The first angry young men?

When I saw the film Look Back in Anger, I did not know who was steamier – Richard Burton or Mary Ure (who is for some the hottest woman ever to appear on the screen).  The film had a great line about the hero marrying above his station: ‘Alison’s mummy and I took one look at each other and from then on the age of chivalry was dead.’  (God could not have improved on that line for Richard Burton to spit out.)

The reaction to Jimmy Dean in Rebel Without a Cause was very different, because of circumstances about the actor’s life and death.  (The movie is now nearly 70 years old, and the word ‘understated’ does not come readily to mind; Natalie Wood has an eery and disturbing innocence; she and the lead would become star-crossed lovers in death.)

These movies defined a generation, much as The Graduate would do for a future generation.  And the difference between generations is common to both films, as old as the bible.  In the American film, there is a conscious personal failure and betrayal in the parents, but in both it is the double standards that makes the young men so angry.  It is the hypocrisy.

The most popular play Shakespeare produced features two very angry young men.  And, Boy, are Hamlet and Laertes both angry at the hypocrisy of their parents!

Hamlet is outraged – to the point of contemplating suicide – that within a month of his father’s death, his mother has married the brother.  That is too close for many, and too fast for most. 

Marrying the widow of your brother was tricky back then.  The play was first performed in the year Queen Elizabeth I died.  Her father split the nation and all of Christendom after a dispute about his marriage to the widow of his brother.  The queen had had to assent to the execution of Mary Queen of Scots, whose husband was murdered in a very loud Scottish fashion, after which Mary promptly married the suspected murderer. 

This kind of closeness of kin – a word in the first line that Hamlet utters – was therefore a hot topic for Elizabethan audiences.  It is not surprising that a form of the word ‘incest’ appears five times within the play – each time laced with arsenic.  It almost drives Hamlet truly mad – he refers to the incestuous sheets ‘and the rank sweat of an enseamèd bed’ – and other lines that would have made Freud’s eyes light up.  At one point, the young man says Claudius has ‘whored’ his mother.  Well, that may be short of what Orestes did to his mum, but not much else.

When Hamlet feigns madness, his mother, Gertrude, puts it down to her ‘o’erhasty marriage.’

Hamlet is the heir to the throne – at least he is now.  Laertes is the son of a prominent courtier, Polonius.  Polonius holds a position in the Danish court that is the equivalent of prime minister or head of the Privy Council.  But he is old, mediocre, and a caricature of the wordy and useless counsellor.  He is humbug made flesh.  And since he functions to let the audience let off steam at his verbose pomposity, he is expendable – and he is expended. 

After Hamlet kills him in the hot blood that he had been craving, he calls the dead man ‘a foolish prating knave’ – and then ‘lugs the guts’ into a neighbour’s room.

Both young men have been out of the country.  Hamlet is studying in Germany.  It is not clear what Laertes is doing in France, although he is impressing the locals with the rapier, and his father thinks he will favour the then red-light area in Paris. 

But their home life is not such as to keep them in Denmark.  Each goes through a crisis in a young man’s rite of passage – and psychologists tell us that young men tend not to mature until their late twenties.

So, there is a lot going on in the mind of this young university student – well before his father’s ghost tells him that he was murdered by his brother, and then asks Hamlet to avenge him.

But there is another case of shrieking hypocrisy from both Polonius and Laertes.  Hamlet is fond of Ophelia, the daughter of Polonius.  She says he has professed his love, and Hamlet says at least twice that he did love her, in circumstances where there is no reason to doubt his word. 

And there is a puritanical streak in the young man that suggests that the courting has not got beyond just that.  (My recollection is that Branagh had a different view, that would have put the Edwardians like Bradley into a spin.)

But Laertes takes it upon himself to warn his sister off her suitor.  In a speech that suggests he has been infected by his dad’s warbling, he warns her against opening her ‘chaste treasure’ to his ‘unmastered importunity.’  That leads her to respond that Laertes is not one ‘like a puffed and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads.’  Deuce.

But Polonius puts his paternal foot down, because he can, and orders his daughter to break off with her troubled boyfriend.  And then two scenes later, Polonius commissions a stooge to spy on Laertes and see what brothels he goes to, if he ‘shows a savageness in unreclaimed blood.’  (The scene in the Branagh film between Richard Briers and Gerard Depardieu is worth the price of admission – Gallic incredulity at this preposterous old Dane: and the great scene stealer is upstaged by the Frenchman in the shortest role in the play.) 

Then Ophelia comes to tell her father that Hamlet is even worse, and has now fouled his stockings.  And that silly old hypocrite can’t wait to tell his king that this is ‘the very ecstasy of love.’

It is of the essence of the lightweight to crave being near the centre of the action – even while remaining at best useless.

