The Anzacs: We are finally remembering them

Three years ago I attended my first Anzac dawn service, just outside the Roseville Memorial Club in Sydney’s leafy North Shore. The service commemorated the Diggers who were killed in Gallipoli in 1915 – a World War I disaster that was called a “magnificent defeat” because of the bravery displayed by Australian and New Zealand soldiers (the Anzacs).
This is part of what I wrote then (you can read the original here:
“And that’s why we gather in thousands around war memorials around the country for dawn services and marches to remember our fallen heroes. In Sydney, they cheered as the Old Diggers, decreasing in number, marched, or were carried down George Street during the parade.
“Forty years ago, when I experienced my first Anzac Day, I thought it was all about two-up and drinking beer and having a day off, remembering a tragic loss in Gallipoli. Now I know it’s like Armistice Day, but even better. We celebrate the bravery of the Diggers who climbed out of their trenches to face almost certain death against equally gallant Turkish forces.
“Gallipoli has become a pilgrimage for Australians of all ages, and even Prime Minister Gillard, embroiled in political troubles back home, had no hesitation in making her first trip to the site, joining thousands of her fellow countrymen and women in paying homage to the Diggers. Gallipoli was ‘a place hallowed by sacrifice and loss,’ she said, but also ‘a place shining with honour, and honour of the most vivid kind,’ and ‘a place where foes met in equality and respect and attained a certain nobility through their character and conduct.’
“When I first heard the Ode of Remembrance in an RSL club in Sydney 4 decades ago, and the lights were dimmed and all eyes turned toward the Illuminated Cross (it could have been a Memorial Flame), I wondered what was going on. The Ode was impressive, even then:
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

“And when everybody around me repeated: ‘We will remember them,’ and then ‘Lest we forget,’ I knew it was a solemn ritual I’d hear again and again. I did, and it never fails to move me or others who repeat those words. I heard them this morning outside the Roseville Memorial Club on Sydney’s North Shore, surrounded by around 350 people, again of all ages, paying tribute to veterans who fought and died for Australia in all our wars. Near the end of the service, the club president recited lines from the poem, For the Fallen, from which The Ode is taken, before the sounding of the Last Post:
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

“It was a dawn service in the dark, but the light of our brave Diggers shone in the darkness. Lest we forget.”
Well, that was three years ago, and on this morning, the 100th anniversary of Gallipoli, outside the club there were at least 2000 people, or nearly six times as many as 2012. At the War Memorial in Canberra, 120,000 turned out for the dawn service, three times as many as the 37,000 who showed up last year (photo at the top of this post). It’s taken 100 years but we are remembering them — in record numbers.
For the quiet suburb of Roseville, it was a huge crowd, spilling onto the footpaths, and all I could see were the backs of people’s heads (poor quality photo below, my only excuse is that it was dark), but it was still a moving tribute.
I knew there would be a big rollup as there was a lot of traffic at 4.30am as I walked the kilometre or so to the club in the dark. Then as I reached the Pacific Highway and the Roseville train station at 5am, there were scores of people crossing the road. The closest I could get to the speakers and singers was the front door of the club, and I stood on a little wall surrounding the garden.
There were the usual speeches, Bible readings, hymns like Abide with Me, Amazing Grace and Advance Australia Fair, sung by the Gordon group from the Sing Australia choir, the laying of wreaths by club directors, local politicians, school principals and community groups. But when the club secretary Chris Walsh read the Ode, and had us repeat the words — “We will remember them. Lest we forget” — I could feel the shivers down my spine. The crowd, like the one three years ago, was composed of all ages, with lots of toddlers on fathers shoulders or strollers, all happy – not a cry was to be heard (I guess because some of them were asleep). The Last Post was sounded, with a soldier saluting the flag in front of him, and it was one of those moments I’ll never forget.
Earlier on my walk to the service, I was listening to the ABC on my trusty old Walkman, and it was déjà vu all over again. At the Sydney dawn service, attended by a record 30,000 people, the Governor of NSW, David Hurley, was giving an Anzac address and quoting a 6th grade pupil from a Port Kembla school who ended his poem: “I am that white dove” – a symbol of peace. Amazingly enough, the Royal Hymn of Australia, God Save the Queen, was sung as it’s required as part of the Cenotaph service in Martin Place. There was also some unscheduled music – the Ivy nightclub 400 metres away from Martin Place blasted dance arrangements during the one minute silence. The contractor was sacked immediately.
And the Canberra service was special as well, with that massive crowd, and a wonderful speech by the outgoing chief of army, General David Morrison. He delivered the quote of the day: “If war is a sin against humanity, as some would hold, then war itself is punishment for that sin, compounded by its endless repetitions and its hold on those who have experienced its terrors.” In other words, you might survive the battles, but Post Traumatic Stress Disorder might get you in the end. A young Legacy representative, Kate McGuinness, recited a much favoured Anzac poem, In Flanders Field, as if she wrote it.
Not to be forgotten this Anzac Day are the contributions on Facebook: photos of great grandfathers and grandfathers and fathers and uncles in black and white and sepia and letters from the army informing their loved ones were dead. I’d like to end this piece with a Facebook post from a friend and former Sky News colleague, who now lives in California. Rachel Owen ( posted a photo of her grandfather, Oswald Owen (above), and wrote this lovely tribute — Lest We Forget:
“Today we commemorate the 100th anniversary of the ANZAC landings at Gallipoli. I, like many others I am sure, have said ‘Lest We Forget’ every year without truly understanding the meaning behind the words. But when I look at this handsome devil, I realise that words can’t adequately express the feelings that his memorable smile evokes. This man was one of the best to walk the Earth and I am incredibly proud to be his Granddaughter. I can honestly say that I will never forget you Pa or how lucky I was to have known such a man; humorous, witty, charming and beyond generous. So yet again, I will say Lest We Forget, but this time with a little more understanding. I love you with all my heart and we all miss you every single day.”

