the Australian embassy she found she could no longer take up the previous offer. Other wives had organised passages on Vietnamese ships but after April 25 found it impossible to reach the coast. The committee continued that: It is apparent … that the Australian Government generally refused until the last moment to agree to use its transport resources to evacuate Vietnamese nationals from South Vietnam and Saigon … indeed, it was late on 27 April that authority was given to the Ambassador to allow him to offer seats out of Saigon on a space-available basis, providing that such offers could be made only to those Vietnamese nationals possessing a valid exit-visa issued by the Government of Vietnam. [emphasis added] One is tempted to wonder if the motive behind this policy was vindictive sadism, so far does it seem removed from both humanity and common sense. On April 8, Whitlam had referred to “unparalleled chaos” in South Vietnam. On April 22, when it was obvious that South Vietnam was ceasing to exist, and its remaining officials were engulfed in disaster and probably trying to escape with their lives, the Whitlam government apparently expected them to be issuing exit visas! Apart from orphans (whose lives were much less at risk than, say, army officers, civil servants, police or Australian-associated Vietnamese) a total of seventy-eight Vietnamese were rescued out of the thousands who applied. These included thirty-four nuns—again, not in the highest-risk category— and just five of the “special cases” whose lives were deemed to be in particular danger because of their association with Australians. The USA took about 130,000. A ccording to Denis Warner, later broadly corroborated by Clyde Cameron, Whitlam took personal control of Vietnamese refugee policy on April 2 when the fall of Saigon was still nearly a month away, while resistance by die-hards continued after that. After issuing peremptory orders to close the embassy on April 23, Whitlam left for a conference in Jamaica and could not be contacted. Foreign Minister Don Willesee was also out of the country in Washington. Warner, who was still in Vietnam on April 25, wrote of the Australians’ long-standing area of responsibility, Phuc Tuy Province: It was Anzac Day. This year, for the first time, there would be no memorial service at Phuc Tuy province for Australians who fell in the Vietnam war … Scores of officials, ranging from the province chiefs down to village and hamlet Quadrant June 2014 37 The Whitlam Government and the Betrayal of the South Vietnamese administrators, [had] worked closely with the Australians. Now that the moment had come to say goodbye, the Australian Government made no effort to ascertain whether anyone in Phuc Tuy wanted to leave, and no attempt was made to help anyone escape. The last Hercules flights left Saigon on 25 April. They carried, among other things, a basket of cats for UN officials. Among others left behind were the Vietnamese employees of the Embassy. When the Embassy shut its doors its books were up-to-date as of 6 p.m. on 24 April. They had been prepared by a woman whose own life was thought to be endangered and whose application for evacuation was rejected by Canberra. The Sydney Morning Herald editorialised on April 28, 1975: Very many Australians must be deeply angry and ashamed about the callousness of our government’s scuttle from Saigon and its abandonment—betrayal is not too strong—of hundreds of Vietnamese entitled to expect our assistance to flee the fate awaiting the markeddown enemies of Hanoi. The committee concluded that the government’s failure to rescue more Vietnamese had not been caused by incompetence but had been deliberate: we believe that by being in Vietnam Australia incurred a residual responsibility, not to mention a moral responsibility, to assist in the evacuation from Vietnam of those who had assisted our forces there and whose lives were believed to be in danger because of that assistance … in view of the Committee’s belief that the Australian Government had been informed of the gravity and magnitude of the situation in South Vietnam some three weeks before the evacuation of the Australian Embassy, we are unable to come to any conclusion other than one of deliberate delay in order to minimise the number of refugees. [emphasis added] On April 8, Ian Sinclair had asked Whitlam if he knew of a television program on the evidence of the murder of hundreds of South Vietnamese officials when the communist forces had previously occupied the city of Hue for a time during the Tet Offensive, and then asked: In view of these circumstances will he take up the matter with the Government of North 38 Vietnam and with the provisional government representing the Khmer Rouge to ensure neither in Cambodia nor in South Vietnam will similar mass executions occur? Whitlam responded to the question contemptuously: “I did not see the programme referred to …” This of course was not the point. Whitlam as Prime Minister had better sources of information than anyone else in the country. The point was in the last part of Sinclair’s question: What was Whitlam doing to try to prevent reprisals? Whitlam did not even attempt to answer this but instead spoke of how people had been shot by South Vietnamese police. The impression could be that he considered executions carried out by the North Vietnamese were possibly deserved reprisals, or at any rate understandable. Senator Willesee on April 21 also made an appeal to Whitlam to evacuate Vietnamese who had worked with Australian forces. Whitlam rejected this appeal out of hand and Willesee did not use his powers as Foreign Minister—powers he had been commissioned by the Governor-General under the Constitution to exercise—to defy this brutal and dishonourable diktat. On April 21, when it was obvious Saigon would fall, Sinclair asked: Has the Prime Minister approved categories of persons from South Vietnam to be admitted to Australia as refugees? Do these categories include those persons who face the prospect of execution at the hands of the North Vietnamese victors? Finally, will the Prime Minister ensure before his departure on Wednesday for overseas that he gives the same expedition to visa applications from approved categories of persons as was granted to refugees from [the right-wing anti-communist regime in] Chile? Whitlam replied, in part: “The Government of South Vietnam has for years discouraged people from leaving the country.” In a statement on April 28 the Acting Minister for Foreign Affairs, Mr Morrison, implied that the failure to save more refugees had been the Saigon government’s fault: We did not bring out as many refugees as I and my colleagues would have liked. The only Vietnamese who could board our aircraft were those with exit permits from the Saigon Government, and regrettably, the Saigon Government has made it difficult for people to obtain travel documents. Quadrant June 2014 The Whitlam Government and the Betrayal of the South Vietnamese Of course, people in a life-or-death situation could have been rescued without travel documents. In 1980 Clyde Cameron published his memoirs, China, Communism and Coca-Cola, which threw a revealing if lurid light on the Whitlam government’s attitudes: As Minister for Labour and Immigration my position on Vietnamese migrants [sic] was this: I rejected the “blood-bath” propaganda … peddled by the Liberal and Country parties … Whitlam put out an injunction of the processing of all applications from Vietnam. He had no constitutional right to assume the powers which had been commissioned to me by the GovernorGeneral … ... on April 21, Don Willesee came to see me with a request that I accompany him to Whitlam’s office before Whitlam left … for Jamaica … He wanted Whitlam to recognise the realities of war and ease the restrictions applicable to other migrants [for South Vietnamese]. Whitlam refused and I supported him, saying I saw no reason why we should risk opening our doors to war criminals. But Willesee argued that this was not the proposition he was putting and stubbornly refused to budge in his fight for what he regarded as a humane approach. Finally, Whitlam stuck out his jaw and thundered: “I’m not having hundreds of f***ing Vietnamese Balts coming into this country with their religious and political hatreds against us!” Poor Don looked pleadingly towards me for help but I replied: “No Don, I’m sorry mate, but I agree with Gough on this matter.” Indeed, not only did I agree with him, but I could have hugged him for putting my own view so well. [emphases added] Cameron continued: Willesee urged that Vietnamese facing “summary execution, torture or other cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment from a variety of persecutors” should be given diplomatic asylum. Reminding Whitlam that similar help had been offered during the rightwing military coup in Santiago, he further stated that “the Hungarian leader Imre Nagy was summarily executed by the Russians in 1958 after leaving the Yugoslav Embassy in Budapest on a Soviet guarantee of safe conduct out of Hungary”. He warned that the same kind of thing could happen in Saigon. He made a special plea for Vietnamese who had been employed by the Australian Embassy, claiming that we had a moral obligation to take them into our arms. Whitlam rejected this plea out of hand. [emphasis added] This is not a story of mere bureaucratic incompetence, but of something infinitely worse. Labor has yet to apologise for the Whitlam government’s vindictive and morally blood-stained attitude to the fall of Saigon, for the lives sacrificed to leftist ideology, and for one of the darkest stains on our national honour. This essay is dedicated to the memories of Professors Patrick O’Brien and Kenneth Minogue. A footnoted version is available at Quadrant Online. Hal G.P. Colebatch’s two notable recent books are Australia’s Secret War: How Unionists Sabotaged Our Troops in World War II (Quadrant Books) and Fragile Flame: The Uniqueness and Vulnerability of Scientific and Technological Civilization (Acashic). Consecration i.m. the Kyoto martyrs, 1619 On the wind’s tongue the spring cherry tree places a host of Hosts to consecrate the place where Catholics were turned to ghosts. Andrew Lansdown Quadrant June 2014 39 P eter M ur ph y It Pays to Choose Your Ancestors Carefully T he Son Also Rises could well have been subtitled “a critique of wasted breath”. After 1945, Western countries became obsessed with social mobility. The Left talked about access and equity. The Right talked about opportunity. Governments of all stripes spent trillions of dollars to increase social mobility. The lesson of Gregory Clark’s fascinating book is that it was all pointless. Social mobility is no greater in the West today than it was in medieval England. Upward mobility in Sweden today is no better than in the eighteenth century. Nor is it better in contemporary Sweden than in the United States. The wealth of East Asia exploded in the past half-century. Modernity came to Asia aggressively. But this had relatively little impact on who climbed up or slid down the social ladder. Neither huge spending on higher education nor even mass-scale totalitarian murder of millions made a difference. All government schemes to increase social mobility end in failure. This does not mean that social mobility does not exist. Individuals, families and social groups rise and fall over time. But the time scale is very long. Social mobility is glacial. It occurs at a snail’s pace over centuries. Yet states, encouraged by social science, invest massively in the expectation that they can effect major changes over short periods. This is an illusion. Across two generations, between parents and their children, churn occurs. Children do better or worse than their parents. But the net result of millions of movements up and down the social scale is only ever incremental change to the longterm underlying social pattern. We can compare the wealth, income, education and occupation (WIEO) of parents and children. If The Son Also Rises: Surnames and the History of Social Mobility by Gregory Clark Princeton University Press, 2014, 384 pages, US$24.95 40 the two are perfectly correlated then we can predict everything about a child’s social position from the parents’ social position. No mobility, up or down, occurs in this case. The correlation coefficient is 1. Conversely, 0 represents complete intergenerational mobility. In this circumstance, nothing can be predicted about a child’s outcome from their birth. Social science conventionally looks at mobility data across two or three generations. That data shows significant changes in WIEO. Looking at the historical short-run creates an illusion. Suppose there is a strong, 0.75, correlation between one generation and the next. Using regression analysis, 50 per cent of the child’s position can be predicted from the parents’ WIEO. Repeat that for a couple of generations, and family WIEO quickly regresses to the social mean, in three to five generations. Nothing lasts, it seems. Except that it does. Clark’s remarkable insight is that the strongest correlation of generations is not that of parent and child but between grandparent and grandchildren, or great-grandparent and great-grandchild. Thus a child from a high-status group may slide down the social ladder but there is a high chance that the child’s child or the grandchild’s child will slide back up the social scale. Novelists and ordinary people observe this all the time. Social science screens it out, in part because social science has a progressive bias. Social democrats and social liberals desire a correlation coefficient of 0. They deplore a correlation of 1. Yet social reality over the long run is actually much closer to 1 than 0. That is true across a thousand years of data. A hundred years of social democracy has made no difference to the historical pattern. Clark uses a biological metaphor to explain what happens. He points to the studies of adopted children. The WIEO of the biological parents of these children is a massively better predictor of adult socio-economic status than the WIEO of the adopting parents. Thus family environment is a minor cause of mobility. The major cause Quadrant June 2014 It Pays to Choose Your Ancestors Carefully is inherited traits. But Clark notes that these operate in two ways. The first is the phenotype of individuals. An individual’s inherited traits interact in contingent ways with one another and with the social environment. Distinct personalities emerge, and vary across generations. The second way of looking at traits however is the genotype of families. Some families have very powerful traits, which play out in individuals across generations in different ways. Traits will recede and dominate, clash and combine, negate or underscore each other and the surrounding social environment. Sometimes the results are brilliant, sometime disastrous, but more often than not above average. above average. Eventually this will regress to the social mean. All elevated positions erode over time, but it takes centuries, and even in some cases, millennia. Even snails move faster. Take the case of the high-status surname group of the post-Norman-era English indigenous elite: the Berkeleys, Hiltons and Pakenhams. From 1170 to 1350 the incidence of these names at Oxford and Cambridge is four times their incidence in the general population. It then takes to 1980, six centuries, for that rate to regress to one. Another rare surname group derives from landowner names appearing in the Inquisitions Post Mortem (IPM) for the years 1236–99. This was a mix of Norman and English names: the Barclays, Stanleys, Keynes, Mainwarings and Mortimers. lark has found an ingenious way to map long- Clark tracks that cohort from 1440 to 1858 through term social mobility. He identifies rare high- the records of the Prerogative Court of Canterbury status surnames. He calculates the (PCC), the old probate court of incidence of these names in the upper-class England. The incidence general population, then compares of IPM rare surnames in the PCC either free-market registry that with the incidence of the surinitially is eight times more names in key professions (medicine opportunity nor left- common than its occurrence in the and law), in property and income general population. By the midliberal regulation tax registers, and the registers of nineteenth century, four hundred makes an iota of major universities. He and his coyears later, that has dropped to investigators draw on a large body difference. Surname around twice as common. The longof data from England, Sweden, run correlation coefficient between groups that begin the United States, Japan, China, generations of IPM names is 0.84. well maintain their The Keyneses do not quickly fall Taiwan and Korea. They find rare surnames that are uncommon and the Smiths do not rapidly rise. status over the long The among the general population but Keynesian welfare state made term. Low-status no difference to this social law. that frequently occur in tax, property, university and professional Social structure is durable. It name groups rise registries. They track these names erodes only very slowly over time. over centuries. They find that the only very gradually. Its characteristics resist, ignore and incidence of the rare surnames in defeat progressive social policies. the registries declines over time but States might as well take the multidoes so slowly. For successful rare surname cohorts, ple billions they spend on social mobility and burn the correlation between generations is typically 0.75 them in a bonfire for all the effect they have. over the long run. Sometimes it is as high as 0.9. he evidence that Clark uncovers is intriguing. This happens under almost all imaginable circumEven if the reader is not interested in the social stances, modern and medieval. That means that the sum effect of all of the participation, equity, access science, what Clark reveals about the history of surand opportunity schemes of social liberalism and names is eye-opening. Take the case of the very rare surname Pepys, made famous by the diarist Samuel social democracy is zero. The Maoist dictatorship in China killed seventy Pepys. The name group emerged from obscurity million people in the name of revolutionary equality. when one of them enrolled at Cambridge in 1496. Yet the long-term correlation coefficient for Qing Since then at least fifty-eight Pepyses have enrolled era elite surnames (the Shens) from 1912 to 2008 is at Cambridge or Oxford, most recently in 1995. 0.8—highest for professors (0.9), 0.8 for company The occurrence of the name in the general populaboard chairs, 0.74 for central government officials. tion would have predicted two or three enrolments. Neither mass murder nor the era of mega-growth The nine Pepyses who died between 2000 and 2012 after Mao had any profound effect on the historic left estates with an average value of £416,000. This pattern. Rare samurai surnames in Japan likewise was more than five times the average estate value remain socially influential. High-status surname in England in the period. This surname group has groups begin at a point in time with WIEO vastly maintained a high status over seventeen generations. C N T Quadrant June 2014 41 It Pays to Choose Your Ancestors Carefully The roll-call of persistent surnames is impressive. science, is no explanation of either social mobility Tim Berners-Lee is a descendant of a prominent or enduring socio-economic status patterns. Family, early nineteenth-century family. The great-great- on the other hand, is a powerful conduit. Parents grandfather of the left-wing Guardian newspaper can’t ensure that their children do as well as they do. editor Alan Rusbridger was the well-to-do land But the fortunes of high-achieving families often steward to the Duke of Richmond. Sweden is still rally in later generations. The traits of the family the acme of social democracy, yet rare aristocratic genotype persist across generations, appearing, surnames (Gyllenstjerna) and old Latinate clerical, disappearing and reappearing. Winston Churchill academic and merchant family names (Linnaeus, (1874–1965), was the descendant of the great general Celsius) from the eighteenth century remain socially John Churchill, the 1st Earl of Marlborough (1650– prominent. They have higher taxable incomes 1722). Winston’s mother was a Jerome, a New York than the average and a significantly higher rate of French Huguenot family. Winston’s son Randolph participation in the learned professions and the was (shall we say) a disappointment. He had universities. Sweden’s free university tuition and something of his father’s drive but not his discipline. high taxation have made no difference to the longhe tantalising mystery left unexplained by Clark term dawdling pace at which surname groups return is how and why prominent surname groups to the social average. In the United States intergenerational social come into being. This is a question not of inheritmobility rates are equally slow. Neither free-mar- ance but of origins. It is hard enough to understand ket opportunity nor left-liberal regulation makes how social aptitude is passed on; it is even more an iota of difference. Surname groups that begin difficult to understand how it begins in the first place. Looking at Clark’s evidence, well maintain their status over the it is possible to start to make some long term. Low-status name groups guesses about the origins of sucrise only very gradually. This conace, that marker cessful surname groups by considfirms what everyone already tacitly knows. Descendants of Ashkenazi of nineteenth-century ering the shared characteristics of these groups across time and space. Jews (the Goldmans), Sephardic pseudo-science, is Literacy is a common theme. The Jews (the Baruchs), the colonial no explanation of descendants of highly literate (which Dutch rich (the Vanderbilts), the Puritan New Englanders (the either social mobility also means tiny) religious groups Clevelands), colonial Ivy League or enduring socio- achieve and maintain high socioeconomic status. That is true of the names (the Rutgers) and Japanese economic status Egyptian Copts, the Ashkenazi immigrants (the Ishidas), having established a high status, retain it. patterns. Family, on Jews, the New England Puritans, French Protestant Huguenots, You can put them in internment the other hand, is a the and the Dutch Republic’s mercancamps, like the Japanese-Americans powerful conduit. tile Calvinists. High levels of litduring the Second World War, and eracy point to social exclusiveness it makes no difference over time. through achievement. Exclusiveness No amount of entrance quotas and diversity programs in universities and no tsu- is also often the converse of exclusion. In fact, exclunami of “tax the rich” and equality campaigns have sion may be more closely associated with achieveany discernable effect on the net long-term social ment than inclusion. This is true of high-achieving non-assimilated result. Social patterns, as in the nature of patterns, persist. The position of surname groups with historic endogamous religious minorities in the Muslim low socio-economic status changes at a listless pace. world, such as Assyrian and Armenian Christians This is true of pre-Civil War African-Americans and Zoroastrians. The same applies to the caste(the Merriweathers) and French-Canadian immi- exclusiveness of various Christian minorities in grants (the Gagnons). The participation of these India or to the Banias, the Indian occupational name groups in the legal and medical professions is caste, whose off-shoots are inf luential in the very low. The socio-economic standing of African- United Kingdom, the United States and Canada. Americans has declined during the term of the You can find online sites advertising “Bania IT first African-American President. Tellingly, Barack Software Engineers Matrimonial Grooms and Obama’s father was a Kenyan. Contemporary black Brides”. Egyptian Christian Copts today are the Africans have a better representation among US most sociologically over-represented cohort among US doctors. Their ancestors were a dhimmi group doctors than do white Americans. Race, that marker of nineteenth-century pseudo- in Muslim Ottoman Egypt. They were punitively- T R 42 Quadrant June 2014 It Pays to Choose Your Ancestors Carefully taxed second-class citizens who still ended up possessing half of Egypt’s wealth by the end of the Ottoman era. They then lost much of that property when Nasser nationalised it. But, as Clark observes, material fortune in one historical moment tells us almost nothing about long-term social fortune. Winning a lottery, for example, makes little difference to one’s children’s WIEO. Grants, give-aways and hand-outs have no lasting effect on who has what. It is clear that neither the direct inheritance nor grants of WIEO are significant. Nor is the key difference religion in the broad sense. High-status surname groups often overlap with religious groups. But religious membership is just as likely to correlate with low social status. What religion and high status do appear to share is literacy. The same may also apply to secular highachieving surname groups. It would be interesting to see a study of persons like Robert Fitzharding (c. 1095–1170), the effective founder of the Berkeley family dynasty, one of England’s most successful. This merchant financier of Henry Plantagenet was an Anglo-Saxon nobleman who thrived in Norman England. He founded St Augustine’s Abbey in Bristol and a family line that even today still owns much of its eleventh-century lands. Fitz is Norman French for “son of ”. Harding is Old English for hardy, brave or strong. If hardy-brave-strong character traits can be inherited, that would be very useful in the ever-shifting sands of high politics especially if combined with an inherited capacity for literate life. The founding of an abbey suggests a literate disposition. The result, a mix of hardiness and literacy, is a powerful thing. The illusion of social liberalism and social democracy is that public policy can over-write this complex story of inheritance, trait and personality. Modern liberals in England thought they could tax inheritance out of society. They couldn’t, any more than free university tuition or the attempt to liquidate social classes in China could. Society is not progressive. It is conservative. It does change but it changes slowly. Through change, continuities assert themselves. From agrarian to industrial to post-industrial society, technology, art, occupations, tastes and judgments changed. Yet through even the most momentous transformations, some things remained quietly impassive. Peter Murphy is Professor of Creative Arts and Social Aesthetics at James Cook University. The wedding party of animals The old cat with the tumour on his brow will wear a waistcoat and a bow-tie. The tumour, removed, re-grows and blends into the tigerish stripes of fur. The farm dogs too, who at another wedding barked furiously from a barn as rings were exchanged will hopefully sit near the cat, adorned in neck ruffs, a dickey, and a tie. Impossible to tell the bride it may not be perfect or even possible on the day. The tumour, black and shiny, is no excuse not to chase. A tangled tie may droop underneath a paw. The animals’ role may be mayhem but entertain the guests with champagne in their hands showing animals’ love is unashamed. Elizabeth Smither Quadrant June 2014 43 J ohn P r ine as Surrogacy and the New Misbegotten Family I n 1965, at the tail end of the baby boom, the maternity block at Crown Street Women’s Hospital was as busy as ever. It was twenty years since the war and the first of the Baby Boomers were now coming into labour. The echo of the baby boom had come, but neither the echo nor the hospital were to last. Within a few years the hospital was closed, the buildings were demolished, and out of mind went the memory of the place where so many families had been made. What happened to the labour ward admissions register? It must be stored away somewhere in some government archive. Perhaps it could be retrieved, to be put on display in a new museum dedicated to the disappearing “traditional family”. The register was a massive tome and it needed its own solid timber reading stand. Located just inside the swinging doors of the delivery suite, it lay there, open and inviting, for the stream of new arrivals. They often came charging through the double doors at around three in the morning. New arrivals were admitted one to a line down the left of the page. Along the line of each admission, handwritten progress notes in neat copperplate (before the age of computers) followed the labour across the page to the discharge instruction, which was boldly indicated by “HOME” or “BFA”. There were about forty names down each page. About half of those deliveries were destined to go home, the rest became BFAs. Medical students crowded about the register by night and day. Confining themselves to the BFAs, they studied the “form” like punters at the races. Then, all together, they scrambled for this or that delivery room to watch the coming of a newborn. Grasping a pink or blue (and hopefully never grey) baby by the neck, grappling with its soggy, slippery body and manipulating, manoeuvring and gently easing it into the world without squeezing or dropping it is all that it takes to deliver a baby. After all, childbirth is the most natural thing in the world. Actually, the BFAs were always complicated ... 44 When a BFA labour was nearing delivery, when the baby’s head became visible at the birth canal and birth was imminent, it was then that the bedside nurses moved quickly to throw a large pillow across the patient’s abdomen to prevent her from seeing what was going on at her nether end. Then the overbearing nurse on the right with the one on the left of the bed would together lean forward and encircle the patient with open arms. Clasping her in a supporting embrace, they would hold her to steady and comfort her. They would wipe the beads of sweat from her brow and whisper frothy little nothings in her ears. They would goad her tenderly but firmly through the hardest stage of labour. As the strain and pain reached crescendo, she was coaxed along with the refrain “Push, dear, into your bottom” and she needed this instruction because she was delivering blind. The emphasis on the “push” would occasionally bring in, as if on cue, the attending students in a light-hearted chorus of “Push, dear, into your bottom”, rendered at just the right tempo for the midwife to pull the baby clear and switch off the pain. That sudden release left the drugged and incoherent patient staring open-mouthed at the ceiling, whereupon the nurses’ embrace became tighter, set for restraint in case she started thrashing around, or if she came back to her senses too quickly and attempted to reach out, to dislodge the pillow, to catch a glimpse, however fleeting, of the product of her ordeal, the limp and soggy mass that was hastened out of the room before it gasped for air. The students crowding the exit doorway were focused on the midwife, who clamped and cut the cord and relayed away the baby faster than the poor mother could reset her mind. All the students straightened up and smartly stepped aside to make a passage for delivery by the wardsman of the bundle to a place outside where the newborn cry could rend the air without disturbing the equanimity of the confinement suite. Half the student body livened up enough to hurry out to watch the registrar induce Quadrant June 2014 Surrogacy and the New Misbegotten Family the newborn’s cry ... As for all those babies stolen so easily from their Sometimes the delivery didn’t run smoothly and mothers, they would become another generation for a shrill or moaning plaintive cry, “My baby!” chased everybody to feel guilty about and for heartfelt apolthe Baby For Adoption out the door and the patient ogies to be made and for prime ministerial tears to had to be restrained and consoled. Most times, the be shed forty-seven years later. But in 1965 that poor BFA was transported “unannounced” out of the wardsman was only doing his job. He was helping confinement room and the nurses smiled and nod- to farm the babies out to good Christian couples ded approvingly to the patient as they cautiously and who were unable to conceive, who were deemed by a warily relaxed their embrace with their customary: strict selection panel to be fit, willing and capable of “Everything’s going to be all right now, dearie.” giving an adopted child the best possible chance in The patient was already spaced out by the pain- life in a stable and loving family environment. The killers and the long labour. Now she was tired and babies spent no time at all in the nursery. Without light-headed as well after all that pushing, strain- fuss, they were bundled up and whisked away. Their ing and hyperventilating. Still, she managed to adoption by deserving childless couples had already return a nod or two in the direction of the nurses been arranged. and sometimes even a vacant smile of achievement. The babies had to be adopted out. The natural The nurses would then nod and order demanded it. The natural smile and caress her some more and order decreed that every baby that while everybody was smiling and was in the hospital had to go he babies spent no homeborn nodding, the midwife went about to a natural family. A natural time at all in the the undercover business of removfamily began when a man married ing the afterbirth, dropping it into nursery. Without fuss, a woman. The couple then proa bucket and taking that and a few duced children in the normal way of the remaining students quietly they were bundled up or, failing that, used adoption as a away. Those scholars were keen to and whisked away. natural and time-honoured way of perform the post-natal examination starting a family. There were all Their adoption by of the placenta. sorts of families in the world and deserving childless it was acknowledged that unnatuAfter all the evidence of the patient’s travail had left the room, couples had already ral families had their reasons for after the obstructing pillow had being. However, for the vital tasks been arranged. been removed and the birthing area of nurturing and raising children, tidied up, the patient was left to rest only the natural family could raise quietly in bed. That was an opporchildren naturally. tunity for the students who were still there to come All of this had to be impressed upon the pregaround and polish up their bedside manner. They nant country girls and it was good that the chemwould approach the patient and introduce them- istry of gestation had sensitised them to the kind selves. They would engage her with smiles and ask of chanting that the big city hospital was good at. her how she felt. Professing interest in her case, they Crown Street wasn’t just an obstetrics hospital. It would praise her for her sterling effort and make made families. The pregnant “public” patients who small talk about anything except the baby that was were sent there couldn’t help but notice the hopeful not there. childless couples outside the nursery window. The patients also spent some weeks in the hostel n 1965 that sort of confinement was “not uncom- before delivery, so there was plenty of time for them mon”. A patient was admitted into hospital to be to be coaxed and nudged along Crown Street’s famrelieved of a BFA. Crown Street was a major obstet- ily circle of values. However, if the constant chantrics teaching hospital and it delivered babies to and ing of the staff didn’t convince a patient and she still from everywhere. Young unmarried women were quibbled about having a BFA, the hard word was sent from country towns on an extended holiday to put on her. the big city once their heaviness could no longer be In 1965 it was considered to be a self-evident concealed under layers of clothing. human right for a child to have a mother and a The young women were billeted near the hos- father. Crown Street asserted that right on behalf pital, and after confinement they were sent back of its babies because the mothers could not or would home—sometimes back to school, and back behind not do it for them. Human-rights awareness was their usual desks without fuss or disruption to the pretty raw in those days. But the hostel staff were class. Occasionally, they were greeted by a testoster- very good at explaining the rights of the child to the one-mediated guffaw from the back of the room. mother who was about to lose her baby. “It is best for T I Quadrant June 2014 45 Surrogacy and the New Misbegotten Family the child, my dear.” And for the patient’s family. The family didn’t need another mouth to feed and the government didn’t pay pensions to unmarried mothers. Abortion on demand was illegal. So the babies had to be delivered instead. In 1965 the family was thriving and Crown Street posted its proud spirited contribution to family health with a large canvas, “Our Family”, which hung like an advertisement outside the social worker’s office. Another nearby maternity hospital welcomed visitors with an icon of the Madonna and Child reverentially displayed on an easel near its front entrance. But at Crown Street it was The Family as it might have been painted by Norman Rockwell that was the object of devotion. The family was highly esteemed in those days. It had just brought forth the boomer generation and for that masterly achievement everybody was singing praises of the family. A photographic exhibition, “The Family of Man”, which opened at the New York Museum of Modern Art in 1955 and toured the world for some years, seized upon the popular enthusiasm for heaping praise upon the family. In that eye-catching panegyric, family portraits from all over the world were gathered together. The eye of the camera had “penetrated beyond man’s worldly accretions, his superficial mien and social consciousness” to expose the “universal elements and emotions in the everydayness of life”. Thus the family from Kansas and the family from the Kalahari in juxtaposition revealed “the essential oneness of the family throughout the world”. There was a nonchalant “salt of the earth” composure in the eyes of those families, no look of foreboding for the day (very near) when they would be “deconstructed” into anxious nuclear fragments. The Crown Street family portrait could have been the template for that bygone exhibition. That family boasted four generations of proud, happy and healthy-looking folk of all ages with the latest addition to the extended family sitting in the lap of the elderly matriarch at the centre. There were her children and her children’s children, all with their spouses and their smiling children about them. The happiest faces in the picture were of the