Hamlet feigned madness.  After being rejected by Hamlet, who then kills her father, Ophelia goes truly mad – and does kill herself.  The author correctly believes that he has done enough by now to be allowed to show us his bawdy side again, as Ophelia in madness gets down to tin tacks.

Young men will do’t, if they come to’t;
By cock, they are to blame.
Quoth she, before you tumbled me,
You promised me to wed.
So would I ha’ done, by yonder sun,
An thou hadst not come to my bed.

These young men are justly angry at their forebears.  The reference to The Graduate  suggests that if you wanted a really sultry Gertrude, you could have done a lot worse than Anne Bancroft.  But the performance by David Tenant and Penny Downie is in my view at least as wrenching as that of Kenneth Branagh and Julie Christie in the Branagh film. 

If act two of Tosca is for many the most electrifying scene in opera, then for my taste it is overtaken on the stage by the scene between the hero and his mother in Hamlet.  It takes your breath away in a manner beyond even James Dean and Richard Burton.  It is I think the most performed play of all, and there are reasons for that.  Greg Doran thought it was a thriller, and his RSC production was just that.

And this being theatre, we can leave it to the gods of theatre to tell us how Laertes and Claudius expected to get away with their plot to murder Hamlet in public – a fit young man dies after a band-aid nick at the hands of an incensed young swordsman, who has the lives of two members of his family to avenge – in a play about just that.

The first angry young men?

When I saw the film Look Back in Anger, I did not know who was steamier – Richard Burton or Mary Ure (who is for some the hottest woman ever to appear on the screen).  The film had a great line about the hero marrying above his station: ‘Alison’s mummy and I took one look at each other and from then on the age of chivalry was dead.’  (God could not have improved on that line for Richard Burton to spit out.)

The reaction to Jimmy Dean in Rebel Without a Cause was very different, because of circumstances about the actor’s life and death.  (The movie is now nearly 70 years old, and the word ‘understated’ does not come readily to mind; Natalie Wood has an eery and disturbing innocence; she and the lead would become star-crossed lovers in death.)

These movies defined a generation, much as The Graduate would do for a future generation.  And the difference between generations is common to both films, as old as the bible.  In the American film, there is a conscious personal failure and betrayal in the parents, but in both it is the double standards that makes the young men so angry.  It is the hypocrisy.

The most popular play Shakespeare produced features two very angry young men.  And, Boy, are Hamlet and Laertes both angry at the hypocrisy of their parents!

Hamlet is outraged – to the point of contemplating suicide – that within a month of his father’s death, his mother has married the brother.  That is too close for many, and too fast for most. 

Marrying the widow of your brother was tricky back then.  The play was first performed in the year Queen Elizabeth I died.  Her father split the nation and all of Christendom after a dispute about his marriage to the widow of his brother.  The queen had had to assent to the execution of Mary Queen of Scots, whose husband was murdered in a very loud Scottish fashion, after which Mary promptly married the suspected murderer. 

This kind of closeness of kin – a word in the first line that Hamlet utters – was therefore a hot topic for Elizabethan audiences.  It is not surprising that a form of the word ‘incest’ appears five times within the play – each time laced with arsenic.  It almost drives Hamlet truly mad – he refers to the incestuous sheets ‘and the rank sweat of an enseamèd bed’ – and other lines that would have made Freud’s eyes light up.  At one point, the young man says Claudius has ‘whored’ his mother.  Well, that may be short of what Orestes did to his mum, but not much else.

When Hamlet feigns madness, his mother, Gertrude, puts it down to her ‘o’erhasty marriage.’

Hamlet is the heir to the throne – at least he is now.  Laertes is the son of a prominent courtier, Polonius.  Polonius holds a position in the Danish court that is the equivalent of prime minister or head of the Privy Council.  But he is old, mediocre, and a caricature of the wordy and useless counsellor.  He is humbug made flesh.  And since he functions to let the audience let off steam at his verbose pomposity, he is expendable – and he is expended. 

After Hamlet kills him in the hot blood that he had been craving, he calls the dead man ‘a foolish prating knave’ – and then ‘lugs the guts’ into a neighbour’s room.

Both young men have been out of the country.  Hamlet is studying in Germany.  It is not clear what Laertes is doing in France, although he is impressing the locals with the rapier, and his father thinks he will favour the then red-light area in Paris. 

But their home life is not such as to keep them in Denmark.  Each goes through a crisis in a young man’s rite of passage – and psychologists tell us that young men tend not to mature until their late twenties.

So, there is a lot going on in the mind of this young university student – well before his father’s ghost tells him that he was murdered by his brother, and then asks Hamlet to avenge him.