Hillary’s on the road again; Watch out for the mud

Get ready for the dirtiest US presidential campaign in history.*
That’s the first thing that occurred to me when Hillary Clinton finally announced she would run for the presidency in 2016: “I’m running for president … Everyday Americans need a champion. And I want to be that champion … So I’m hitting the road to earn your vote — because it’s your time. And I hope you’ll join me on this journey.”
On day two of her journey, Mrs Clinton left her New York home in a mini-van for Iowa and, a few hours into the 1600km trip, the 67-year-old Democrat tweeted a picture of a friendly family at a Pennsylvania petrol station (photo above). On day three, she arrived in the important primary state of Iowa where she was greeted by some fellow travellers, if you’ll excuse the pun (photo tweeted below).
Mrs Clinton chose to launch her campaign on YouTube, using social media to appeal to “everyday” Americans and sounding like a first-time candidate and not one of the most famous women in the world.
She doesn’t appear in the 2-minute video until 1.33, letting those ordinary and real Americans, not actors, talk about their aspirations for the future. And there is no Bill Clinton in sight.
Her husband and former president said he would take a backstage advisory role – a very good idea. Bill Clinton is popular, but like Hillary, brings a lot of baggage to her campaign. Some say he hindered, rather than helped, Hillary when she took on Barack Obama in 2008. He criticised Obama for claiming better judgment than Hillary on the Iraq War, which was later used by Mitt Romney in the 2012 campaign.
Then there’s Monica Lewinsky. David Taylor of the London Times reports on a new book that focuses on the White House staff – the butlers, the cleaners et al – who reveal all about life behind the scenes, for the presidents, first ladies and families and, in particular, the relationship between Bill and Hillary Clinton. According to The Residence, by Kate Andersen Brower, a member of the White House staff said Hillary literally threw the book at him. Cleaning staff discovered blood on the bed and the president claimed he had hurt himself running into the bathroom door. But the staff member said: “We’re pretty sure (Mrs Clinton) clocked with a book. Brower writes: “There were at least 20 books on the bedside table for his betrayed wife to choose from, including the Bible.”
It gets juicier: Staffers had been watching the affair between the president and the intern well before the public found out in January 1998. Brower reports: “The butlers saw the president and Lewinsky in the family movie theatre, and the two of them were seen together so frequently that the workers started letting one another know when they’d had a Lewinsky sighting.” Brower goes on: “For three or four months in 1998, the president slept on a sofa in a private study attached to their bedroom on the second floor. Most of the women on the residence staff thought he got what he deserved.”
Tell me that the Republicans won’t use that against Hillary in the campaign if she wins the Democratic nomination, and I will have to beg to differ with you. They will use that as well as Mrs Clinton’s denial of the allegations of her husband’s affair with Lewinsky the day after he publicly denied it. It’s all there in the report by the independent counsel, Kenneth Starr, which led to the President’s impeachment by the House of Representatives on charges of perjury and obstruction of justice. He was acquitted on both charges by the Senate in 1999.
The Republicans are already bagging Hillary Clinton’s use of a personal rather than a government email account while she was Secretary of State, donations from foreign governments, including Australia, to the Clinton Foundation from which she resigned yesterday, links to the recent Iran nuclear agreement, and the terrorist attacks in Benghazi, Libya that led to the death of ambassador Chris Steven and three other Americans when she was secretary. I’m sure there will be more in the months to come.
Just a couple of examples: Libertarian Rand Paul, an ophthalmologist with his eyes on the presidency, had this to say on his Facebook page moments after her announcement: “if the liberal media has their way, her “campaign” will be nothing more than a coronation. But I’ll tell the truth about why Hillary’s disastrous record disqualifies her from the Presidency. My campaign team has produced a brand new ad showing why recent polling proves I’m the best Republican candidate to take on Hillary in 2016.” An excerpt from the slick, one-minute ad: “Hillary Clinton represents the worst of the Washington machine: arrogance of power, corruption and cover-ups, conflict of interest and failed leadership with tragic consequences.”
No one could ever accuse the New York Post of being part of the liberal media and predictably they ran stories about how New York Democrats were unmoved by the candidacy of Hillary Clinton, even the city’s mayor, Bill de Blasio. He was Mrs Clinton’s campaign manager when she won the Senate race in New York, and she campaigned for him in his successful bid to become mayor. Mr de Blasio said he wouldn’t endorse her yet: “Not until I see — and, again, I would say this about any candidate — until I see an actual vision of where they want to go.”
Florida Senator Marco Rubio, the son of Cuban immigrants, has joined Rand Paul and Texas Senator Ted Cruz as major candidates announcing their bid for the Republican presidential nomination. In a speech in Miami launching his campaign, he criticised Hillary Clinton as a leader from yesterday: “Yesterday is over. And we are never going back. Before us now is the opportunity to author the greatest chapter yet in the amazing story of America. We can’t do that by going back to the leaders and ideas of the past.”
A great newspaper which has written many chapters in the amazing story of America, but which could not now be considered part of the liberal media, The Wall Street Journal, came out with a story by its national political editor, Peter Nicholas (with help from Rebecca Ballhaus), in which he reports the Clinton campaign has set a goal for itself: “Showing that she’s likeable. Period.”
That’s why Hillary Clinton will seek more intimate settings like an Iowa cafe (photo above) where she can charm a smaller group of people, rather than large campaign rallies, as she did in 2008. According to Nicholas, Team Clinton says: “At large rallies, Clinton has trouble charming the audience. She can seem distant and unapproachable. Put her in a room with a small number of people and it is a different story.”
This reminded me of the criticism often aimed at Julia Gillard, who seemed to be a bit distant when being interviewed on television or addressing large crowds – except when she was angry (“I will not be lectured on misogyny by this man.”) – but in small gatherings, she exuded warmth and charm. I wrote about this in a blog post, “Let Julia be Julia,” after watching the then Prime Minister work her magic on the staff and crew of Channel Ten when she came in for an interview in June 2011 on Meet the Press (a show unfortunately axed by the Ten Network. It’s still in “hiatus,” as far as I know!).
I wrote at the time: “Julia Gillard is warm, charismatic, funny and engaging, and that doesn’t come across on television very often, but when you see her working a room as she did with our studio crew and observers last Sunday morning, you’d think she was a female Bob Hawke – and he is the best I’ve ever seen. Let Julia Gillard be Julia Gillard and the Labor Party and the country will be a better place as a result.” I haven’t been up close and personal with Hillary Clinton, but I’m betting she would be “warm, charismatic, funny and engaging,” if Team Clinton allows her to be so.
UPDATE: A friend of mine, Ron Javers, a former executive editor of Newsweek, recalls a lunch with editors (including then editor-in-chief of Esquire, Terry McDonell) and publishers convened by Ellen Levine, then editor-in-chief of Good Housekeeping Magazine and a rising star at Hearst, who’s now editorial director of Hearst Magazines. Ron writes: “After being introduced by Ellen, Hillary rose from her chair and, as she spoke, began moving around the room, speaking without notes, on a wide variety of political and national issues. She was quite knowledgeable and compelling, yet informal, witty and warm. She was not terribly well known in those early days of Bill’s candidacy for President, but it is safe to say she charmed that room of hard-boiled, high-powered New York publishing executives and editors. Some of them would be surprised that a few terms later, they would be voting for her as Senator Clinton of New York.” This augurs well for the Team Clinton’s Likeable Campaign.
The Clinton campaign comprises a formidable array of veterans from the family dynasty and newbies from the Obama team who helped defeat Hillary in 2008. Politico has prepared a guide to the most influential players, and there is a wealth of experience here:
But the Republicans will do everything they can to portray Hillary Clinton as tough, mean-spirited, arrogant and a key member of an administration that has failed middle-class Americans. Barack Obama has said she will make an excellent president, but it’s unlikely she will be doing much campaigning with him, except in African-American constituencies.
And if former Florida governor Jeb Bush manages to overcome his baggage as a member of a controversial family including two former presidents, then it’s possible a Bush and a Clinton will be the main combatants in the 2016 presidential election campaign — déjà vu all over again.
It will be a long and winding road to the White House, with much mud thrown along the way.
*Footnote: According to Janice Turner of the London Times, it has already begun. She writes in a piece published in The Australian today: “Within 24 hours of Hillary declaring her run for president, I’ve seen her called a bitch. I’ve read that, at 67 — the same age as Ronald Reagan and younger than John McCain — Hillary is too old and that Bill O’Reilly on Fox News believes ‘there’s got to be a downside to a woman president’.”

