The most common form of fallacy, in the broad sense of that term, is a statement that the premises of an argument lead to a conclusion that they do not.  The conclusion simply does not follow from the premises.  The Latin term is non sequitur.  ‘My uncle smoked fifty a day and lived until he was ninety – when he got hit by a bulldozer.  Therefore, I can smoke the same amount without impairing my health.’

If I criticise the present government of Ireland, that act alone cannot establish that I have an irrational prejudice against Irish people at large – especially those people claiming to be Irish at the other end of the world.  That would be an obvious non sequitur.

But if Irish people in Australia accused me of such irrational prejudice against all Irish people on that basis, and no other evidence, I would resent that very much. 

And that resentment would be much greater if those making this untenable charge – because that is what it is – are plainly not stupid, but hold positions of responsibility and power.  (On a bad day, they may even get the sobriquet of being ‘influencers’, people who are rarely seen without a smart phone or podcast mike in their hands.)  I would regard this false charge from such a source as malicious. 

What do I mean by malice in this conduct?  In the words of Justice Holmes, ‘harm to another person was intended to come of it, and … such harm was desired for its own sake as an end in itself.’

The risk then is that a false charge against me has led to my having an adverse opinion of at least some Irish people.  And this might then be urged to support a claim that I had an irrational prejudice against Irish people at large.  And so, a false statement gets what some call ‘traction’, and this rolling ball can gather plenty of moss.

People can have their own views about the bearing of this analogy on the current discussion surrounding suggestions put forward by the Special Envoy to Combat Antisemitism.  The lady is obviously one of outstanding credentials and honours.  She is one of the most privileged people in Australia, one who could attract the ear of government – or, if you prefer, call on our government to hear her voice.  Her Wikipedia entry is a trainline of civic adornment and government recognition in the Sydney Establishment.  University Medal.  Harvard.  Associate to High Court Judge.  Partner of the Sydney Establishment law firm.  Director of a bank.  Officer of ASIC, member of the Opera board, and other quangos.  Order of Australia.  As elite as it is possible to get in Oz, she would be as far removed from Old Jack out the back of Yuendemu as any person, white or black, in this Commonwealth.

And at least two things seem clear about the envoy. 

First, someone of this training and experience would be quite incapable of committing the non sequiturs that I have referred to above.

Secondly, we are asked to accept that those as elite as their envoy are in need of protection over and above that afforded by our laws and governance to identifiable minority groups who do not have the same political clout or economic heft.

And even this discussion seems both petty and insensitive when we reflect on the inexpressible horror of events in the Holy Land that have led it to it.  Is it not the case that a whole ocean of ink cannot wash away the stain left by one lost child?

But, still, in what sense is the lady an ‘envoy’ – a title certainly denied to the people of Old Jack? 

If I look at the Shorter English Oxford Dictionary, I find ‘A public minister sent by one sovereign or government to another for the transaction of diplomatic business’ and ‘An agent, commissioner, deputy, messenger, representative.’ 

Surely neither party contemplated the kind of separation in our community that those terms would suggest.  Do the people the envoy was appointed to represent really want to be seen to be that different to other Australians?  Should I be looking at my friends of Irish or Jewish descent as being somehow different to me – branded, even?  Do Albanian or Anglican Australians see themselves as separated from the rest of us by race or at all?  Outside of the First Nations, does human pedigree somehow count in my country?

I will look later at some issues arising from the appointment of this envoy and her recommendations to the government that appointed her.  The only thing I wish to say of it now is that both the appointment and her advice seem to me to be predicated on the proposition that events in the history of one race of people may entitle or even require a government to treat all people who belong to that race differently as a matter of law to people of other races. 

That in my view is a proposition that is as pernicious as it is baseless.  And I fear it will generate real resentment and cause just the kind of grief and stress that the creators of the office of envoy sought to contain.

Trying to deal with Australians who are seen by some to be different is not, then, this Prime Minister’s strong suit.  He is in my view honest and well meaning, but this is his second gutser in the tricky realm of race in Australia.  Honesty may be necessary, but it is not sufficient, and the old saying remains true – the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Well, at least some Australians may get some light relief from reflecting that those who support the appointment and the work of the envoy include a lot of those political and press warriors who spend so much time banging on about elites, identity politics (the tendency of people in a group to forge exclusive alliances), virtue signaling, or giving our First Nations people a Voice recognized in the Constitution – because, wait for it, it would be ‘divisive’ in the Australian community!

And then we could look at those people whom the envoy was appointed to represent, and ask how many people of, say, Aboriginal, Chinese, Arab, or Muslim descent or connection have risen to the same commanding heights as her lot in in the professions, business or government of Australia – or even just attained common garden membership of the Melbourne Club or Royal Melbourne Golf Club.

Events, dear boy, events – are what keep our weather cocks turning in the wind. 

Race – racism – Special Envoy.