But there is another case of shrieking hypocrisy from both Polonius and Laertes.  Hamlet is fond of Ophelia, the daughter of Polonius.  She says he has professed his love, and Hamlet says at least twice that he did love her, in circumstances where there is no reason to doubt his word. 

And there is a puritanical streak in the young man that suggests that the courting has not got beyond just that.  (My recollection is that Branagh had a different view, that would have put the Edwardians like Bradley into a spin.)

But Laertes takes it upon himself to warn his sister off her suitor.  In a speech that suggests he has been infected by his dad’s warbling, he warns her against opening her ‘chaste treasure’ to his ‘unmastered importunity.’  That leads her to respond that Laertes is not one ‘like a puffed and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads.’  Deuce.

But Polonius puts his paternal foot down, because he can, and orders his daughter to break off with her troubled boyfriend.  And then two scenes later, Polonius commissions a stooge to spy on Laertes and see what brothels he goes to, if he ‘shows a savageness in unreclaimed blood.’  (The scene in the Branagh film between Richard Briers and Gerard Depardieu is worth the price of admission – Gallic incredulity at this preposterous old Dane: and the great scene stealer is upstaged by the Frenchman in the shortest role in the play.) 

Then Ophelia comes to tell her father that Hamlet is even worse, and has now fouled his stockings.  And that silly old hypocrite can’t wait to tell his king that this is ‘the very ecstasy of love.’

It is of the essence of the lightweight to crave being near the centre of the action – even while remaining at best useless.

Hamlet feigned madness.  After being rejected by Hamlet, who then kills her father, Ophelia goes truly mad – and does kill herself.  The author correctly believes that he has done enough by now to be allowed to show us his bawdy side again, as Ophelia in madness gets down to tin tacks.

Young men will do’t, if they come to’t;
By cock, they are to blame.
Quoth she, before you tumbled me,
You promised me to wed.
So would I ha’ done, by yonder sun,
An thou hadst not come to my bed.

These young men are justly angry at their forebears.  The reference to The Graduate  suggests that if you wanted a really sultry Gertrude, you could have done a lot worse than Anne Bancroft.  But the performance by David Tenant and Penny Downie is in my view at least as wrenching as that of Kenneth Branagh and Julie Christie in the Branagh film. 

If act two of Tosca is for many the most electrifying scene in opera, then for my taste it is overtaken on the stage by the scene between the hero and his mother in Hamlet.  It takes your breath away in a manner beyond even James Dean and Richard Burton.  It is I think the most performed play of all, and there are reasons for that.  Greg Doran thought it was a thriller, and his RSC production was just that.

And this being theatre, we can leave it to the gods of theatre to tell us how Laertes and Claudius expected to get away with their plot to murder Hamlet in public – a fit young man dies after a band-aid nick at the hands of an incensed young swordsman, who has the lives of two members of his family to avenge – in a play about just that.

Libel actions then and now

And the courage to accept responsibility

A Polish doctor named Dering sued the author Leon Uris over a passage in the novel Exodus.  An account of the trial is in the book Auschwitz in England (MacGibbon and Kee, 1965). 

It was written by two members of the English Bar who were law reporters.  We are told that the record in the book was not based on a verbatim written transcript, but presumably the notes of the reporters.  (I don’t think the English had transcripts for murder trials then.  I don’t know if they do now.  The fly note to the book says that one reporter covered appeals and ‘other jury trials where rapid note-taking is useful.’  The other reporter did a line in philately.)

The passage in the book sued upon referred to a German doctor at Auschwitz using ‘women as guinea-pigs’ and said that Dering, the name being spelt wrongly, had ‘performed seventeen thousand experiments in surgery without anaesthetic.’

The writ issued in December 1962.  The Statement of Claim covered a couple of pages.  So did the Defence delivered in February 1963.  But the details of the plea of truth – ‘particulars of justification’ in the jargon – cover about three pages in the book. 

The printers gave an apology in open court in May 1963.  It looks like there were many arguments about issues of procedure – what lawyers call pleadings and discovery – although the book does not refer to any rulings by the court prior to trial. 

(Pleadings are court documents where each side sets out the material facts alleged.  They were developed over centuries and meant to formulate issues to go the jury.  They have become very bloated and too often don’t help the court reach a decision.  Discovery is a process started in the Chancery, not common law, division of the courts.  You have to produce every document that might bear on the case.  With the internet, the result can be a blizzard, and a gravy train for the lawyers.  It puts clients in a hard place and most of their lawyers in a harder place.  You don’t get thanked for telling your client they must do something that will destroy their case.)

The publishers admitted the publication, and that it was defamatory, but said that with some exceptions, what was said of Dering in one short paragraph in a long novel was true.  They gave details which had to be supplemented when further evidence, including a vital hospital register, was uncovered.  The ruling on that issue is reported.