little ones. Born of their mothers and beaming like their fathers, these confident-looking kids could be seen grinning impishly, and boasting without being heard: “I have a Mum and a Dad and they are right there behind me.” T he Crown Street family is tightly drawn and cohesive. Its pedigree is exclusive, its bloodlines streamlined. The family blueprint can be sketched quickly and deftly into shape. Little squares and 46 little circles for males and females. Horizontal and vertical, marriage and begetting lines. A quick line drawing of the extended family reveals at a glance where and how everybody fits in. Living families are never as neat as that. Families tend to be chaotic and the family diagram would declare as much were it to be drawn completely and accurately. There are many things to do with family that people will whisper about but prefer not to put on paper and certainly not in diagrammatic form. There are black sheep, bastards and village idiots everywhere, and there are the products of consanguinity and incest that nobody wants to talk about, let alone see presented diagrammatically. The family tree diagram lives and changes with the family. In recent times, its branching and rebranching have become bewildering. Unconventional begettings are turning family diagrams into printed circuits and an orgy of surrogacy is melting down family diagrams into bowls of spaghetti and meatballs. Soon there will be no visible lines of descent to fret about and a man will not dither if he fancies fathering a child with his mother’s defrosted gametes. Surrogacy is a great invention. It presents the gift of parenthood to the couple who did not dare to dream that one day they too would become parents and cradle in their arms a baby of their very own. But surrogacy also presents the gift of parenthood to any man who wants to have a child for just his own pleasure. Men do want to be fathers. The desire for fatherhood is a normal human instinct. It is the driver for the survival of the species. But nature has made the struggle for survival vexatious for gay men by making all men dependent upon women. In his pursuit of fatherhood the gay man has had to endure endless humiliations throughout history and in all cultures. He has had to live a life of pretence. While at times he has been successful in a Darwinian sense, he has always been left to nurse a discontented love for evermore. And then came surrogacy. T he battle of the sexes has been raging since the day Man led his recalcitrant family out of the cave. But now the row has become nasty because the new feminist has hatched up some seriously progressive ideology with a dismal “Nature is bad, nurture is good” mantra which promises to undo, not just the natural family, but much more besides. As soon as her boomer cohort was old enough to have a say she started desexing everything in sight, not missing even the lowly manhole cover. She stuck her nose behind the school toilets to catch the kids learning about themselves and she marched them Quadrant June 2014 Surrogacy and the New Misbegotten Family off to sex education classes for instruction into the affirm their love by ejaculating into test tube A of correct understanding of sexuality and gender. She the IVF kit they bought from the chemist. They can insisted that all genders be equal and she has levelled then pop their chosen egg into the mix, courier the the playing field to make it all so. She has mandated conceptus to IBF and after about nine months the that there will be no boys-only games any more and firm will deliver a battery-farmed baby. no boys-only clubs any more. Making a baby for oneself is easy nowadays. Now She has decreed that boys don’t need to be pre- that the industry has gone offshore to where womb pared for manhood. Laudatory references to boy- hire is dirt cheap, surrogate farms are growing hood and manhood are discriminatory, unacceptable babies like cabbages, or in IBF’s case, like coconuts. and must be expunged from the language. There is IBF is a surrogate reproduction servicing firm no such thing as “manly virtue”, and all mentoring which recently listed in the health-care service secof boys by men is pederasty at best. tor of the All Ords. The customer does the “servicIf a deprecating opportunity presents itself, she ing” and IBF gestates and delivers the baby. IBF will put the boot in. In sex education for exam- has established a reproduction facility on a nearby ple, the teacher will discuss paedophilia and she tropical island paradise. The facility has a motelwill note in passing that the Scientific American has style hostel where the wombs (docile native girls) reported that there is no such thing are billeted and a battery of delivas a female paedophile. In school, ery rooms hidden away at the rear boys are wearing the dunce’s hat t takes an Olympian- of the premises. Thoughts of Crown and taking the Ritalin. At the end Street may spring to mind with this sized ego to wilfully arrangement of the day, the kids go wandering but the comparison home in unisex uniforms and genfabricate a new life, doesn’t really carry. der confusion. Like a forlorn hope, IBF Island mould it into a child is embraced The father figure is out of date by its barrier reef. It and all the while and the absent father is becommay wrap around itself a medicoing the norm. Men make children ignore the other half legal firewall or even an iron curwithout rite or ritual and then tain but it will be all to no avail. walk away. Children pass through of that child’s nature. One day and in time, IBF’s sins childhood without a man having But there are plenty will come of age and they will turn touched their lives. The family docask questions. One woman is of men who have such and tor dares not lay a fatherly hand on known to have sued the doctor who towering egotism. delivered her, years after the event, the shoulder of a troubled teenager lest he set off an explosion of botbecause he had given her “unlawtled-up anger. The boy may have ful life”. Her gay parents had sepanever known a father, but he’s got all the facts on rated, leaving her at home alone, to ask the mirror paedophiles, they’ve taught him those at school. on the wall, “Who am I?” Just as the Family of Man is becoming a failing Doctors are hypersensitive to the risk of medicoenterprise, the gay couple, sensitised by a newfound legal complications in their work, and thoughts of family-making potency, emerges from the closet being sued lurk at the back of every consultation. and clamour for the right to marry, to have and to However, the risk isn’t random. It depends on the raise children, to exemplify the two-father family to kind of doctoring one indulges in and it is well families that have known no father at all. known that an elective procedure is always riskier The lesbian lifestyle is stable in ways that the gay then a life-saving intervention. couple can never hope to mimic. Even so, having Obstetrics has an overall high medico-legal comtwo mothers is worse than having no father at all plication rate because people “elect” to have beautiful when it comes to turning a boy into a man. Also, and healthy babies and furthermore, they “elect” to for building up a girl’s confidence, one father does it have them without any discomfort or inconvenience better than two mothers combined and he does it, to themselves. This makes even an ordinary delivery seemingly, without even trying. a hand-sweating procedure and that’s why it comes with a fixed rating of 55 iu on the MLC scale, irrehere are no homosexuals in the most recent spective of the experience of the accoucheur. edition of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual The MLC index is a function derived from comof Mental Disorders. There is, however, a nice new puter modelling analysis of the “electivity profiles” entity called “androphilia”. of various medical and surgical interventions. The An androphiliac couple can now go into any index is charted on a scale from zero to 110. Low“ovarium” and purchase an egg. They may then risk procedures fall towards the bottom and the I T Quadrant June 2014 47 Surrogacy and the New Misbegotten Family index maxes out at 110 iu for the most dangerous (for the doctor) interventions. The MLC index is a useful clinical tool for giving pause to doctors when they go chasing challenging procedures up the scale. Actuarial tables based on the MLC index rank external cardiac massage at the bottom of the scale with an MLC of zero. That is because people actually smile about their broken ribs when they emerge alive from that procedure. By comparison, breast augmentation surgery has a calculated 85 iu. This might seem high for such a superficial operation but it’s not overvalued because, when you think about it, the surgeon is really operating on the client’s ego. No procedure has greater electivity then the one that enables the gay man to make a baby for himself. It registers a red-hot 110 on the MLC scale. Saving a life is one thing but making a life is quite another. The MLC score decorating this gay conceit should be taken as a red flag by all family-making enterprises to (at least) pause and contemplate Crown Street. I BF is serviced by an elite clientele from the most advanced Western nations. These people are in a league of their own with regard to the size of the ego. It takes an Olympian-sized ego to wilfully fabricate a new life, mould it into a child and all the while ignore the other half of that child’s nature. But there are plenty of men who have such towering egotism and they heed no red flag in their mixed-up pursuit of family bliss. One egocentric musical celebrity bragged, to a mob of reporters, “I need someone to love in my old age,” when he was taking delivery of his newly minted son. In an interview for Fathers and Babies magazine he reminisced on the sudden and unexpected passing of his beloved mother and he became dewy-eyed and grieved openly for the harshness of the fates which afforded him just a frozen egg, delivered from some Third World ovarium, with which to sire his son. “I wanted to have my mother,” he lamented to the media. At a recent promotional seminar, an IBF executive was asked how big was its potential market. The executive shrugged his shoulders and with a gesture of supplication that wiped the expert grin from his face replied, “I don’t know.” It appears that IBF’s clients are (nearly) all gay and you can’t count gays the way you count ordinary people. Today’s gay man may yesterday have had “wife, kids, the full catastrophe”. When asked if IBF would be a good stock to hold in a “mum and dad” super fund portfolio, another executive was quick to impart his confidence for the future of the company: “Imagine the economic benefits to millions of ordinary women who won’t have 48 to interrupt their careers to have babies in the oldfashioned way!” Hold IBF for the long term was his advice: “Because every hen wants to be a rooster.” In the meantime, battery baby-farming stocks have a low yield since they are dependent on a gay market which aspires to no more then token fatherhood. Gays are not into increasing the population. You won’t see a gay couple with their three kids walking in the park. Currently IBF has no choice but to promote itself to gay couples and singletons desiring a beloved for mentoring. Prospective couples are lured by the offer of a tropical island holiday at the company’s resort. Aspiring fathers can take a restful holiday in the last three weeks of their pregnancy while taking in the company’s “Parenting for Fathers” seminar. That five-day intensive program introduces and deals with the special issues and challenges of nontraditional parenthood. Early registration is advised for this essential educational experience. There is also available a post-natal hands-on workshop in “practical fathercraft”. All of IBF’s enculturation programs are designed to the highest international standards by the company’s multi-disciplinary team of experts. IBF is internationally recognised as an ethical health-care provider and a centre of excellence for the delivery of the family of the future. It is currently developing an entry-level program for the man who is reorienting from ordinary family life to gay fatherhood and family. “Making the Family of the Future” is the mission statement of IBF. On the day that a couple takes delivery of their newborn, they will receive their new baby’s birth certificate embossed with this affirmation and the names of the definitive parents of the child. On discharge from the facility the new family will receive a complimentary gift voucher for their infant’s first round of immunisation shots. All of this family-making business is exciting and challenging for any nervous first-time parent but for the newly contrived “Family of Men” there is also apprehension. After all that the couple has gone through and all that they have had to endure to come with child and give birth, their little one will begin life with a disadvantage. It will be stigmatised as illegitimate and disparaged as a “battery farm baby” by a deeply conservative family culture which denies the fathers the human rite of marriage. Their child will join about 70,000 other little innocents belonging to monogendered nuclear families in California. For the modern-day miracle baby, the happy homecoming is yet to be. But attitudes are changing. The World Court and the American College of Paediatrics, for example, have been quietly intimating: “It is no disadvantage for a little boy to have no Quadrant June 2014 Surrogacy and the New Misbegotten Family father if he has two mothers and there is no depriva- Mardi Gras. The caravan shoved off from outside tion when a little girl has no mother if she has two the Museum of Natural History, which houses a fathers. All’s well, so long as the putative parents splendid “Hall of Primitive Cultures”, and it is now of the children provide them with the appropriate gallivanting its way towards the old showground a measure of parenting.” few kilometres away where it will peter out in and This intelligence is reassuring. It means that the around the cavernous exhibition hall. gay community’s struggle for matrimonial rights As the riders head for that cave screaming “Gay and legitimacy for its children has strong support Marriage!” placards galore emerge from the dyke and will inevitably succeed. It is now time for the exhaust. In rainbow-coloured and meaningful ways, legislators to move into the twenty-first century and they leave no doubt as to what they want or when do the right thing by recognising the new facts of they desire it. But then what will they do with it? family life. My! How those little miracle babies are thrivActually, the new facts of life have already ing in the care of their mentors. They have come a arrived in California, the ACT and various other long way to attend this nuclear family friendly event Orwellian jurisdictions. In those semantic wonder- and it is wonderful to see how many other friendly lands the anti-axiomatic is the new nuclear families are attending either normal and marriage lines gaily as participants or as spectators. unite. The black sheep and his mate The rich, the famous and all hey are all together, are all smiles in the family photo. those beautiful people, marching loudly and gaily From now and forever they are in priapic solidarity, have given the cheering for the married parents and partners and big tick to the Sydney Mardi Gras, the fruit of their union can be seen disestablishment of gaily marking it as the world leader dangling legitimately in the family in the genre. Turned-on people are marriage and the tree diagram. now coming from far and wide. The progressive Western world “Oh, look! there goes that disappearance of will discriminate no more! The famous gay celebrity dad who sings the old-fashioned family will become democratic, in the Queen’s English and plays family for good. inclusive, and it will be seen to celthe piano and there’s his little son ebrate everybody’s right to family Titan. Isn’t Titan just a chip off the with issue, however engendered and old block!?” irrespective of sexual preference, sexual orientation “But Titan’s smile seems distant and unfocused. or gender identity and in any parental number or Are all trophy babies like that?” combination thereof. “His dad tells everybody that Titan smiles just All families are now equal and no families are like his grandmother, but I wouldn’t know about less equal than others. All families will have the that.” right to share in the sanctity and the blessings of “Now who’s that other guy cuddling Titan in his marriage (whatever they may be) and marriage will arms?” be redefined. Marriage is, or may be: “The union Here comes the giant wedding cake, tottering of a man or a woman to a woman or a man or a ...” terribly. It’s all patched up and worn out. But anyThe new non-discriminatory and open-ended defi- way, it won’t be needed after this year. Remember nition, however worded, will accommodate unions the tuxedoed little gays who used to grace the top long denied by thraldom to the ancient and exclu- tier? They’re gone, replaced by a couple of gynaesive family of man. Now and again people will be philic natal males (drag queens) and they’re not just able to effect unions, have babies and make families standing there holding hands. They are kicking up as naturally as in the days before the family of man their heels and waving high the rainbow flag and the took its fateful leave of the stone age cave. banner of the interlocked squares. They are making merry in gender dysphoria and sweeping the air in herd of leather-jacketed dykes-on-bikes thun- victory salute. ders down Sydney’s Oxford Street. They rev The crowds go wild as the cake cart goes passpast, each with her partner clinging tightly around ing by. People are pressing the barricades. They are her waist, and in the sidecars they are carrying fewer stretching out and waving their chosen little flags than 2.2 kids each. These families of women are all like mad. Some of the celebrants are lesbian and flying the banner of the interlinked circles. And others are completely gay. But they are the few; the there are hundreds of them. The dykes are sputter- many of the agitated are just ordinary people, the ing down the road to gay ... oblivion. sons and daughters of lapsed and fractured families, Tonight is the night of the Gay and Lesbian remnants and radicals of unstable nuclear families T A Quadrant June 2014 49 Surrogacy and the New Misbegotten Family and fugitives from the oppressive and politically uncool family of man. They are all together, loudly and gaily cheering for the disestablishment of marriage and the disappearance of the old-fashioned family for good. By now the cake has all but rattled by and alas, contingents of the clever few are surging into view. They are the people who command the language, the ones who tell you what you think on the passing of the meaning of marriage. Marching like the silent remnants of an old battalion, the very clever people from “My friends call me Aunty” are sweeping benignly by. Don’t be fooled, there’s nothing avuncular about that lot. They are Godfathers, here to pay their respects at the fall of the Family of Man. And here comes an afterthought. A contingent of High Court judges, looking like a muddle of gays in drag and moving like the shaking palsy. You wouldn’t think they could make up a full bench whatever their number. Yet they are preparing to pass judgment on the squaring of the circle. Be assured that however they frame their decision, they will only serve to dispel whatever mystery there is still left lingering in the meaning of marriage. The frolicsome adoring crowds are now jumping the barricades. They are joining hands and becoming one with the merrymakers. One big extended family it is now, strolling and ambling gaily along to the brave new world of freedom from the oppression of the family of man. In the distance, the caravan veers sharply and is lost to view behind a right turn. It is heading out of the light and back towards the cave wherein everyone will belong to everybody and everybody will love anybody and nobody will need to look up to the stars any more. John Prineas is Honorary Professor, Department of Medicine, the University of Sydney, and Adjunct Professor, Departments of Neuroscience and Pathology, UMD-New Jersey Medical School. He was made an Officer of the Order of Australia in 2011 in recognition of his research into multiple sclerosis. Beneath the Mountain Ash The winding track is lightly muddy this soggy Belgrave spring. Scrub to the side is dense and unyielding. Eucalypts rear their shaggy, honey trunks to stretch above and straggle. A crimson rosella darts nervously from a hollow; there is almost no birdsong now the nests are charged with eggs. On the dam below, pacific black and wood ducks cruise with moorhens beneath a shore lined by giant columns of mountain ash that rear like images from past millennia. Along the valley floor a muddy creek snakes past snags and undercut banks. On its sides yellow flowers stare from groundcover at the two hundred metre line of pale, pure lilies that stutter to the dam then scatter behind the bulrushes as if dabs of a colonial sense of beauty. 50 Quadrant June 2014 Paul Williamson A Summer Night, Kiama In the round night cicadas match the pulsing of the stars with their song. The priceless ceiling of Sainte-Chapelle this evening seems curiously small with rare, intricate detail as it settles its French dome on my New South Wales home: there is just enough blue in that black to make it true. From the evening’s warm cocoon little bugs of the risen moon like angels receive their wings and flutter on a thousand things, in the waters of the bird bath at the end of the garden path, making a fragile stained glass from lemon tree and bottle brush, which live in the cool reflection with a life not quite their own. On First Reading Motion’s Larkin Taking Larkin’s own advice about starting biographies a little way in, so as to avoid the analysis of a boring childhood, I begin Motion’s biography of Larkin at chapter five, page thirty-seven. Oxford. Yet as Larkin said, it’s not the Oxford of Charles Ryder devouring the Marchmains’ plovers’ eggs, or Sebastian with his teddy bear. That Oxford seems as far away as childhood does from me today. I sit remembering it for ages, for about as long as it would have taken to read the first three-dozen pages, which might have been all there was of Larkin. If there weren’t so many pages in it, death could come at any minute. Quadrant June 2014 At a Tangent to the World We’d take our coffee under fig trees or cypresses, sheltering from the winter back home, and find some peace in the goats’ tocsin bells, crumbling houses, doorways, paths through green-and-orange hills, mauve mountains further back; each moment, each day that passed was something that we’d lack but always try to recover, from then on, in one another. I’d glance up from my book in bed, and might recall olives, bread, the look of sunlight on a wall in Yiayia’s whitewashed room; you, your memory stirred by the smell of lemons, loam, or the sound of falling stones dislodged by the herd, would recall the rare peach tones of the hotel in Kiato, and wander to the window. And linger there a while, not knowing what to say, unhurried, in profile, on my final day, as curtains like a mist ghosting off the scree opened an autumn vista: stars above villages all the way to the sea, and orchards lit with oranges in valleys below … that must be filling now with snow. Stephen McInerney 51 G eoffr e y Pa rtington Lesser and Greater Faults in Australian Education T he federal Education Minister, Christopher Pyne, is justifiably concerned that some teachers are biased and unfair, knowingly or unknowingly, in their presentation to students of controversial issues. Yet this is part of the paradox of freedom. We want to teach what we believe to be true, and fear the effects of those who teach what we believe to be false, even if those who teach it are sincere. Many issues are essentially contestable. Men and women of equal intelligence, experience and integrity may legitimately come to different and even incompatible conclusions from studying the same evidence. This does not mean that anything goes. David Hume was surely right in noting that the consistent appearance of phenomena is not a logical basis for certainty that tomorrow tides will still be influenced by the relationship between Earth and Moon, but he also argued that common sense compelled us to assume that our experiences of the past are the most reliable basis for our expectations of the morrow. Australia needs neither a national curriculum nor a series of compulsory curricula devised and enforced by the states. There is every justification for discussion of relative significance and importance of kinds of knowledge and ways of knowing, but not for preventing qualified teachers from making their own decisions about classroom priorities. Specimen syllabuses Yes! Compulsory curricula No! Conflicts between relativism and objectivism may be separated into disputes about facts and those about values. Although on some matters the facts are unsure and disagreement is justifiable, there are far more that can be relied upon. Teachers are justified in instructing students, or explaining to them, that in our system of notation six plus three will be nine tomorrow, as it was yesterday and is today, or why increased printing of currency by governments without increases in productivity leads to price inflation, and so on. 52 Kuhn’s identification of “paradigm shifts” did not undermine the case for objective knowledge of phenomena outside individual objectivity, but provided further assurance that error can be reduced, if not entirely eliminated, by patient study. With conflicting values there is rarely much likelihood of their being significantly reduced by further evidence or even if every relevant fact were known and acknowledged to be true. This is not a matter for despair but is in fact the very basis on which pluralist, open societies are founded. What we can reasonably expect is that different perspectives and their underlying values should be presented fairly. A solution to the apparent values dilemma may lie in contingent relativism or, it could also be termed, contingent absolutism. This approach accepts first-order or prima facie moral values, but understands that these may conflict with each other: truth-telling and avoiding unnecessary pain are often hard to reconcile. It acknowledges that our choices are often not between good and evil but between lesser and greater evils. Should we resist evil rulers if anarchy or civil war may follow their overthrow? Should there be tighter controls on the use and distribution of dangerous drugs if further restrictions may raise prices and encourage more smuggling and other criminal activity? Contingent relativism accepts that what is right in one situation may not be right in another, because the action may in context strengthen or weaken a first-order value such as freedom or security. This is not mere casuistry. We should oppose “an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth” as the basis of our own judicial system, but in the laws of Hammurabi of Babylon the idea was intended to restrict revenge killings. We may judge torture and slavery differently if they are milder alternatives to killing captives, just as we may regard torture as the lesser evil if the sole purpose is to extract information that might save many lives from a terrorist atrocity, or the life of a child at the hands of an abductor. Bias then is a relatively minor issue compared Quadrant June 2014 Lesser and Greater Faults in Australian Education with two more recent threats to the very basics By 2000, as Richard Fox observed, “Constructivism of learning and teaching that have gained a grip now appears to dominate the view of learning on many of our schools. The two extreme devia- articulated in the educational literature, at least in tions from sensible learning theory and practice are the Anglo-Saxon academic world, and especially in Constructivism and Direct Instruction. Each of the domain of teacher education.” Constructivism these, although in opposite ways, exemplifies how expanded to be almost a total educational theory. reactions against perceived faults may easily lead to Nearly all its supporters were opponents of corporal greater faults, especially when the ideas and prac- punishment, setting and streaming, and advocates tices attacked are over-simplified for mockery. of “deep green” environmentalism. Another high Constructivism, like other child-centred edu- correlation was perhaps fortuitous: when discussing cational theories, emerged in opposition to what learning how to read, most Constructivists were seemed depersonalised and excessively organised enthusiasts for whole-word approaches. classrooms, in which technology Constr uctiv ism proved was weakening the relationship concertina-like. On the attack between students and teachers. oo much flexibility Constr uctiv ists arg ued that The faults of what existed were “learning is an active process” may undermine often exaggerated and many and denounced as reactionary structure and Constructivists condemned past classrooms characterised by education in general as attempts and reading; but on the continuity, but too listening to pour information into young defensive they often conceded that much rigidity may listening and reading may be active minds. “From the textbooks of the teachers to the exercise books of processes. On the attack, they stifle independent the students without entering the asserted that “the way in which thinking. Such minds of either” was a common science ideas are constructed by quip. pupils reflects the nature and status considerations, Several very different ways of however, seem seldom of science as public knowledge” teaching or promoting children’s and constitutes a valid “alternative to worry either learning can be highly successconception” of science. In retreat ful (or a downright failure). In my Constructivists or they claimed they were only experience the best teachers are concerned to vindicate the active advocates of Direct role of the student in learning. not all set in one mould but share a willingness to vary the balance On the attack, they argued that Instruction. between the contributions to learn“knowledge” (not knowledge, ing made by teacher and student of course) does not and cannot in explanation and questioning, between consoli- represent independent reality. When attacked, they dating what is already at least partly understood might concede that independent reality sometimes and posing fresh challenges. The age and ability forces us to change our ideas. of students, the overall structure of the school, the Two key slogans of Constructivism were: behavioural atmosphere of the classroom and the Learning is an active process. Yes, but not only state of mind of the teacher are among the elements an active process and only then given an unuthat influence just how the teacher tries to teach sual definition of activity. Many Constructivists and the students to learn. Too much flexibility may are inconsistent in whether they classify reading undermine structure and continuity, but too much and listening as merely passive modes of learnrigidity may stifle independent thinking. Such con- ing. Reading provides another classic example of siderations, however, seem seldom to worry either conflicting evaluation. The child-centred generConstructivists or advocates of Direct Instruction. ally argue that children will only begin to learn to read in earnest once they understand the use and purpose of reading. Yet in fact even more children Constructivism only begin to see its point after they learn to do it. onstructivism made significant progress in Sometimes, however, inconsistency may save the Western education during the 1970s. In some day. Many teachers like the sound of their own ways it seemed a fusion between child-centred voices and it is the rare Constructivist who consistideas and relativist versions of Neo-Marxism. ently remains a passive bystander. Britain, USA and Canada were prominent in early Knowledge is constructed. Constructivists became Constructivism, but New Zealand and Australia divided broadly between those who hold that were even more influential Constructivist pioneers. knowledge is personal and constructed by each T C Quadrant June 2014 53 Lesser and Greater Faults in Australian Education individual and those who argue for its social construction. Individual constructivism is based, New Zealander Beverley Bell claimed, on the basis that “knowledge is the personal construct of an individual and does not exist externally to be transmitted”. Some educators were attracted by what they saw in Constructivism as acceptance of the importance of identifying misconceptions in students’ thinking as part of the process of fostering better understanding, but constructivist scepticism as to whether external reality can itself be apprehended may undermine basic learning processes. The problem of the biased teacher is small compared with that of teachers who decline, on fair-sounding grounds, to instruct the children in their charge. Biased teaching is deplorable, but over the generations many students have reacted successfully against bias and developed their own ideas, whereas Constructivism may provide students with inadequate information to support or refute propositions. Although teachers should take account of children’s experiences outside school, there is often no direct line from personal experience to scientific understanding: many basic concepts of modern science, such as atoms, hydrogen, neutrons, genes and DNA, are outside the realm of everyday perception. Were this not so, everybody would long ago have advanced to scientific understanding, since all experience the natural phenomena around them. Contrary to Constructivist claims, lasting learning requires initiation into rules and principles, accompanied by appropriate techniques. If knowledge cannot be imparted and can only be acquired by direct personal construction, how can children ever master complex conceptual schemes that have taken generations of experts to establish? Other teachers who view themselves as progressive or radical are attracted to Constructivism by what seem egalitarian values in reduction of teacher-power and enlargement of students’ own contribution to their learning. However, as the Marxist sociologist Pierre Bourdieu discovered, children from well-informed families that employ “extended language” frequently in the home are put at an even greater advantage compared with students with little cultural capital at home, a restricted code of language and in consequence greater dependence on schools and teachers, if the teachers fail to play an active part in instruction. Evidence of the growing ascendancy of Constructivism was provided by the Australian on February 4, 2004. One of the winners of the paper’s $40,000 Australian Awards for University Teaching, Professor Laurie Brady of Sydney University of Technology, was reported as condemning “a culture of education that inflicted learning upon pupils”. 