Suddenly Last Summer: Tennessee Williams at his shocking best at the Sydney Opera House

My wife, not usually given to superlatives, said after watching the Sydney Theatre Company’s production of Suddenly Last Summer, it was the best play she had ever seen.
I thought back to my theatre-going days in New York City in the late sixties, when I saw Edward Albee’s A Delicate Balance with Hume Cronyn and Jessica Tandy; Harold Pinter’s The Homecoming with Vivien Merchant as Ruth; Brian Friel’s Philadelphia Here I Come, a Tony Award nominee in 1966, and Man of La Mancha with Richard Kiley as Don Quixote.
Great plays all, but as always, my wife was right. Tennessee William’s self-styled allegory about the rich New Orleans matron, Violet Venable, trying to silence her niece, Catharine Holly, with a lobotomy to prevent her from telling how her son died in Spain, is probably the best drama I have experienced as well.
It is quite an experience, with video shot by three cameras on a giant, sometimes revolving screen, tracking and zooming, providing details and closeups of the main characters, and at one point making the audience gasp with a bird’s-eye view of a truth-serum needle puncturing Catharine’s skin. (Photo above by Brett Boardman: Susan Prior as Mrs Holly, Paula Arundell as the nun, Eryn Jean Norvill as Catharine Holly, Robyn Nevin as Mrs Venable and Mark Leonard Winter as Dr Sugar in background) While it enhances the narrative, it doesn’t detract from the cast’s performances. Robyn Nevin is superb as Mrs Venable, deluding herself about her “perfect” son, Sebastian, with a nearly perfect southern accent. Sebastian was a poet who wrote one poem a year.
Stealing the show is Eryn Jean Norvill as Catharine, who arrives at the Venable mansion’s lush garden – dark with secrets — accompanied by a nun from the Catholic convalescent home where she’s recovering from the trauma of witnessing Sebastian’s grotesque death. Neurosurgeon Dr Cukrowicz, nicknamed Dr Sugar (after Williams’ psychiatrist), is well played by Mark Leonard Winter, as he questions Catharine to see if she’s a suitable candidate for a lobotomy. It’s autobiographical: Tennessee Williams’ sister, Rose, had a lobotomy; his mother, Edwina, was as domineering as Violet Venable; and the playwright’s sex life resembled Sebastian’s.
Mrs Venable wants the details of Sebastian’s adventures with young male lovers deleted from Catharine’s mind. She says to Dr Sugar: “Cut this hideous story out of her brain.” In John Lahr’s mammoth and magnificent biography, Tennessee Williams: Mad Pilgrimage of the Flesh (Bloomsbury, 2014), he writes: “Suddenly Last Summer was a sort of autobiographical exorcism that worked through Williams’ grief and guilt over his sister, Rose, as well as his anger at Edwina for deciding to allow a bilateral prefrontal lobotomy to be performed on her without informing him in advance … an omission for which Williams never forgave his mother.”
The director, Kip Williams, together with designer Alice Badbidge, chief camera operator Phillip Charles, Lighting Designer Damien Cooper, and Composer Stefan Gregory, have brought a Tennessee Williams play, first performed in 1958 and set in New Orleans, to life in 2015 in the Drama Theatre of the Sydney Opera House. They do it with video technology and scenery and imagination, but they and the actors pay homage to Tennessee Williams, whose words make the play sing.
In his Memoirs, published in 1975 by Doubleday, Williams wrote: “There are passages in Suddenly Last Summer which are perhaps as well written as anything I’ve done.” I agree, and I also think that if Tennessee Williams were still alive, he would have loved the STC production of his play, for both his words and the pictures.
He tells the story in the book, of how he made the deal for the movie version of Suddenly Last Summer, starring Elizabeth Taylor, Katharine Hepburn and Montgomery Clift, with Sam Spiegel, the famous producer. Spiegel asked how much Williams wanted for the film rights. The playwright said: “How about fifty grand plus 20 per cent of the profits? Sam said: ‘It’s a deal,’ and it was, and the profits were as good as the film was bad – that figures.”
But he added, and I think this is why he would have loved seeing the STC production: “How films have changed! – for the better. They have outstripped the theatre in honesty, adventure, and technique, despite the fall of Big studios with their star system. Or possibly because of it?”
(Photo above by Brett Boardman)
Despite its horrific themes, Suddenly Last Summer has attracted myriad raves ever since its opening night Off-Broadway in 1958. The New Yorker critic, Wolcott Gibbs, called it “an impressive and genuinely shocking play,” while the New York Times’ Brooks Atkinson said it was “an exercise in the necromancy of writing … a superb achievement.”
After its opening in Sydney last month, the praise was almost unanimous on Twitter published on the STC website. Author Benjamin Law tweeted: “Saw this last night. Glorious stuff.” And Law retweeted a link to the Sydney Morning Herald critic Jason Blake’s review of the play in which Blake said: “If Suddenly Last Summer were any more like a movie, the Sydney Theatre Company would have to sell popcorn.”
The actress Jacqueline McKenzie tweeted: “THRILLING! T.Williams would’ve been enthralled. Audacious without ego. Sublime acting. Bravo Kip!” The editor of The Drum, the ABC’s opinion and news analysis website, Chip Rolley, chimed in: “Don’t know what it is about @SydneyTheatreCo, but they do Tennessee Williams extraordinarily well. Go see Suddenly Last Summer” And Channel Ten’s long-time entertainment reporter, Angela Bishop, tweeted: “Extraordinary STC prod of Suddenly Last Summer last night. In crowd @Billy_Connolly @KathyLette & a sea of Bishops: Julie, Bronwyn & me.”
On a personal note, I only discovered on reading John Lahr’s biography of Tennessee Williams that he lived across the street from me in the late sixties in New York. He and his secretary and companion at the time had a thirty-third floor penthouse on 15 West 72nd Street next to the famous Dakota building where John Lennon was shot. I lived on the top floor of a fourth-floor walkup, teaching in Harlem and earning a lot less than Mr Williams. Still, it would have been nice to meet him.
His lifestyle was a bit different than mine. John Lahr described a typical day in the life of Tennessee in the late sixties when his secretary Bill Glavin ushered him through his Stoned Age: “Glavin accompanied Williams on his daily Manhattan walkabout – to his analyst’s office, to see Dr Feelgood, to swim at the Y, to lunch at L’Escargot, to the previews of Gnadiges Fraulein [a Williams play] at the Longacre, where they sat in a box and laughed uproariously, and where the producer, Charles Bowden, caught them in the men’s room ‘shooting up with Dr Feelgood’s amphetamines’.” Dr Feelgood was the nickname of a New York GP, Dr Max Jacobson, well known for providing speed to the rich and famous, including President John F. Kennedy and Elvis Presley.
With the Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras parade in Sydney tonight, I thought I should end this post with a quote from Williams in Lahr’s biography about his Memoirs, the book which brought him out of the closet and answered his critics in the gay community: “The book can only be successful if it is a work of total and personally unsparing honesty about myself and by myself … The book when finished will not be ‘sensational’ in a bad way but in a good one.” But Lahr mentions one “droll critic” who describes Williams’ Memoirs like this: “If he hasn’t exactly opened his heart, he has opened his fly.”
FOOTNOTE: If you want to see Suddenly Last Summer at the Opera House, there is limited seat availability with the season ending on March 21. For last minute ticket releases on the day, call the Sydney Opera House Box Office on (02) 9250 7777. There are also standing room tickets for $35 each – only available at the Box Office on that same number. The play lasts 90 minutes and there is no interval, but it moves along quickly if you don’t mind standing!