The case came on for hearing before a London jury in April 1964.  The trial ran for 18 sitting days.  That was then a very long trial in England.  No witness gave evidence in English except for four English expert witnesses.  There were problems with the interpreters. 

The summing up of the judge took five hours.  The jury came back in less than three hours with a derisory verdict for the plaintiff of a ha’penny. 

There was then an argument about costs because of the lowness of that amount, and a prior offer of settlement by a payment into court.  That was of course determined on the spot in one of the two reported rulings of one or two pages.  The trial was over.  Judgment was entered a little over a day after the conclusion of the evidence and addresses to the jury.

Dering, the plaintiff, and his lawyers must have known that he was playing with fire, because the Home Office had held him in prison for nineteen months while they looked at whether he should face war crimes charges.  In a civil action, he would have to give evidence, and his accusers would face a lower standard of proof.

The trial involved harrowing evidence from victims of what the judge described as ‘the greatest crime that has ever been committed’.  There were serious issues of fact and morals.  

Dering’s case was that as a prisoner he had no option but to do what he did – such as castrating men without anaesthetic.  In opening the case, counsel for the plaintiff said that in Auschwitz, if you were ordered to carry out an operation, you did so, or you got ‘bumped off’.  He said the defence was Alice in Wonderland – it was like saying ‘You may not have committed murder, but you were involved in a brawl.’ 

Apart from issues of fact, there were real issues about duress and superior orders.  That led to the judge referring to Aristotle and St Augustine in his summing up.

The judge told the jury that the trial was not a war crimes trial – but in substance it was. 

The witnesses wanted anonymity.  The judge told the court ‘as one of Her Majesty’s judges’ that he would be appalled if the Press published identities of witnesses, and the Press box gave the defence solicitors a note saying that they would preserve witness anonymity.  That was that.

Counsel discussed with the judge how the jury should be instructed.  The authors say: ‘Lord Gardiner said that he was very anxious that nothing now submitted by him should tempt the Judge to give any direction which might be open to question on appeal, for the long-term interest of both parties was that this case should finish at this trial – a retrial would be a tragedy for both sides.’ 

The judge said that he had read all the cases on coercion and that the law was ‘astonishingly vague’.  He said he would just tell the jury that duress was no answer to murder and that was that.  The case was reported just on two procedural issues.  It decided no issue of new substantive law.

So, here were the leaders of the profession acting professionally and sensibly to avoid having their clients fall down a man-hole if they could decently achieve that result.  In other words, here we see professional people acting professionally. 

I am finding it hard to recall seeing that here recently.  Doubtless it goes on still – but not, I think, as often as it should.  We do after all owe obligations to the court – and to the public and to common sense and decency.

Mr Duncan QC opened the case to the jury for about four hours.  Dering’s evidence in chief took five hours.  Lord Gardiner QC’s cross-examination lasted seven hours. 

The evidence of Dering did not start well.  The judge asked him if ‘you are satisfied that you have taken the oath in a manner that is binding’.  Dering replied that it did not matter as he was a Christian and a Catholic.  To which the judge said ‘You had better be sworn properly.  Take the Douai version.’

I have not gone into any detail about the issues of fact.  They arose from evidence of the most horrifying crimes imaginable.   And it is impossible to imagine a jury having to determine more complex and more vital and stomach-turning issues. 

The judge reminded them that they were talking about what happened in Auschwitz in 1943, not London in 1964.  Although some doctors had avoided doing that kind of surgery at Auschwitz, the ordinary person was not and did not aspire to be a saint. 

Lord Gardiner had argued that Dering was wrong to do what he did and that fear was no excuse.  The judge said the jury should decide how the average man could be expected to behave under those conditions, and that he could not give them guidance about morals.  But he said Lord Gardiner was undoubtedly right in saying that people had to take a stand at some time and say ‘I will die rather than do this’.  And I think one doctor said he would have committed suicide rather than carry out one form of order.

Leading and junior counsel for Dering became the authors of the new leading text on defamation, Duncan and Neill.  (It was a very lucid text on a fraught subject.)  Lord Gardiner would become Lord Chancellor.  He was one of those ineffably urbane English silks.  (They were slower in handing out silk then.  It took Duncan from 1928 to 1963, and Lord Gardiner from 1925 to 1948).

Lord Gardiner was said by the authors to have ‘no histrionic tricks’.  Well, he certainly had a sense of theatre.  He was cross-examining Dering about what had passed between him and another doctor, whom he (Dering) knew Gardiner would be calling, and a victim.  Dering replied that that doctor had been out to get him.  Lord Gardiner said that he was not just relying on that doctor, but that, while looking behind him to the body of the court, he was relying on the evidence of the victim – who was sitting behind him. 