54 He added that “thirty years ago, teaching was regarded as the transmission of knowledge. Now it is active and personal experience.” Brady was right that thirty years earlier many teachers still tried to inflict learning upon pupils and to transmit knowledge. Were it up to him, none, rather than a declining few, would be doing so today. Flinders University illustrates the dominance by Constructivism over some two or three decades. Not long ago the aim of Curriculum Studies Mathematics 1 (R-7) was stated to be: To assist students to gain an understanding of the processes of learning and developing mathematics, to apply this understanding to the development of concepts and processes in elementary mathematics and to investigate activities which will enable children to construct mathematical concepts and processes in both school and non-school settings. “Learning outcomes” sought are “recognition of the differences between mathematics and numeracy” and “knowledge of the conditions and approaches which enhance the constructive learning of mathematics”. In Curriculum Studies Science, “methods and resources based on a constructivist view of learning will be illustrated and discussed” and success in the assessment requires “preparing (and justifying) plans that are consistent with contemporary guidelines and practice”. Acceptance of constructivism seems to be a condition of passing such courses, even though the maths course claims that it is “developing a critical stance to issues and practices in learning mathematics”. Few student teachers enrolled in Maths and Science teaching methods courses had passed Year 12 maths, physics or chemistry at school! Somehow, people who know little about mathematics or science, but who have been on courses about Constructivism, were thought more likely to be effective teachers than people with considerable substantive knowledge who had not been initiated into Constructivist pedagogy. Were this the case, there would be no such thing as “shortage” subjects, since initiation into Constructivism would enable all of us to teach anything. Direct Instruction D irect Instruction (DI) is the mirror image of Constructivism. Whereas Constructivism rejected excessive teacher control and direction, DI attracted by its apparent capacity to bring some structure and order to the abysmally low standards of Aboriginal education. The fundamental reasons Quadrant June 2014 Lesser and Greater Faults in Australian Education for this malaise lie, of course, outside the educa- schemes often produce very good results that are tional system. Broken homes, poor diet, alcohol not sustained when extended beyond the initial and drug abuse, avoidable damage to hearing and participants. Those he has chosen to head DI in sight, domestic violence and the like ruin the lives Cape York seem capable and energetic. With the of large numbers of Aboriginal children. spotlight of publicity on them and well-publicised However, the educational establishment bears support from prime ministers, this dedicated its share of the blame because: team produced promising results. Patrick Mallett, • Aborigines are constantly told that the the principal of the largest of the Pearsonremaining shreds of their traditional cultures and inspired schools at Aurukun, wrote, as cited by languages are rich and valuable for their futures, the sympathetic Nicolas Rothwell, that he “came so that the preservation and strengthening of quickly to realise that DI was a miracle that had “Aboriginal identity” should be the prime educa- dropped out of the sky, and the people here were the tional objective. best I’ve ever worked with. We’ve stumbled upon • Very little criticism is made of individual stu- the solution to what has been perplexing the rest dent errors for fear of reducing their self-esteem. of Australia.” Would that he were right! However, Criticism of families and communities is construed Rothwell conceded that there was “disquiet when very often as racism, not accepted, in public at least, some of the figures from Aurukun showed a mild as accurate and worthy of serious decline in some subject areas”. response. DI is an extreme, or highly • There are insufficient incenconsistent, of programmed t is hardly surprising learning; ifvariety tives of either the “stick” or “carrot” followed exactly, as that Noel Pearson in the schools developed by Noel type to persuade many Aboriginal students to engage in demanding and his educational Pearson, it has the advantage of and difficult work at school. Many being almost teacher-proof, since advisers, desperate every Aboriginal students believe, probstep, virtually every word, is ably correctly, that they will be set down; and no time is wasted on to find a radical looked after by the Australian govteachers’ digressions. And little, if alternative to ernment if they never even look for any, scope is provided for student work. They consider they deserve educational anarchy, initiative. much more than they get because The historically aware will see looked outside once the whole of Australia a similarity to the “Monitorial” belonged to them but was stolen Australia for advice. or “Lancasterian” systems that from them. dominated elementary education • Generations of failed promises in England around 1800. The most about the effects of higher educational expenditure expert Lancasterian teacher claimed to be able to have fed Aboriginal scepticism about any signifi- teach a thousand children more effectively than cant benefits from extended education. other teachers could teach a hundred. About thirty • Truancy, hard to reduce let alone eradicate, older and brighter boys and girls (usually aged is made a justification for lack of continuity in eleven to thirteen) were selected as monitors. They instruction, since so few students have attended all assembled around the teacher, who taught them lessons in particular sequences. two or three facts. The monitors then dispersed • Committees and commissions of inquiry and each taught these same facts to a group about consist largely of the people now in control of thirty-strong. Once they were satisfied that the Aboriginal education who are largely responsible new facts had been learned, they returned to the for making bad situations worse. teacher for the next facts. Periodically the teacher • It is hard to find Australians, irrespective of checked that the monitors had been accurate. their racial background, who can be trusted to Obviously this was not a system that encouraged be open and candid in any investigations about creativity or independence of thought, but it proved Aborigines. far more successful than commentators today It is hardly surprising that Noel Pearson usually allow. It was adopted in Britain when and his educational advisers, desperate to find a there were few suitable teachers available and little radical alternative to educational anarchy, looked money, but Australia today has ample numbers of outside Australia for advice. Pearson became teachers who possess at least paper qualifications convinced that the American National Institute in higher education and have undergone teacher for Direct Instruction has the answers, but he may training. Attempts to turn around a deeply flawed not have allowed for a “Hawthorn Effect”: Trial system have to start somewhere, but DI should be I Quadrant June 2014 55 Lesser and Greater Faults in Australian Education seen as only a short-term emergency policy that may get a few more Aboriginal children learning a bit more than they do at present. Excessive praise lavished on so restricted a scheme may well jeopardise attempts to achieve a sensible balance between the under-teaching of Constructivism and the spoon-feeding with small cutlery of DI. Pearson’s team uses the American version of DI without alteration. There is very little likelihood of Aboriginal children acquiring at school both adequate contemporary knowledge and traditional lore. DI distinguishes between “Class” (designed to “deliver literacy and numeracy”), “Club” (lessons in sport and music) and “Culture” (a subject that includes local languages and traditional and environmental knowledge and has a syllabus drawn up locally). Twenty hours a week are devoted to Class, but Club and Culture have only optional lessons that “extend the school day by ninety minutes”. Rothwell comments that “attendance is almost universal”. It is sensible to concentrate on the sphere of “Class”, but it is unclear whether the supplements for “Club” and “Culture” are designed to placate the advocates of Aboriginal languages and traditional beliefs in the schools or are seriously intended. In reality they must either be diluted close to nothingness or undermine the main objective. Aborigines cannot gain equality or prosperity by spending their time trying to perpetuate a set of cultural remnants of little more relevance in mastering modernity than the myths of the Celts or Saxons. Constructivists were wrong when they claimed that mainstream education was based on the bucket theory of learning in which students are merely passive receptacles, but that charge is certainly justified when used against DI. Geoffrey Partington is retired from his work as a teacher educator, and now lives in Melbourne. His most recent book, Making Sense of History (Xlibris), was reviewed in the May issue. What the woodwork reveals Walking with a limp, a lockstephopstep that jolts hip and frame down Main Street I see an unnoticed-until-this-day array of hobbling, rollicking, movement-challenged gimps like me, the Zimmer-pushing halt and lame. A phenomenon first experienced to this extent when pregnant and, surely, half the eligible population in the Capital and the burbs was enceinte or postpartum with babe in arms or pram. Like to like. Limp to limp. Baby blimp to blimp. Clash Bemused, I hobble on. Robyn Lance Recalling the rut, the giant moso bamboos clash with each other, echoing the percussion of wild stags in collision. Andrew Lansdown 56 Quadrant June 2014 Breathing Time after the installation Tempo para Respirar (Breathing Time) by Brazilian artist Maria Nepomuceno, Turner Contemporary, Margate My feet lie like two blue fish on a coil of blue rope, as if some fisherman’s dragged them from the turbid sea outside. I think of standing in the blue volcano, being swept away in the lava of blue beads. Instead, I sit and breathe, let part of me float skyward to rest in the empty chair swaying somewhere towards heaven. We’ll all leave our empty chairs on earth. A plant made of rope climbs the wall of my memories. The Mexican hats are not mine, although I remember someone wearing one once. Perhaps I’ll lie in the red hammock, take my first breaths again in the embrace of its stripey vulva, held firm on its emphatic red elephant’s foot. Yes, I’ll spend time breathing there, just as I’m breathing here, now, writing this, then I’ll leave everything, never having stood in a blue volcano, what remains of my breath hanging somewhere on a chair near the ceiling. A Cornishman Addresses His Metal You riddler of the landscape, erector of engine houses, you currency of now redundant stannery towns, you oxidised element from Group Fourteen co-habiter with germanium and lead. You has-been. You with your Great Flat Lodes, your well buried seams. You counterfeit silver, you soft, worthless bender. You, who can’t stand up on your own, relying on others, pimping yourself with pewter, alloyed with copper. You gave us work and took our lives. You inhabiter of granite, you lurker, you luck-deliverer, you with your Knockers. You elude us in mines that cave in, collapse, flood with the tide, we died for you, cried for you, left home for you, wanted you hated you, needed you, found you far away, sweated for you. You, our shiny past, our lost fortune, our exploited land, its pride. Victoria Field Note: “Knockers” are mythological “ little people” who inhabit the tin mines in Cornwall, making mischief or protecting miners Quadrant June 2014 57 B.J. C om a n The War of the Roses On the Disturbances in Gene Land I nternational Darwin Day was held on February 12. It is a recently established feast day for the non-deluded. Celebrations were held in many localities including Costa Rica, where inhabitants and visitors at Sloth Creek enjoyed a day of “Darwin, thought, reason and fun”. I would have thought that the first three activities precluded the fourth, but that’s just me perhaps. They might have chosen a better-named venue too. The event is managed globally by the American Humanist Association. No surprise there! In London, the event was chaired by Professor Richard Dawkins. No surprise there either. I have a suspicion that anyone turning up in clerical garb would not be made to feel welcome. Unless, of course, that person had a copy of Bishop Robinson’s Honest to God prominently displayed. For Catholic clerics, a conspicuous volume of Teilhard de Chardin might just pass muster. I mention all this by way of background. The establishment of such a secular feast day might lead you to believe that the celebration bespeaks of a united appreciation of the great man and his theory. It is not so. If you thought that the sort of verbal pugilism exhibited between Darwin’s Bulldog (Huxley) and Soapy Sam (Wilberforce) was consigned to the dustbin of history, you are very much in error. Today, wars over Darwin and his theory are not just continuing, but are of increasing ferocity. There is, however, one major difference between then and now. Soapy Sam’s opposition to Darwinism was of a religious nature, but today’s opponents are, for the most part, godless. This is not a battle between science and religion: it is a battle between rival factions within Darwinism. And like Legion, they are many. I hesitate to say that it is a battle within science, because I am not at all convinced that the various parties always argue from a purely scientific point of view. Indeed, I’m not sure there is such a thing. In fact, the Darwin wars are really a subset of the more general science wars which reached their peak a couple of decades ago. The heart of the 58 matter is a turf war concerning the objectivity of science and what counts as being “scientific”. Put in over-simplified terms, the old science disciplines tend to be on one side and the newer social sciences on the other. This is not just an ideological matter. Funding and status are at stake. These days, unless you can demonstrate that what you are doing is “scientific”, your likelihood of attracting funding is very low. Ask any of the refugees from the former Humanities departments in the universities. In some respects, the science wars resemble the history wars but, as will become evident, simple comparisons are unhelpful. Although both conflicts involve what might be termed postmodern influences and a strong presence of New Left ideo logy, the science wars, especially as they apply to Darwinism, are more complicated and any simple characterisation of Left/postmodern approaches as relativistic compared to the supposed objectivity of their opponents is quite incorrect. Right at the start, I need to make my own position clear. Having now laboured through a good number of books and articles dealing with the general matter of evolutionary theory and its application to human nature (Wilson, Ehrlich, Dawkins, et hoc genus omne) I find myself in general agreement with the late David Stove, the Sydney philosopher, whose book Darwinian Fairytales first appeared in 1995. He had no difficulty accepting the fact of evolution, but the various theories were another matter. I concur and thereby must describe myself as a lapsed Darwinist. The term connotes not so much a total break as a slow falling away or inattention to devotional practices, and is thus far less serious than the term apostate, which usually involves some form of vigorous denial. With this distinction in mind, the reader might understand that, in classing myself as a lapsed Darwinist, I am not thereby committing myself to the ranks of the Young Earth Creationists or sundry other groups who are vigorous in their denial of evolution. I should also add that my lapsed condition has nothing to do with any religious Quadrant June 2014 The War of the Roses belief, although I class myself as a Christian. The Christian doctrines in which I believe have nothing to say about natural selection, genes and random mutation. argued and this includes the essays contributed by the Professors Rose themselves. Both of the Roses have published widely and are well regarded by their peers. This is reflected in the fact that they were able to attract a diversity of talent in this volume, f your knowledge of evolutionary theory comes including Stephen Jay Gould and Mary Midgley. simply from watching David Attenborough on To be sure, there is a spicing of feminist/leftish the television or reading press reports on the lat- analysis but I found most of the essays reasonably est utterances from Richard Dawkins, or Daniel even-handed. Dennett, or even our own Tim Flannery, then any Alas Poor Darwin is a sustained attack on a notion of disturbances amongst the White Coats particular grouping of evolutionary thought called will come as a surprise. To really get a feeling for the evolutionary psychology, or EP for short (one scope and intensity of the Darwin wars, you need of the essays has the marvellous title “EP Phone to dig deeper. You could go to the various specialist Home”—an allusion to the need for the devotees scientific journals where most of the hand-to-hand of EP to return to the real world). I use the term fighting is taking place but this is an arduous busi- grouping because there are many rooms in the EP ness, made all the more tedious by mansion but their occupants are the need to translate the peculiar by no means a harmonious family. terminology used by evolutionary hat Evolutionary What justifies the collective title biologists/psychologists/socioloof EP is a shared view that human Psychology asks you nature gists. A far better option is to find a (including aspects such as to believe is that the memory, perception and language) book where a more general account of the various protagonists might theory explains war, is a product of evolution. The brain be found. Of course, it is too much is an information processing device male aggression, to ask for a non-partisan account— that evolved way back in the Stone they don’t exist. In ordinary wars, Age. Different neural mechanisms love, altruism, they say, we usually get only the that we recognise today evolved marriage, rape, our in victor’s account, but in the Darwin early ape-persons (I tread carewars there are no victors and we appreciation of beauty, fully here). More accurately, they tend to get many accounts. Even so, are a product of natural selection our preference for some are better than others, and I during the Pleistocene, when our want to concentrate on one exam- landscapes with open prehistoric ancestors are said to ple which at least has the virtue of vistas, and so on. In have roamed the African savangiving a reasonably clear account nah. What this means for us today of the battleground. This is Alas fact—let’s be honest— is that our behaviour is directly Poor Darwin, edited by Hilary and it explains everything. linked to those neural structures Stephen Rose and published back that developed back in the distant in 2000. There are fifteen essays by past. What it also means, for the academics (most are professors) in sociology, genet- devotees of EP, is that this approach is “scientific” ics, animal behaviour, psychology and philosophy. compared with what they see as the dubious status It is not my intention to provide a full review of of all other approaches. the book. Rather, I wish to highlight some of the Now, if you think all of this appears to be material contained in it which, I think, is critical to acceptable, consider the consequences a little more understanding the Darwin wars and their impor- carefully. What EP asks you to believe is that the tance. Whilst the book is now somewhat dated, theory explains war, male aggression, love, altruI believe most of the issues under contention are ism, marriage, rape, our appreciation of beauty, our unchanged. preference for landscapes with open vistas, and so First, a word about the Roses. They have form, on. In fact—let’s be honest—it explains everything. if you know what I mean. Hilary Rose is described If you think I am exaggerating here, let me quote a on the cover blurb as a “feminist sociologist”, whilst couple of examples from the “scientific” literature. Stephen has been described by an admiring colBack at the turn of this century, biologist Randy league as “the last of the Marxist radical scientists”. Thornbill and anthropologist Craig Palmer pubEven the Guardian once described him as “a polem- lished a book called The Natural History of Rape. In icist on the left”. This is a case of the pot calling the it, they argue that rape is an adaptive strategy by kettle red—or pink, anyway. But I have to say that which otherwise sexually unsuccessful men propathe material in the book is well written and well gate their genes by mating with fertile women. I W Quadrant June 2014 59 The War of the Roses Here they were merely echoing the sentiments of the sociobiologist David Barash, who some twenty years earlier had written, “If nature is sexist, don’t blame her sons.” The second example comes from an article published in Psychology Today in 2007. Here, two practitioners of EP, Alan Miller and Satoshi Kanazawa, explained why men like blonde bombshells. For clarity, it will be necessary for me to quote at a little length: Until very recently, it was a mystery to evolutionary psychology why men prefer women with large breasts, since the size of a woman’s breasts has no relationship to her ability to lactate. But Harvard anthropologist Frank Marlowe contends that larger, and hence heavier, breasts sag more conspicuously with age than do smaller breasts. Thus they make it easier for men to judge a woman’s age (and her reproductive value) by sight—suggesting why men find women with large breasts more attractive. Alternatively, men may prefer women with large breasts for the same reason they prefer women with small waists. A new study of Polish women shows that women with large breasts and tight waists have the greatest fecundity, indicated by their levels of two reproductive hormones (estradiol and progesterone). Blond hair is unique in that it changes dramatically with age. Typically, young girls with light blond hair become women with brown hair. Thus, men who prefer to mate with blond women are unconsciously attempting to mate with younger (and hence, on average, healthier and more fecund) women. It is no coincidence that blond hair evolved in Scandinavia and northern Europe, probably as an alternative means for women to advertise their youth, as their bodies were concealed under heavy clothing. Bernard Levin once discussed the possibility of a new “shortcut” symbol or word (similar in function to sic or ibid) which indicates, “I have not made this up”. Such an abbreviation applies to the above. By now, you may be getting just a glimmer of an idea why Hilary Rose, amongst many others, is not enthusiastic about these EP theories. “But surely,” I hear you say, “these are just a few cranks at the extreme end of EP?” Not so. The crankiness goes all the way down, and for one simple reason: when you make an a priori assumption that evolutionary theory explains everything, you are committed to doing just that. Hence, for instance, 60 the respected godfather of sociobiology, E.O. Wilson, finds that our liking for pleasant gardens with lawns, water features, abundant flowers and fruiting trees and, perhaps, a distant prospect of Eton College, all hark back to the Pleistocene when we appreciated good foraging spots close to water and with a clear view of approaching enemies (in which case, I should replace Eton with the LSE). He knows, too, why men have a preference for women with high cheekbones, a thin jaw, large eyes and a shorter distance between mouth and chin and between nose and chin—we have an exaggerated view of those features in women which are indicators of youth, virginity and the prospect of a long reproductive period. Again, I have not made this up. And now it’s time to move on to some of the considerations of EP which lie outside the province of “straight biology”. Earlier in this essay, I warned that there are no non-partisan accounts of EP. When it comes to the political ramifications of EP, the Roses have decidedly strong views. Amongst other things, they feel that EP has been used to justify the horrendous programs of the Right. During the 1980s, they penned a joint essay showing how sociobiology was culturally underpinning “the Thatcherite attack on the welfare state”. Now, we must grant them their initial feminist/Marxist positions for, in EP, there is no such thing as “the view from nowhere”. Even so, I do find it hard to fit Denis and Maggie Thatcher into any Darwinian picture. Denis was hardly the epitome of male aggression and Maggie was certainly not known for submissiveness. Concerning hair colour and other more delicate matters, I have no data. But, to be fair, the influence of Darwinism in politics is not without some historical evidence. Everyone has heard or read about Social Darwinism and Herbert Spencer. And everyone, including the Roses, knows that Marx and Engels were greatly attracted to Darwin’s theory. The point is that ideas have consequences, often outside their own particular field, and this is especially true of Darwinian ideas. At a broader level, as the Roses correctly point out, the terms “Darwinian” and “evolutionary” are now applied to almost every province of human endeavour. We have, as well as evolutionary biology (the type species, so to speak), evolutionary medicine, psychology, psychiatry, sociology and even evolutionary economics. And, of course, we have the evolution of the universe. As for “Darwinian”, its features and methodologies are now invoked to explained advances in computer technology, expansion of internet companies and even the growth and competition of rival scientific theories. What the Roses fail to mention is the enormous boost Quadrant June 2014 The War of the Roses given to the whole Darwin business by television to kick another person’s dog. For practitioners in the nature shows and how, by this means, it has seeped social sciences, the worst possible insult is to imply into popular culture as a theory of everything. that what they do is not science. The EP faction, Darwinism is now certainly a great deal more than as well as many in the more traditional sciences, a theory in biology. uses this insult regularly. Back in 1994, scientists The baleful influence of the EP nonsense has Paul Gross and Norman Levitt published Higher a very long reach indeed. Jonathan Gottschall, an Superstition: The Academic Left and its Quarrels with American literary scholar and EP fellow travel- Science. It was a very palpable hit and the Roses, in ler, has written on Homer’s Iliad (The Rape of Troy: particular, took it hard. Even the title has a bite, Evolution, Violence and the World of Homer, 2008). suggesting as it does a sort of Darwinian analogue Here, as he tells us, he “experienced of Higher Criticism. This was no the Iliad as a drama of naked apes leather-glove slap but a mailed … Intense competition between he Darwin wars fist. Soon after, the physicist Alan great apes, as described by both Sokal published a hoax article in Homer and by primatologists, fre- are all about differing Social Text, an academic journal of conceptions of the quently boils down to precisely the postmodern cultural studies. It was same thing: access to females.” Yet another palpable hit, the scientific nature of scientific equivalent again, I have not made this up. of the Ern Malley affair. inquiry and, as a Forget about the talking horses; Now the defenders of scientific forget those lines in Book 7 (421– corollary, of scientific purity certainly have a lot going 32) when the Trojans and Achaians for them. There is a good deal of respectability. And rubbish gather to bury their dead; and, coming from social sciespecially, forget this line—“There ences. In the January-February it is here that a is nothing alive more agonised than issue of Quadrant, I made mention real Darwinian man / of all that breathe and crawl of “happiness studies” as an examstruggle for resources ple. The trouble is that the forces across the earth”. It’s all down to raping women. Sic transit gloria of scientific purity have been contakes place— mundi. sistently undermined by the EP funding, university crowd (who suppose that they fight s I intimated above, the real under the same banner) whose own professorships, source of the Darwin wars “research” often amounts to little appointments to has little to do with straight biolmore than pure speculation—“And chairs, and so on. ogy, despite appearances to the why beholdest thou the mote that contrary. The mutual detestation is in thy brother’s eye, but considflowing between Richard Dawkins erest not the beam that is in thine and E.O. Wilson (age has not wearied them) might own eye?” The examples I have quoted earlier in this be the stuff of legend, but it is incidental to the essay are just the tip of the iceberg. As Hilary Rose main game. No doubt their particular conflict has rightly points out: its origins in the Palaeolithic when cave-persons For those conscious that scholars of prehistory fought over access to food, water, mates, or a hill work with highly fragmentary evidence, from with a view. Mind you, both of these persons have shards of bones, fossils, and very occasionally enjoyed rich pasturage over their long careers and entire bodies preserved by ice or some geological the concept of some sort of Darwinian struggle for quirk, the belief that late twentieth-century scarce resources somehow doesn’t ring true. No, the people can know the human psychological Darwin wars are all about differing conceptions architecture of our early ancestors with any of the nature of scientific inquiry and, as a coroldegree of certainty and accuracy is difficult to lary, of scientific respectability. And it is here that a take seriously. real Darwinian struggle for resources takes place— funding, university professorships, appointments to In any case, the whole attempt to reduce conchairs, and so on. There are many ways to provoke a conf lict sciousness and mental actions to physical explanabetween humans, not all of them recognisably tions (which is, at base, what a lot of EP is about) Darwinian. In the olden days, it was enough to is fraught with problems. There have been powerful administer a gentle slap to the face with your glove. critiques of this from philosophers such as Thomas Amongst Australian drovers, as Banjo Paterson Nagel (The View from Nowhere; Mind and Cosmos) astutely observed, the surest way to ensure a fight is and David Stove (Darwinian Fairytales) and from T A Quadrant June 2014 61 The War of the Roses scientists themselves. The mathematician and philosopher David Berlinski has produced a very entertaining account titled The Devil’s Delusion. T here can be no question that the science wars and the Darwin wars in particular have had a negative influence on the standing of science in society. Hilary Rose correctly identifies this but then supposes that it has been feminism and environmentalism, working in tandem, that have done much to challenge the pretensions of scientific reductionism. I would have thought that these two influences were minor compared to modern science’s capacity for self-harm. The self-harm in my view arises because of the consistent habit of the White Coats to make premature announcements of their successes. Every other week on the television news or in the papers, we have reports of new breakthroughs (usually cancer cures) or of new evidence confirming some impending doom—climate catastrophe, super bugs, ocean acidification, collapse of fish stocks. Like the very super bugs themselves, the general populace eventually develops, via adaptation, an aversive response. People no longer take much of it very seriously. When you send out mixed messages, combining ecological catastrophism with promethean claims of salvation via new technologies, and then fail to deliver, what else can you expect? The premature and “golly gosh” announcements of success or of impending doom arise for one simple reason—Darwinian struggle for scarce funding. This is the era of short-term, results-based funding and you either produce the goods quickly or you starve. The whole landscape of scientific research has changed utterly in the last fifty years. When I began as a young research biologist in pest animal research back in the 1960s, funding was rarely a critical issue. There were cashed-up industry funds (Wool Board, Wheat Board, Australian Meat and Livestock Corporation, and so on). CSIRO enjoyed an immensely high reputation and was well-funded. Most of the states had their own government research stations and, most importantly, there was a willingness on the part of the funding bodies to put money into long-term, basic research. For their part, the universities also enjoyed generous research funding. Like many other young graduates of my era, I was encouraged by my employer to return to the academy and study for a higher degree. Science never had it so good. Perhaps I could repeat a little true story, published in a Quadrant article of mine many years ago, which 62 demonstrates the (excessively) high standing of science back in those days. For many years, I worked at a regional research centre in Victoria. There were pasture scientists, sheep and cattle specialists, and even people to advise on such lowly tasks as poisoning rabbits or spraying Paterson’s curse (I was such a one). One specialist, a colleague of mine, was a soil scientist. He once visited a farm to help with a soil erosion problem and, in the course of general conversation, the topic got around to geology. “See those volcanic rocks,” he said to the old cocky, “they are Pliocene, six million years old.” Now it so happened that, some eight years later, another colleague of mine from the old Department of Agriculture visited this same farm to advise on pasture treatment (for red-legged earth mites, as I recall). They drove past the same rock outcrop. “See those rocks,” said the old cocky, “they’re six million and eight years old.” There is a final irony in all this. Readers must now consider the awkward position confronting those fundamentalist Christians long accustomed to the ridicule of the EP mob (and their opponents) and, of course, to that of the general media (Kick a Fundo for Science—or the ratings). Suddenly, they behold the spectacle of their long-time enemies falling upon each other in mortal combat. Should they rejoice or take pity? Certain of the Church Fathers were of the opinion that the spectacle of the suffering inflicted on the damned in hell would add to the happiness of the souls in heaven. But Schadenfreude is hardly a Christian virtue. There are theological problems—taking delight in the suffering of others is not in the spirit of the Sermon on the Mount or, for that matter, in the spirit of certain books of the Old Testament—“Rejoice not when thine enemy falleth, and let not thine heart be glad when he stumbleth” (Proverbs). Besides, there is a more general problem for Christians, nicely summarised by Tertullian: Omne enim spectaculum sine concussione spiritus non est. (There is no public entertainment which does not inflict spiritual damage.) It is worth adding that he made this observation eighteen centuries before the advent of reality television and the ABC. This is a powerful argument for the efficacy of Christian prophecy—and for getting rid of the ABC. B.J. Coman is the editor of Connor Court Quarterly and the author of the essay collection A Loose Canon. He contributed “The Enduring Problem of Monkey Business” to the January-February issue. Quadrant June 2014 Morning blackbird on the lawn The raised square of lawn edged with stone makes a flat stage. The radio releases Eine kleine Nachtmusik and a blackbird appears. You’d swear he knows stage directions. Stage right then three bold hops, a glide, a pause timed as ballet music is always surprising you with its pauses, its way of not quite following the beat (the blackbird exits and runs behind the curtain) then boldly reappears, up stage centre listening for a worm underneath the music the worm of sorrow and weeping, someone said, that the discerning can always hear in Mozart “Listen and you’ll hear Mozart screaming”. Just an old sage, a bigot, I thought, but now the bird, levering up a worm, is concentrating as if there’s something deeper even than music deeper even than the beauty that covers everything. Ironing shirts A friend, paying for hospitality once ironed a great quantity of business shirts of the husband of the hostess. Over the back of the dining room chairs they hung stripes and plain, finest Egyptian cotton until the room was full of arms and necks: she left the fronts unbuttoned. The scent of ironing outdid the bowls of flowers on table and dresser and a bowl of potpourri while I, watching, marvelled at a sort of swimming with the iron a familiarity as it raced along a sleeve or down a placket having first flattened the seams and done the collar, yoke and cuffs of different styles and depth. It seemed an intimacy with a man greater than a diary or appointment book. Thin stripes or wider, one was pink, washed out like blood, rinsed and re-rinsed until it barely blushed, though still stood out among the white shirts for a week. Finally the iron was set at ease. Folding began. The dry air resumed its accommodating damp the chairs were cleared as if from cloaks and six flat shirts on either hand were taken off to rest on shelves. Quadrant June 2014 Elizabeth Smither 63 J uli a Patr ick Bill Gibson, Cochlear Implant Hero T he cochlear implant, that wonderful little electronic device, has brought many thousands out of their silent world and is now recognised as life-changing technology for the deaf. But it was not always so. That so many Australians have been given the gift of hearing is due to the surgical skill, perseverance and dedication of an extraordinary man: Professor William Gibson, simply known as Bill. To further a cause he profoundly believed in, he overcame sustained and sometimes vicious opposition from doctors, the health profession generally and, strange as it may seem, from the deaf themselves. Surgically inserted in the ear, an implant does not “cure” deafness; it is a prosthetic substitute for hearing that does the work of the damaged hair cells of the inner ear, the cochlea, to send sound signals to the brain. Before the French priest Michel de l’Epée devised sign language in the eighteenth century, demonstrating that deaf people were no less intelligent than their peers, they were written off as imbeciles. The nineteenth century saw the first hearing aids, based on Alexander Bell’s invention of the telephone. They were cumbersome and unsatisfactory and although there have been enormous improvements over the years, they cannot reproduce high frequencies and can only amplify residual hearing; the result was that the deaf continued to use sign language combined with lip reading. Those born deaf or who became severely deaf through injury or illness remained virtually forgotten, trapped in their isolated world with huge limitations on their working and social lives. This was the situation until the early 1980s when Bill Gibson became aware of the cochlear experiments. With a family background in medicine, Bill Gibson says he “didn’t really consider any other job” and as a young graduate he soon became attracted to otology (ear surgery) “because of the exciting advances that were occurring”. Among these was Melbourne professor Graeme Clark’s research into cochlear implants, work that was derisively 64 dismissed in England. Frustrated by the attitude of his English colleagues, and understanding the potential of Graeme’s work and with Graeme’s encouragement, Bill Gibson accepted an invitation to apply for the Professorship of Otolaryngology (ear, nose and throat; ENT) at Sydney University. With his wife and young family he arrived in Australia in 1983. Despite Clark’s early cochlear implants having been successfully commercialised, the Melbourne ENT hierarchy regarded Clark as eccentric, if not crazy, and his work futile—they considered the idea of following speech without lip reading and sign “ridiculous”. Gibson had to tread carefully. But the University of Sydney was open to individual research, and encouraged by a small group of farseeing supporters at Royal Prince Alfred Hospital, Gibson received the green light to go ahead: two patients received the first cochlear implants in 1984. Gibson talks of “enchanting moments” seeing the wonder, amazement and joy on the face of patients when, with their new implant, the deaf realised they had moved into a hearing world. He had accepted that questioning and understandable reservations follow any new medical advances, but he had not been prepared for the damning response when, as Sydney’s newly arrived professor, he was invited to speak at the ENT’s annual Toynbee Dinner. “My mention of the implant project,” he says, “brought an absolute avalanche of criticism.” The following year Gibson showed a film of the first demonstration worldwide of his cochlear patient carrying on a telephone conversation. The doyens of medicine greeted it with a frosty, embarrassed silence. In the early days, money was always tight for a base for the cochlear team where they could assess patients’ suitability and hold follow-up visits. The first was a classroom used at lunch hour at the Chatswood Public School; a cupboard stored their equipment. Then, following a small government grant, a rented house was available at Narrabeen and then Chatswood; there the neighbours took it Quadrant June 2014 Bill Gibson, Cochlear Implant Hero into their heads that Gibson was running a brothel and he had to front up and explain himself before the (fortunately sympathetic) Willoughby Council. At the time of the brothel debacle, a disgruntled colleague was behind claims that Gibson had misappropriated funds from EAR (Ear And Related Research Foundation). Threatened with legal action, he had to endure four months of interrogation