Sarah Ferguson’s interview with Joe Hockey: Bias is in the eye of the beholder

“One of the chief Functions of a television critic is to stay at home and watch the programmes on an ordinary domestic receiver, just as his readers do. If he goes to official previews, he will meet producers and directors, start understanding their problems, and find himself paying the inevitable price for free sandwiches. A critic who does not keep well clear of the World of the Media will soon lose his sting. He might also begin harbouring delusions about his capacity to modify official policy.”
Sorry for the long intro, but that was Clive James in the preface to his book, Visions Before Midnight: Television criticism from The Observer 1972-76 – his advice guiding my time as a TV critic for The Australian newspaper in the early 1980s.
Born in the Sydney suburb of Kogarah, Clive James was, and still is, one of the best critics in the history of television. His weekly columns for The Observer from 1972-1982 were must reading, and he started writing tv critiques for the London Daily Telegraph in 2011 until last year. Despite his bout with leukemia, he still writes the occasional feature for the Telegraph: He is, of course, a renowned literary critic, a brilliant poet, a noted novelist and memoirist, former television presenter, and an Australian icon.
Clive James came to mind when I read about the kerfuffle over former Australian Financial Review (AFR) editor Colleen Ryan’s review of the ABC’s coverage of the Federal Budget last year. The ABC asked Ms Ryan, a highly respected journalist, to look at the coverage as part of their quarterly review of a small cross-selection of content and “give us a warts and all view of it,” according to Alan Sunderland, Acting Head of People at the ABC. Mr Sunderland said: “Colleen produced an excellent and comprehensive report. Her overall judgement was that our coverage complied with all of our policies and guidelines and the overall quality was ‘excellent.’ At significant length [45 pages], the report discusses all aspects of the coverage and provides a series of observations on ways it might have been improved, expanded or extended.”
Okay, so why all the fuss? Well, Ms Ryan made the egregious mistake of suggesting the tone of questioning in Sarah Ferguson’s 7.30 interview with Treasurer Joe Hockey “could have been interpreted by some viewers to be a potential breach of the ABC’s impartiality guidelines.” Ms Ryan focused on the first question of the interview: “Now, you’ve just delivered that Budget. It’s a Budget with a new tax, with levies, with co-payments. Is it liberating for a politician to decide election promises don’t matter?” Here’s a link to the interview if you haven’t seen it: The former AFR editor said “that first question set the tone for the entire interview. The Treasurer appeared surprised and in my view was from that point on quite ‘rattled’ during the interview … the language in Ferguson’s first question was emotive. I also believe that the average viewer would consider that the Treasurer was not treated with sufficient respect by the interviewer.”
Whew! Let’s go back to Clive James. He didn’t say you had to pretend you were an average viewer. He clearly wasn’t, and the wit and wisdom in his columns proved that. He watched television like the average viewer in his own home, without the glitz and glamour of publicity previews. But he took notes and knew his subject. As long-time ABC interviewer Kerry O’Brien put it: “Ryan tries to put herself in the mind of an average viewer. Who on earth is an average viewer when you’re talking about politics?”
I agree with Kerry that the ABC gave Colleen Ryan an impossible task: a “warts and all” review of the coverage under the corporation’s editorial commitments to accuracy, impartiality and fairness. Colleen had to consider whether the language was “emotive, hyperbolic, inflammatory or derogatory. And was the interviewee treated with civility and respect.” Joe Hockey’s a big boy. He can handle it, and like many politicians, he said so at the end of the interview to Sarah: “Thank you very much. Great to be here.” Former Liberal Foreign Minister Andrew Downer used to say to many journalists who had just wiped him out in an interview — “Pleasure” — when you knew it was far from it for him. When I was producing the Channel Nine Sunday program, Laurie Oakes nearly made Labor MP Daryl Melham fall off his chair at the end of a particularly hard interview, watch then Opposition Leader John Howard fall silent during a 3-minute commercial break after a disastrous part one of the conversation, and have then Liberal Health Minister Michael Wooldridge “for breakfast” on Sunday – a political cartoonist portraying Oakes coming out of a CT scanner with Wooldridge inside of him, with the doctor saying: “You really did have him for breakfast, didn’t you Laurie?” Respect was shown to each of the interviewees, and the language was not emotive or inflammatory. Just tough interviews exhibiting good journalism.
Ryan said in her evaluation: “This interview provided gripping television. But was it fair and impartial? Did it grant due respect to the interviewee? Would the average viewer consider its tone (on the part of Ferguson) as so aggressive that it exhibited bias?” She then had to consider those questions within the context of the ABC’s Impartiality Guidance Notes (issued 22 July 2013, revised 21 May 2014). Sorry, Colleen, at this point, I would have discarded the notes and just watched the interview.
It was gripping television, fair and impartial, granted due respect to the interviewee and was not so aggressive that it exhibited bias. Sarah Ferguson had 11 minutes and 58 seconds to get the most out of the interview, and Joe Hockey had the same amount of time to avoid answering the questions. Colleen Ryan pointed out two other exchanges where Ferguson might have been a bit cheeky. In the first Sarah asked: “… are you saying that individual promises made by an Opposition Leader no longer matter?” Hockey replied: “Well, we can spend the whole conversation talking about the process of promises …” She quickly added: “That’s a yes or no question.”
In the second exchange, the Treasurer talked about tax adjustments and Ferguson asked: “Adjustments? Is that what we’re going to call them now?” Hockey replied: “Well, of any substance, so any tax changes if you like or whatever you’d like to call it. Ferguson: “New taxes?” Hockey: “But whatever you’d like to call it, there’s two. You know, there’s actually fewer than any of the previous Budgets from the previous government. So that’s a good sign.” Ferguson: “They’re still taxes. I don’t need to teach you, Treasurer, what a tax is. You know that a co-payment, a levy and a tax are all taxes by any other name. Am I correct?” Hockey: “Of course they are. Yes.”
There was mixed reaction to the review especially when The Sydney Morning Herald (SMH) came up with this headline: “Sarah Ferguson interview with Joe Hockey ‘breached ABC bias guidelines': review” ABC’s Media Watch had a comprehensive wrap of the pros and cons of the coverage. I thought Kerry O’Brien (photo above) and Alan Sunderland’s articles were two of the best on the positive side, and one of the shortest and sweetest was Laurie Oakes’ tweet: “Bottom line in my view — criticism of Ferguson interview in review just silly.”
On the negative side, it was hard to go past Herald Sun columnist and Network Ten presenter Andrew Bolt’s criticism. In his Herald Sun column he cited four examples out of 76 from Ryan’s review: the opening question of the Hockey interview; Lateline host Emma Alberici, asking a Coalition MP: “Do you think voters are really stupid and can’t recognise a lie when they see one?”; Tasmania’s 7.30 edition for giving the microphone to “a parade of Leftist critics;” and ABC’s The Drum for “stacking its panel with two pro-Labor panellists against one lone conservative.” And he continued the attack on The Bolt Report on Ten in which he described Ferguson’s interview as “contemptuous,” and said there were “only four examples of ABC bias in a week.” He then asked Sydney Daily Telegraph columnist Miranda Devine: “Ryan wasn’t really looking very hard, was she?” Devine replied: “No, and look, so what if she did because all these so-called inquiries and bias audits and so on are just laughable from the ABC. They are a fig leaf to appease conservatives or rural viewers who are incensed by the continual dripping Green Left, inner-city bias that comes out of every pore of the ABC, with a few honourable exceptions.”
In my experience, getting an Australian politician to answer questions without resorting to cliches and “staying on message” and actually making news in a 12-minute interview is extremely difficult. It takes a lot of research and the ability to follow up answers. Sarah Ferguson did that in her interview, and all the good reporters and political editors I’ve worked with, like Laurie Oakes, Kerry O’Brien, Jana Wendt, Ellen Fanning, Paul Lyneham, Graham Davis, David Speers, Janine Perrett, Helen Dalley, Hugh Riminton and Paul Bongiorno, to name a few, have also done their homework.
Quentin Dempster, the former ABC presenter and interviewer, ended his column in the SMH: “While debate rages, please have some sympathy for the interviewer. How would you go if you had just eight to 10 minutes with a politician as slippery as we breed them in Australia? With very great respect.”
But the last word should go to Clive James, who reviewed the resignation speech of Richard Nixon, in his Observer column on August 11, 1974: “Nixon has come a long way as a talking head, and never did a smoother gig than his last as President. ‘I have always preferred to carry through to the finish, whatever the personal agony involved.’ He meant that he had always preferred to cling on to power, whatever the agony involved for other people – but at least the lie was told in ringing tones . . . Semantically, the whole speech was rubbish. As a performance though, it merited what respect the viewer could summon.”