Lord Gardiner later called a French woman doctor.  He asked whether she had refused to carry out certain operations because to do so would have put her in breach of her Hippocratic Oath.  She said she had.  The next question, without a pause and in the same voice, was: ‘Were you shot?’

Finally, when the jury retired at 11.15 am, the authors inform us that the judge, Mr Justice Lawton, began hearing the next case in his list.  It was a jury action for libel in which a mail order company and its managing director sued a newspaper.  His Lordship interrupted that hearing when the jury came back at 2.30 pm.  He then heard and determined the issue of costs.  No cases were cited in that argument.  The ruling on this ‘difficult problem’ is reported at [1964] 2 WLR 1298.  His Lordship then went on with the next libel action that went for a week and where the plaintiff got up to the tune of £15,000.

Lord Denning wrote a Foreword to the book (about two years before I, in awe, met his Lordship).  He concluded: ‘Many are the Reports of State Trials or Famous Trials.  None will have greater interest or importance than this trial of the libel action Dering v Uris and Others.

Well, they certainly did things differently there back then.

About ten years after the London libel trial, I did my first jury trial here in Melbourne.  The ANZ had bounced a cheque drawn by a caravan park business.  The business was run by a company controlled by a retired copper.  Gavan Griffith, KC, who is a mate, had given elegant advice to sue, but he was not available for the trial in the County Court. 

It was my first libel action, and appearance before a jury, and I spent about a week boning up on the law.  The bank, represented by my old firm Blakes, had taken every defence under the sun, including truth – except for qualified privilege, where there was an old Full Court authority against me staring me straight in the face.  Then there was the sad fact that the company was in essence defunct – damages might be nil, if indeed the action was competent at all.  There are problems about acting for someone who is dead.

Well, I took robust ethical advice on each of those issues.  The bank was competently represented and could plead its own case, and make its own inquiries, and I had a brief to appear for a corporation delivered by a respectable firm of solicitors.  I was very nervous, but we got through, and we got a verdict – for the sum of $500 – on the second day.  The ex-copper was happy, and so was I.

I thought we were OK when I concluded my opening to the jury by saying that the bank was not content just to bounce the cheque – they charged our account for the privilege as well.  Two of the jurors gave me very knowing looks. 

The charge of the judge to the jury was novel – possibly because he did it in reliance on a text that looked at least half a century out of date.  Well, we are talking of events about half a century ago.

The damages were not high, but $500 was the start of the second rung of costs in the County Court scales then.  I think that I could then charge about $140 for the two days in court and the week’s preparation (learning the law).  That was something of a bonus back then.

After that, defamation became about one third of my practice, and I was retained to act for the ABC. 

About ten years later, they got sued after a member of a teachers’ union in a bitter industrial dispute said it was little wonder that the plaintiffs had been described as ‘Quislings’.  But the plaintiffs had described others as ‘white ants’.  The common law allows a tit for tat defence, and the plaintiffs folded on about day three. 

The ABC had retained senior counsel and my role was limited to doing the pleadings – and cross-examining one witness.  That was not hard.  ‘This was an ugly industrial brawl, and if you called someone a white ant, what sort of response would you expect?’

Some years later, the ABC got sued by an Australian sporting hero for saying he had built a training facility on toxic ground.  I was then a partner in a law firm.  I briefed the current Commonwealth Attorney -General to lead counsel who is now a senior appellate judge.  We thought it was not much of a libel at all and that it was in substance true.

The policy of the ABC then, which I had a part in forming, was to fight such cases, particularly if they involved a public figure.  But the judge did not like Aunty at all, and we were kicking into a gale.  The jury gave the plaintiff the Victorian record in damages – reduced on appeal.  I think I may still hold the record after the states caved into the press and capped the damages a jury could award.

Well, win some, lose some.  With, I am sorry, your money in this case.

About ten years later, I went back to the Bar, in about 2002, and my time was limited to running tribunals, and advising on defamation, and in mediating actions. 

I rarely enjoyed that.  I thought that a lot – possibly most – of the libel actions should never have been started.  Too many degenerated into an ugly and demeaning squabble about how to divide very meagre spoils.  Neither side was happy.  And both had good reason to be very unhappy.

Well – how do things stand now?

Before looking at that, I may say that I appeared in the Federal Court about forty years ago to ask the court to order trial by jury.  That right, I submitted, was close to being a constitutional right because of legislation going back to Fox’s Libel Act 1792 in England (32 Geo III, c 60) and the role of the jury in the history of England and its law. 

I can still recall the look on the face of Justice Northrop when I said that Sir Owen Dixon had directed a jury in a murder case in that very courtroom.   (We were in the old High Court building in Melbourne.)  The application failed handsomely.  (It was reported somewhere, but I cannot now find it.  I think I was for GTV 9.) 