by a committee of inquiry to account for every dollar spent. He felt, he says, “fairly secure, as I had never even claimed a bus fare from the EAR foundation”. He was completely cleared and told he was “the squeakiest clean professor in the university”. But staring him in the face had been the probability of a return to England if an error had been found. It was a stressful and unhappy time. B y 1986 the cochlear team had successfully carried out twenty implants for adults and Gibson says he was “desperately keen” to perform the surgery on children born deaf. He believed that if they received an implant before the age of eighteen months, speech would naturally follow hearing. For Gibson, early surgery became the new goal. But many organisations of deaf people believed that it was wrong, even evil, to operate on the young “before they can decide for themselves”. Activists even referred to it as “cultural genocide”. Proudly aware of their own special identity as a minority using sign language, they saw implants as a challenge and affront to their culture from the hearing majority. The professional establishment—audiologists, paediatricians, teachers of the deaf and those with vested interests—were in equally strident opposition to Gibson’s plans. The Profound Deafness Study Group was formed, and Gibson soon became aware that their main aim was to dissuade him from proceeding. Support from his own small team, the ecstatic reaction from patients, and his unwavering determination to pursue what he knew was right kept him going. Gibson’s quiet and unassuming manner belies the strength of will that drives him, and in 1987, he says, “in gross contradiction to the wishes of the Profound Deafness Study Group”, he performed the first implants on three young children who had been deafened by meningitis. One went on to an honours degree at Sydney University and is now a lawyer, but at the time Gibson received “a barrage of mail” condemning what he had done. But continuing success brought its returns: longoverdue recognition and acceptance of his work had begun, and in 1996 the New South Wales Health Department allocated a wing of the old Gladesville Hospital as the permanent home of the Sydney Cochlear Implant Centre. “At the time,” Gibson says, “I never imagined how rapidly everything would progress over the next ten years. By 2002, a thousand patients had received cochlear implants.” It was clear now that everyone—apart from a few stragglers—was listening, and Gibson’s new goal was to identify babies born deaf to give their parents the opportunity for them to have an implant. In the past, it was a shattering moment for parents to be told that their child had been born deaf, as there was absolutely nothing that could be done. With Gibson’s persuasion and encouragement, New South Wales initiated the most successful earlydetection program in the world; it is now Australiawide. Now, with a cochlear implant, children born congenitally deaf, but with no other disability, can go to a regular school and lead the life of a child with normal hearing. Hearing speech is usually thought of as the main benefit of an implant, but hearing other sounds for the first time can be equally dramatic and liberating. A young motor cycle fanatic, aware only of his machine’s vibrations, was excited beyond belief when he was actually able to hear the roar of the engine. With well over 3000 Australians, many of them children, having received implants, the Sydney Cochlear Implant Centre is expanding across the state to avoid making families travel to Sydney. With surgeons and staff, seven centres are fully operating from Parramatta to the ACT and a centre in Darwin is well under way. B ill Gibson is, of course, delighted with the continuing success, but, never one to rest on his laurels, he is now channelling his efforts towards overseeing research into the cause and a cure for Menière’s Disease. This condition (“disease” is a misnomer) of the ear results in sudden and sometimes extreme attacks of giddiness, often accompanied by violent nausea, and has defied medical knowledge since the condition was first identified in France in 1861 by Prosper Menière. Sydney now has the first laboratory in the world dedicated solely to research into Menière’s Disease. Despite worldwide accolades for his work on cochlear implants, Bill Gibson retains the compassion and humility of a man with the common touch. Every month you’ll find him organising a sausage sizzle outside Woolworths in Balmain on behalf of his Rotary Club because, he says, “I enjoy rolling up my sleeves and giving my free time to help worthwhile causes.” It’s just another dimension of what he’s been doing all his life. Julia Patrick contributed “The Radical Ambitions of Green Sustainability” to the September issue. Quadrant June 2014 65 T ron n O v er end What Is Art? Part II: Gombrich, Popper and Anderson Gombrich: The search for objectivity T wo young émigrés who fled Vienna just before the Second World War were the philosopher of science Karl Popper and the art historian Ernst Gombrich. In London they became lifelong friends, later knights, and members of the Queen’s exclusive coterie—of twenty-four—the Order of Merit. Together they attempted to develop a realist solution to the problem of objectivity in aesthetics. Gombrich applied a Popperian understanding to try to avoid foundering on the rocks of relativism. Does this enable him to navigate past the shipwrecks of Tolstoy and Plato? One obvious course is to rest the realist case on the conjectures of connoisseurship, the canons that are uncovered in the history of art. These canons are the works of art themselves. It is the object of connoisseurship—the thing the connoisseur looks at—not the subject and relation of evaluation, that Gombrich considers. “Canons and Values” (in E.H. Gombrich, Ideals and Idols, 1979) is a copy of his correspondence with Quentin Bell, an art critic. Bell begins by pointing out that the canon must include the innovators. Whistler, for example, is included because of all his imitators. Yet, and this is the crux of the matter, Bell goes on to say, “it may not always be clear who is painting the best paintings”. Gombrich’s reply to this is the admission that, even with Michelangelo’s greatness, “I select him for my canon on the grounds … of faith and hope.” Gombrich even suggests that, in the end, he might be advocating nothing more than “a retrograde step towards an ‘Academic’ interpretation of art”. This raises the issue of whose views are to be consulted in the formulation of the canon. Bell’s rejoinder is this: The trouble is that by making the canon acceptable to myself I may have made it unacceptable to you. To the true Canonist the canon is the ark of the covenant; I have turned it into a public convenience, which is not quite the same thing. 66 Gombrich then admits that every generation revises the canon. This conclusion to the corres pondence provides no answer to the relativist. Although there is the suggestion that they have avoided, somehow, “a complete relativism” (in Bell’s words) or a “radical relativism” (in Gombrich’s), they are forced to admit, to quote Bell, that “fashions of our day and even, to some extent, those of the past” are perceived “through a distorting glass … which is ever moving in front of our eyes”. Is the canon, then, one of Thomas Kuhn’s paradigms? Gombrich thinks not; and a second argument follows this path. He prefers to follow Popper and see objective knowledge as based on trial and error, on conjectures and refutations. Just as science is “kept on the boil” by this process—not nobbled by the “normal science” of a paradigm—in the history of art, canons can be seen as conjectures: The canon is our starting point, our guiding theory about that aspect of image-making we call mastery. It may be no more infallible than other theories can ever be … In accepting a canon as a tentative theory, Gombrich believes he ceases to be the “complete relativist” and “subjectivist” and sides with tradition: In fact we may feel that as far as the peaks of art are concerned, it is not so much we who test the masterpiece, but the masterpiece which tests us. In Popper’s philosophy of science, objective knowledge requires not only the bold conjectures of a canon, but also the conditions that, if met, would mean the refutation of the canon. It is not simply verifiability, but falsifiability. Unfortunately, Gombrich does not extend his analysis to this crucial step. Undoubtedly the canon is critical, but it remains unclear on what rational grounds it might even be rejected as a “public convenience”! A third attempt turns to what Popper calls “the Quadrant June 2014 What Is Art? logic of the situation”. This Gombrich first outlined in The Poverty of Historicism (1969). In art, Gombrich unpacks it in these terms: It is always illuminating to explore the situation in which the artist found himself, the options he had, and the decisions he made within the tradition in which he was bound to work. In “The Logic of Vanity Fair: Alternatives to Historicism in the Study of Fashions, Styles and Taste” (first published in The Philosophy of Karl Popper, 1974) Gombrich quotes Popper’s description of this “logic” as working though the social context of art, “something like an analysis of social movements”. To illustrate, Gombrich examines how fashions, styles and taste evolve in an artistic milieu. He does this by telling of his experiences in Paris early in the twentieth century. Impressionism was the dominant style. He was upbraided by his friends for suggesting that shadows are grey. Walking through the Latin Quarter, he readily agreed that they were, indeed, purple. Ten years later, he was then told: “Do not paint what you see, paint what you feel.” Subsequently, one member of the group attended a lecture on mineralogy at the Sorbonne. The topic was crystallisation. From this was born the “magic word, destine to become a talisman of modern painting ... A new theory of art was being constructed, based on the idea of crystals being primitive forms of all things.” Here was the evolution of a social movement. It was exemplified in the change in styles from Impressionism to Expressionism to Cubism. This story of art is a very different one from the psychologism of Kant, a theory of art based on personal, disinterested, judgments. For Gombrich, the expression, “I like it”, rather implies, “I believe that is the kind of thing my group accepts as good. Since I like my group, I like it too.” Art as “selfexpression”, whether interested or disinterested, is “total nonsense”. So too is art conceived “as the expression of the age”. Hegel’s historicism involves the logical progression of the zeitgeist. The philosophy of history unveils a series of discrete ages. Without going into the mechanics of this dialectic, art is one manifestation of this changing spirit. It begins with the architecture of the pyramids, then the sculpture of the Greeks. The paintings in the Christian Age of Faith follow, but then yield, in turn, to the less tangible in poetry. The final synthesis is abstract philosophy. These historicist speculations, unfortunately, throw little light on any particular period or its evolution. The change from Impressionism to Cubism, for example, finds a simpler sociological cause. Hegel mistakenly thought he had found objectivity though the logic of the dialectic, but what of the “logic of the situation”? Does Gombrich’s sociology of styles provide objectivity? From Gombrich’s perspective, not entirely: “We grade a work of art within a style, but we refrain from pronouncing about the value of different styles.” Gombrich calls this “stylistic relativism”, for which he has no realist answer. This is not a species of cultural relativism, however, because styles are sometimes cross-cultural. And he also disputes Peter Winch, and those who contend cultures are incommensurate. In “Understanding a Primitive Society” (1964) Winch argued that the concept of Zande witchcraft could not be translated into an objective anthropology. Counter to this, Gombrich contends we have made significant advances in translating Egyptian culture, for example, and we can certainly translate and make intelligible different styles from an objective standpoint. Take the case, again, of the change from Impressionism to Cubism. Cubism was very different from Impressionism. Quoting two eyewitness accounts of the origin of this social movement, Gombrich points out that the two masters— Picasso and Braque—were neither mathematically nor philosophically literate. They painted first, and then, only later, dressed up their explanations. Leo Stein—a comrade and American art collector—put it this way: There was a friend of the Montmartre crowd, interested in mathematics, who talked about infinities and fourth dimensions. Picasso began to have opinions on what was and what was not real, though as he understood nothing of these matters the opinions were childishly silly. He would stand before a Cézanne or a Renoir picture and say contemptuously, “Is that a nose? No, this is a nose”, and then he would draw a pyramidal diagram. “Is this a glass?”, he would say, drawing a perspective view of a glass. “No, this is a glass”, and he would draw a diagram with two circles connected by crossed lines. I would explain to him that what Plato … meant by “real things” were not diagrams, that diagrams were abstract simplifications … that Platonic ideas were worlds away from abstractions. A second contemporary, an art dealer, DanielHenry Kahnweiler, “recalled that in 1908 Picasso had told him that he wanted an engineer to be able to construct the object depicted in his paintings”. Maybe, Gombrich further mulls, “the search for alternative methods of representation had led him Quadrant June 2014 67 What Is Art? to books on isometric drawings or similar devices theory—what he calls error elimination—then the which he wished to incorporate in his paintings”. new problems that arise from this process. The more At any rate, Kahnweiler translates the Cubist interesting and different the new problems, the betmovement as part of the great representational ter the initial theory. These are called “progressive project in the history of art. It was a language that problem shifts” and knowledge is said to evolve by could be interpreted and critically understood. With this process. If few or no problems are generated, Impressionism we can accept, after assimilating the this is called a “degenerative problem shift” and “dabs” and “patches”, a new way of seeing nature. the theory is discarded. In failing to produce new With Cubism, the new “geometrical impressions problems, the research program is abandoned on the disappear completely as soon as familiarity with the grounds that it does not provide a way forward. new methods leads to the correct process of ‘readIn art, we also start with a problem. Indeed, ing’”. That few have learnt this language, and that Constable viewed painting as a science, much most prefer the language of Impressionism, is beside like the physics of his day. His problem was chithe point. The art historian is not aroscuro. It was not dissimilar “obliged to endorse every ideology to the problem that occupied the that has ever blossomed into art”. Impressionists, like Rembrandt and arl Popper puts no Indeed, “fallacious ideas can result many others before. Constable was weight on feelings trying to “achieve the impression in admirable pictures”. in his analysis. “The of light and depth by modulating The social analysis of styles in Gombrich’s hands is enlightening. tone”, what he called the “evanesexpressionist theory cent It shows that, sociologically speakeffects of nature’s chiaroscuro”. of art is empty,” he Part of his schema, or theory, was ing, Cubism is no more mysterious than Impressionism; that it was says. Self-expression, to change hues and introduce more part of the culture of Montmartre than was conventionally fashemotion, is trivially green and formed a perfectly intelligible ionable. The Hay Wain, painted in language that could be accepted 1821 and exhibited in Paris in 1824, true of all human or rejected. Such analysis, howled French artists to “lighten their behaviour, and it ever, cannot confirm the aesthetic palettes”. is not a distinctive significance of the movement. His The social movement of “stylistic relativism” unavoidably Impressionism, which took its name characteristic of art. prompts him to make a final appeal from Monet’s painting Impression, to Popper. Can his philosophy Sunrise (1872), was inspired by the “restore the independence of art from social pres- bright and simplified mass of colours found in the sures and vindicate the objectivity of its values”? Japanese wood block. A change in the medium was A fourth, and final, way forward is incompletely also the invention of the lead paint tube. This portexpounded in Gombrich’s book Art and Illusion. In ability enabled en plein air painting. New problems Popper’s philosophy of science there are no such arose. The effects of light and haze, dazzle, even things as pure observations. Every observation is glare, could be explored. Monet’s iconic series of theory impregnated. Similarly, in art, Gombrich twenty-five haystacks (1890) painted over three seaargues, there is no such thing as the “innocent eye”. sons—summer, autumn and winter—were reworkThe painter does not paint what he sees, but sees ings and refinements to a schema that explored what he paints. The painter inherits, or adopts, a optical effects. This led to progressive problem schema by which he attempts to capture that part shifts. Remaking involved exploring the effects of of reality that is consistent with the tradition he is fractured brushwork, blocks of bright colours, the working within. Over time the illusions are refined rendering of blue trees and red grass. This was furor corrected. For Popper every question implies a ther reworked by the new problems of the Neotentative theory. For Gombrich: Impressionists. Experiments with dots (Seurat) and dabs (Pissarro), horizontal brush strokes—“a vortex This description of the way science works is of lines”, as Gombrich describes it—(Van Gogh), eminently applicable to the story of visual then the cylinders, the sphere and the cone that discoveries in art. Our formula of schema and explored form and structure (Cezanne). Seurat’s correction, in fact, illustrates this very procedure. new theory attempted to create the illusion of more luminosity by a method called pointillism. His There are four elements in Popper’s description “cromo-luminarist” theory required you to step back of the evolution of objective knowledge. The initial to allow the colours to meld. problem, the tentative theory, the refinements of this As Gombrich points out, the “testing” of these K 68 Quadrant June 2014 What Is Art? new theories was first the shock, then the acceptance and delight of this new language: “The visible world could after all be seen in terms of these bright patches and dabs of paint.” It even became a case of “nature imitates art”. Gombrich observed, “As Oscar Wilde said, there was no fog in London before Whistler painted it.” What began as a “school of smudges and spots” became an admired progressive research program. If Gombrich had developed this Popperian analysis of problem shifts within an artistic tradition, he might have been more clearly in a position to revise his “stylistic relativism”. Styles could be analysed and compared on how progressive or regressive the tradition turned out to be. Reputations would fall under considerations of technique. What reworkings or revisions are made? In science, this is error elimination. In art, it is refinement to the schema. Particular artists could be considered in terms of what questions they are addressing, if they come up with new solutions and then further questions, or if they degenerate into addressing the same old problems and coming up with the same old solutions. No error elimination, no fresh problems. On these grounds, I think Quentin Bell would be on stronger ground in making out his case for the merit of Whistler over his imitators. Popper: Art and self-expression M any commentators have extolled Paul Cézanne in the rise of cubism. To Edmund Capon, recently the director of the Art Gallery of New South Wales, he is “arguably … the most influential figure of twentieth-century Western art”. Small wonder a Cézanne was his last major acquisition for the gallery. Capon further observes that Cézanne was neither Impressionist nor Post-Impressionist. Their problems of changing light were not his. According to Capon, Cézanne speaks of sensation and feelings, “two complementary instincts informed by mind and by intuition”. On this reading, there are only some small steps to Tolstoy. This is not a starting point for a Popperian understanding of art. Karl Popper puts no weight on feelings in his analysis. “The expressionist theory of art is empty,” he says. Self-expression, emotion, is trivially true of all human behaviour, and it is not a distinctive characteristic of art. It is obviously true that the artist can be emotionally moved by his work, that he might strive to convey this emotion to his audience. Indeed, the artist might even harness this emotion as a kind of test to the “success or fittingness or the impact of the (objective) work”. But it is always the work itself, the object, that elicits these emotions, and to confuse affect and object is to fall into the relativistic confusion of Tolstoy. When the subject and relations of emotion are elevated, it is a slippery slope to irreconcilable debate over emotive response and intuition. An investigation into the object—the work of art itself—is exchanged for the stock-in-trade of the subjectivist. Capon is on surer ground when he explores this object—the composition, structure and harmony— and remarks that Cézanne “dissected, disassembled and then re-assembled his subjects—and in doing so imbued the individual components with extraordinary strength, logic and credence”. This is another way of describing Popper’s process of error elimination. An alternative interpretation of the meaning of “sensation” for Cézanne might elaborate this realist point. At the end of his life, in a series of letters to the young painter and critic Emile Bernard, Cézanne talks of his paintings as “experiments”, as “research in nature” and as a “proof of theories”. Like Constable, his labours appear as science: “I believe in the logical development of what we see and feel through the study of nature, never mind about the techniques” of painting. Roughly along the lines of the British Empiricists, Cézanne assumes sensations come from nature. They are sense data that comprise our perceptions. The problem for the artist is to capture this nature. This is what he means by the “realisation of nature”: “In order to make progress in realisation, there is only nature, and an eye educated by contact with it.” Even in his letter to Louis Aurenche, where emotions are mentioned, it is the “sensation of nature”—where the object enables perception— that is “the necessary basis for all artistic conception”. Certainly he goes on to say that “our emotion is no less essential”, but this is not something that is spontaneous, immediate or easy. It is “acquired only though very long experience”. It is for this reason that, although Cézanne calls “sensations” his stockin-trade, this does not lead to Expressionism, but a schema of a different sort. That Cézanne left many of his works unfinished is well known. The experiment failed; he could not re-assemble these works to the satisfaction of the schema; he could not achieve a “realisation of nature”. To more clearly show his importance, a comparative study of the unfinished with finished works would be instructive. Such analysis might show under what conditions his “mosaic theory of representation” works—where the shapes cohere into a “convincing whole”—and under what conditions the schema fails and they are left unfinished. There is one reference in his letters to this problem. In explaining his theory of perception to Emile Bernard—a member of Gauguin’s Pont-Aven school, and later a Symbolist—he remarks: Quadrant June 2014 69 What Is Art? the sensations colorantes that create light are the cause of abstractions that do not allow me to cover my canvas, nor to pursue the delimitation of objects when their points of contact are subtle, delicate; the result of which is that my image or painting is incomplete. Amusingly, and treading on Bernard’s toes, the letter ends with a pointed dismissal of the neoimpressionist’s penchant “that outline (everything) in black, a defect that must be resisted with all one’s might”. Further exploration on these themes, no doubt, could draw out the distinctiveness of Cézanne’s schema—for example, in his still-life painting, the overcrowding of surfaces, tilting of flat planes, the mixing of perspectives, and how this was assimilated and adapted by Picasso to produce radically different problems around ambiguity. Following Capon, Jeffrey Smart could be seen as a counterpoint to this problem shift. In his work we find a very different notion of ambiguity. Capon has remarked that although his realism comes from the High Renaissance of Piero della Francesca, Smart also follows Cézanne, where: subject matter is merely the building blocks of composition … Like Cézanne, Smart’s real interest is to put the right shapes in the right colours in the right places. Unlike Picasso’s ambiguity, stemming from form, in Smart’s case: We … find it slightly disturbing and hard to believe that practical and mundane fixtures, like roads and railways, should be elevated to the status of semi-mystical icons. Picasso and Smart are two very different developments from Cézanne. A Popperian method of problem shifts could explore why Picasso’s research program turned out the more progressive; why a neo-della Francesca realism is regressive. Or, such an investigation might draw a quite different conclusion. Either way, such an analysis would be a path that leads away from Gombrich’s stylistic relativism. Anderson: Art and values E ven though the analysis of problem shifts is a promising way forward, Gombrich leaves it only as a suggestion. It was never systematically worked out. He remained troubled with the relationship between facts and values, and how this impinged 70 on objectivity in the arts. Popper’s first formulation of this problem is mentioned in The Open Society and its Enemies. Discussing Plato, on nature and convention, a dualism arises with “the impossibility of reducing decisions or norms to facts”. G.E. Moore had labelled the confusion of facts with values “the naturalistic fallacy”. Like most English philosophers in the first half of the twentieth century, Popper appears to accept this doctrine. His summation was, “It is impossible to derive a sentence stating a norm or a decision or, say, a proposal for a policy from a sentence stating a fact.” The principle rested on the validity of the argument. It is invalid to derive an ought (norm) from an is (fact). “I believe in the impossibility of reducing decisions or demands to facts.” There was, however, a qualification, because Popper also goes on to say, “they can, of course, be treated as facts”. And again: “Our dualistic thesis then becomes … proposals are not reducible to facts (or to statements of facts, or to propositions) even though they pertain to facts.” This dualism has always been a problem for aesthetics. The area for study is the norms of beauty. If these norms were not matters of fact, how could they be discussed objectively? Popper’s positive resolution to this impasse was to sidestep the dualism by contending that it is still possible to investigate the problems of aesthetics in the same manner that it is possible to investigate the problems of science. Both follow the same path of problem shifts in the evolution of objective knowledge. As to the dualism itself, he always remained equivocal. Towards the end of his life, in a reply to pleas from Gombrich, all he could do was to quote Gombrich back to himself. The dualism is addressed only in metaphor. It is the story of a Berlin professor writing against the Nazi purges at the universities. Upon publication of his protest, he spends the night with friends listening to chamber music—the place of value—whilst waiting for the Gestapo knock at the door—the facts. Fortunately, it did not come. And Popper concludes: “I cannot think of a better illustration of the place of value [chamber music] in a world of facts [the knock at the door].” Facts and values reside in the same world. “Art has a place in this world of facts.” But there remains an implied conceptual, ontological—it is not at all clear—distinction. By following Popper, this distinction precluded Gombrich from developing a theory of aesthetics. He always thought his descriptive accounts ultimately rested on evaluations, or norms, which were not in some way matters of fact. The realism of John Anderson—Challis Chair of Philosophy, Sydney University, from 1927 to 1958— argues against this and other dualisms. In ethics, this means a purely descriptive study expunged Quadrant June 2014 What Is Art? from prescriptions. A theory of ethics is an account of what is the case. Certainly the moral world is full of prescriptions, and other relations, but these are simply described as part of the rich social fabric, and should not be confused with an objective description of ethical qualities, such as sociality, the productive ethic, and other examples Anderson explores in his account of the good. Moral demands, and other abstract relations connected to these qualities, remain the subject matter of sociology. The source of relativism in ethics is the confusion of these relations with the object itself. This is the main reason why a positive science of ethics has not come about. The naturalistic fallacy is avoided in this position because the speech acts involving norms and decisions—prescriptive and proscriptive utterances, for example—do not enter into the account. Ethics is not a study of what ought to be, but what is. Anderson’s position in aesthetics is an extension of his arguments against relativism and dualism. It could be taken as the basis for a positivist argument against Tolstoy’s reduction of a work of art—the object—to its social context—the relations of communion. It could also be the basis for an empiricist argument against the dualism of Plato, and also the implicit dualism found in the realism of Popper and Gombrich. Anderson’s papers on aesthetics are brief. They are collected in Art and Reality (1982). It is through arguments against the positions he is exposing that he works out his own alternative theory. Most of the more detailed analysis deals with literature, where the tenet of his theory of art—the development of theme—is more obviously and clearly applied. This is because literature and music occur over time. Music, for example, relies on the memory of the listener piecing together the elaborations and transformations of theme. Depending on the complexity, much re-listening may be required for familiarity and ultimate enjoyment. Plastic arts, however, primarily occur in space. Although they too must have a theme, the notion of development is more problematic. Anderson has very little to say about painting, and it is not at all clear why “wholeness, harmony, and radiance” might lead him to admire Cézanne, say, over his contemporaries. The foundation of Anderson’s aesthetics is taken from James Joyce, in A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. Here Stephen briefly enumerates “the qualities of universal beauty”: Aquinas says … integritas, consonantia, claritas. I translate it so: Three things are needed for beauty, wholeness, harmony, and radiance … First … the aesthetic image is … self bounded and self contained … you apprehend it as one thing. You see it as one whole. You apprehend its wholeness. That is integritas ... Second … you apprehend it as balanced part against part … you feel the rhythm of its structure … you feel now that it is a thing … the result of its parts and their sum, harmonious. That is consonantia ... Finally ... You see that it is that thing which it is and no other thing. The radiance … the whatness of a thing. Anderson says little about wholeness, harmony and radiance. For Anderson’s purposes, a better synonym of integritas might have been integrity, as wholeness suggests an investigation into how the art object is integrated. Anderson has more to say on the second, harmony. In painting this might have related to the balance of the composition. Anderson, however, stresses the structure of the work and this leads to his central concern, the development of theme. A work of art: must not be simply a collection of bits and pieces. It must be built round some theme forming what I have called the structure of the work. In the case of literature and music this theme is often enunciated quite early in the work by a significant phrase of words or notes; in the plastic arts by a significant shape, or mass, by focusing on which we get the structure which has been built up around it. Of the theme, the artist may be vague or even confused. Like the unconscious mind that manifests itself in dreams, he might not even be aware: and it is here that the discerning critic can help us, so long as he is free as possible from the vices that beset so many people concerned with the arts e.g., sentimentalism, romanticism, representationism … The structure and theme of a work of art is summed up in Joyce’s aesthetics: The significant phrase in music is repeated with variations in pitch, in volume, in rhythm etc., just as the significant shape in the plastic arts (the square, the oblong etc.) is repeated in various ways … yet all working together to form an articulated structure of “wholeness, harmony and radiance” … Such elaboration is only a very incomplete skeleton of a positive theory of aesthetics. Not much is established in the plastic arts. It would require Quadrant June 2014 71 What Is Art? a Gombrich, an art historian, to add flesh, and many more bones, to Anderson’s argument. In Matthew Arnold’s words, it would require a much better acquaintance with “the best that has been known and thought in the world”. Such a theory would be based on contingent identity statements on, in Anderson’s words, “what has been considered beautiful throughout the ages, what has stood the test of time”. Without more explication, in the plastic arts Anderson does not get us much beyond David Hume—a connoisseur’s understanding—or Gombrich—notions of the canon. Conclusion: Progress and regress in art I nspired by Johann Sebastian Bach, Karl Popper was a writer of fugues. If progressive problem shifts in music did not stop in 1750, they certainly did not extend much beyond the death of Mozart in 1791. So far as music is concerned, Popper’s alarmist response to modernity has a similar tone to that of Plato and Tolstoy. The basis of his critique, however, is not moral outrage. There is no conflation of aesthetics with morality. As a realist, he would also have no truck with Tolstoy’s relativism, and in The Open Society he systematically rejected Plato’s idealism. This position of Popper is based on an erudite understanding and training in music. One of the two oral exams for his PhD was on music history. Arising from his musical experiences in Vienna, and his views on the “poverty of historicism”, Popper came to find the idea of progress in music problematic. The Hegelian dialectic, and the inevitability of progress, was adopted by Wagner, introduced into music, and presented as a “spirit of the time”. On Wagner’s own estimation, he was ahead of his time, the “unappreciated genius”, only understood by the connoisseur. Popper disputes Wagner’s expressionist music as progress, just as he was critical of the antiexpressionist movements that opposed it, those of serialism—atonal twelve-note music—and musique concrete—synthesisers and recordings from nature. Although these were reactions against romanticism, Popper also rejected them for lacking melody, harmony and rhythm. Popper’s understanding of music, outlined in his autobiography, proceeds as follows. In music, according to Popper, the discovery of polyphony was peculiar to Western civilisation and was just as significant as the other great human achievement, the rise of science. It occurred sometime between the ninth and fifteenth centuries. We cannot be sure, because counterpoint singing and harmony may have been an accident, or mistake, made by a church congregation. It was then introduced as 72 a compatible second melody that could be sung in conjunction with the original. The oddness of Popper’s position is that this progressive problem shift, something that occurred over 500 years ago, is sufficient. Unlike science, “In music such inventions as counterpoint revealed almost an infinity of new possibilities and problems.” Evolution is somehow circumscribed. This is because, in music: There is always the danger that newly realized possibilities may kill old ones: dynamic effects, dissonance, or even modulation may … dull our sensitivity to the less obvious effects of counterpoint … Since J.S. Bach, the problem shifts in music have been regressive: What I really accuse many of the “modern” musicians of is their failure to love great music— the great masters and their miraculous works, the greatest perhaps that man has produced. The modern musicians he speaks of were the Schoenberg Society, in Vienna. They began as Wagnerians, then set about to oust Wagner, “as if someone had smeared the score of Tristan while the ink was still wet”, in the words of Michael Hall. Popper had been intimately acquainted with this modernist movement. However, like Tolstoy, he came to believe that Wagner was “the main villain of the piece”. Returning to Plato, Popper suggests that the poet or musician is likely to be either a “skilful deceiver” or “genuinely inspired by the gods”. Bach was on the side of the gods; Wagner, and those after him, were the skilful deceivers. The explication of expressionism in the modernist movement follows: If we take the theory of inspiration and frenzy, but discard divinity, we arrive … at the modern theory that art is self-expression, or more precisely, self–inspiration and the expression and communication of emotion. Anderson is in agreement with Popper at this point. Expressionism, he said, “the interpretation of works in terms of the soul-states of the artist may be regarded as a particular form of romanticism”. And romanticism, for Anderson, is a veil for the error of illusions. Like Popper, he condemns this as “extrinsic appreciation”, of trying to “estimate works by something outside the works themselves”. Like Popper, he accepts that emotions are present in art, but