Colleen McCullough: Thanks for the Memories

Colleen McCullough was a great storyteller and a great lady. I discovered that when I first met her on Norfolk Island in 1993, producing a story for the Nine Network’s Sunday Program, with reporter Max Cullen.
I was looking forward to the trip after getting a call from a Random House publicist, Alan Davidson, asking if we wanted to do a profile of the famous author to help promote the third book of her seven-part Masters of Rome series, Fortune’s Favourites. Her Roman novels had Julius Caesar at their heart, and the history of the Roman Republic as their backbone.
McCullough built up a virtual library on the Republic, hiring researchers to help her gather the massive volumes of historical material used in the novels.
She loved research from her days as a neurophysiologist at Sydney’s Royal North Shore Hospital, the Hospital for Sick Children in London, and as a neurophysiological research assistant at the Yale School of Medicine in the US so it was important for me to reciprocate before flying into Norfolk Island with the crew.
I talked to Warren McStoker, a legendary producer at Nine’s Sixty Minutes, who had done a story on Colleen and became a friend. He advised me to do as much reconnaissance as possible: Colleen does not suffer fools gladly. Another friend of the author, Bernie Leo, then the chief sub-editor of the Australian Financial Review, gave me two valuable bits of information: she and her husband Ric Robinson loved to play scrabble (Bernie used to join in the game on visits); and she liked Madura Tea, cultivated in the Tweed Valley in northern New South Wales and virtually impossible to get on Norfolk Island.
After picking up a large package of Madura, I got the folder from the ACP Library (the internet was still in its infancy), photocopied all the relevant articles about her, and read as many of her books as I could in the days before the shoot – Tim, The Thorn Birds, An Indecent Obsession, The Ladies of Missalonghi, and a bit of the 945-page The Grass Crown, the second of the Roman novels, with a 92-page glossary. Max read a few as well, and we perused as much of the 804-page Fortune’s Favourites as we could. (I can’t remember how much!)
Despite that, we were well prepared, I thought. As my usual Sunday reporter that year, the late Paul Lockyer, often said: “Time spent on recce (reconnaissance) is time well spent.” Alas, don’t miss the obvious. For television stories, you try to shoot a lot of vision of the main talent to give the editor overlay for the interviews, narrative and thought track (that’s when the person being profiled looks out over the sea, or garden, or the landscape and his or her voice runs underneath).
I sat down with Colleen and Max and the cameraman, Jim Chrystal, and the sound recordist, Nick Nezval, to talk about the shoot, and she had a lot of questions. After all, she had been a successful and world famous author since the US paperback rights for The Thorn Birds went for $1.9 million in 1977. She knew a lot about television interviews. I did my best to answer them all, but I felt I wasn’t exactly scoring goals. Where was Warren McStoker when you needed him?
I pressed on and said: “Could we get started with a walk through your wonderful garden?” It was beautiful, with a rolling hill, and quite expansive. And that was my first mistake. As Max and Colleen wandered lonely as a cloud (with apologies to Wordsworth) before coming to a host of Norfolk pines and palm trees, I could tell she was getting a bit tired, but we needed that vision. What I didn’t consider was that Colleen had recently been diagnosed with diabetes and her feet were hurting. I didn’t learn this until her personal assistant mentioned it the next morning. No more walkies for Colleen McCullough!
But I apologised, and she took it well. The Madura Tea and the mention of Warren McStoker and Bernie Leo helped our cause. And she and Ric played Scrabble for our camera on their magnificent marble table. It is a game they took seriously, and she claimed on Seven’s Sunday Night program a few years ago he always beat her. Here’s the exchange, beginning with reporter Rahni Sadler’s voiceover: “They’re deeply in love and the best of friends except when they play Scrabble. To love, honour, obey and let him win at Scrabble.” Colleen McCullough: “I don’t let him win.” Rahni Sadler: “He beats you fair and square.” Colleen McCullough: “He just wallops me.”
As you’ll be able to see in the edited video accompanying this post, Colleen had a large and lovely library with a lot of reference books and novels. She told Max: “I’m not a great reader of novels, but I like to have them.” She shared her love of libraries, talking about the stacks of books at Yale University, while I waxed lyrical about the libraries at Villanova and New York Universities, and, of course, Sydney University.
Looking back at the Sunday story broadcast in October 1993, I had a poignant moment, when arts journalist Andrea Stretton (That’s a picture of her on the first frame of the video below. She appears later), who presented a book show for SBS at the time, gave her assessment of Colleen McCullough’s literary talent. Andrea died aged 55 in 2007, and I had forgotten she had appeared in the story. She was a friend, a terrific journalist and a lovely lady. She said Colleen “will be remembered as someone who did an enormous amount for Australian popular fiction and I mean in the sense in really contributing something to the genre, and definitely for The Thorn Birds … I think The Thorn Birds is a bit of an icon in Australian writing.”
While some critics criticised the book, which won her many readers and a lot of money, for using too many exclamation points!, Colleen was never bothered by negative reviews. The Philadelphia Inquirer described her as “a woman supremely unafflicted by self-doubt,” in a 1996 profile, mentioned in The New York Times obituary. That Times article quoted her response to the critics from a 2007 Australian television interview: “I think in their heart of hearts all these people know that I’m more secure than they are, more confident than they are and smarter than they are.” The Times obituary writer goes on to say: “In her nearly four decades in the limelight, it was one of her few printable replies on the subject.”
When Max Cullen asked Colleen how she replied to her critics, she said: “I don’t. Like Liberace I cry all the way to the bank.” And she broke out in that glorious laugh of hers.
She liked the Thorn Birds book, of course, but not the mini-series, one of the most watched television shows of all time. She told People magazine in 2000: “I hated it. It was instant vomit.” At one point in the interview, she told Max that Tim (her first novel) was made into “a very nice film,” but as for The Thorn Birds series: “I don’t want to talk about it. I want to heave.” It usually prompted those stomach-churning synonyms.
But Colleen McCullough had only kind words about fellow novelist, the Nobel Prize-winning Patrick White: “I love Patrick White. And I tell you, the death in the garden in The Tree of Man. If I could write a page or two like that, I’d be happy. I never will.” So there is a humble Colleen McCullough.
By the second day, Colleen McCullough was friendly and accommodating, and she gave a great sit-down interview to Max, explaining, among other things, why she loved touring and “flogging the book.” She added: “I like to talk and you’re my victim. You have to sit there and listen.”
She wrote the Roman novels because “it was a fascinating era. The thing I love about that era is how juicy it was. It was great stuff. All the marvellous little details that people think I made up probably are historic.” At which point Max added a spontaneous line: “Rome wasn’t written in a day.” Colleen laughed heartily and replied: “Rome can never be written in a day. Even Cicero would have trouble.”
Just before we left, Colleen signed some of her books for my mother, who lived in Philadelphia and was a big fan of her work. My mother passed away a few years later, but she was so excited when I gave her the signed copies after the shoot. And despite my getting Colleen to work like a Roman pleb, a forgiving author could not have been more hospitable. She then signed a copy of Fortune’s Favourites for my wife and me, “with many thanks.” No, Colleen, you deserve all the thanks … and kudos.
I’ll leave the last words to her former publicist, Alan Davidson, and Carolyn Reidy, the President & CEO of Simon & Schuster, Colleen’s long-time US publisher. Alan, who arranged the profile for Sunday, posted this on his Facebook page: “Vale Colleen McCullough. We toured together and I’ve heard your fabulous jokes followed by that raucous laugh and seen you bring the passengers in an aeroplane to life. You will be missed. Love Davo.”
And Carolyn Reidy posted this on the author’s Facebook page: “Colleen McCullough was a born storyteller of limitless versatility. Since bursting on the scene with her unforgettable novel “The Thorn Birds,” Colleen has captivated millions with stories that can take us anywhere from Ancient Rome to Australia of bygone years to mysteries from America’s recent past, all told with her characteristic historical accuracy and attention to detail, and more importantly, her wisdom and perception about the ways of the human heart and mind. It has been a privilege to publish her, and a joy to know her these many years.”
And for the shortened 12-minute video version of the Colleen McCullough story, please click below. My thanks to Channel Nine for allowing me to post this on my blog, to Richard at TCN Archives for all his help, to Mike Connerty, who edited the original Sunday story with his usual creative genius and to Steve McQueen, who cut down the story with his usual professional expertise. Photo at the top by Ulf Andersen/Getty Images; Photo of Colleen with Thorn Birds book News Corp Australia.