The Federal Court was not created to hear common law claims traditionally heard before a jury, and it is not equipped to do so.  But our legal history, both here and in England, is replete with stories about forum shopping and downright turf wars.  They just happen.  They are utterly unbecoming and they obviously detract from the popular assessment of our judicial system.  If the judges cannot get their act together, what’s the reaction to them of the Storm supporters in what is no longer called the outer?

Now for the present.

In November 2017, a Murdoch tabloid, which Wikipedia says a 2013 review found to be the least trusted newspaper in Australia, published grubby allegations about the behaviour of the actor Geoffrey Rush toward a young woman actor – who was not the cause of the publication. 

Mr Rush sued for libel in the Federal Court.  It is now the preferred mode of trial for those who do not want to face the people in the form of a jury.  (And there are no prizes for guessing who they are.  There was more than schadenfreude going around when one MP, Peter Dutton, who is said to be very wealthy, came a gutser, and had a very modest award of damages overturned on appeal – all in the Federal Court.)

Had this actor behaved ‘inappropriately’?  There look to have been at least nine separate rulings by the court outside of the trial.  The trial lasted 15 sitting days – three less than Dering v Uris.  The judge referred to ‘recklessly irresponsible pieces of sensationalist journalism of the very worst kind’ in a written judgment published five months later.  It runs to 229 pages.  The summary looks to be about five times the length of the two reported decisions in Dering.  It looks like more than 100 hundred cases were cited in argument – including four prior rulings in that case, so giving us a premonition of perpetual motion.  And that has an almost Californian flavour to it.

The perpetual problem with suing for libel is that the cure may be a lot worse than the disease.  It inevitably entails so much protected repetition of the libel. 

You look at some cases and say: ‘Well, there can here be no winner´- whatever that means in this context.  Could the award of any amount of money dissolve the stigma that must inevitably attach to someone copping the blaze of adverse publicity that Geoffrey Rush got? 

As a general rule, it is very unusual for any successful plaintiff who wins a huge award of damages to think that they are as well off as if the wrong had never been inflicted on them in the first place.  The law very rarely makes people whole after a wrong has been done to them.

The inevitable shortfall is just worse in defamation cases.  And that’s why I spent a lot of my professional life advising people, especially those with any sort of public profile, to just take a powder and get on with your life – and stay away from such battle grounds.  Among other things, you should not expose yourself to the risk of a judge having a go at you.  Very publicly.  And with no right of reply.

And it is not just the parties who can take a hiding.  The findings against the credit of the woman actor in this case are the saddest case of collateral damage I have seen in a forensic contest.  Opinions might differ on whether they were necessary or desirable in this case, but they just would not have happened in a jury action.  (And I am glad that the young lady has not just survived – her career has taken a stellar leap.  She can now keep company with the best of them.  And good luck to her.)

Well, if the Rush case was a landslide, the Roberts-Smith case is an earthquake.  If ever there was a case where there could be no real winner, this is it.  And there are two certain and inevitable losers – the Australian army and the Australian people. 

Guerrilla wars involving foreign invaders have led to the worst of war horrors since Goya documented them in the Spanish war that gave birth to the term.  And the murder charges have now begun for our involvement in one of them.  The nation has been expressly advised that we face very bleak times. 

Which surprises no one who thought that we should never have been anywhere near what is said to be the scene of the crimes.  Those horrors were not just foreseeable but inevitable – and in the way of things, those guilty of sending our young men into these horrors will not stand beside them in the dock.

I will not rehearse the issues, and I will leave to God the question of whether they are graver than those in Dering v Uris.  But what I might call the house-keeping details are horrifying in themselves. 

I am told the following.  The Statement of Claim runs for 136 pages.  The Defence was only 27 pages.  53 witness statements were filed.  Forty witnesses were called.  There were 38 interim decisions.  The trial ran for 110 sitting days.  That’s six times the length of Dering v Uris.  The media put a figure of $25,000,000 for costs all up.  The judgment may be the size of War and Peace. 

That kind of forensic carnage mirrors the military horror seen in All Quiet on the Western Front.

Finally, we have the risible if not the trivial.  Young Lachlan Murdoch sued a newspaper for libel.  Most people in Australia, and Europe, see the U S as a wreck because of what Trump did to the nation, and they regard the Murdoch family as responsible for putting Trump there through the agency of the vile Fox News.  

That entity sought to defend a libel action in the U S.  It maintained that the Bill of Rights allowed it to peddle lies it knows to be false.  The evidence that was before the court indicated that it did this to maintain its ratings.  That is to say, Fox News spread lies for profit.  So, the Murdoch family were admitting that they disseminate falsehood and spread conflict in the nation for money. 

And if they were right that the First Amendment protected them, then the Americans have matched the constitutional achievement of the French after 1789 by inserting in the constitution a licence to blow it up, and U S jurists are further off the rails than we ever thought.