the objectivist point is that, in Popper’s words, “the artist and his audience are emotionally moved by the work of art”. It is “the musician struggling Quadrant June 2014 What Is Art? to solve musical problems” that moves us, and it is upon these problems or themes in the structure of the work that aesthetic judgments are made. Although Gombrich shares his friend’s prejudice in music, as a historian of art he would be hard pressed to accept Popper’s errant views on problem shifts. He accepts that his own “conservatism” in music is “dogmatic”. He likes recognisable tunes, and he dislikes “contemporary experiments”. In this sense, Popper and Gombrich’s repugnance of the modern is a return to Plato and Tolstoy. Certainly, the profanity of twentieth-century art is more difficult to navigate than Bach’s sacred fugues, but neither Popper nor Gombrich is really in a position to deny progress. Gombrich admits as much: I must grant the possibility that, despite the historicist nonsense talked by Schoenberg’s champions, there are fascinations in the serialist game which long efforts and familiarity would reveal. In the plastic arts, of course, Gombrich is the happy chronicler, neither conservative nor dogmatic. The striking feature here is that in the twentieth century, mimesis has been “rejected as a worthy aim of art”. The history of art has been an evolution from sacred pictographs to profane photographs. Today the importance of the discovery of photography “can hardly be overrated”. The old illusions of the artist—his niche in society—are now better provided by the entertainment industry, posters, advertising, film, even “virtual reality”. Plato was always wrong in denying the artist was a maker of things. Even then, architecture and sculpture would have been hard for him to explain. Today, however, and starting in the late Renaissance, says Gombrich: The claim to be a creator, a maker of things, passed from the painter to the engineer—leaving to the artist only the small consolation of being a maker of dreams. In the twenty-first century, even if this is the boundary of art, Freud’s The Interpretation of Dreams, published at the beginning of the twentieth century, is a very large canvas to fill. Dr Tronn Overend is the author of Social Idealism and the Problem of Objectivity. The first part of this article, on Plato and Tolstoy, appeared in the May issue. Putting on her face Dressed in brassiere, half slip and pearls, my mother starts the ritual that absorbs her girl. Hair clips press kiss curls in front of each ear, hot rollers tame tresses of unruly brown hair. Rich pale pink lotion Oil of Olay patted from palms to her skin every day. Dusting of powder from petit point compact, curve of mascara in liquid blue-black. A cursory kiss on white tissue fold, leaving its imprint, crimson and bold. She envelops the child in a hug of perfume, the smell of which later takes her back to that room to run through the replay of a scented embrace and the going-out ritual of putting on her face. Robyn Lance Quadrant June 2014 73 D ougl as H assa ll A Great Australian Private Collection A s the London critic David Ekserdjian recently noted in his book A Choice of Art Books, “the inexorable rise of the virtual image on our computer screens, tablets and mobile phones would appear to have done nothing to diminish the flood of gorgeously produced art books being published”. Gavin Fry’s recent book The Peter Elliott Collection of Australian Art is further proof of that happy fact. Dr Peter Mervyn Elliott AM is a prominent specialist in gynaecology and obstetrics based in Sydney. For his professional work and achievement in his clinical and research contributions to medicine, he has been extensively honoured, in Australia and internationally. In private life, however, he has been a great collector of Australian art including contemporary Aboriginal art, Pacific and Melanesian tribal art, as well as of European sculpture and antiques. This book is a magnificent volume, lavishly illustrated with very good colour reproductions carefully chosen to illustrate one of the finest private collections of its type to have been assembled by an individual in Australia in the last sixty years or so. Dr Elliott cemented his early interest in art collecting, initially absorbed from his parents, in an exemplary fashion, which he relates as follows: In 1952, when I was in my final year at University, I met Rudy Komon, who had opened an antique shop in Bronte Road. I went to the shop at the suggestion of my father and the result was the purchase for him of a Gruner painting and some Meissen porcelain. It did not take Rudy long to become one of the great art dealers in Australia. Rudy had an enormous influence on the advancement of contemporary Australian art in the 1960s The Peter Elliott Collection of Australian Art by Gavin Fry The Beagle Press, 2013, 188 pages, $85 74 and ’70s. He encouraged and guided many important Australian collectors who were lucky enough to have walked into his now legendary Paddington gallery. Komon was indeed a major positive influence on Australian art. He often expressed his views very directly. One fondly recalls, for instance, at the opening of the Australian National Gallery (now the National Gallery of Australia) in Canberra in 1982, he stood, a little apart from the crowd, with his glass of white wine and delivered himself of the judgment that its grey walls were simply “too dark for the pictures to be seen best”. Komon’s influence upon Dr Elliott’s collection is clear from this book. In particular, Dr Elliott himself has noted: As a collector, I did not go out to chase elusive masterpieces at auction or in the secondary market, but found it more interesting to look at and buy the work of emerging artists in the galleries that supported them [for example, Rudy Komon’s Gallery earlier on,] more recently Utopia Art Sydney, Damien Minton Gallery and Darren Knight Gallery. Thus Dr Elliott, through Rudy Komon’s gallery, later run by Ray Hughes, met and collected the works of such major Australian artists as Fred Williams, Frank Hodgkinson, Leonard French, Arthur Boyd, Jon Molvig, Bob Dickerson and William Robinson, among many other Australian artists. The Elliott collection ranges wider than just painting, to include Australian and Asian indigenous art, sculpture and Asian blue-and-white porcelain; but the book focuses upon the collection of Australian paintings, following an exhibition of them at the S.H. Ervin Gallery in Sydney in August 2011. A further exhibition of “Masterpieces from the Peter Elliott Collection”, curated by Dr Lou Klepac, was held at the Maitland Regional Art Gallery during the recent summer. The introductory pages of Quadrant June 2014 A Great Australian Private Collection the book illustrate some of the tribal art objects and Asian porcelain, as well as some of Dr Elliott’s pictures in situ at home. Dr Elliott admits that his wife Jane (also a medical practitioner) “was often critical of my acquisitive nature [but] she accepted that this was an inherited trait and took equal and genuine pleasure in our collection”. The good doctor echoes the situation of many a collector of art and objets—but not all spouses are so amenable. In his scholarly and perceptive introduction, Gavin Fry has recorded: Peter Elliott, half seriously, suggests the love of and collecting of art is almost a pathological condition within the Elliott family. His grandparents and parents certainly had the bug, he had it in the extreme and his children seem to be afflicted with the condition. Growing up in a house filled with inspiring works of art can predispose a person to a state where the thrill of the chase can sometimes outweigh the final result, the work on the wall or the antique on the mantelpiece. For the true collector it is both an intellectual and an emotional exercise. The presence of certain works in a collection will immediately suggest the next work needed to complement the whole, the missing link required to make the groupings more understandable. At the same time being confronted with a work can bring about an almost visceral need, a desire to acquire and live with that particular picture or object that can overpower good sense, financial rectitude and domestic harmony. For Peter Elliott, that passion reached the point where the latest acquisition remained wrapped up and hidden in an obscure corner of the house, or office, until he could break the news to his forgiving and ever-practical wife. The tremendous roll-call of Australian artists included in this collection range from Norman Lindsay works, in oils and watercolours, dating from 1918 to 1948 and including not only some of his piratical scenes, but also the very fine Portrait of Rita (1925); to works such as Henry Mulholland’s oil South Coast Painting of 1998 and Kylie Stillman’s paper work Superb Blue Wrens of 2009. In between, one finds a collection of works by other distinguished artists painting in Australia over the past hundred years. Some of the works that strike me as especially notable and memorable include the luminous oil by Frank Hodgkinson Before the Burn, Arnhem Land 1985 in hues reminiscent of the Scottish Colourists or William Frater, Emily Kngwarreye’s very fine acrylic My Country of 1994, and Rover Thomas’s deft ochre painting Bedford Downs Junction of 1985. Two very good Gruner pastoral landscapes: At Lindisfarne (1920) and Hydes Creek Morning (1938) are reproduced in the generous plates. Lloyd Rees’s wonderful misty-blue view of Morning on the Derwent (1971) captures something of his earlier drawing style and his later diffuse manner, combining these elements into a piece of real magic. Dobell’s Storm, Wangi (1952) and Old Golfer (early 1960s) are typical of his landscape and portrait styles. Drysdale’s pen drawing of Dave (1967) and oil A Study of Andy Mac (1968) are likewise images typical of his portrayals of outback Australians. Then comes a sequence of remarkable landscapes and seascapes by Lance Solomon, who is perhaps underrated today, but whose Pastoral Coastal Country (1950) and Pleasant Day (1946) must conjure up, for anyone who lived on Australia’s eastern seaboard at that period, memories of hot, golden days and a plenteous, timbered land. Two of Solomon’s seascapes here capture so well not only the distant gradations between sea and sky reminiscent of Gruner’s seascapes, but also the spray and softer sea mist. I first saw these reproductions in this book in a well-lit upper room overlooking Sydney, on a sea-misted day upon the harbour, just as in these works. Worthy also of special mention is the spare but evocative oil by David Strachan, Head of a Child with Bird (1968). Clifton Pugh’s Dance of Crows (1960) is now justly seen as “iconic”. Fred Williams’s Lysterfield Landscape (1966) is not only representative of his interpretation of the Australian landscape, but is, in itself, a warm and appealing work indeed. Charles Blackman’s Jumping Children (1961) is not only an example of his children series, but also itself a delightful study in colour and movement. Len French’s enamel Study for Third Chant No 3 (1965) is another work that is both typical of a series and also a luminous thing in itself. The Brett Whiteley landscapes At the Bottom of the Park Lavender Bay is a Jacaranda Gardenia Tree (1984-85) and 8 Miles Out of Cootamundra 8.28pm 4/1/84 (1984) are major works. G avin Fry, who has provided the introductory essay, is a distinguished writer on Australian art, with a track record of scholarly assessments and appreciations of Australian painting. Here he tells us the story of Peter Elliott’s family background, his war service with the Royal Australian Navy and his later medical career and his beginnings and development as a collector of Australian paintings. Fry discusses the various artists, dealers and galleries through whom the collection was assembled, starting with Rudy Komon, giving us an immediate sense of how, where, when and why the collection was formed. One practical collecting point Fry makes is this: Quadrant June 2014 75 A Great Australian Private Collection Peter Elliott has stuck to his father’s dictum that “big is not always best”. In his collection there are no really big paintings and fewer larger than 3 by 4 feet [90 by 120 centimetres]. There are a number of good reasons for this. Smaller works tend to concentrate the artist’s ideas and forms, bringing them into sharp focus rather than spreading the gesture wide where often scale alone is the major determinant. Fry also notes that “there are simple practical reasons too” in that domestic size may require limits, but at the same time it will encourage “close contemplation” of such works. One of Sydney’s art dealers, the fondly remembered Beth Mayne, used to stock mostly, if not exclusively, small works in her studio shop. In addition to the introductory essay and the some 121 pages of major plates, there are various smaller colour reproductions of paintings in the book, along with some photographs of works in their domestic settings, as well as on public exhibition. Further, at the end, there is an excellent and detailed catalogue with notes on the 172 works in the collection. There are also some pages of professional biographical notes with some photographs and paintings of Dr Elliott, and of his wife, family, naval and university colleagues and other friends depicted over the years. The standard of the physical production of this art book with its scholarly introduction is of the exemplary style now well established by the Beagle Press as one of Australia’s leading art publishers. It is very well bound, with a distinctive dustjacket illustrating William Robinson’s painting Just before Dark—Kingscliff 1996 with its striking, and most Australian, perspectives of sky, land, beach and water. The essay by Gavin Fry not only illuminates the Elliott collection, but is also a joy to read. This is a work that is a must for the shelves of all who collect and esteem Australian art. It provides a log of the history of a great collector, who has assembled and achieved a memorable and representative collection of the fine art of painting in this nation over the past century or so. Books recording, illustrating and cataloguing major collections in private hands are important for art history and the appreciation of art, as recognised pioneer works such as Douglas Cooper’s Great Private Collections (1966) and Niels Von Holst’s Creators, Collectors and Connoisseurs (1967) illustrate and attest. Virtual images have their place, but cannot beat a good art book like this, which is a just tribute to Dr Peter Elliott’s long perseverance as an Australian collector. Dr Douglas Hassall wrote on the current Elioth Gruner exhibition in the May issue. Pear This pear, battered by the soft pads of gentle fingers—pickers, packers lifting it out of the bin, and the supermarket checker also careful—it looks so old, painted a dozen coats of greens, yellows, reds, and bruises here and there, its label with a tab that peels off cleanly, without ripping the skin— this pear sitting here, or standing, if you prefer, on the bamboo chopping board, bears itself with the dignity of one who can boast My great-great-great-grandpère was painted by Cézanne. He had decomposed (before Cézanne got the composition right) into a mushy brown lump, though Cézanne still saw him fresh off the tree, unblemished, ripe, a Still Life, its life stilled as nearly forever as man and pear may achieve together. 76 Quadrant June 2014 John Ridland M ich a el C on nor Different Stages W illiam Goldman looked at Brigitte Bardot’s bottom and saw the future: of movies, and theatre. Goldman’s 1969 book The Season: A Candid Look at Broadway is a classic account of a Broadway season. Goldman, a screenwriter, playwright and novelist, saw the plays and musicals—the good and the awful—swam through the red and black ink of profits and losses, and interviewed directors, actors, critics and audiences. In that single season, extraordinary by our standards, were new works by Williams, Pinter, Miller and Albee and a range of plays and musicals which included Hair, A Day in the Death of Joe Egg, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, There’s a Girl in My Soup, The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, The Little Foxes, How Now, Dow Jones, Staircase, Plaza Suite, Loot and George M! Goldman was a knowledgeable observer. His film writing credits include Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid and Marathon Man— that’s the one with Olivier as an ex-Auschwitz dental-drill-wielding Nazi, come from Paraguay to New York, where he develops an intimate and painful acquaintance with Dustin Hoffman’s oral cavity. The Season comes from a time when writers could still talk sense about theatre. Bardot’s bottom, said Goldman, was “one of the significant cultural events of this half-century”. Roger Vadim’s film And God Created Woman was, because of Bardot’s anatomy, an adults-only box office success. Before this, argued Goldman, filmmakers believed “that all people had to like all pictures”. The lesson they learnt from the film’s success was that fragmented audiences could be cultivated and profitably grown. Goldman suggested it was also a lesson for Broadway: plays aimed at specific audiences would draw in new patrons. Theatre-going has fragmented but not exactly in the way he imagined, and it may not have increased overall audience numbers. The less appealing facet of fragmentation, but possibly its most important element, was already present when Goldman was writing. He asked a young man why he hadn’t been to see a Pinter play on Broadway and was told, “Frankly, I don’t want to be associated with that kind of audience.” Play-going is not solely about seeing a play. Completely without any supporting research, I suggest that people who go to live dramas don’t go to the theatre, they go to a theatre. The audiences at Belvoir and Malthouse are not the people you see at the MTC and STC, and obviously vice versa. Likewise the audiences at amateur productions, commercial musicals and independent theatre (indie theatre) are different beasts—though there would be some crossover between Belvoir, Malthouse and indie. Our theatres are fragmented but not all the fragments are growing. In Australia the smaller subsidised and indie theatres know their audiences—who are very similar to the theatre-makers: younger, new class, politically impassioned. The same professionals also make the theatre for the big subsidised theatre companies. In this new setting they are from widely separate generations, have very different life experiences and do not share the same expectations for what makes a successful performance as their audience. In this environment the theatre-makers lack an instinctive or shared understanding of their subscribers. A concrete example of the disconnect is even present in the architecture. New Sydney and Melbourne main-stage theatres are difficult of access for elderly patrons—cramped and badly designed, with long unbroken rows of seats which mean dozens of toes to be trampled on, they have Escher-inspired staircases and cramped foyers which resemble stockyard holding pens. Yet this ageing demographic is fast growing and holds an intelligent audience well worth cultivating. Despite the very visible sexual imbalance in the composition of the audiences, which is mostly older female, the companies show little interest in attracting older men—gay coming-out plays, football plays or combinations of the two are not quite the way to do it. When the subsidised main-stage companies try to attract new patrons they turn to a youth audience which doesn’t want to mix with their elderly patrons and is already catered for by the vibrant small companies. Unfortunately also, when they Quadrant June 2014 77 Different Stages somehow to be at least a little unintelligible. think young audience they think sex and vulgarity, This is because the audience that goes to a not intergenerational appealing wit and humour. Snob Hit must be convinced that the “average” The subsidised nudity and sex onstage aren’t much theatregoer wouldn’t understand it. Or, fun when you are seated beside someone’s grandthird, like it. This third and last requirement, mother. When a company like the MTC stages a of course, is the greatest of all hypocrisies successful season of independent theatre, as they concerning the Snob Hit, because the people have done with their Neon seasons, all they are who go to see them don’t like them either. really doing is temporarily bringing an audience borrowed from Malthouse and the indie companies The British element is no longer relevant. That to fill one of their small auditoriums. The audience won’t be sticking around to join the pensioners for the play marks a perceived cultural superiority remains important. Indigenous theatre is a clear upcoming seasons. The smaller companies, especially Malthouse marker between cultural insiders and outsiders. and Belvoir, are an onstage/offstage product. They Gay or “queer” theatre is another marker which attract and keep audiences returning, not just with even defines generations of homosexuals. Oldthe plays they present but for the cultural capital fashioned homosexual pub drag was workingthey are selling. The audience members, simply by class—an observation made by UK theatre director Neil Bartlett—“queer theatre” is being present, feel they are part of new-class snobbery. Even snob a fashionable, youthful, committed hits no longer attract a univerand assertive cultural community. It hy else would sal audience but play to their own doesn’t matter that individual plays they pay far too groups (probably with only a small may be lousy; being there is the number of free-moving ambassathing. Belvoir especially does this much for far too wandering between theatres). very well. At the smaller theatres little? And applaud dors The River (a very White indigenous the foyers are chatty and welcoming bad plays, very drama) played to STC middle-class places—for initiates. They like being women, Angels in America to Belvoir there and are noisily advertising bad plays, and hipsters. their own social superiority. From Kosky plays? Writing about theatre is also an outsider perspective there is fragmented. If he was writing about a strong gay influence at Belvoir theatre now, Goldman might find a and feminist at Malthouse. The latter may not be a successful element for paragraph for “Snob Crits”. Newspaper and online running a theatre. Where feminism is strong the critics use something recognisable as English while workplace is unhappy, and creativity f lees. Or academia has adopted feminist full-moon-speak. perhaps it is a Sydney–Melbourne difference with Here is Australian theatre academic Professor Peta traditionally cosmopolitan Sydney theatre versus a Tait on circus and physical theatre: feminist academic and mummsy ABC-influenced The cultural significance of body surfaces in Melbourne theatre. The result is an introverted physical theatre is evident in the changing theatre (the same audience is courted by indie shapes of exertion which confuse differentiation. groups and influential small production companies) In the execution of dangerous and risky tricks, unconcerned with creating an Australian popular the body sweats across the skin’s surface as drama or playing beyond the chardonnay belt. if it is leaking. [Elizabeth] Grosz writes that At the MTC and STC, as patrons dodge the “Body fluids flow, they seep, they infiltrate; wheelchairs and buy overpriced drinks and programs, their control is a matter of vigilance, never they are also conscious of being part of a “good” and guaranteed.” While she argues that the high-minded cultural experience, asserting their female body is conceived to be in a state of social superiority over the uncultured—it may also uncontrollable corporeal flow as “seepage”, it be what wealthy people do. Why else would they would seem that such “seepage” is especially pay far too much for far too little? And applaud bad socially regulated. plays, very bad plays, and Kosky plays? Goldman traced the inf luence of the 1960s Writing like that has to be learned. The “Snob Hits” on Broadway. The phenomenon was Australasian Association for Theatre, Drama and then slightly different from what we know: Performance Studies gave an award for the “Best Postgraduate Paper” given at their 2013 annual A second requirement of the Snob Hit [the first conference: was a British pedigree] is that it must manage W 78 Quadrant June 2014 Different Stages This paper effectively addressed the conference theme through examining the collaboration between Vulcana Women’s Circus and a group of both deaf and hearing women in a physical theatre production of an adaptation of the Wizard of Oz. Where The Season is really dated is that theatres in the 1960s promised entertainment, and their patrons expected it, and theatre tickets cost $15. Television history T here, on page 3, is the Reverend Mr Thomas Hastie. I know him. On Christmas Day 1854, just weeks after Eureka, he married my great-grandparents (James, thirty-four, Selina, fourteen) in a settler’s hut in Horsham. The novel’s young heroine, Sally May Lorne, has just refused his invitation to attend the new school he has set up in Buninyong. It’s an old-fashioned novel I’m reading. On the now brittle cover a young woman is driving a carriage, a whip in her right hand, reins in the left. Before her is a handsome young man on horseback. He stares. Around about are a flurry of other characters, women and men, and a military redcoat peers over the busy scene from the far right. It’s op-shop found fiction, The Fury by E.V. Timms, romance number eight in a best-selling series of novels published by Angus & Robertson. It’s an historical romance written before our history writing turned sour Left. Edward Vivian Timms died in 1960, having completed ten novels in his Australian saga. The Queensland-born writer was wounded in the Gallipoli landing and was on duty at Cowra on the night of the mass escape. In the desert of Australian history on television these discarded books could be a base for bringing life to the past. Filled with incident and characters, they are strongly story-oriented. The historical background is alive and imaginatively detailed. Much of the factual detail comes from period newspapers. Timms’s gold-rush Geelong is laid out and explored with material from the Geelong Advertiser, and brought alive with his own enthusiasm for the world he was visiting. Timms loved Australia. The books were written in the 1940s and 1950s when we were still allowed to be passionate about our country. His characters can be hard and cruel but they are striving to create something worthwhile. Modern academia has taken notice of the books, not for their storytelling, but for his treatment of race. Though the period language is dated, and the stories melodramatic, the writing pulls the modern reader along. The books have already served for one historical television series: Luke’s Kingdom, a thirteen-part mini-series, was made in 1976. It starred Oliver Tobias and two episodes were directed by Peter Weir. A boxed set of the series is now available in DVD stores, and some of the episodes are on YouTube. Timms’s Australian Saga begins in the 1830s and follows histories of settlement in Western Australia, New South Wales, Victoria and Queensland. John Adams, a 2008 HBO mini-series, suggested a way that Australian history could be told on television. In the story of America’s second president, based on the book by David McCullough, many of the great events he took part in, costly to film, happen offstage as the story looks in detail at his life. It’s a sophisticated treatment that could work equally well to open up our past on television. E.V. Timms’s old books offer an opportunity to step outside modern platitudes and catch up with a different vision of Australia. If approached with sympathy and imagination, not cynicism, they could introduce the beginning of a new past. To Daniel Timothy When you have wheeled my chair into the marshes where mallards and teal descend, I will be near my end but still able to shoot, to sip a little toot out of my pocket flask and more, no man can ask. Tim Murphy Quadrant June 2014 79 C hr istopher H e athcote Jacques Tati in the Ultra-Modern House A s the distinguished guests queued to meet the French president, André Malraux breezed past the line, pushing the actor-director and his wife forward. “May I introduce Mon Oncle, Monsieur le Président,” the Minister for Culture announced, a twinkle in his eye. Reaching out to shake hands, de Gaulle addressed the visitor with grave politeness: “Allow me to congratulate you, Monsieur Tati, on having such a brilliant nephew.” Those who overheard the gaffe momentarily froze. Having won the Oscar for Best Foreign Film with his latest work, Jacques Tati was the toast of Paris, hence his invitation to the state reception. But de Gaulle was unaware of who this celebrity was, or the title of his acclaimed film, Mon Oncle. Then Tati slipped into role and, clasping the head-ofstate’s hand, shook it with Hulot-like dignity. Other guests could barely contain themselves. Mon Oncle had been Tati’s Plan C. Following the commercial success of his previous film, Monsieur Hulot’s Holiday, he had wanted to make a comedy about French conscripts in a wartime Berlin labour camp. It would show them outwitting their Nazi captors, secretly living it up in spartan quarters, and undermining German munitions production. Friends counselled him to shelve the project. The mental climate in France was unsuitable. Tati had an alternative plan. The Italian director Federico Fellini suggested filming a version of Don Quixote, allowing the Frenchman the lead role as well as participation in production planning and decisions. Tati was eager. He wanted to play the knight-as-fool. But Fellini never passed beyond talk. Besides, the market was pressing for more of Monsieur Hulot, a role played by Tati himself. He was swamped with commercial offers for appearances of his character in advertising and on telev ision. People wouldn’t let up. And there were incessant inquiries about another film, would-be backers suggesting “Hulot in Love” and similar themes—proposals Tati disliked intensely. Then came the national newspaper poll where the gentle, 80 warm-hearted, faltering and entirely fictitious Monsieur Hulot was ranked among the ten most popular people in France. Tati felt himself being backed into a corner. J acques Tati had a loose idea for a sketch. It would play on un oncle d’Amérique (an American uncle), the vernacular French phrase for a vain well-off person who humiliates less-fortunate relatives by flauntingly distributing largesse. The director wanted to invert this term by using his Hulot character as a “French” uncle: a figure with no money, no job, no prospects, but who exudes Gallic geniality, tolerance and mild fun. Tati’s biographer, David Bellos, explains that the scene involved the relationship of a boy to two family members: his industrious and affluent professional father, and his irredeemably disorganised and playful uncle. The director had jotted down notes on a setting. He would contrast two urban lifestyles: to one side a traditional cramped and twisting old quarter of Paris, as against a modern villa in one of the newer suburbs. Mon Oncle evolved from this raw sketch. The film followed the Arpel family: husband, wife and nine-year-old son. The Arpels are bourgeois in the full sense. They are affluent and conventional city people. Monsieur Arpel is the director of a plastics factory, his wife is extremely proud of their new modern home in a trendy suburb, and their boy Gérard attends a smart school. The family is swathed in the trappings of material success. Into the equation enters Madame Arpel’s brother, Monsieur Hulot, an unemployed bachelor who has a tiny room atop a peculiar old house in a traditional quarter. He is valued as an honest trustworthy soul in his close-knit neighbourhood, a decent member of the Parisian community. But everything about him seems to invert the Arpels’ lifestyle, down to the way Hulot openly leaves the key above his flimsy door. In contrast, their home is protected by a high fence and electronic gate. Quadrant June 2014 Jacques Tati in the Ultra-Modern House If young Gérard enjoys his uncle’s relaxed company—the pair have a strong bond—his middleclass parents view Hulot as a social embarrassment, an idler without ambition. This mirrors the perceptions of a “progressive” post-war world which designates him as human surplus. So the couple aspire to induct Hulot into their modern lifestyle. They want to arrange a reputable job for him, and to matchmake a well-to-do wife. Monsieur Arpel asks a favour of a business associate, leading to Hulot being offered a job at a chemicals corporation. But through a misunderstanding Hulot fails the interview for a clerical position before it begins: the personnel officer thinks Hulot is a peeping tom. Then the Arpels hold a small garden party where they try to pair Hulot up with a preening local sophisticate. He is unable to act the customary social games with her, indeed he reduces the gathering to a shambles, damaging the Arpels’ modern home. Finally, Hulot is assigned a menial job on the factory floor at Arpel’s plastics firm. Unsuited to mindless work, he breaks the machine that manufactures plastic pipe (it comes out shaped like a string of sausages). Hulot cannot be “modernised”. In despair, the Arpels send Hulot to work as a sales rep in the provinces, while Gérard establishes the beginning of a warm relationship with his father. T he rising novelist Jean L’Hote, who Tati asked to assist on a screenplay, was perplexed. He was given nothing when writing began—no plot outline, no gags to build up, no set motifs to use. Add to this a dramatic complication. As in his last film, Tati wanted there to be almost no dialogue. Strictly speaking the pair were not writing a silent movie—because, besides a measured musical accompaniment, the film would use a soundtrack of orchestrated noises from daily life. The director was confident a story would emerge. As a professional mime who had sharpened his craft in pre-war vaudeville, Jacques Tati had been extracting material from daily life for decades: “observation is everything”, he repeatedly assured L’Hote. So the pair spent two entire years watching Paris. They would meet early each weekday, then walk about the streets, looking, and making precise notes. They began by watching dogs. They noted how dogs behaved when alone, on a leash, or with other dogs; what dogs did on a street, in a market, on waste ground. On the third week the pair watched a loose group of domestic dogs determinedly go into the ground floor of a Parisian apartment building then emerge minutes later from a greengrocer’s shop on the opposite side of the square. The dogs knew some concealed way to cross beneath the bustling traffic. Tati was enchanted, and L’Hote could see how the substance for a Hulot film would come into view. Those dogs eventually punctuated the film. They would appear at its introduction and conclusion, and figure at transitional points to push the visual story along, pressing the unseen humour of a street. There is the dog on a leash that leads his drunken master home; the dog which gets its owner to open doors; the dog that bares teeth at a fish head protruding from a shopping basket; and the dogs shrewdly evading authorities trying to catch them. There is nothing strained or far-fetched. What we see is completely normal. This approach tells in Tati’s depiction of daily work. Comedy films habitually exaggerate and embellish blue-collar toil to maximise laughs. Modern Times has Charlie Chaplin labouring at such a frenetic pace that he gets pulled into a vast engine; I’m Alright Jack has Ian Carmichael so unwilling to tear himself away from a process line that he vomits into a spurious confectionary machine. These incidents may be hilarious, but they are ridiculous—and forced. Compare them to the factory in Mon Oncle. Wearing a grey store coat, Hulot sits at a bare dispatch desk and takes occasional phone calls. He is utterly bored in what is a dull, meaningless job from the real world of work. Another labourer takes a cigarette break, asking Hulot to keep his eye on an adjacent extrusion machine. He agrees, but then he nods off, and the unwatched plastics machine produces too much bright red pipe. Hulot awakens, panics, reacts. What happens is funny, and plausible. What he does is a normal mistake. This faithfulness—there is no other term—is unique to Tati’s comedy. T hat alertness to the everyday saw the consumer life of 1950s Paris spill into the film. There was the inaugural “World Detergent Congress” of September 1954, where “scientific experts” in white coats and rubber gloves lectured Parisians on domestic hygiene. This will be mirrored in Madame Arpel’s behaviour: in her kitchen she wears rubber gloves and uses tongs to cook an egg hygienically. Then there was plastic, the wonder material of the future. Tens of thousands of Parisians flocked to a 1956 exposition publicising the plastics industry, where continuous demonstrations explained the benefits of the new material. People were incredulous when plastic cups and bowls would be dropped then bounce, not shatter like ceramic or glass. Most popular was the long booth where a crowd looked incredulously as a technician in safety suit and futuristic cap fabricated brightly coloured hair Quadrant June 2014 81 Jacques Tati in the Ultra-Modern House combs from a mystifying machine. For weeks Paris Tati was doubtful of the advantages said to be was abuzz with excited talk about the exposition. embodied by an automated, progressive society: “life Tati’s friend Raymond Queneau landed work to tomorrow will be inseparable from those twentywrite the script for an expensive documentary on storey buildings where a little chap will have to call, plastics manufacture, Le Chant de Styrène (his title armed with a screwdriver, to mend the lift that’s puns on “le chant de sirène”, the siren’s song). broken”. In his gentle, good-humoured way, Tati Monsieur Arpel not only manufactures plastics, was raising values that mattered to him. the glamorous substance. Hulot works at the factory He did not have to search far for a suitable locaalongside attendants who wear clear plastic smocks tion. His film was shot mostly around Saint-Maurand black goggles, gauntlets and boots, and who des-Fossés on the south-western edge of Paris. The keep an eye on a fuming mechanism resembling the picturesque village radiated a warm, untidy atmosfeted device at the Paris exposition. And there is the phere, with its architectural mix of the sensible scene in the Arpels’ kitchen when Hulot drops jugs and the dishevelled snuggled around