We are all Australian, but it’s time we sang with one voice

“We are one, but we are many, and from all the lands on Earth we come, we share a dream and sing with one voice – I am, you are, we are Australian.”
That song, written by Bruce Woodley and Dobe Newton, will be sung many times as we head into this Australia Day weekend. I thought of those lyrics as I struggled to find the right words about the terrorist attacks on the French satirical magazine Charlie Hebdo, which prompted the universal cry for freedom of speech: “Je suis Charlie.”
I tweeted that phrase, sending my prayers and thoughts to the families of the victims of the attacks: 12 people at Charlie Hebdo, including two policemen, one a Muslim shot in cold blood by one of the three Islamist radicals. Later four people were killed later in a siege of a kosher supermarket in eastern Paris and a policewoman was shot dead in the south of the city. I concluded it was all about empathy: I am Australian and American, but I have also expressed solidarity with African and Hispanic Americans, Indigenous and Ethnic Australians, Israelis and Palestinians, Irish and Spanish Republicans, black South Africans and Zimbabweans, pro-Democracy Chinese and Timorese and West Papuans, to name just a few.
But it’s very difficult to put yourself in the shoes of men and women who kill innocent people (and behead them) in the name of religion. You might have had empathy with the Irish republican movement, but you could only condemn the members of the Real IRA who murdered 29 people, including a woman pregnant with twins, in a car bomb attack in the Northern Ireland town of Omagh in 1998. The bombing came only four months after the signing of the historic Good Friday Agreement.
Charlie Hebdo’s latest issue – praised for its freedom of speech message with its cover cartoon of the prophet Mohammed holding a “Je suis Charlie” sign and crying under the headline: “All is forgiven” – sparked anti-French riots in Niger, leaving at least ten dead, and condemnation from Afghanistan’s president and Iraq’s prime minister.
Four million people marched in France (AP photo of marchers in Paris above), supporting and celebrating free speech after the attacks on Charlie Hebdo, but the country still has criminal laws against “speech that insults, defames or incites hatred, discrimination or violence on the basis of religion, race, ethnicity, nationality, disability, sex or sexual orientation.” As Sharyn Mittelman points out in The Australian this week, some commentators in Australia claim “we cannot say ‘Je suis Charlie’ and support hate speech laws. But we can and we should.”
But it’s still important to try to understand why the terrorists are killing the innocent. I think of the Catholic parents in Belfast who still hate the Protestants, and teach their children to do the same. I think of the white supremacists in the US who still hate African Americans. In both cases, it is getting better, but in the week we celebrate the birth of the Rev Dr Martin Luther King Jnr, we shouldn’t forget there is still a long way to go. Donna Brazile, a longtime Democratic campaigner and CNN commentator, had this to say: “… we should be especially mindful as we celebrate Martin Luther King Jr Day. Today is a day of national reflection, but it is also a day of action. Remembering those who sacrificed before us is important, but carrying on their legacy and continuing to march forward is essential. The walk from Selma to Montgomery that turned into Bloody Sunday leaves us with a strong reminder of how much those before us gave for basic human rights.”
Education and empathy are keys, of course, and while many Parisians marched for human rights, some encountered young Muslims who did not support the “Je suis Charlie” campaign. In fact, a group of North African teenagers in the Paris suburb of Vitry-sur-Seine told their teacher they did not believe the attack had happened. The teacher told The Sunday Times: “They’re lively, intelligent children. But most of them are convinced it’s some sort of conspiracy involving the government, Israel or the CIA. They have no faith in the authorities, in the media. The parents think the same way. It’s sad really.” Sunday Times reporter Matthew Campbell said the killers in the Charlie Hebdo attack had their origins in housing estates similar to those in Vitry-sur-Seine, and the students weren’t backing the republic: “’We didn’t go to the republican march,’ said a girl sitting in a fast food restaurant. ‘That was a thing for the whites, not us.’ Her friends giggled. One piped up: ‘We’re not Charlie here’.”
It may be hard to empathise with Islamist radicals, but we shouldn’t be surprised that moderate Muslims question the Western media’s treatment of terrorism. While the murder of 17 people in Paris attracted worldwide and prominent coverage in the print and electronic media, the killing of at least 2000 people, mostly women and children, in the village of Baga in northern Nigeria by the Islamic extremist group Boko Haram received nowhere near that prominence (AP photo above of some of the thousands of homes destroyed in Baga). Nor did Boko Haram’s strapping of explosives to a ten-year-old girl and sending her to a market in a nearby city. At least 19 people died in that horrible moment of terrorism. Ethan Zuckerman of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology has made a detailed study of the contrast in media coverage between Charlie and Baga in The Conversation.
It’s no surprise then, that Muslim students think the republican march was a “thing for the whites,” when violence in Africa doesn’t appear to mean as much as it does in France. King’s College London Professor and former UN official, Andrew MacLeod, has written an excellent piece about the alienation of Muslims, also in The Conversation. He makes a significant point: “If we want to unite moderate Muslims in a team against the radicals, are we doing this sensibly when we protest for a set of cartoons that offend, yet don’t protest for the many thousands more that die in their lands? Doesn’t this lack of empathy push moderate Muslims into the arms of radical Islam – united in offence to their religion, even while the moderates also condemn the murders?”
When I was the foreign editor of The Australian back in the 1970s, I gave a lot of space to the end of white rule in Rhodesia and the evils of apartheid in South Africa. I remember Rupert Murdoch getting into the lift one morning, and saying hello, which was nice, I thought, and he added: “I don’t know how you’re going to keep them interested in Africa.” It was a short ride, so I didn’t have much chance to reply, except to say something like: “I’m doing my best.” As most readers would know, he was very interested in American and British news then. I’ve never had a chance to say “I told you so.” Somehow, I don’t think he’d remember that bit of advice he offered to me nearly 40 years ago.
MacLeod makes another point about how the radicals are making use of social media – Facebook and Twitter and YouTube – to recruit angry young men and women in Islamic countries, and other nations like Australia, France, the UK and the US where Muslims are “disengaged, excluded and in search of a sense of belonging.” Certainly, the scores of Australians who have gone to fight in Syria and Iraq felt excluded from the mainstream. Empathy could play a big part in helping to bring them back to the fold. This morning on ABC’s RN Breakfast program, presenter Hamish Macdonald asked a young Muslim lawyer Rabea Khan if there was one thing she could tell other Australians about Muslim Australians what would it be. She replied: “If you haven’t had much contact with Muslims, please by all means do try and do that. We’re really not that scary. You know, we are really diverse. There’s no doubt we’re not just one group you can typecast or generalise about, but we’re a very complex, varied community. Most of us have been here a very long time. We’re involved in all areas of Australian life and we’re really not that different.”
In my days as a schoolboy growing up in a white neighbourhood next to a black neighbourhood, I didn’t get to meet, let alone know, many African Americans, except at school or sport or the occasional race riot at the local playground. When I went to Villanova University 16 kilometres from the Philadelphia CBD, I discovered that black students weren’t all that scary, as Rabea Khan says. When I began teaching black children in Harlem and returned home to the old neighbourhood in West Philly on the occasional weekend, I was called a “n-gger lover” by the regulars in the local Irish American pub. When I went to South Africa on a press mission sponsored by the South African embassy in Canberra in 1977, I asked as many Afrikaners as possible if they had any black friends, and many of them admitted they had none – though they employed black nannies and household staff. When I went on a press mission to Israel in 1990 sponsored by the Australian/Israel & Jewish Affairs Council and conducted by the Israeli government press office, I met Israelis who knew a lot about the history of Palestine, but didn’t know many Palestinians. And in Australia, I have met many Aborigines and Muslims, but I can’t say that many are close friends. I’m not alone on that score.
So in 2015, it’s time for all Australians to try to make those lyrics come true: “We are one, but we are many, and from all the lands on Earth we come, we share a dream and sing with one voice – I am, you are, we are Australian.”
With apologies to the great Dr Martin Luther King, I, too, have a dream – that we can all sing with one voice.