The Murdoch family caved and settled the U S action – for obvious reasons.  The settlement is an implicit admission of liability.  Then Lachlan ran up the white flag in his.  In accordance with custom, they all lied about the wind-downs. 

In those circumstances, a libel action by a member of that family in this country against a newspaper that does not have the benefit of the U S Bill of Rights was truly something of wonder.  In my view, it should have been sent to the Magistrates’ Court with an indication that it could be fixed for hearing within a fortnight.  And allowing only a day or two for the hearing.

Instead, there were visits for rulings in the Federal Court.  The last version of the Statement of Claim exceeded 50 pages.  The current version of the Defence was getting longer.  The press said it would be challenged before the hearing. 

And the likelihood is that Fox will continue as before because it is a financial prisoner of its own base.  Trump keeps his base in tow.  Fox’s base keeps it in line.  Charming.

And ordinary people with real grievances have trouble getting heard.  And they know that justice delayed is justice denied.  And this dreadful case, and aspects of the Roberts-Smith case, suggest that the Federal Court has become a playground, or sand-pit, for the bitchy rich.  And the little Aussie battler lives on in the penumbra of the cause of death attributed to Dylan Thomas – ‘Insult to the brain.’

Let me go back to the case I started with, and the cases I was involved in before 1986. 

There were clear ways back then where a lawyer could have been declared to be mad.  One would have been to say that a party could have procured a denial of the right of another party to trial by a jury in a libel action. 

A surer way would have been to assert that all the evidence should be reduced to prepared witness statements in advance of the hearing.  Or that the pleadings should be anything like those referred to above, or that judges sitting alone should devote page after page in their judgment to the issue of the credit of one witness.  (On my reading of the Rush decision, more than seventy pages of the judgment was taken up in a consideration  of the evidence of one witness.)

My training in pleading was done on the job.  Say, thirty years or so.  Sir Daryl Dawson, and Justices T W Smith and Ormiston, introduced me to the technique.  It led me to the view, which I still hold, that a Statement of Claim that exceeds three A4 pages suggests prima facie that the claim has real problems.  And in libel actions, the same conclusion would be open if the imputations exceeded, say, four of about one and a half lines each.

I suspect that the authors of these epic judgments share another failing.  They take time off to compile them.  This is like telling someone not to speed and then handing them the keys to a Ferrari.  Or we might say that it has done to judgments what time charging has done to lawyers’ fees.  And times.

The obsession with court management, directions hearings, and endless paper warfare dates back to the mid-eighties.  It has blown times and costs to Kingdom Come.  And just think – so very long ago, 800 years or so, our ancestors got the king to promise not to sell, deny or delay justice.

One division of the Victorian AAT that started in 1985 was far less august than Her Majesty’s judges.  It banned directions hearings and witness statements, and actively discouraged any proliferation of paper.  It promised and delivered decisions within six weeks of referral.  Its President addressed a conference at the university in the A C T.  He commenced his remarks saying: ‘I come from Victoria – where we write our judgments at night.’  It was always the federal people who had more pull on the public purse.

The jury is integral to the common law model of adversarial litigation.  Its premises of our democracy of government by the people are simple.  People come together to elect people to make the laws and a smaller number of people are called on to say if a law has been broken. 

A common law trial is not a pursuit of truth by many means.  It follows the Maitland model of the cricket umpire.  The judge, with or without a jury, responds to the question ‘How’s that?’ 

In a civil suit, the answer is found by asking which of the two sides has the stronger case.  When I did ‘crash and bash’ cases in the early 1970’s, the sensible magistrates simply said ‘On balance, I think their version is a bit more probable than yours.  Can you prepare the costs orders?’  That was that.  We all know that only God knows what actually happened.

With the shift to a process that is managed by the judge from the start, often with many pretrial applications, and mountains of paper that just keep getting larger as the technological revolution runs in sync with the judicial evolution, we can see a shift from the adversarial to the inquisitorial model.  This was neither foreseen nor planned.  But it is fundamental.

About fifteen years, I ran into a Federal Court judge on the train one Monday morning.  He was weighed down by two very heavy pilot cases full of documents.  He was starting a long trial that morning – and he had spent most of the weekend reading all that suff.  I did not ask why.  There are plenty of good judges – including Lord Denning – who would say that all that preparation was not just unnecessary, but harmful.  Why not leave it to counsel to present their cases?  That is what the trial is supposed to be about.  (In the Auschwitz case, the judge told counsel he had looked at the pleadings.  It would not have taken his Lordship long to have done so.)

The result commonly is that the judges tend to just sit it out.  So many cases finally collapse under what Gibbon referred to as the weight of their ‘own stupendous fabric’.  Or we get a book-length decision which has no resemblance to a jury verdict, but every resemblance to the report of a royal commission.  And the royal promise not to deny or delay justice is routinely violated before our eyes.