a late Second and cups on the floor, wanting to see them bounce. Empire main square. Saint-Maur required miniBut one is made of glass. mal work, with only one mock-up All was ripe for scrutiny, and building being constructed there: laughter. Tati’s father, who had just acques Tati’s subject the dilapidated and meandering retired from daily work, leased his was a transformation three-storey residence in which shop to an ambitious businessman Hulot lived. Otherwise, the visual promoting the latest kitchen appli- deeply affecting post- ambience of the square was perfect, and provided the setting to convey ances. Tati and L’Hote made visits war France, and to inspect American inventions that an old arrondissement where neighhe had a weighty would be parodied in the Arpels’ bours spill into each other’s lives in ultra-modern home. And when the message: “Everything a friendly, spontaneous manner. director spent time in hospital, he film crew also used the adjathat gave Paris its centThe took note of the modern equipment. suburb of Créteil for the exteThe controls for an X-ray machine charm and personality rior shots of the modern factory, prompted the complex switches on school, roads and mass-housing is being spoilt and estate. the Arpels’ kitchen cooker. This new development was torn down!” he said a forerunner of the grands ensemon Oncle is a comedy of reconon the film’s release. bles crowding out the periphery of struction. The film’s framing Paris. Créteil was a testing ground images deftly press this point. The for urban planners, offering acres of opening credits are arranged on hoardings before graceless concrete apartment blocks set along ausa busy building site, with a concert of mechani- tere streets of relentless straight lines with intercal construction noises substituted for music. And, mittent efficient arcs. The contrast with the relaxed nearing the end, the audience sees workmen knock- character of Saint-Maur could not be more extreme. ing down a shabby cottage, rowdily clearing a town Créteil was the civic response to a crisis. France block for mass-housing. had been in ruins after the war, with more than a These were not convenient narrative devices. million buildings lost, including a sixth of domestic Jacques Tati’s subject was a transformation deeply residences either damaged or destroyed. The counaffecting post-war France, and he had a weighty try also found itself harbouring 100,000 displaced message: “Everything that gave Paris its charm and persons by July 1945, a figure that was climbing. personality is being spoilt and torn down!” he said And cities were experiencing an influx of migrants on the film’s release. The father of two school-age from France’s colonial possessions, especially from children was uneasy for the community’s future: North Africa. So there was intense pressure for the government to deliver housing and employment Gardens are being abolished … Take those opportunities; in fact, modernising industry was big blocks of flats they’re putting up in the the national priority. Jean Monnet, who devised the suburbs. They’re surrounded by lawns but infrastructure underpinning industrial reconstrucchildren are forbidden to play on them. The tion, had long preached the necessity to embrace result: children go and play on waste ground progress: “There will only be greatness when the as they did in the old days. But what happens French assume the stature to justify it,” he warned when there’s no more waste ground left? A real de Gaulle. “For that it is necessary to modernise, child needs to break a window and get his ears because the French aren’t modern.” boxed by the caretaker. Tati wanted to use the severe, functional qualities J M 82 Quadrant June 2014 Jacques Tati in the Ultra-Modern House of Créteil’s streetscapes to suggest a humourless modern suburb. And he was gratified to find the community there shared this unflattering outlook. Residents would come up to him to complain about the morbid geometry of the area, the shoddy construction of their flats, a lack of amenities, and obstreperous local authorities. One man showed Tati a “summons” the council had sent to him because his children walked on municipal lawns. The people who lived in the modern estate felt that, far from being the utopia promised by urban planners, it was nowhere near as comfortable as an old quarter. Modernisation, for them, seemed more trouble than it was worth. T hen there is “Maison Arpel”, the modernist villa in which the affluent Arpel family lives, a far cry from public mass-housing. This stylish, flat-roofed, geometric home represents the definitive status symbol for the progressively minded. There are no pictures on walls, no rugs on floors, no homely knick-knacks in the pale near-empty interiors where, as Madame Arpel chants, “everything communicates”. It’s a push-button dwelling equipped with odd electric gadgets, as well as modish furnishings designed to catch the eye, not for comfort (visitors sit awkwardly in wiry cone-shaped chairs). Outside is a stark and geometrised courtyard with alternating rectangles of concrete, grass and pebble-dash. A pair of meagre trees are clipped into a rod-like row and espaliered against a wall. The focal point of house and garden is a metallic fountain shaped like a marlin leaping up from a small pond. At the press of a button this kitsch decorative feature, which the accident-prone Hulot will later break, spurts a tall jet of water. The significance of “Maison Arpel” has been missed entirely by film historians. This crafty pastiche of an architect-designed villa in the International Style was built on set at the Victorine cinema studios in Nice. Local audiences of the newly-released film straight away spotted how it was having a dig at a very public architect. Le Corbusier—the nom de guerre of Edouard Jeanerette—was among those modernist demigods who straddled French design, architecture and visual art in the giddy 1920s. He advocated a refined style which fused the values of Cubist abstraction with Classical Greek proportion where all was steeped in square, rectangle and circle. By middecade his name was synonymous with blank white walls and flat roofs, with functional steel windows and unadorned interiors, with chrome furniture and stark geometric design. He specialised in creating elegant modernist villas and apartments for the well-heeled. Le Corbusier courted controversy, crafting sage pronouncements—“a house is a machine for living in”—always publicising his design practice. There were critics—Frank Lloyd Wright scorned one house as a “white box on stilts”—although projects such as Villa La Roche (1923) and Villa Savoye (1928–30) were acclaimed as architectural icons. Still, it wasn’t enough for the tireless self-promoter. Le Corbusier’s ambitions were extending to urban planning. He published books on the subject, and pressed civic authorities to consider his utopian designs for extensive, multi-storey residential complexes to replace French cities. Opportunity came in 1945. He was approached to devise an urban plan for Saint-Dié, in Lorraine, which had been destroyed by the retreating Germans. Local authorities were so pleased with his proposal they commissioned Le Corbusier to design and build eight Unités d’Habitation to house 10,000 people, plus civic offices and an industrial estate. Favourable word travelled, and Le Corbusier was summoned by Raoul Dautry, the French Minister of Reconstruction and Town Planning. The provisional government needed a prototype mass-housing complex, and needed it designed quickly as a model for reconstruction. Le Corbusier was appointed to develop a residential complex in Marseilles, construction to be completed by 1948. He was also made chairman of a government Mission on Architecture and Urbanism to liaise with reconstruction projects in other countries. But a vociferous public campaign in 1946–47 saw his innovative Lorraine complex ditched. The community at Saint-Dié was against Le Corbusier’s high-density civic plans, and the intended residents loathed his bare concrete apartment blocks. There was a similar backlash against his Unités d’Habitation at Marseilles, where an ugly administrative drama would be performed before the national media. There was public and municipal opposition; a campaign by conservative architects; an official report predicting health problems; then legal action; the site had to be shifted, twice, followed by cost over-runs; the estate was reduced to a single apartment block; and the project was completed in 1952—four years late! Across France the political fallout led the government to shelve Le Corbusier’s extensive urban plans for Strasbourg and Meaux, and his projected mass-housing complexes at Nantes-Rezé, Briey-en-Forêt and Firminy-Vert were reduced to single buildings. Tensions were provoked by Le Corbusier himself. Take Marseilles, where his gridded grey tower was dubbed in local dialect the “Maison du Fada”, the madhouse. People were uncomfortable with the Quadrant June 2014 83 Jacques Tati in the Ultra-Modern House austere styling of an overbearing geometric build- strongly disliked Technicolor because it made coling finished in béton brutal (rough concrete). Le ours too intense. After shooting chromatic tests, the Corbusier had also designed a standard ensemble for director settled on Eastmancolor as the best option. the flats, including set interiors and mass-produced This was a crucial decision, because Tati worked modernist furnishings. And he expected his apart- with his designer Lagrange to match and blend ments to be preserved, wanting rules to prevent shades which govern the drama aesthetically. The occupants from redecorating. pair agreed on two scenic palettes. In the old quarLe Corbusier was seen as an autocrat inflicting his ter where Hulot lives they favoured colours with tastes on the common man. Academics and intellec- familiar associations, including foliage greens, pastuals reproached him for his stubbornness; not that tel pinks and warm oranges. A second palette, using he listened. He was wounded, though, by Picasso, synthetic colours and metallic highlights against a who visited the Marseilles Unité d’Habitation when prevailing cement grey, was devised for modern setcompleted. Pressed for an endorsement, Picasso sug- tings. The colours and sparse fixtures of home and gested Le Corbusier come and build in his backyard plastics plant rhyme with each other, in keeping a retaining wall from rubble. with Tati’s scenario notes that the This was the divisive background house was a form of “factory”. to public mass-housing when Mon The most severe modern interior he contemporary Oncle was produced. As the conis the president’s office at the chemfurniture in the tentious face of architecture, direct icals corporation: his austere monohints to Le Corbusier were worked chrome room, with its few shiny Arpels’ home, and into the film. The movie’s designer steel fixtures, exudes a cold and trendy attire worn by humourless efficiency. Otherwise Jacques Lagrange roughed out an idea for “Maison Arpel” from stylish women, offset the contemporary furniture in the collaged photographs of modern Arpels’ home, and trendy attire the grey geometric worn homes, shaping the interior and by stylish women, offset the surroundings with grey geometric surroundings with garden from shots of Le Corbusier’s iconic Villa La Roche and Villa shrill greens, acid yellows and shrill greens, acid Savoye. Ferrari red, as well as beige, black yellows and Ferrari and fluorescent white. Men mostly Besides parodying the style of rooms and courtyard, and stressing wear unpatterned business suits in red, as well as the machine aspect of the house, grey or black, with matching bland beige, black and there were sight gags tailored to a ties and white shirts. The exception fluorescent white. French audience. The Arpels have is Monsieur Arpel, whose coloura curious backless green vinyl settee co-ordinated casual attire prompts in the main room. Late in the film several visual jokes. The family dog, Hulot flips it on its side to sleep on it, the relaxing for example, wears a coat with the same scarlet-andform now mimicking Le Corbusier’s trendy B309 black pattern as Monsieur Arpel’s bespoke smoking chaise-longue. jacket. The most f lamboyant sight joke involves Sounds are orchestrated to match settings. The “Maison Arpel” at night. Press cartoonists used Le old quarter reverberates with human laughter, arguCorbusier’s trademark large round spectacles to car- ments, singing, whistles, children’s calls, horses’ icature his face—those double circles of the archi- hooves and a trilling canary. Modern environments tect’s thick frame glasses had featured as far afield lack these natural sounds. There we hear mechanias New Yorker cartoons. Tati and Lagrange worked cal clicks, engines running, whirrs, buzzes and the this comic motif into a nocturnal scene where the repeated clatter of footsteps on hard surfaces. “Maison Arpel” watches Hulot with giant eyes, an Film critics often comment that Tati’s camera effect caused by silhouettes of the Arpels glimpsed work is conservative and unadventurous. He hardly through two porthole windows. Across France cin- uses medium shots, and there are never close-ups. ema audiences erupted into hearty laughter when As a mime, Tati wanted audiences to watch the that image appeared on screen: the geometric characters’ body language: the entire figure is kept machine house, a witty pastiche of his modern vil- in frame. But this can lead to confusion in multilas, has Le Corbusier’s goggle-round eyes. figure scenes, like the garden party, where the camera doesn’t lead the eye and you may miss significant ati’s film was shaped with care. For this, his actions. first colour movie, he wanted film stock that did Monsieur Hulot himself is not the conventional not distract by glamorising props and settings. Tati protagonist of pre-1930 silent comedies. He does not T T 84 Quadrant June 2014 Jacques Tati in the Ultra-Modern House instigate activity or incident like Charlie Chaplin’s cheeky tramp. Instead, Hulot remains passive, deferential and absent-minded throughout, a goodnatured figure to whom things accidentally happen. In keeping with this manner, Hulot does not collide with authority. In a Chaplin film there would be a confrontation with police; with Buster Keaton there would be difficulties with a civic official; and Harold Lloyd would have a moralising minister to contend with. These encounters propelled silent comedy, and were the cornerstone of slapstick. Tati has no need of them, the only appearance of authority involving a couple of motorcycle cops watching for stray dogs. Nor does Hulot turn and face the cinema audience. Again this runs contrary to the early customs of silent comedy, where at key moments the protagonist will face the camera and, through gesture, address the viewer. With Chaplin it’s a form of wink, a shared delight when he is on a winning streak; while Keaton turns on us his stone face, that look of fatal resignation when events conspire against him. A connection is made between audience and comic lead. But Tati has no need of this. Hulot is blissfully unaware of being watched. T he Arpels’ unquenchable appetite for status symbols leads to some sly Gallic jests about cars. When the story begins, Monsieur Arpel drives a dour grey Simca Vedette, a middle-range French-made car which could be bettered. Likewise he garages it in a bland utilitarian shed across the garden from the family home. The Arpels separately organise surprises for each other as their wedding anniversary approaches. Monsieur Arpel purchases a new American-manufactured Chrysler New Yorker, a three-toned statement in automotive flamboyance, all green and pink and purple duco with lots of gleaming chrome trim. Meanwhile, his wife has arranged for an electric door, fitted with stylish porthole windows and anodised aluminium surrounds, to be installed in the home garage. At the exchange of gifts, the couple are over the moon with their costly indulgences. Even if you don’t grasp the make of cars, there is no missing the point when the family dog (a pedigree dachshund, no less) accidentally trips the electric eye that controls the new door, locking the distressed couple inside the garage. They are trapped in their lifestyle. Hulot cannot afford a car. He strolls around instead; although when required to get somewhere urgently he hops onto a gauche VéloSoleX moped, and later makes a hasty escape by hitching a ride on the horse cart of a rag-and-bone man. Nor does Hulot admire the Arpels’ expensive new car when taken for a spin. It’s just a thing to him. When Monsieur Arpel proudly offers him a cigarette lighter from the dashboard, Hulot uncomprehendingly tosses it out of the car’s open window after lighting his pipe. For viewers there was already a touch of nostalgia to Hulot’s means of transport. In Tati’s previous film, Monsieur Hulot’s Holiday, he puttered along in a 1924 Amilcar. A more hilarious automobile cannot be imagined that this 30-horsepower French jalopy with its backfires, squishy brakes and seeming mind-of-its-own. Small pieces drop from the engine when it wobbles and bumps across cobblestones. Then, shrimping net fixed to the chassis like a chevalier’s pennant, it wheezingly fails to crest a gentle hill. However, local audiences would have recognised the Amilcar as a lethal contraption that could do 75 kilometres an hour. Isadora Duncan had been killed in the sports model when her long fluttering scarf caught in the rear spoked wheels, jerking her out of the vehicle and onto the roadway where she fractured her skull. This is where a Gallic humour eases in. Paris in mid-century had the highest automotive accident rate in the world. Roads across France were an anarchic shambles. Partly this was due to outdated road laws. Abstract doctrines of inalienable rights unaltered since the Napoleonic Code caused disastrous traffic movement. Add French attitudes of entitlement and a universal delight in evading the law, and the result was driver behaviour that cut a bloody band across society. The personalities affected by road accidents tell us much. Albert Camus was killed in a car crash. So, too, were his publisher Michel Gallimard, the talented composer Louis Cahuzac, and the rising popular novelist Jean Bruce. The elderly sculptor Aristide Maillol was killed when his speeding car rolled in a thunderstorm. The art dealer Ambrose Vollard was fatally injured in his chauffeur-driven car after it took a junction too fast and somersaulted lengthwise. The actress Françoise Dorléac (Catherine Deneuve’s older sister) was immolated when she lost control of her Renault 10 and it flipped off the road then erupted in flames. The novelist Françoise Sagan was crippled after crashing at speed in her Aston-Martin. Simone de Beauvoir, a reckless veteran of numerous crashes, nearly lost her life when rounding a bend at speed on the wrong side of the road in her Simca Aronde. She clipped a truck coming in the opposite direction (her biographer Deirdre Bair had the gall to write that the other driver struck her). In her worst accident, Beauvoir hit and killed a pedestrian walking on the pavement. Alberto Giacometti, who did not drive, had a permanent limp after being hit by a speeding car while crossing a Parisian square. Quadrant June 2014 85 Jacques Tati in the Ultra-Modern House Tati himself had several collisions, the nastiest Idlers were a favourite topic of conversation when in May 1955 when he cut in front of a coach in his Jacques Tati and Raymond Queneau got together. Peugeot Frégate. He was rushed to hospital with The pair would regale others with their opinions a double fracture of his left arm, a broken knee, a that the right to do nothing much is a fundamental bruised chest and concussion. Tati’s hair went grey freedom of ordinary folk; and they scoffed at preand he never recovered full rotation of his left wrist, vailing attitudes that only the rich are entitled to having to wear his watch on his right arm. While inactivity. Tati and Queneau even contended that resting and undergoing physiotherapy for six months idleness can be politically meaningful. The film he penned the sketch that evolved into Mon Oncle. Tati had originally wanted to make—about French Set these facts about driver behaviour against the labourers fouling up German wartime production— street traffic in the film, which smoothly flows in would have been a comic salute to idleness, proving an automotive version of social conformism. This is that self-exclusion from the economy of labour is the hardly the French pandemonium Tati would recon- noblest form of resistance. figure as marvellous disarray in his late film Trafic of French viewers recognised that Hulot retains 1971. Instead, to the sound of a steady drum patter, some of the mannerisms of a wartime zazou. Mon Oncle has evenly spaced cars move in unison on Unheroic, lazy and anarchic, the zazous were lanes of a broad clean roadway like younger Parisians of the Occupation formation dancers. They cut a trim years who vented their opposition to pattern in motion. hat we are shown Vichy, the Germans and compliant And there is so little variety in authority through insolent idleness. on these modern the modern vehicles shown. Tati Zazous slowed down the workplace, had used a mix of old and recent, roads is not Parisian talking and getting staff to take expensive and economical cars traffic. “Mon Oncle” breaks. Zazous dressed casual to travelling along the highway in sloppy, often cutting trousers at the is the dream of an shin to display vile striped socks. Monsieur Hulot’s Holiday. But here is sameness in the endless rows and efficiently run and They disrupted the neighbourhood columns of cream, grey and white by playing decadent jazz records socially aspirational loudly French 1950s cars. The modern roads with windows open. Hulot, “progressive” city. are filled with sedans and coupes we should notice, has those highfavoured by white collar employees cut trouser legs, those visible striped and professionals; makes including socks, that habit of annoying others Simca, Peugeot, Panhard, Renault, Autobleu and with rag-time records played at full blast. He did it a Marathon with its swept polyester bodywork. all in Tati’s previous film, too, where the characAbsent are the ubiquitous Citroën 2CV and Renault ter wore throughout the favoured zazou footwear: 4CV, those low-cost staples of the local automotive sandshoes. industry; while the only traffic incidents, a rearThe hints of a 1940s zazou underline Hulot’s end bump and splashing pedestrians, are caused by easygoing nature, whereas conventional attitudes to battered old vehicles. What we are shown on these idleness are refracted through the Arpels. If they modern roads is not Parisian traffic. Mon Oncle is view Hulot’s idleness as an embarrassment, they the dream of an efficiently run and socially aspira- do admire the idle woman next door—because tional “progressive” city. she exudes wealth. These same attitudes clarify Monsieur Arpel’s unease over Gerard’s relationship on Oncle has a frank interest in idleness. The with his uncle. At home the father encourages his people in the old quarter where Hulot lives do son to work and study, where the cheerful Hulot very little, apart from socialising. There is the neigh- allows the boy to muck about and be idle. Likewise bour downstairs who doesn’t bother to dress, drift- with Hulot’s lack of employment. Monsieur Arpel ing sleepily to the café in pyjama pants and singlet, is pleasant and well meaning, although he values and the street vendor who lounges at a table with a industriousness and ambition, so he simply cannot glass of wine, allowing customers to select vegeta- understand his jobless brother-in-law’s contentment. bles from his barrow across the square. Foremost That chirpy street sweeper who never sweeps among these idlers is a municipal street-sweeper, begs to be set against Madame Arpel, who comwho may be busy all day, although he doesn’t clear pulsively cleans and tidies everything in sight. She the square. Not once do we see his birch broom cannot stop. When she first appears she is vacuumsweep the cobblestones. Instead, his working hours ing, then as Monsieur Arpel prepares to leave for are spent gossiping with passers-by as he hovers over work she buffs his shiny leather briefcase. He starts an unshifting pile of litter. his car and moves off as she scampers alongside, W M 86 Quadrant June 2014 Jacques Tati in the Ultra-Modern House zealously polishing the chrome and duco. Madame Arpel fusses over things that are spotless throughout the film. Surely the funniest images of idleness in Mon Oncle follow the arrival of Monsieur Arpel and his dog at the plastics plant late in the film. The dachshund trots on well ahead of his owner, and the staff spring into activity, knowing their boss is following. No one in the factory works until that dog passes by, not technicians or labourers or typists. Except for Hulot. He is carrying boxes—until he sees Arpel’s dog. Then Hulot halts and gets down on the floor playfully to greet the dachshund. Around a corner swings Monsieur Arpel, pleased that his staff are so productive, only to spy his brother-in-law sprawled upon the floor, idle again! F ilm history treats Jacques Tati as an outsider, a figure never assimilated into the profession. There is good reason for seeing his maverick comedies as disconnected from the motion picture industry; however, thematic threads surely link his Jour de Fête (1949), Monsieur Hulot’s Holiday (1953) and Mon Oncle (1958) with European cinema of the period. That suspicion of progress, and Tati’s stress on small-town values, weaves through a sequence of post-war Italian films, including Shoeshine, Germania Anno Zero, Bicycle Thieves, La Terra Trembla and Umberto D. The impoverished family of Bicycle Thieves even lives in a cheerless mass-housing estate. These disturbing films also depict community values under threat in a modern world which cites progress to excuse mercenary manipulation. The audience watches common decency ground down by unfeeling administrators and unseen companies—a dramatic formula for the grim fatalism now categorised as “Neo-Realism”. English comedies, especially the Ealing productions, come closest to Tati’s approach. Films such as Passport to Pimlico, Whiskey Galore!, The Titfield Thunderbolt, The Smallest Show on Earth and Rockets Galore similarly hinge on community resistance to modernisation. These comedies represent small, earthy communities where people are sustained by neighbourliness, and progress is equated with moral and spiritual decay. In this vein, quirkier English films revere vintage machines and buildings. The renowned Titfield Thunderbolt, an antiquated and decrepit steam engine, is as comical as Monsieur Hulot’s Amilcar. And the Bijou Cinema of The Smallest Show on Earth is even more ramshackle than Hulot’s home in Mon Oncle. In a cinematic version of the pathetic fallacy, both the Titfield Thunderbolt and the Bijou Cinema are portrayed as having character traits: the local community speaks of them possessing a sort of charming dodderiness. Old rundown things are cherished for the human qualities they encapsulate. Like the Ealing comedies, Mon Oncle fears the waning of a village culture. Indeed, there is an unintended symmetry to Jacques Tati’s three principal films—Monsieur Hulot’s Holiday (1954), Mon Oncle (1958) and Playtime (1966)—which sequentially draw the audience from one epoch to the next, that is, from old France to modern Europe. And their cumulative effect is a gentle sadness as community-oriented values decline in an urgent rush to modernise. This European mistrust of progress was anathema to Hollywood. In post-war American cinema progress, instead of being a threat to the smalltown community, is represented as salvation. Only the corrupt hinder the forces of progress. This is the overt message of numerous westerns, culminating in The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance. In that film the greenhorn Ransom Stoddard cannot work a farm, cannot ride a horse, cannot handle a six-shooter: but, as the agent of change, he is the positive figure. The future prosperity of the frontier town, and the broader territory, entirely hinges on his overcoming a figure symbolising the Old West, the thieving gunslinger Liberty Valance. If Mon Oncle weighs against progress, Tati does not exaggerate or sermonise. He refrains from unsettling his audience. Unlike films that would appear in the next five years—with the oppressive cityscapes of Antonioni, Bergman and Fellini— there is no unease in his streets, not a hint of moodiness or anguish. Nor is the imposed rationality of the modernist city the work of demons as in JeanLuc Godard’s Alphaville of 1965, or a figment of the character’s disturbed mind as in Orson Welles’s 1963 adaptation of The Trial. Even when Tati moves on to shoot an entire high-rise metropolis, with his next film Playtime, the impression conveyed to the audience is of monotony. Contemporary foyers, offices and flats are identical, anonymous and lack character. In Tati’s view the modern city is not a menace. It is over-ordered, and therefore boring. This is brought out in Playtime’s nightclub sequence. Patrons in the smart club go through the ritual motions of leisure and pleasure, until Hulot is accidentally borne in with a crowd. Then the chaotic fun begins. W hen Mon Oncle was released in 1958 the critical reaction in Paris was mixed. Leading the negative voices was François Truffaut. He had previously extolled Tati’s work, classing the maverick director as an “auteur” whose singular output was not compromised by industry conventions (which provoked intellectual curiosity, and all manner of Quadrant June 2014 87 Jacques Tati in the Ultra-Modern House curious philosophical writings on his comedies). This time the young critic argued that Tati had produced an uninteresting film by keeping his action plausible. Other reviewers joined in, complaining that Mon Oncle was formless because it lacked a customary conflict, climax and resolution. Some suggested Tati was a reactionary in refusing to accept progress, and revelling in nostalgia. For them, Hulot was a form of Luddite at odds with modern technology—although the historian James Harding points out that this is not evident in Mon Oncle. Perhaps their impatience was because French film had reached a turning point. Within twelve months Truffaut’s Les Quatre Cents Coups, Godard’s A Bout de Souffle and Alain Resnais’s Hiroshima Mon Amour would appear on local movie screens. A cinematic new wave, as it would be dubbed, was about to usher in an energised fascination for detective stories, Coca Cola, jukeboxes, blue jeans and popular culture. Nevertheless, the press loved Mon Oncle. It struck a warm chord with French audiences, too, viewers acclaiming Tati’s tender comedy for articulating their feelings about a changing way of life. Beyond its jokes the film dealt in social stresses touching everybody. Domestic cinema attendances reached two million, and kept climbing. Enthusiasm built as the film travelled to other countries. Fan mail arrived from around the world. Mon Oncle won a special jury prize at the Cannes Film Festival, and a New York Film Critics Circle award. And there was an excursion to Hollywood to attend the Academy Award ceremony, where Mon Oncle had been nominated for Best Foreign Language Film. After Tati took the Oscar, an eager American journalist offered to line up a meeting with Jerry Lewis. The French director couldn’t care less. Asked who from the movie industry he would like to see, Tati replied, “Mack Sennett.” The reporter was unfamiliar with the name. Still, true to his word, he tracked down the veteran silent movie director at a Santa Monica nursing home. A meal was organised. On the day, Jacques Tati arrived at the appointed time to find Sennett had invited along three other elderly fans: Stan Laurel, Harold Lloyd and Buster Keaton. The French director was handed a glass of champagne, then the distinguished company toasted the meandering exploits of Monsieur Hulot. Christopher Heathcote wrote about the Stanley Kubrick film The Shining in the December issue. The Three Graces, National Gallery of Scotland Hobbemas and Rubens hang so high they can only be viewed at a tiptoe stretch. Visitors are locked into looking at crowded walls When twelve chimes sound at ten past the hour. Concessions are made for a clock that’s ticked off several centuries. From portraits, idylls and war, I turn to where, unclad, unshod and unashamed, (no hint of a blush on their bare white skin) the Three Graces embrace. Canova carved no more smooth, curved marble flesh than that which serves them well. Hour by hour the daughters of Zeus hold their sisterly pose with not one twitch of the nose, twinkle of toes or forty wink doze. 88 Quadrant June 2014 Robyn Lance N eil M c D ona ld The Two Films of Gaslight O ne of the darkest legends from the so-called golden years of Hollywood is the story of how MGM bought the rights to the successful British film Gaslight (1940), destroyed all the prints, and then created their own remake in 1944 by copying the original shot for shot. Like most legends it is not entirely true. The first Gaslight was bought and suppressed by MGM, but it was not plagiarised by the writers and director of the later film. The 1944 version does not seem like the MGM studio fare of the period, where the look of the films was dominated by the taste of the head of design, Cedric Gibbons. Whatever the period or the genre, he insisted on the sets being drowned in white. However, ever since making The Women with its gleaming white walls, and white and off-white furniture in virtually every scene, director George Cukor had in his quiet way been fighting against the studio style. Design, he insisted, should reflect the subject of the film, and Gaslight with its film noir visuals and darkly oppressive settings proved to be one of Cukor’s most famous victories. Still, what MGM did to the British artists was pretty brutal. The director, Thorold Dickinson, was forbidden to show the 1940 Gaslight to producers— his best calling card at that stage of his career—and the film was saved only because he and the editor, Sidney Cole, kept one of the prints. Years later, when MGM’s rights had expired and the British Gaslight was shown at the National Film Theatre in the season of Dickinson’s films celebrating his eightieth birthday, the film began to receive the recognition it deserved. Earlier this year a blu-ray transfer was released. So with the Cukor version also readily available, we can now compare these two remarkable films. B oth works are based on Patrick Hamilton’s play Gas Light. First presented at the Richmond Theatre in London, opening on December 5, 1938, it was an immediate success. In quick succession there was a tour, a radio production—the first of many— and even a television version for the then minuscule British television audience. By 1941, renamed Angel Street, it was running on Broadway, where it stayed for two years. Reading the play in the Samuel French acting edition, it is easy to see why it was so popular. According to the original stage directions, “the curtain rises upon the rather terrifying darkness of the late afternoon—the zero hour as it were between the feeble dawn of gaslight and tea”. In this setting the suave, good-looking Mr Manningham questions his wan, haggard, sub servient wife about a missing picture that he accuses her of having hidden before. After threatening his wife with the madhouse if she cannot find a missing bill, Manningham leaves for the evening. Then the cook announces a visitor. He is ex-detective Rough, “over sixty—greying, short, wiry, active, brusque, friendly, overbearing”. Rough has been hunting the man who killed the previous owner of the house. The murderer is Mr Manningham. Rough assures Mrs Manningham that far from being mad she is being systematically driven out of her mind. After seeming to leave “for the club” because he cannot endure his wife’s insanity, Manningham returns to search the boarded-up top storeys of the house for the jewels he had failed to find on the night of the murder. The play never leaves the cluttered living room but Hamilton brilliantly deploys a range of devices (including the famous rising and falling of the gas lights) to build the tension that culminates in a final tautly written confrontation between husband and wife. I have never seen Gas Light on the stage, but as a boy it scared the living daylights out of me on radio where these effects were only described; so it is easy to imagine the impact the play must have had in 1939, especially with Gwen FfrangconDavies as Mrs Manningham. She was one of the great stage actresses of the era, famous for the Juliet and Lady Macbeth she had played opposite John Gielgud. In Britain and the USA (where Vincent Price played Manningham) contemporary reviews Quadrant June 2014 89 The Two Films of Gaslight vividly describe how the performers worked their magic, drawing audiences into the claustrophobic world of the play. T tension. Walbrook, called Mallen to account for his Austrian accent, gives a bravura performance of sadistic malevolence while Diana Wynyard as Bella Mallen in a beautifully understated performance suggests a quiet strength of character beneath the anguish and bewilderment. The opening-out of the play may have distressed the playwright, but the writers and director succeeded in placing the action in a wider social context that remained faithful to the spirit of the original. In the very fine essay that accompanies the disc, Henry K. Miller argues that both the play and the film were part of a current of anti-Victorianism epitomised by the writing and publication of Lytton Strachey’s Eminent Victorians. Dickinson wrote years later, he 1940 film version scripted by A.R. Rawlinson and Bridget Boland sacrifices this concentration on a single room to create a more fluid cine matic structure. Here one of the main influences was Marcel Carné’s Hotel du Nord (1938), which had been shown in London in 1939 along with the same director’s Quai des Brumes (1938). Thorold Dickinson was a great admirer. Hotel du Nord was set in and around the hotel of the same name in the St Martin district of Paris. As with so many of the poetic realist films of the period the hotel and even the canal it overlooked I introduced into the film a large number of were recreated in the studio by the great designer Victorian touches from childhood memories of Alexandre Trauner. Even though the detail of my grandparents’ homes … and jumped at this working-class life was meticulously recreated, the chance to expose the worst side of the Victorian visuals are all elegantly composed—the poetry in male’s attitude to women. the poetic realism, I