My Gonzo Blog: 2014 in Review

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog, and I decided to publish it as usual. It’s been a good year although I made another decision — to write a post only when I had something to say, to avoid repetition. But the viewing numbers have been fairly good, despite that. I promise to write more regularly this year. Thanks for continuing to read the blog, and special thanks to those who have commented on my posts. The most active commenters are mentioned in the complete report (see below)

Here’s an excerpt:

A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 6,400 times in 2014. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 5 trips to carry that many people. There were 52 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 3 MB. That’s about 4 pictures per month. The busiest day of the year was February 11th with 246 views. The most popular post that day was Schapelle Corby: A tale of media madness.

Click here to see the complete report.

Hell has touched Sydney, yet blessed are the flower people

Terrorism came to Sydney this week in the guise of a deranged gunman — a self-styled Sheik, who took 17 hostages in a Lindt chocolate café in the CBD of one of the world’s greatest and safest cities.
It wasn’t Taliban terrorism where 141 people, most of them children, were killed in a school in Pakistan, but it was real terror for the hostages for the 16 hours and 19 minutes they were held captive. Two of the hostages died after police, hearing gunshots inside, stormed the café at 2am on Tuesday. Four of the captives and one policeman were injured, with the remaining innocent people escaping uninjured. But they and the city and the country will be scarred by the actions of a lone-wolf terrorist, Man Haron Monis, a man charged with being the accessory to the killing of his ex-wife and numerous sexual assault charges against women in his work as a “spiritual healer.” He was on bail and due to appear in court on the charges in February next year. Lest we forget, he had also written abusive letters to the loved ones of dead Australian servicemen, in a bizarre protest against our involvement in Afghanistan. Prime Minister was one of the many Australians who asked why this “deeply disturbed individual” was not being monitored by security agencies. Other questions include how he got bail, Australian citizenship, welfare benefits, and a gun licence – although no one knows if he actually had a gun licence! Even the Attorney-General, George Brandis, could not confirm whether Monis had a licence. He told Ellen Fanning on ABC’s RN Breakfast it was the responsibility of the State, not the Federal government, and he might have had an illegal weapon.
As days go by, the madness of the self-described Sheik is coming to light. He was a Shia Muslim who became a Sunni radical in the last month, and pledged allegiance to the Islamic State. One of his demands to the police was an Islamic State flag to replace the generic flag he had the hostages hold against the café window – which contained the text of the Shahada, the testament of the Islamic faith: “There is no god but Allah, and Mohammed is the messenger of God.” Muslim organisations in Australia condemned the siege and distanced themselves from the flag and the Sheik. Monis also demanded to talk to the PM, but it’s believed police refused to grant the demands, fearing he was just looking for notoriety, which could have led to a public execution of a hostage.
Many Australians spent the day watching the rolling coverage on television, covered by all the channels, including Channel Seven, with studios directly opposite the café. A Seven cameraman, Paul Walker, had the presence of mind to leave his camera on a tripod focussed on the door where the first hostages escaped, after all the media was told by police to leave the front of the cafe. It enabled viewers and news outlets to see the dramatic footage of hostages escaping, but the networks were careful to avoid showing any pictures of violence.
The two hostages who were killed were described as heroes: 34-year-old Tori Johnson, the manager of the Lindt café, reportedly tussled with the gunman before he was shot, and 38-year-old Katrina Dawson, a prominent barrister and mother of three, shielded her pregnant friend and colleague, Julie Taylor. Nine News revealed yesterday that Mr Johnson was shot by Monis at close range, while News Corp Australia reported Ms Dawson was shot in the body by the gunman as the hostages fled the café. The Catholic Archbishop of Sydney, Anthony Fisher, said in a service: “These heroes were willing to lay down their lives so that others may live.” At times like this, religious leaders often fall back on platitudes, but not Archbishop Fisher, who said quite appropriately: “Hell has touched us.”
The tragic deaths of the hostages sparked a spontaneous floral tribute in Martin Place outside the café — myriad flowers presented by myriad Australians, including the Prime Minister and his wife, with the site being visited by many dignitaries: Governor-General, Peter Cosgrove; NSW Premier, Mike Baird; Police Commissioner, Andrew Scipione; and the Grand Mufti of Australia, Ibrahim Abu Mohammed, to name just a few. (Top of page: Family and friends of Tori Johnson pause to read messages of support at the site. Photo by Adam Taylor News Corp Australia)
December in Sydney is supposed to be the start of the silly season – the name the media gives to the summer months of December and January until Australia Day on January 26. All those people laying flowers at Martin Place would have normally just been shopping, having lunch, seeing the tourist sites, going to the beach – the things we do in summer. Now in the back of our minds, there may be a nagging concern – is this shop or restaurant or café or pub or stadium going to be the target of some crazed criminal, or worse, a terrorist. That is why Tony Abbott said on Monday: “Australia is a peaceful, open and generous society. Nothing should ever change that, and that’s why I would urge all Australians today to go about their business as usual.” Easy to say, but sometimes hard to do.
And there are fears of a backlash against Muslims. In a joint statement, the National Council of Churches in Australia, the NSW Ecumenical Council and Act for Peace said: “May this be a time when the Australian community – people of all faiths – unite around our common care for all life. We trust that the acts of one individual will not lead to discrimination against Australian Muslims.” As columnist Chris Kenny pointed out in The Australian, the Lebanese community leader Jamal Riffi says there has been no backlash this week, in fact, there has never been any to speak of, just isolated incidents. Kenny goes on: “At Sydney’s Lakemba Mosque on Monday night, a rabbi addressed the crowd, reading from the Torah, as prayers were offered for the Martin Place hostages. ‘This was unprecedented,’ Riff says. ‘And the rabbi was listened to, he wasn’t heckled’.”