suppose. In the opening the camera cranes over the exterior of the Hotel du Almost certainly the scene where Mallen reads Nord, discovering two of the main characters as they make their way to a bench beside the canal. from the Bible at the dinner table, the servants standing respectfully apart, was The next scene takes us inside the Dickinson’s invention. The film also hotel to a confirmation celebration embodies a subtle critique of the in which the camera unobtrusively ergman, who Victorian class distinction which covers the action in a series of midobserved a patient was still prevalent in 1940s Britain. shots and tight panning movements. In Gaslight, Dickinson’s camera having a breakdown It is the lower-class ex-detective Rough (Frank Pettingell) who explores Pimlico Square, stopping in order to get brings Mallen to justice, and the at number twelve, then cuts to an the character’s eye hierarchical Victorian society that interior. Hands come from behind protects Mallen. an elderly lady and strangle her. movements right, There follows a montage showing goes further than he British Gaslight is a disthe same hands searching drawers Diana Wynyard tinguished film and its supand cutting open upholstery, and pression by MGM for so many feet going up stairs. Then we see a in portraying the years is unforgivable. Nevertheless distraught maidservant standing at mental disturbance— the American Gaslight directed the doorway calling for help. Certainly this was influenced by hunched shoulders, by George Cukor is in its own equally impressive. The core the Carné film, but Dickinson was fear-filled eyes and way of the film—a husband attempta montage director who believed the foundation of film art was in outbursts of hysteria. ing to drive his wife insane so he can search for jewels hidden in the the editing. Real cinema, he wrote, house—is the same. But the treat“builds the story with the camera, taking the camera to the action instead of arranging ment of the situation is unabashedly romantic. The the action before the camera”. Although coming wife, now called Paula, is the niece of the murdered late to the project when Anthony Asquith was woman. Her aunt was a famous singer and the jewunavailable, Dickinson seems to have collaborated els were a gift from royalty. In the opening scene we see Paula’s haunted face well with cinematographer Bernard Knowles, who had photographed Hitchcock’s Secret Agent and as she leaves the house in the fog-shrouded darkThirty-Nine Steps, and editor, Sidney Cole. Camera ness after the murder. One of the great strengths movements don’t just capture the intense acting by of this second version’s script by John Van Druten, Anton Walbrook as the malevolent husband and Walter Reisch and John L. Balderston and of Diana Wynyard as his wife, but also create the Ingrid Bergman’s performance is that we see Paula B T 90 Quadrant June 2014 The Two Films of Gaslight as a healthy woman in love before Charles Boyer’s Anton begins to torment her. (Essentially he is the same character as in previous versions, but this version has a new set of names.) In an early draft of the script, in the final moments Anton tells Paula that he loved her all the time. When this reached David O. Selznick, who was acting as an uncredited special adviser, he was horrified and quickly drafted one of his famous memos arguing against using the line. When in 1980 I tried to question George Cukor about Selznick’s influence he replied by attacking the then recently published collection of the producer’s memos. Selznick, however, was in a position to enforce his views as he held the contracts of two of the stars, Bergman and Joseph Cotten. His interference was bound to be resented, but in this case Selznick was right. Still, Cukor and his writers were onto something. By first showing Paula’s wooing by the coldly manipulative Anton, the later cruelty plays like a perverted love story. Boyer and Bergman are superb in the sequences in which Anton convinces his wife she is going mad. Bergman, who observed a patient having a breakdown in order to get the character’s eye movements right, goes further than Diana Wynyard in portraying the mental disturbance—hunched shoulders, fear-filled eyes and outbursts of hysteria. Her rescuer, Brian Cameron, is no wily ex-detective but a handsome assistant to the commissioner; the kind of gentleman adventurer found in the John Buchan novels and in spite of his American accent played very well by Joseph Cotten with just the right touch of knightly chivalry. Cotten is also able to match Boyer in their confrontation scene: Anton: I always knew you were dangerous to me. Cameron: I always knew you were dangerous to her. Cukor worked instinctively and was no montage theorist; his great strength was the direction of actors. Nevertheless he had excellent visual taste, and the style of Gaslight is clearly influenced by William Wyler and Gregg Toland’s use of deepfocus photography in The Little Foxes and Orson Welles’s Citizen Kane with its low-angle set-ups of ceilings to suggest oppression. Cukor seems to have persuaded MGM’s ace cinematographer, Joseph Ruttenberg, to combine this deep focus with lowkey lighting, filling the frame with shadows in a style that was later to be called film noir. The director also had his way with the design, filling the set with dark Victorian furniture and increasing amounts of bric-a-brac as the heroine’s situation becomes more desperate. Not that Cukor ignored the British original. While he did not copy Dickinson, the montage of hands searching was impossible to resist and a similar sequence is used very effectively in a different context. So which Gaslight is the better film? There really is no answer to this question. But for me, comparing them like this enriches our appreciation of the artistry of Thorold Dickinson, George Cukor and their collaborators. It is just a pity it took so long for us to be able to see both films. A Tray of Frozen Songbirds For our last meal together my father takes out of the freezer a tray of frozen songbirds. He’s saved them up, these delicacies with ice crystals in their beaks, wings stuck to ribcages. There are skylarks, blackbirds, doves. He tells me how some were plucked while still alive, about the mist net at dawn, how one nightingale was thrust into a sack of discarded heads and cried, then the poacher licked the sticky lime from its plumes tenderly, before slitting its throat. He pours champagne as if it’s the river of life. We eat like two drunks woken from dreams of flying, me on his lap, singing the song I’ve just learnt at school—Alouette, gentille alouette, alouette je te plumerai. Quadrant June 2014 Pascale Petit 91 Arrival of the Electric Eel Each time I open it it’s like I’m a Matsés girl handed a parcel at the end of my seclusion, my face pierced by jaguar whiskers to make me brave. I know what’s inside—that I must unwrap the envelope of leaves until all that’s left squirming in my hands is an electric eel. The positive head, the negative tail, the rows of batteries under the skin, the small, almost blind eyes. The day turns murky again, I’m wading through the bottom of my life when my father’s letter arrives. And keeps on arriving. The charged fibres of paper against my shaking fingers, the thin electroplates of ink. The messenger drags me up to the surface to gulp air then flicks its anal fin. Never before has a letter been so heavy, growing to two metres in my room, the address, the phone number, then the numbness— I know you must be surprised, it says, but I will die soon and want to make contact. Emmanuel In the last days, after all he said and didn’t say, his iron tongue resting in the open bell of his mouth, the belfry of his face asleep, I climbed the spiral steps of the tower— up the steep steps of the bell cage, to the bourdon, the great bumblebee, Emmanuel. I stared at that bronze weight, the voice of Paris, as if it was my father’s voice and I had climbed up his spine, all thirteen tons of copper and tin, the clapper half a ton of exorcised iron. I washed the outside with holy oil for the sick, the inside with chrism. Let all badness be banished when he rings. Let the powers of the air tremble—the hail and lightning that fell from his tongue on our last days together. I made the sign of the cross. His note was F sharp, the hum deep enough to reverberate through the rest of my life. I stood upright in him. I placed myrrh inside his mouth, incense smoking like a last cigarette. I praised him. I assembled the priests. I mourned his death. Storm clouds dispersed. Thunderbolts scattered. I tolled in Sabbaths. I raised my father’s life to its hoists and rang him until I was deaf. I proclaimed peace after bloodshed. 92 Quadrant June 2014 Pascale Petit Sainte-Chapelle Just as a master glassmaker must rest the iron blowpipe against his cheek between blows, so as not to suck the flame into his mouth when he draws breath, so must you let the sun pierce your window and rest against your face. It also is a furnace, one of many in the sky’s workshop, Notre-Dame Father Speaks Under the Seine I burrow, through the medieval cellars of Paris, from the Rue de la Huchette to Notre-Dame. Swimmer of sewers, rat-father of jazz caverns and oubliettes, haunter of nightclubs and dungeon vaults, trapdoor and manhole opener, dancer of the catacombs. I am the father who searches beneath the water and above the air, flying father, ascender of four hundred steps to the North and South Towers. Father of the Chimera Gallery, my names are Howler, Gnawer, Goat. Eroded father, I lightning out. I am the angel of the great nave roof blowing my bugle. Throat father, I gurgle forth. I am a dove perched on a demon, my beak always open. My heart is a rose window. Quarry father, stroller of the necropolis, caretaker of the Quai St Michel, resident of Les Argonautes hotel, my gargoyle eyes see the insides of things. I am the gypsum and limestone father, my left foot is a crypt and my right a foundling hospital. Doctor and priest father, who heals as he wounds, I go in and out of the realm of death to where the sicknesses crouch. yet the earth lets sunrays rest along its cheek, drawing just what it needs to paint in light. I tell you this after visiting La Sainte-Chapelle, as you lie on your less painful lung, only half-listening, concentrating on each inhalation. But I persist, as if I could conjure the fifteen fifty-foot-high stained-glass windows in your flat, sand grain by sand grain, each grisaille detail fused at impossible temperatures. I tell you how cobalt can be added to raw glass to make blue, copper for red and green, antimony for yellow. How the panes are held in place with lead cames and iron rods. How they have withstood a revolution and eight centuries of storms. It doesn’t matter that the trefoils and medallions illustrate the bible and you are not a believer, that there are fire-horses, a golden calf, plagues, wars. The history of our species is up in that chapel. As you lie there sleeping, the radiant colours play over the altar of your skin while the oxygen pump chugs its hymn. Quadrant June 2014 Pascale Petit 93 A l a n G ould Short Takes XV (from a journal) 15/10/03: Poetry and foreign relations G uests of the Egyptian embassy, we have converged for a bilingual recital of Arabic poetry plus commentary. Here are diplomats from Morocco to the Persian Gulf, immaculately groomed and lotioned, sleek as Brancusi installations with brown necks strangled by spotless collars. Here are local politicians dressed in lumpy dark suits as for a funeral parlour, searching the throng nervously for what reactions might be expected from them at this, of all things, a pan-cultural poetry recital. And here we are. the poets, populous as ever, our motley most heart-rending when it is clear we have made an effort to spruce up. By contrast, stunning are some of the women. Two seats from my own sits one in scarlet gown, her scimitar eyebrows, wide-open eyes and upright carriage giving her the hauteur of a figure from an Egyptian mural, the dignity of this ruined, alas, by the unwise bravura of her headgear, which is a felt crown with fold-over tentacles like the hat of a medieval jester. I am here to focus you, no other agenda has plausibility, her get-up announces. Who on earth does she belong to? Then, amid the concourse I spy our evening’s energising spirit, tall, patrician A, anthologist, envoy, bridge-builder between our nation and the Middle Eastern cultures. She is robed in black but for an orange chiffon scarf about her neck, her face long and pale, her eyes shadowed by make-up. The performances begin. Above all, they are very well organised, but sadly undercharged in their impact, as bilingual performance tends to be. Then at interval A approaches me and, sotto voce, asks what I think of the evening’s entertainment, this “Journey of Poetry through the Middle East”. “Very hospitable of the embassy to have arranged it,” I reply blandly. “Yes, yes! But …” and now A quickly scans the room, then lowering her voice further ushers me aside. “I must speak to you privately.” 94 So we stand apart while she eyes the throng of guests like a schemer in a Jacobean melodrama and, with an envelope placed before her mouth so that I might hear her sidelong remarks while any onlooker can only observe how our confab is blatantly surreptitious, she confides that, incomprehensibly, several important Arab poets have been ignored. Ignored! And free verse! Free verse has been effectively extinguished under all the meter and rhyme we have just heard. “Poets must be free,” A expostulates from behind her envelope. Indeed, she promises, when her own turn to speak comes round, she is of a mind to be just a little “naughty”. She will trust herself, perhaps, to a little joke. Yes, a little risqué joke. Do I think she should be naughty? Yes, why not, I encourage. What on earth is prompting this conspiratorial play-acting? The room is full of the Middle East’s ambassadors and their wives, first secretaries, local politicians, literary folk. Has she something confidential to impart? Hardly. Ah, but does she wish to be remarked in the act of imparting confidential matters? This seems likely, for her eyes flicker across the throng and maybe this prompts the odd glance to be directed back our way. But if this is the case, does she wish Alan Gould, local poet, to be identified by these professional observers and interpreters of meetings and manners, as a person to whom confidential matters can be imparted at international gatherings? Will I, by this, be initiated into the mirror-corridors of the intelligencer? A spook for poetry? Heaven knows what the fantasy was. A presses me. “So you do think I should be a bit naughty?” “Definitely. Hang the expense,” I assure her, whereupon we return through the trellis doors to our auditorium. And when it comes her turn to recite, her risqué offering turns out to be not so very naughty—no more than to rehearse Robert Frost’s well-exercised quip about free verse and tennis, which appears to Quadrant June 2014 Short Takes XV endorse rather than wallop the evening’s choice of formal style. Indeed, with the exception of a thirteenthcentury Persian poem about a cloak, the evening’s fare has been interminable and over-explained. But then, as in the days of visiting Soviet poets, poetry is present here more to scent foreign relations than inform them. The evening ends with two of the embassy’s servants singing a song from Upper Egypt. Now this does have genuine vitality! The two fellows so clearly enjoy their music with its incantatory rise and fall, its reiteration, the two shallow drums pulsing behind their voices. One has a dark Negro head and is dressed in waistcoat and bow-tie. The other is in a long robe of dazzling whiteness with a squashed white hat atop. They release themselves into the trance of the song, and their eyes are liquid. 2/12/12: The provisional W ithout God’s presence in how I perceive the World, the experiences of my life form a series. Where I include God in my sense of the World’s presence, my sense of my experiences, while not empowered to find their place in a Whole, is at least alerted to the condition of Wholeness. While I can think this without getting any further in being confident of the existence of Deity, does it allow me to be a little clearer in the idea that, if value can be attached to Life in anything other than a casual way, the presence of Deity needs vitally to be one of the conditions of that, not the vision, but a workaday pro-vision? 12/12/12: To Byron, on my apprenticeship M ilord, what has gone wrong with our times with respect to the facility with English prosody? I have spent a month niggling at four stanzas of ottava rima while, a mere two centuries ago in your Beppo, Don Juan, and other performances, you nattered wonderfully with this particular stanzaform for hundreds of pages. Between my faltering and your facility hangs a hypothesis, The Bio-verbal one might call it in seeking to explain the ecology of both. Milord, I note you snuffed it at just that age when, in my own career, meter moved from being a laboured mental construct for me to part of my nervous response to the world. And I recall how you rebuked Trelawney when he praised this facility of yours by insisting that all your poems were the slow meditative work of years, grinding in some mental mill long before they reached the page. Milord, we differ, but grasp this common straw, this watch on what the business of imagining does with us. 5/1/13: A Christian status I cannot know my own place in how things stand until I can see clearly how I stand in comparison to others. At the same time, I cannot know this place sufficiently until I see how I might be valued by some viewpoint without being compared. To approach that, I need to know the sensation of conferring value in addition to how it feels to have value conferred on my own being. This moral vibrancy emerges in human nature as naturally as any other part of our speciation. I should love my neighbour as myself. In many instances I cannot; my neighbour can be un-neighbourly, my self ditto. But I do learn where I might be once this precept has been put inescapably before me. 10/4/13: The transference M y tree-lopping mate, P, has updated his IT, so now has a superfluous iMac. IMacs! The sorcery of Gandalf and the aesthetics of Brancusi. P’s is five years younger than my own old model, which poignantly has kept its chic appearance through a gradual mental decline. Yes please, I said, when P offered the newer gadget, for it has a screen with an area sufficient to need surveyor and theodolite. “But let me pay you something for this marvel,” I tried. Nah, but I could refurbish the topsail schooner ship-model I sold him for $1000 in 1989. Sure, mate. O, but back then my modelling skills were unspeakably coarse (on a par with Norman Lindsay’s ship-modelling). The ship, built from a standard two-masted topsail schooner plan, had been named Helgi Magri after my Icelandic ancestor. I collected my new screen, resumed possession of the old ship. Quickly I saw this dear vessel (all ship-models remain lifelong darlings to their makers) needed to be gutted, rebuilt and re-rigged with the skills I have gathered during the last decades. Shameful to aim at less for her. So I gutted until the hull was a shell, aware the destruction of each minute entails a month’s worth of future micro-restoration. Hulk—saddest word you can apply to a work of human hands creaturely as a sea-going vessel. Now I shall refurbish. I shall install a new beam-shelf and deck-beams, new deck-planking from a suitable Australian timber that will present a sea-worn facsimile. These planks will be joggled into the margin plank fore-and-aft until they resemble a pattern of marquetry. Already Quadrant June 2014 95 Short Takes XV I will have fitted new waterways and scuppers, relocated hawse holes and pinrails, amputated the present “cruiser” stern to replace it with a transom that will accommodate two derricks for a stern lifeboat. I shall discard the old, ridiculous deckhouses in favour of half-sunk accommodations with proper coachwork, ditto for the half-round companions to the crew-quarters for’ard. Helgi Magri will have a new cargo-winch/boom-crutch, a new binnacle improvised from brass scrap complete with gimbals in bright red (port) and green (starboard), made from fake pearls salvaged from one of Anne’s necklaces. Thus from my head and delectably, I bring the shipwright vocabulary to my fret saw, files and pindrills in anticipation of the work I will do to earn my iMac. How peculiar can the cover-employments towards a livelihood in poetry get? And all my work will recompense P for his superfluous gadget many times over. But can a ship-modeller have ease of conscience when he knows an imperfect opus has proceeded from his workbench? Absolutely not. Naturally I will go back to the Harold A. Underhill plans in this, my second go at the Harold A. Underhill standard. My bench saw buzzes and the new deck-timbers (one-eighth by three-sixteenths) peel away. What is the wood-scent here? Celery top? Tassie oak? From the gutting there is old lacquer in the nostril, a burnish of red cedar from original timbers. 6/5/13: Elizabethan Serenade I am not a Royalist. But I am, and fiercely, a constitutional monarchist, and this conflicts with the larrikin republicanism of those folk with whom, otherwise, I usually find common values of social justice. So I must contest in my head what has egalitarian appeal with how I feel my allegiance to the crown keeps me loyal to an idea I value, a dynamic between liberty and cultural cohesion that has unfolded over five centuries. And yet, sensitive as I know I am whenever sneers get directed at my intellectual independence, how blithely I might dismiss that derision in favour of the veritable devotion entailed in being a Royalist, in being a runaway enthusiast. How so? When it comes to allegiance, the music will always disarm the wrangling, whether dialogue or soliloquy. If I listen, say, to Ronald Binge’s popular piece Elizabethan Serenade, find myself taken in by the enchantment of its sunny calm and continuity, the brilliance of its pitch in accessible melody, then I am ushered into a condition-of-being so much more entirely than anything the republican lobbyists and newspaper detractors can subvert in 96 me when they appeal to the practical or nationalistic parts of my sympathy. How do I know when a part of our constitutional fabric has a deep accord in my being? Not when some deadness finds a moribund litany for it— “God Save the Queen”, for all I welcome the idea. It is when the music, light and popular as Binge’s piece undoubtedly is, succeeds in locating the exactness and delicacy of the ground-note of what actually has unfolded for the essential character of the Elizabethan sovereignty. Here was the exact welcoming note for 1953, and its resilient, upbeat note has proved diamond, I reckon. Where does this leave me? Left and royalist. 17/5/13: As it wears O f course! Each new evidence of free verse, like a graffito, has some trivial necessity claimant upon our tolerance. And yet how pre-emptive is the distrust this adlib arouses in us. Here is sloth, we sergeants in the biz assess the new intake. Here, riff-raff spawned from the dementia of that old disciplinarian who insisted the basis of decent art should at least include the rigour a joiner brings to dressing timber, or the preparatory maths an engineer brings to the physics of his bridge, here is incompetence masquerading as the sensitive or the exquisite-clever. Here is that lightning opportunism in the more enervated intervals of “self ” expression. Here is Dr Avid Wannabe turning art into a power-game again, breeding arrogance and evasions. You may dismiss the squad, sergeant. 2/9/13: Returning from a night walk H ow to charm one’s love? Find just that part of wit that might have caused her mum or dad to laugh outright. 6/9/13: Dennis sums it up G iven its broad sympathy, our Friday Table O’ Knowledge at Tilley’s was not so very animated about tomorrow’s election overcast. But Dennis— stalwart Laborite—caught our mood and, with it, this hope for the well-being of democracy. “I don’t care who wins tomorrow, so long as the polls lose.” This is the fifteenth in Alan Gould’s series of “Short Takes”, which began in the September 2004 issue. His essay collection Joinery and Scrollwork: A Writer’s Workbench was published recently by Quadrant Books. Quadrant June 2014 Story New Morning M or r is L ur ie for Bob Dylan I got ripped off in a movie deal. You don’t want to know. I lived for a year in my car. You do want to know. O.K. It wasn’t a Rolls-Royce. Or one of those campervan numbers either, built-in stove, shower attachment, hot and cold, flip up the table in the back you’ve got yourself a double bed, all the comforts of home. Which I did across Europe in a previous life, France, Germany, everywhere, including when it was still called Yugoslavia, to give you some idea of when, and very nice it all was too, but that’s not the story here. The story here is— Oh. The movie deal? Sure. Sit down. Make yourself comfortable. Coffee? A cigar? I know, mmmmmm, a nice piece Hungarian poppyseed cake, fresh this morning, just baked, you’ve never tasted— O.K., O.K. The movie deal. I’m talking about more than just badly burnt. I’ll give you in a nutshell. I underwrote the demands of a borderline psychotic megalomaniac box office guaranteed superstar who doesn’t even say maybe for less than twenty million which in this case was suddenly forty and that’s my bargain price just for you ho ho, come in, sucker, which I did, acting upon the considered advice of my close friend slash financial advisor accountant who is I understand either fled of the country or in jail. No, no. Let’s be kind. Let’s just say trial pending. Name of Max. Who naturally I wasted no time having him explain to me the full depth and dimension of the mire into which I had been unfortunately and unforeseeably, his shameless words, plunged, the scene of my unseating Max’s full-floor stunning view hiccup-under-heaven glass tower office premises and place of business. Upon which I visited, the minute I was safely distant of the foul building, such a nine/eleven scenario of death and destruction supreme you have no idea, not a single survivor, save for the receptionist, Mrs Frobisher, Nellie, with whom I had always enjoyed a pleasant premeeting chat. Goodbye Max and good-riddance. I drove home. Was I angry? The word is both inadequate and inappropriate, not to now say inapplicable and irrelevant, other matters of larger import already occupying the majority of my mind. “Honey, I’m home!” I called, my key in the front door. I live alone. No wife, no dog. Divorced of the one, bereft of the other, Fritzie, my Quadrant June 2014 97 Story darling dachshund, beloved and buried a year ago next August, impossible to replace. Further, I have never seen the point of a parrot, courted the comfort of a cat. Laptop. Sleeping bag. Toothbrush. A bag was not difficult to pack. From my library of a thousand volumes, fact and fiction, history, reference, established classics, passing crazes, foolish fads, cookbooks, atlases, art, photography, crowded shelves, I plucked out a single book, Huckleberry Finn, the green tuppenny tram ticket that had marked my progress through its pages God only knows the number of years since slid away, come and gone, waiting patiently my return opposite the title page, a lodestar, if you like, the book, a mine, a memory, what a distance one travelled in those days on a tuppenny fare. To reread? To ponder? Or its company sufficient, no need to ask of it more? I stood a last moment by the still open door. Was I anxious? Apprehensive? Ambivalent? Afraid? I pulled the door shut behind me without backward glance. Yes. Of course. You imagine me not human? All of the above. And more. My bag and sleeping bag placed quickly in the boot. My laptop on the seat beside. But you’ll need now I’m sure the exact particulars of my car, my vehicle, to feel it, to see it, make and model, duco, finish, k’s on the clock, when last— No? Not interested? Not the story for you? Please yourself. A Volkswagen. A Peugeot. A nippy little Ford, how’s that? Whatever. I switched on the motor, put it into drive. Two streets, three, turned the corner, left, then right, where it comes out onto the road. And I hadn’t gone any distance, hardly any distance at all, I could hear the gears going through their stages, the gaps in between, the pauses, working up, loosening up, like a runner getting his mind and muscles in condition for the long haul, the peak, the plateau, that smoothness that comes after, that release of boundless energy, limitless, running free, and this thing came over me, this experience, this feeling, how to describe it? it’s not a thing of words, I was suddenly—forget the car, the road, the driving—that little boy again I had once been, that we all were, in my bed at night travelling in the magic dark across deserts, through jungles, swamps and mountains, stormy seas, safe and snug in the land of lions and tigers, fierce natives, earthquakes, arrows and spears, cherished, inviolate, anywhere and everywhere in the world I wanted to be. And then this. 98 Quadrant June 2014 Story I recalled reading how Lindbergh had flown across the Atlantic and been granted audience by Edward, the then English king, and I don’t know if it was the king’s first question or if it came later, but how the plucky aviator had managed his, um, Number Ones was certainly of royal interest, if not outright concern, and I laughed, for there was Lindbergh aloft over bottomless ocean, and me, behind the wheel of my car, going, just going, my feet never firmer upon the ground. The Ballad of the Gangster Paul Kelly Quiet down children and please pay heed to me I’ll tell you about Paul Kelly who was born in Sicily in eighteen hundred and ninety he came to New York town his Five Points Gang took control of the criminal underground. Born Paolo Antonio Vaccarelli he changed his name when he immigrated from Italy pro boxing was his game he took his fighting money and put it into whores ran them in the Bowery and on the docks and shores. Now the Irish gangs were dominant in the New York railway yards the Ducky Boys, Dead Rabbits, Swamp Angels and Roach Guards. Paul Kelly ushered in the rise of mixed-ethnic crews he took them all: Italians Poles Russians and the Jews. He recruited younger gangsters who later gained renown Meyer Lansky, Lucky Luciano, Bugsy Siegel and Al Capone he spent nine months in jail for assault and robbery spoke English French Italian and Spanish fluently. Paul Kelly was well-dressed sophisticated—a learned mind endeared him to the socialites and politicians of the time known as Gentleman Mob Boss on Lower Manhattan streets his Little Naples nightclub was the in-crowd place to meet. Now the dearest rivals to the Five Points Gang to come along were Max Eastman’s Coin Collectors two thousand gunmen strong Max Eastman was a Jewish bouncer and hired thug to boot so a boxing match was arranged to settle their turf dispute. Kelly and Eastman fought it out but it ended in a draw a war broke out that was only settled by intercession of the Law ten long years in Sing Sing forced Max Eastman to retreat which left Paul Kelly undisputed mob boss of the streets. So quiet down now children and please pay heed to me I’ll tell you about Paul Kelly who was born in Sicily in eighteen hundred and ninety he came to New York town his Five Points Gang took control of the criminal underground. Quadrant June 2014 Joe Dolce 99 Story Au Poor L ibby S ommer I t’s twelve years now since the Australian Chinese Daily carried the following item under Local News: “On the lower north shore, a housewife, aged sixtyone, committed suicide on Wednesday night by slitting her wrists and hanging herself.” It’s twelve years since everything changed. It was Tsiang, Au Poor’s daughter, who found her mother’s body. It was Tsiang, my son’s wife, who noticed blood leaking out from under the family’s garage door. May Ling, their two-year-old daughter, was asleep in the house. Tsiang was the one who found her mother hanging by her neck from a rope. I’m worried about Tsiang, I said to a psychologist friend. The anger, the cruel outbursts, her refusal to get help, and, now, the marriage breakdown. The death of her mother is probably still too painful for Tsiang to look at, my friend said. It’s not unusual when a parent suicides for the child to try to repress and silence the feelings. How would you ever recover from something like that? Well, my friend said sadly, I would say one doesn’t recover, but one’s relationship with it can change over time. I knew Tsiang longed to see her mother again in the garden among the orchids and the chokos, in the courtyard sweeping up leaves, at the front door waving goodbye, in the kitchen cooking beside her aproned husband. Au Poor would have turned from the stove, stood there a moment, then brought the boiled eggs and soy sauce to Tsiang in the next room. It was Tsiang’s habit to drop May Ling off to her parents’ house and to eat breakfast there before going to work. That morning, Tsiang was reading the newspaper at the dining table. She looked up and took the bowl of eggs from her mother. Has the changed medication made any difference? she asked. Do you feel any better? I’m just the same, she said. Don’t you know? That counsellor is no comfort. I’ve nothing to tell her. Eat your eggs, Tsiang. You need to eat. I’m just so tired. She died that afternoon. What started me thinking again about the silence surrounding the death of Au Poor, was one day walking my grandson home from school. He mused out loud: I wonder how Au Poor died? Probably cancer, he answered himself. Or old age, he added after a pause. Your grandmother wasn’t that old, I said. I didn’t add any more. I didn’t tell Alexander how hard it had been to find a counsellor who spoke the Hainanese dialect. Eventually, after two visits, the woman had no name for what was wrong with Au Poor. She even said there’d been an improvement. 100 Quadrant June 2014 Story And I didn’t tell Alexander how his grandfather had given Au Poor a talking-to in her coffin: You were silly to think you were causing too much trouble for us all. I asked May Ling why her grandmother had been called Au Poor, meaning the grandmother on the father’s side, when she was actually May Ling’s grandmother on her mother’s side. May Ling said, Maybe because Au Gung (grandfather) didn’t have any sons. I said that perhaps their two other children, the ones who had died a long time ago, back in China, before May Ling’s mother and her sister were born, were sons. No, May Ling said. They were girls. Do you know how old they were when they died? I asked. I don’t know, she said. May Ling and my son were sitting on his half of the family settee. They were reading their books. They looked up and frowned at me. They were upset in case young Alexander had heard the questions I’d asked. They shook their heads at me. No, they didn’t know anything. Everyone remembers her in their own way, my son said. Leave it be. You were only two years old when Au Poor died, I said to May Ling. I remember the next day when Mum and Dad asked me to come over and take you for a walk in the stroller. I remember when we got back to Au Poor and Au Gung’s house, you mimicked people crying. You couldn’t talk yet, but you mimed with your face what was going on inside the house. I wasn’t invited in, so I dropped you off at the front door. I don’t remember, she said. Au Poor looked after you every day while Mum and Dad were at work. What do you remember of her? I don’t remember anything. from Multum in Parvo III The Preface Rhina’s esteem in time of drought? Devoutly to be wished for, much like Montana’s cutthroat trout, devoutly to be fished for. Puppy Catastrophe Who woulda thunk that ditch hid a skunk? Graham at 95 The Reverend Billy Graham says we near the end of time, and reaching for a rhyme I am predicting mayhem. Tim Murphy Quadrant June 2014 101 Story Arazou Paul G r egur ic T he two-storeyed building of mottled red brickwork, windows dappled with morning sunlight, stood close to the road. There was a narrow garden of acacia trees with their intense lime-green leaves, and the bushes of forsythia with their yellow flowers grew along a blue paling fence, jagged like the teeth of some beast. The school catered for girls of the district—the neighbouring working-class and housing commission suburbs—the many daughters of immigrants and some refugees, the labourers and shopkeepers, cleaners, security guards, bus drivers, railwaymen and taxi drivers. And now the girls were streaming along the footpath and through the gates, white blouses for the juniors, blue tunics for the seniors, all with knee-length tartan skirts and some with blue headscarves. Znnnng! went the bell. The serpentine of chatter along the street quickened its pace to be inside the school grounds in time. A white-haired woman screeched the gate shut and rattled the chains to padlock girls in for the day, and keep the stragglers out to face reprimands for “lateness”. Arazou was straggling behind the others. This may have been because school was an interruption to her real world, her inner life. She was not interested in being instructed on how to look at contour lines on a map to judge the steepness of a hill. She stopped walking and considered turning around and walking home. Her mother and father were not in the house because they were at work in the take-away shop. She could stay home all day, or she could go into town. No. If the police see you on the streets in school uniform during the day they question you and drive you back to school. She should go home. But she would still be marked absent on the rolls. Eventually her father would find out. There would be shouting and recriminations and threats. Better keep walking then. The autumn morning was suffused with the sunshine that glittered in her tresses of jet-black hair. The chatter in the street grew quieter as the school filled. Nearly a thousand girls had arrived. Arazou had seen the gate closing and rushed at it, only to be refused entry by the old woman, so Arazou snorted and made her way over to the front steps, through the visitors’ entrance doorway, across the parquet floor inlaid with the school crest, past two female mannequins wearing full school uniforms, the knee-length blue tartan skirts, but one mannequin wore a blue shirt with a tie around its neck, the other was in a white shirt. Both wore the school cap. I saw Arazou pace down the corridor lined on one side with fifty-yearold wooden lockers, the other with framed certificates and artworks, mainly papiermache smiling cats and black-and-white framed photographs of buildings. To her, all rubbish. Arazou, like all young girls, contained an animating spirit that has become aware that it inhabits a human form, and wants to celebrate this experience. This is why, for 102 Quadrant June 2014 Story example, they create elaborate dances and play pointless games such as leapfrog and skipping. So now, even though the first bell had already rung, there were half a dozen twelve-year-olds on the asphalt twirling a long skipping rope. They were chanting, “Apples on a stick, make me sick, make my heart go two-forty-six, not because I’m dirty, not because I’m clean, not because I kissed a boy, behind a magazine ...” Arazou, probably thinking this an incredibly stupid song, did not go around the skippers, but walked into the middle of them, causing them to stop skipping in disbelief at the audacity of this older girl, who simply kicked at their rope as it hit against her white socks. And away she went, leaving them staring belligerently after her. She stood at the open door of the classroom. Everyone was already seated and with their books out. “Why are you late, Arazou?” asked the teacher, who had an American Civil War drooping moustache and the sad eyes of failure. “Have you marked the roll?” asked Arazou. “Yes. Hurry up and sit down,” he said, corrected his roll book with a pen, and muttered to himself, “Arazou, that means ‘wishful thinking’ in Persian ... How do I know that? That’s what happens when you teach these girls.” Arazou looked around the room before finding a seat. Her peers, as usual, were along the back row. She took her place amongst them. The teacher knew them well. There was Sarah, notoriously lazy, whose mother had died a year ago, but who still spoke of her every day as if she were alive, and there was Zaynab with her round face and emerald eyes and quick temper under the tight blue scarf, and there was Yasmina, tall and mostly silent, and possibly the leader of the little group. Arazou unzipped her knapsack and laid out her things: pencil case, striped exercise book and little black satchel. She ignored the lesson that was going on around her, instead sharpened coloured pencils, scraped the shavings aside with her hand, drew shapes, coloured and cross-hatched, shaped words, all the while with her lips sometimes puckered in concentration, or her head tilted back in consideration of her work. Zip went the little satchel, and out came the little pots and brushes and tubes, the plastic box snapped open and was full of circles of colours, a miniature mirror inside the lid. Then she twisted open one pot, twirled the pink powder onto a brush then onto her cheeks, chin and forehead, then a pot of crimson was opened and brushed over the apples of her cheeks, then a shade of plum was rubbed onto one then the other eyelid, all the time she was stealing glances at the mirror and puckering her Levantine lips. The teacher had, in the previous term, nearly eliminated the habit of girls spraying deodorant all over their clothes spasmodically during class. Deodorant, he hectored, was for skin, not clothes, it can cause harm to asthmatics, and besides, this was a classroom not a bathroom. The girls’ concession to this, to their ears, obvious nonsense, was to slip out into the corridor. The sound of spraying would then be heard. Now he was faced with the distraction of Arazou and her elaborate make-up ritual. It could catch on, although he knew her friends in the class, those three, were forbidden to wear make-up, at least to the Hesperian extent that she was now sporting. “Arazou, put away your make-up,” he said, gently. “Why can’t you leave me alone?” she replied with fury. “I won’t tell you a third time. Stop putting on make-up.” “Ahgh!” cried the maenad. She swept the collection with her elbow into a jumble to the corner of her desk. Each object was then placed gingerly on the floor. The teacher walked to Arazou between the rows of the now mostly quiet onlookers. At fourteen they were still Quadrant June 2014 103 Story learning how to navigate a new event. This morning it was the novelty of being told to put away make-up. The teacher picked up Arazou’s exercise book and looked at the swirls and codes of a love talisman, or something. “You were meant to be drawing and labelling a diagram of an atom.” “How can I draw one if I’ve never seen one?” “There’s one already drawn for you on the whiteboard,” the teacher explained. Arazou drummed on the table with her fingers and gazed into the distance. “Okay, you can go away now,” she said. He paused, looking down at her, deliberating about something. An unexpected silence ensued in the room. Then he returned to his desk. The classroom returned to its usual noisiness and remained so until the bell signalled recess. The girls rose from their seats, packed their things away while standing, and fled out the door. The teacher went around the class pushing chairs in and collecting bits of discarded paper, tossing them into the bin near the door. There on the floor was a black bag. What was that? Who was sitting there? Ah, that was Arazou’s make-up kit. He scooped it from under the chair and walked it back to his desk and placed it on his chronicle, a thick red-covered book. He would return it to her on the way to the staffroom. The girls always sat in the same areas of the playground and after a while everyone knew which group sat where. He held the chronicle in one hand as a tray for the little kit, pulled the door shut and made his way down the corridor. Junior girls sat on the floor along the corridor cross-legged or splayed in his path. He stepped over feet. “Nice make-up bag sir,” said one of the reclining girls. Out into the sun and into the back garden of the playground. The garden was enclosed by a neatly trimmed murraya hedge and the grassed area had a small gazebo, benches, a square of paving stones and a bird bath. Sarah and her group were sitting at one of the benches talking all the while, beneath an ironbark eucalyptus with its dark furrowed trunk and overhanging branches, and a majestically tall ghost gum, its cream-coloured bark scratched to human height with messages of love. A raven with its jet sheen, fan tail and little white eyes hopped along the grass to find a morsel, which it did. From the branches of the trees emanated a din: warbling, whistles and caw-caws, then a medley of squawks as a pair of magpies swooped down to the raven and attacked, both in turn striking it with a click of feathers as it ascended, with its piece of food, pursued its two assailants, wings flapping, whoosh, whoosh. Then there was a cacophony from the low hanging branches of the ironbark tree. Meanwhile, the teacher had just stepped into the garden area as a rosella emerged from that tree. The bird had a bright green body, red head and yellow cheeks. The teacher said to himself, “Platycercus, you can tell by the colours ...” From somewhere in the garden a girl screamed. Two girls in headscarves were dragging one of the school uniform mannequins across the grass. It was the mannequin in the white shirt. It wasn’t wearing its cap and had long black hair. Its arms were pulled along by the two girls, one of them quite tall. The mannequin’s legs were writhing and when its skirt drew up it was wearing black underwear. It screamed like a wildcat. The girls, now recognisable as Zaynab and Yasmina, pulled the mannequin upright. It broke one arm free and tore at Yasmina’s headscarf. The blue scarf fluttered to the ground. We all saw that she tied her hair in a bun. The enraged Yasmina yanked at the mannequin’s arm to punish it. A third girl, it was Sarah, walked towards the captured creature holding the green garden hose, which the groundsman kept coiled near the tap. The water squirted in an arc along the lawn as Sarah approached the struggling creature then sprayed water into its face, which turned hopelessly this way and that. Its make-up washed into a grotesque mask, the girl was released, but instead of running from the three she ran, 104 Quadrant June 2014 Story bent forward, lunged at a long tree branch that lay under the ironbark, grabbed it and swung it horizontally back and forth at the three as they ran from her. Then she dropped the branch in desperation, burst into tears, and marched at double pace to the toilet block. The teacher called after her, “Arazou!” But she ignored him and disappeared into the open doorway of the grim brick building, which is where girls like to cry in the mirror. She did not come to school for the rest of the week. Marilyn’s Coat To look less like a gypsy, the advice has been given to wear other than lace-up shoes and to ditch the handbag. Have you brown shoes? A brown handbag to match? The handbag is chosen for convenience. The shoes for comfortable walking, Don’t look like a bag lady was the thought behind the sisterly rebuke. True, the coat’s an artwork; is enormous, glamorous, creatively patch-worked with tassels, gilt and random buttons, scattered. It has been immortalised by its portrait displayed on the National Gallery’s website in one year of Portia Geech’s famous exhibition; with me as Marilyn-mannequin wearing fantasized white high-heeled shoes standing between two potted pink spotted plants. The artist, portrait painter Laurie Paul, since deceased, spent time creating her version of Marilyn’s Coat; and the Marilyn, inside the coat, had all the features of familial likenesses inherent in the facial expressions of cousins galore. I’ve not given up living up to it; I’m not sure she’s me. I’m trying to be worthy of the coat; by wearing it in gravitas for the label. It is not, as first suggested, a brown coat. It is an Over-the-Top coat and it floats my boat. Quadrant June 2014 Marilyn Peck 105 Books B r i a n D ethr idge Ultimate Questions The Universe Within by Neil Turok Allen & Unwin, 2013, 304 pages, $27.99 T he title of this book is misleading. It is not a New Age manual. It is about the history and currency of ideas in the discipline of cosmology. Neil Turok is a noted physicist and cosmologist who first presented the contents of this book as the Massey Lectures for the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation in 2012. Born in South Africa in 1964 of politically dissident parents, Turok was educated in East Africa (as a refugee) and later in the UK as a physicist at Cambridge. He researched at Einstein’s university, Princeton in New Jersey, and now researches and teaches in the Perimeter Institute in Toronto— an institute set up to further the study of science amongst young Africans. He explicitly states that the answer to the world’s ills is in science, its methods, its working hypotheses, and its accumulated set of theories, always to be regarded as work in progress. We should never be certain about anything, he says. We look for beautiful and elegant mathematical hypotheses and then test them to destruction. (Karl Popper comes to mind.) His view of causality is Humean: “A causes B” means that when A occurs, B will occur too, either contemporaneously or subsequently. Cause is constant conjunction. Like Hume, he sees nothing wrong with the idea of an infinite and self-explanatory chain of causes. As regards the development of a scientific cosmology, Turok tells a familiar story nowadays, as do (for example) Paul Davies, Richard Feynman, Steven Weinberg, Alan Guth and Lawrence Krauss. All are cosmology practitioners. They all tell it well, and so does he, perhaps assuming a high-school familiarity with physics. The Greeks, Copernicus, Kepler, Galileo, Newton, Wright, Faraday, Maxwell, Einstein, Hubble, Bohr, Dirac, Penzias, Wilson and Hoyle all get a mention. About the Church’s handling of Galileo he is scathing. He sees the issue as epistemological, empiricism versus dogma, as well he might (this Catholic reviewer concedes). 106 Turok shows how all of these scientists contributed to the construction of our current “Standard Model of the Universe”. This hypothecates a “Big Bang”, a beginning to the universe as an atom-sized pinpoint of intense energy, temperature 1032 Kelvin, which underwent a short (10-35 seconds) period of exponential growth or “inflation” involving 100 doublings and redoublings in size, a growth by a factor of 2100, all of 13.7 billion years ago. This was followed by a cooling, accompanied by the formation of a soup of protons, antiprotons, positrons and electrons, With further cooling about 380,000 years into the lifetime of this ball of energy, there followed the marriage of protons and electrons into hydrogen atoms, the clumping of these simple atoms into more complex ones, deuterium, helium and lithium, and the perhaps simultaneous clumping of these atoms into dust, into stars, and into galaxies. Within these stars further more complicated atoms ultimately conducive to life were synthesised and spat out. The solar system dates to about 4 billion years ago. There is considerable mutual reinforcement (says Turok) between what is known of sub-atomic and atomic behaviour (much of it via the CERN Large Hadron Collider at Basle) and what we can reconstruct of the early development of space-time itself, galaxies and stars. (The keys to this reconstruction are Einstein’s General Theory of Relativity and Hubble’s Law, which I shall not elaborate on.) Turok’s presentation of the Standard Model is a solid riposte to anyone tempted to subscribe to the postmodern thesis of the relativity of truth. He makes it perfectly clear how knowledge is cumulative and empowering, if occasionally subject to upheaval. Newton’s and Maxwell’s theories of gravity and electromagnetics are given clear and extensive treatment in themselves and in their consequences: humanity’s power to travel in space, generate power, propagate and receive radio television and computer files, use X-rays and compute. Twentieth-century theory (such as relativity and quantum theory) has continued to open doors (global positioning, magnetic resonance imaging, radar). Much of this is presented in a chapter justly titled “Magic that Works”. His main point, however, is the strong mutual reinforcement of astronomical data with sub-atomic physics and chemistry to give a reliable picture of the history of the universe. This certainly is remarkable. Does this mean that the universe suddenly materialised out of nothing 13.7 billion years ago? Turok’s answer is indirect. He posits an eternal pulsating universe, but somewhat half-heartedly. He asks other questions: Why did the universe emerge from the big bang with a set of physical laws that gave rise to heavy Quadrant June 2014 Books elements and allowed complex chemistry? How and why did consciousness emerge? Technology is full of promise. Are these capabilities purely accidental? Or are we the door-openers to the future? Might we be the means for the universe to become conscious of itself? Turok toys with some of the answers that are offered by many cosmologists at this point, including Teilhard de Chardin, about whom he is respectful but non-committal. He considers the parallel-universes hypothesis and the successive-universes hypothesis. Both of these postulate the existence of a possible infinitude of universes, either “parallel” in space or successive in time, usually but not always having a naturalistic genesis from a prior universe, with each universe possessing a unique set of those constants of nature—the speed of light, Newton’s gravitational constant, the charge and mass of protons and electrons, Hubble’s constant and so on—that have the power to determine the evolutionary existence or non-existence of sentient beings. The attraction of these is, (a) they are eternal; (b) they explain why conditions are just right in our universe for the engenderment of sentient beings without resort to thoughts of Intelligent Design, or teleology; (c) they can sometimes be explained in terms of a mathematical theory already used in the sub-sub-atomic realm known as string theory, or (later) M-theory. These lines of argument are very popular with the writers named above. T urok has put forward a theory of his own of this kind, about a universe that “big-bangs” and expands, then re-collapses under gravity, and then “big-bangs” again after billions of years, with slightly different values of G, c, e, H and so on. (We live in the one naturally conducive to our existence. There have been squillions of duds before this.) But in this book, perhaps with a different audience in view, Turok is not completely happy with it: The mainstreaming of grand unification and string theory, and the sheer pressure it created to force a realistic model out of incomplete theoretical frameworks so far has been dissatisfying … [The question is] … “Who are we in the end?” (Grand unification theory combines sub-atomic or particle physics with the genesis of the universe as determined by astronomy.) In his final chapter, “The Opportunity of All Time”, Turok attempts to link his theme so far with a vision of personal and social betterment. He acknowledges that there is a horizon ahead in time and in investigation, beyond which is a great unknown, and which the human community will confront, as Einstein said, “in its own good time”. On the multiverse he makes his final judgment: String theory’s lack of a definite prediction of the vacuum energy, combined with the puzzling observation that the vacuum energy takes a tiny positive value, has encouraged many scientists to embrace what seems to many of us like an unscientific explanation: that every one of these universes is possible, but the one we find ourselves in is the only one which allows us to exist. Sadly this idea is at best a rationalisation. It is hard to imagine a less elegant or convincing explanation of our own beautiful world than to invent a near-infinite number of unobservable worlds and to say that, for some reason we cannot understand or quantify, ours was “chosen” to exist from among them. (Vacuum energy is the hypothecated source of the energy necessary for the inflation of a new universe to occur.) Turok has a brief flirtation with the idea mooted by some that our universe is a virtual universe in the computers of some super civilisation somewhere: “The future battle for survival will be to program or be programmed.” There are other otherwise estimable theoretical physicists such as Paul Davies who take this sort of talk seriously too. But Turok is marking time here— or perhaps accommodating himself to the promptings of a CBC producer? Turok’s final conclusion is at odds with this temptation to super-speculate: “Science’s greatest lesson [is that] for the purpose of advancing our knowledge it is extremely important to doubt constantly and to live with uncertainty.” In general I think it fair to say that Turok prefers to have no answer to the question of origins and purpose of the universe. Is The Universe Within worth reading? It sometimes shows evidence of re-thinking from chapter to chapter, as in the matter of the multiverse. But it tells a sequential and accessible story about the main developments in physics and cosmology from the Greeks up until today. It provides some context for mysterious things we have all heard of, such as string theory and dark energy. It is clear-headed, humble, humane, in the best sense questioning and inquisitive, open to the future, conscious of the social responsibility of science, convinced of the centrality of science in education. I recommend it. Brian Dethridge lives in Melbourne. Quadrant June 2014 107 Books R obert M ur r ay Farmers Went a-Wooing The British: A Genetic Journey by Alistair Moffat Birlinn, 2013, 288 pages, $39.99 The Scots: A Genetic Journey by Alistair Moffat & James F. Wilson Birlinn, 2012, 256 pages, $29.99 H istory, or more often pre-history, starts to seem more like astronomy or merchant banking when you get into the thousands of years. These two racily written books are a progress report on British—and occasionally Irish—prehistory and the dawn of written history, when documentation was still very scarce. They go back many thousands of years to the earliest human habitation there and take it through to Norman times a mere one thousand years ago, after which there was more—though still inadequate—recording. Acting like over-burden cut from an underground coal seam, DNA testing and archaeology, with help from linguistic analysis, have in the past generation uncovered a vast amount of information about these distant times. Presumably much more will be found as the work continues. As often with mining, the early work uncovered rich seams and Alistair Moffat’s books mainly add detail to the research reported around the beginning of this century. Two of his important points are that the arrival of farming in Britain about 6000 years ago involved a wave of immigrants from the European continent; and the male newcomers made a grossly disproportionate contribution to the population—because conquering men helped themselves to the local women. The earliest Britons were hunter-gatherers, like the pre-contact Australian Aborigines. Early writers on the pre-historic past usually assumed, without much evidence, that a new wave, probably quite large, of invaders introduced the islands to agriculture, which had begun in the Middle East perhaps 5000 years previously. More recent work based on DNA and archaeology has questioned this assumption, because the mitochondrial DNA based on genetic inheritance through the female line showed a very large proportion of the population to be descended from the hunter-gatherers. Researchers wondered whether farming techniques had come through one society copying from neighbours or from more 108 vague osmosis. Moffat, working as well with Y-chromosome DNA recording the male line, suggests the explanation is that the farming immigrants were mostly young single men, who set about wooing or otherwise match-making with the local women. He reports a male DNA marker representing a genetic stream that appears to have originated in what is now Iraq, the likely birthplace of agriculture. The carriers of this marker appear to have moved westwards over thousands of years, taking the techniques with them but diluting their lineage through the women. He describes as “gene surfing” the process of a new wave of men spreading their DNA far into the existing population. The all-time star human breeder is regarded as Genghis Khan, who today has an estimated 16 million descendants, but tradition names some startlingly fecund Celtic heroes too. Agriculture also brought a very rapid increase in populations. This is because babies born into a predominantly meat-eating culture had to be breast-fed for several years until their teeth were strong enough to eat with the adults. Breast-feeding mothers are usually unable to conceive. The arrival of animal milk and grain, however, meant the arrival of mush or porridge and thus radically earlier weaning and in turn much larger families. The generally better diet also meant longer lives for both mothers and babies. A population “explosion” followed, Moffat says. These limitations of hunter-gatherer life also explain the slow growth of the population of Australia, which was still less than a million in 1788 after something like 60,000 years in this country. There is also similarity where a new, more modern culture that used the land more intensively arrived, with faster expansion of the mixed race than the original people. Genetic blending in early colonial Australia was a mixture of customary, voluntary and violent. History cannot easily untangle the proportions, though the indigenous Australian custom of lending women to newcomers in return for gifts was important. Moffat sees, much like here, some violent conflict but also a lot of apparently peaceful settlement and integration between the cultures. After thousands of years in Britain the hunter-gatherers were roaming less and occupying fixed areas of land by custom, much like our indigenous people. Moffat sees Homo sapiens (modern humans) setting foot in Britain, in south-western England, as early as 40,000 years ago, soon after Homo sapiens first entered Europe. Neanderthal people were probably there 20,000 years before that. Both were in very small numbers,. The most severe part of the Ice Age then drove Quadrant June 2014 Books people out again. Homo sapiens did not return until about 14,500 years ago, when the Ice Age began to lift. Numbers remained tiny and the climate unstable, but when weather more like modern weather arrived perhaps 10,000 years ago the main forebears of the British flowed in. First came the hardy souls who had sheltered during the high Ice Age in caves in the Pyrenees, in southern France and adjoining Spain. They followed their reindeer prey north as the ice gave way to a vast grassy plain. More people then followed from wider areas of France and Spain and from Doggerland, the subcontinent that the North Sea submerged as fastmelting ice sent sea levels rising. Today it is better known as the fish-rich Dogger Bank. Knowledge of ancient Doggerland has increased enormously over the past eighty years. When the Roman conquerors arrived 2000 years ago—5000 years after the waves covered Doggerland—a fairly continuous culture stretched from about the future Paris to around Rotterdam and across to Bristol. The continental section was what the Romans called northern Gaul or Belgica. They classed the English tribes as Belgae; some apparently were recently-arrived boat people. The inhabitants were, as they still are on both sides of the Channel, a French-German genetic mix, to put it very simply. Moffat says the slender evidence points to them speaking a Celtic language. Other historians think Frisian more likely. Still spoken in the far north of the Netherlands and adjoining Germany, Frisian is the language nearest our own. In those distant days when sea communications were easier than on land, south-western England and Wales were culturally closer to Atlantic France, particularly Brittany but also Spain and Portugal. Ancient Ireland had similar, but more distant links there. The treacherous waters of the Bay of Biscay were a factor, Moffat says. He sees the earliest arrivals from the Pyrenean caves speaking a distinctive Basque language, akin to that still spoken there. The farmers brought the Welsh and Irish versions of Gaelic. The Angles, Saxons and similar tribes from Germany, who invaded around 1700 years ago, mostly after the Romans departed, established their dominance much as earlier invaders had done— mostly single young men in moderate numbers mating fruitfully with British women. The same went for the Vikings, two or three hundred years later. In The Scots: A Genetic Journey, Moffat covers much similar ground but more specifically directed at Scotland. Briefly, he says the Scots were less genetically different from the English than people at a Burns night would like to think, other than for the more distinctively Irish admixture in the west. Robert Murray is the author of The Making of Australia: A Concise History, which was reviewed in the May issue. Schooled I have yet to meet a stripper who didn’t think all men pigs. I have yet to meet a thief who didn’t think all were thieves. I have yet to meet a copper who didn’t think all were crooks. I have yet to meet a liar who didn’t think all were false. I have yet to meet a cheater who was capable of trust. And I have yet to meet a teacher who didn’t start to tell me, from the moment that they met me, just how much they had to teach me. Quadrant June 2014 Brad Jackel 109 P eter R ya n Mary Reibey’s Newel Post M any visitors to the Ryan living room, going back to the early 1960s, would have noticed, conspicuous in a corner of the floor, a heavily weathered piece of dark brown old timber—perhaps a small bit of firewood dropped on its way to the grate? It was about fifteen inches long, and squared off to about four or five inches, and might have been the top of an old fence post, cut into handy lengths to serve the family finally against a winter’s cold. Closer inspection showed it to be something slightly more elaborate. Over a hundred years ago, a skilful saw had created a flourish of thirteen symmetrical facets at one end, rather like a cut jewel. This, clearly, had been a newel post (Old French: nouel, knob), either the topmost or lowest support post of a stairway. But it was a very special newel post indeed, from an impeccable pedigree of distinction stretching back to Australia’s earliest settlement and convict transportation. Back, one might almost say, to 1792, when a juvenile criminal named Mary Haydock landed in Sydney to begin her seven-year sentence. Her crime, back in Lancashire, had been to steal a horse. She was then thirteen, and had been disguised as a boy at the time of the offence. Mary’s case was one where the often cruel and futile convict system both redeemed the transported wretch and also yielded society a valuable ultimate benefit. After brief service as a nursemaid in the household of one of the Rum Corps officers, Mary married a smart and lively Irishman, a free man and experienced businessman, through his earlier employment with the East India Company in Calcutta. What a partnership began that day! When Tom Reibey died in 1811, it had produced seven capable children and a series of thriving business concerns. They ranged from farms in the Hawkesbury valley to seal hunting in Bass Strait, land development in Sydney Town, a well-managed pub, and a fleet of small sailing ships like a miniature merchant 110 shipping line. Mary, who was now running the hotel and all the other businesses ashore, was well up to dealing with the notoriously tough and tricky Yankee, Chinese and Indian skippers who were her competitors afloat. Before long, this indefatigable woman was spending generous portions of her time and her money on the public good: on charities such as the hospital, on education and schools, and on the work of the churches. Anglican Bishop Broughton regarded her highly. Governor Macquarie was happy to receive her freely at Government House. If you, reader, have an Australian twenty-dollar banknote handy in your wallet, fish it out now, and study the likeness engraved there: a direct, firm and open face, I think it, behind the low-worn, round, metal-framed spectacles, and beneath its period lace cap. Apart from her dignified city mansion, Mary Reibey also had a house out in the sticks at Hunters Hill. An unpretentious cottage with a corrugated iron roof, it was her “retreat”, a place to put her feet up. In those times, Hunters Hill was usually reached from Sydney Town by boat across the water. Several other houses, far grander than Mary’s, lay scattered in this quiet stretch of bush and shoreline. Alas, in 1948, the state government set its doom on all that bucolic seclusion. It announced that the long-discussed North-Western Expressway would be built clean through it. This monster-work would require extensive earthmoving and civil works, with major bridges at Gladesville and Figtree. Redoubtable campaigning by the National Trust, all the way up to the High Court, held back the jackhammers for twelve years, but by 1960 the jig was up. In Melbourne, where I lived, concern about this apparently relentless advance of the bulldozers and the disappearance of important local history was less immediate than in Sydney. But I had by chance to make a visit north on business, and was confident that I would learn more there. Never was confidence Quadrant June 2014 Mary Reibey’s Newel Post better founded! Within ten minutes of checking to the corner of Spring Street, where Victoria’s in to my Sydney hotel, my old friend Cyril Pearl majestic Parliament House stood grandly just over was on the phone: “Doctor Ryan! Since I hear that the road. Most of the intervening street front we happy chance brings you now to the spot, would would have to traverse was occupied by the very you consent to join me in a modest private project grand high-colonial period White Hart Hotel. We touching the fame of that truly great early citizen, found that while we had lunched, all unsuspecting, Mary Reibey?” the wrecker’s men had started work on the old “Yes, Cyril. What about lunch tomorrow?” White Hart, and had already reduced the handsome Cyril Altson Pearl (1904–87) was a remarkable ground floor bar—all massive mahogany counters, Australian. Fifteen years an editor of daily polished cedar joinery, gleaming brasswork and newspapers and national magazines for the elaborate glass—to a shattered shambles of shards formidable (and occasionally absurd) Sir Frank and splinters. But through the choking clouds of Packer (progenitor of Kerry); author of some twenty- dust we could see four tall cedar, glass-panelled five published books; gentleman, larrikin, scholar, doors, apparently unharmed and propped against tease, stirrer, historian, poet and man of courage. the wall. These we bought for a trifling five pounds, As his friend of fifty years, it is but we took the precaution of pleasing for me to say that Pearl’s getting a proper receipt from the entry in Volume 18 of the Australian new owners, the Windsor Hotel, e were forever Dictionary of Biography is “spot on”; nearby. retailing to visitors— Patrick Buckridge (not known to With two doors each, Cyril as Cyril foresaw we and I had our relic of the fine and me) depicts all Cyril’s sparkling qualities with a sure touch. famous White Hart Hotel. He later would be—the tale moved Cyril believed in the power of back to live again in Sydney, of their acquisition, where I noticed that his White relics. Not in the religious sense that, say a nail from the True Cross, and the moral story Hart doors were safely hung in his or an authentic chip from it, might vintage colonial house in Ferdinand that lay in their embody in itself some immanent Street, Hunters Hill. Back in power actually to affect the course Victoria, my doors were positioned background—a of events happening in the world relation which might to become the closures of two before our eyes. Nothing so tranmain passageways, highly visible scendental. But Cyril thought it have tempted the pen and much in use. We were forever would be a good thing if we were of Gibbon himself. retailing to visitors—as Cyril more generally inclined to collect foresaw we would be—the tale of and to display all sorts of objects, their acquisition, and the moral sometimes quite commonplace things in them- story that lay in their background—a relation which selves, but which had connections with interesting might have tempted the pen of Gibbon himself. historical persons or events. The great historian often proclaimed the inevitable On ready view on all our mantelpieces, hall conjunction between corruption and democratic tables and hearths, they would inevitably be forms of government—that you can’t have one discussed; new facts would emerge, errors would without the other. That sardonic mind could be exposed. There would certainly (he hoped above hardly have resisted the temptation to describe the all) be arguments. The grassroots grasp by ordinary scenes that followed the safe passage in Victoria’s citizens of their own history would be immensely parliament of—say—a lands bill for which the strengthened. Too-facile acceptance of the clever squatters had bribed honourable members for their books written by the clever people in university votes. Those members who had so obliged would history departments would attract sterner scrutiny later put on their hats and troop down the lofty before being swallowed whole. steps of Parliament House, across Spring Street Cyril cherished no grand delusion that some and into the bar of the White Hart. There, upon lone, late intervention by him might avert the North- the shiny mahogany counter, would lie the bags of Western Expressway. But he had no private relic of gold coin, from which the bagmen would count out Mary Reibey or of her cottage, and he wanted one. sovereigns into grubby parliamentary hands. He recalled to me another “relic operation” Our newel post, so fully described already, says which he and I had shared years before, when he all that is necessary about the results achieved after too lived in Melbourne. One day, after lunch at the the several reconnaissance visits Cyril and I made Italian Society Restaurant, near the top of Bourke in 1960 to the now-desolate site of Mary Reibey’s Street, we turned right to walk the short distance cottage. Our family is now raising our relic’s dignity W Quadrant June 2014 111 Mary Reibey’s Newel Post and identity by affixing a discreet metal plate setting out its provenance. Brass, silver, bronze? is a hot topic at this moment. Cyril’s role is recognised. Meanwhile, in quiet moments, I ponder the general validity and the utility of Cyril’s doctrine of private relics. There is little doubt that the quality and depth of our social context would gain, and would gain today even more than in Cyril’s day. The gee-whiz nature of modern instant-and-everywhere communications progressively leaches warmth, depth, subtlety and wonder from human relations. Cyril’s private relics might well do a little—I make no exorbitant claims—to slow the awful dehumanisation of our world, perfectly described by our great poet Alec Hope as a place where we are all “drawing closer and closer apart”. Woolshed Wedding The muted silver corrugated iron shed is ample; its window rims painted burnt burgundy. Inside, the spine for the shearers’ combs waits below rafters decked with strings of small white lights. Structural columns are tree trunks, split or trimmed; the wooden walls are hung with rusted farming tools horse regalia, stencils for absent wool bales newspaper cuttings from two centuries past. Outside the back wall are weathered grey mustering pens; nearby, sheep and cattle sparsely graze the fields to the dam lined with trees and home for ducks and coot. Mother waits at the shed, while in Braidwood town, the bride and father pass the butchers shop that bears their surname. A clydesdale drafthorse cross nobly draws their shiny black open carriage with polished lamps and gold trim; steered with leather harnesses through silver rings. Buildings the party passes are traditional and well maintained sandstone or old brick. Clusters have been rendered and painted subtle colours. Shop fronts dot the main highway from coast to city and glean the passing trade. Slowly the horse trots along side roads past paddocks lush from recent rain, towards the congregation that stands in an arena rimmed by granite boulders and giant rusted machines that had plowed and planted, harvested and bailed hay. On lawn rough from former farming the unselfconscious crowd waits, young and old, family and friends wearing cheerful clothes in diverse styles. Toddlers cling to parents, one mother lingers metres away from her newborn held by her husband. The celebrant stands before a long rusted bench of former farm machine decked with rustic flowers that sprout from preserving jars. 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