But there have been isolated incidents this week, like the arrest of a man from Dural who allegedly made threatening phone calls to a mosque in Auburn in western Sydney and was later charged by police with threatening to destroy property. And some media people have also been abused. Celina Edmonds, a highly respected reporter at Sky News, posted on her personal Facebook page on Tuesday: “At RPA (hospital) this morning I had a man yell at us – mainly anti-Muslim sentiment. Today I’ve been abused on Twitter and in the street. In Martin Place, I held the hand of a Muslim man who had tears streaming down his face – he’d been spat on three times coming to pay his respects. I told him that nothing could justify that behaviour towards him. I spoke to an Iranian woman who said she hoped people didn’t blame all Iranians. I assured her they didn’t.” But Celina showed her balance with this post excerpt on Wednesday: “Yesterday people were in shock. They were stunned. Today faced with a mass of flowers and another day on, they were truly grief-stricken. Many, many more tears today. People were overwhelmed not only by the outcome of the siege, but also the scale of the outpouring of grief. Pleased to report it was also a kinder day too, the anger and fear seemed to have gone or it just didn’t find me. Replaced by a calm resolve. Sydney united in sorrow.” And as far as those isolated incidents were concerned, the NSW Assistant Police Commissioner Michael Fuller said: “There has been some issues of hate or bias crime but it’s certainly minimal compared to the outpouring of support and you’ve all seen the flowers at Martin Place.”
Finally, a word on the media coverage of the siege. Guardian Australia’s Amanda Meade praised most of the media for its restraint: “Police had asked that the gunman’s identity and the names of the hostages be suppressed and that chilling videos made by the hostages and uploaded to YouTube not be shown. Most outlets blurred the faces of the hostages who appeared at the window of the Lindt cafe. The identity of the gunman was kept from the public until police media gave the go-ahead after midnight and some outlets chose not to air graphic footage of a victim receiving CPR. One Seven source said there was horrific vision of a woman being shot that never made it to air.”
On the other hand, Sydney Morning Herald columnist John Birmingham was scathing in his criticism of the media, particularly the rolling coverage: “What we don’t need next time some unhinged loon like Man Haron Monis takes hostages is the never ending shit show of rolling coverage across every available electronic channel. A maddy and grub like that, what do you think they most want in the world? They want the world to pay attention. And that’s exactly what Monis got yesterday.” But Birmingham was just getting warmed up: “The special edition of yesterday’s Daily Telegraph was probably the low point in the full spectrum media coverage of Monis’s crime. It was wrong on every count. But if that was the definitive low point, there were many contenders. Some driven by malice. Most caused by the need to fill up dead air space or to beat the competition in the race for clicks and eyeballs. We at Fairfax were not immune. The ABC allowed one idiot talking-head after another to sprout dangerous garbage all over their 24 hour news service while many media outlets updated police tactical movements around the site of the siege. It took pleas by the police, the establishment of the exclusion zone and some determined social media shaming to cut off that information flow to Monis. And all that was needed was a news flash.”
Wow! I read Meade’s article and thought she was right, then I read Birmingham’s piece and thought he was right, too. I have been in television control rooms for terrorist attacks and disasters that called for rolling coverage, including 9/11, the Bali Bombing, the death of Princess Diana and the Black Saturday Victorian Bushfires, to name a few. When a big story breaks, it’s all hands on deck, and there’s always a lot to talk about. When you have plenty of pictures, it makes it easier. But the moment you go to a commercial break or resume normal programming, you might miss something important, so you need to stick with it. I was happy that the commercial networks kept going with the story, especially Channel Ten, which has lost so many news staff in recent cutbacks. I expected Sky News and the ABC to roll on with the coverage, because that’s what they’re good at. When I got tired of looking at the same shot of the Lindt café, and olay of the hostages being forced to put their hands on the store window, I switched over to ESPN where I could watch the Philadelphia Eagles play the Dallas Cowboys in a National Football League match being broadcast in Philly. Fortunately, I have Foxtel IQ on my television so I could fast forward through the game. I found myself going back to Sky and the ABC and Seven and Nine and Ten (SBS didn’t have live coverage when I switched over so I didn’t bother going back). I watched the coverage until 10.30pm, except for a brief eye doctor’s appointment in the afternoon. I had a feeling something would happen overnight, and it did.
I didn’t know who the hostage taker was until the next morning when I heard it on ABC 702 news and AM in Sydney at 6am, and then listened to Ellen Fanning on RN Breakfast as I went on my morning walk. I recorded ABC24 and Sky so I could watch the footage of the dramatic storming of the café when I returned home. For most of the previous day, the media did not know who the gunman was, and whether he had anyone with him (or agreed to police requests not to publish or show that information or reveal the demands Monis had asked the hostages to convey to the media). So, of course, the Daily Telegraph should not have put out a special edition with incorrect information, likely to inflame anti-Muslim sentiment, eg the headline: “IS takes 13 hostages in city café siege”
ABC head of news content Gaven Morris told Guardian Australia the most difficult part of covering the siege was the lack of official information: “ … so we were left looking at the scene trying to interpret. There was information that we knew from our own sources about who he was; there was information about the demands; we had some information on who the hostages were. We took the decision not to report any of it.”
I would normally tweet information if I thought it was something new, and could be confirmed. I was monitoring Twitter and gave up. So I can understand how John Birmingham felt. But I was happy to see that all the news channels were covering what was an important story – responsibly. In fact, Commissioner Andrew Scipione publicly thanked the media for its responsible coverage.
Now all we need is a channel that will give the same sort of coverage to the murder of more than 130 children in Pakistan by Taliban terrorists – wait a minute, we’d need a correspondent in Pakistan, wouldn’t we? Will the ABC still have one next year? Or will Pakistan be part of the restructured foreign bureaux with “multiplatform hubs” in Washington, London, Beijing and Jakarta.
Watch this space, and pray that we never have a real Islamic extremist terrorist attack.
Oh, I almost forgot. Merry Christmas. And, despite the past few days, peace on earth and good will to men and women. My prayers and thoughts go to the family and friends of the hostage victims, the survivors and all the police and services who were involved in the siege … and more power to all those flower people in Martin Place.