One other result is that we have swathes of lawyers who have little idea of how to conduct a common law trial – because they have done so little of it.  Counsel spend most of their lives sitting behind a desk and taking part in the paper wars.  They rarely get on their feet in scraps in court.  That’s not how Neil McPhee, Jeff Sher or Alan Archibald mastered their technique and achieved their superiority at the Bar.

And how many members of the Bar now are as comfortable in the High Court as they are before a jury?  (Well, I had misgivings before both.  But I was convinced that that huge temple in Canberra was built to frighten lawyers, and it did just that to me.)

When I did a summer school at Harvard about twenty years ago, the lecturer said that so few class actions got to trial that people did not know how to run them.  That seemed to me then to be the case with us across the board.  And people are taking that lack of experience with them all the way to the bench.  And with their promotions. 

And, as Kurt Vonnegut said, so it goes.

Another result is that very few counsel can cross-examine now.  Rather, what you get is counsel standing in front of piles of documents extracted from the cloud under a latterday version of duress – the process of discovery comes from Chancery – giving a wry smile to the TV camera, in what they think may have been the mode of Clarence Darrow or, perhaps, Gerald Gardiner, and a look at the next victim in the witness box that says: ‘You and I are going on a journey, Sunshine.  It won’t be short.  Its object is to show you as a mug (and me as clever).’ 

Now, I well understand how the new generation looks with justified disdain at old people like me saying that things were done better in my day – but in truth they were.

There are rules about cross-examination, especially on credit, or on prior inconsistent statements, but very few lawyers now know them, and even fewer apply them.  And those rules are so important when so much of what passes for cross-examination is based on prior statements made a long time ago and recovered from the ether to the unending chagrin of the poor, frazzled witness.

And it is all made so much worse by the pernicious Chancery practice of reducing the evidence of a witness to a written statement.  I have never understood how you can avoid a confectionery of dissimulation that is as unfair to the witness as it is to the court.  All it does is to convey to the bewildered participants that going to law is a very dicey business that is above their understanding as well as their means.

Now, I do not know how many of the judges who hear defamation cases in the Federal Court have appeared before, or directed, a jury in a libel action, but I suspect it may be close to the number of those presently on the High Court who have appeared before, or directed, a jury in crime.  Which is to say – not many, if any. 

But what I do see is the vastness of the chasm that has opened up in the way we hear and determine, civil cases, and libel actions in particular since the jury gave its verdict in Dering v Uris – that is, well within my lifetime.

If it is said that these cases are too hard for juries, how did that happen?  Are they harder than in the Auschwitz trial?  Who made directing a jury as hard and fraught as it now is, so that we so often have the nightmare that Lord Gardiner, Mr Duncan, QC and the judge were so keen to avoid – an appeal and retrial?  If the general public were told of how many guilty verdicts are set aside on appeal, with directions for a retrial, such faith as they may now have in our justice system would be sorely depleted.

And while we have misgivings about the American trial system, they are way ahead of us in their faith in juries and in the cases they put before juries.  Such as Dominion v Fox, which would have led to an epic inquest here.

Another product of the tech revolution is that superior courts tend to resemble Ph D factories delivering footnoted theses that complicate things – to put it softly.  So, inferior court judges write long judgments with a view to immunising their decision from appeal – and all too often with the contrary result. 

It would be unwise to seek to disguise what I understand to be the animosity between the levels of the judiciary so sadly and snootily called ‘superior’ and ‘inferior’.  It gets worse if those below think those above them have never had to work at their coal face.  And that is too often the case.

The task of the lawyer is simpler to describe than to perform.  First, it is to identify the issues to be resolved.  As I recall it, Lord Diplock thought most cases turned on one issue.  The good lawyers are those who do that first.  The best are those who frame the issue in such a way as to satisfy the court that it is the preferred option.  And I repeat – no-one is there to mimic God.

Longevity is not inevitable in earth moving cases in our common law.  The judgment of Lord Atkin in Donoghue v Stevenson [1932] AC 562 runs for about twenty-one pages in the Law Reports.  His Lordship was sorry it was so long compared to that of Justice Cardozo on the same point.

The issues in most defamation cases are simple enough to state – although many lawyers, including me, have made a good living out of behaving as if this were not the case.

Most libel cases turn on the following, although a lot of huffing and puffing may surround them.  What did the words referring to the plaintiff mean?  In that meaning, would they cause people to think less of the plaintiff?  In that meaning, were the words true?

And those three issues are quintessential jury issues.

(May I here say something about the endless whingeing and bleating of the press about our libel laws – with which they have intimidated all state governments?  I acted on both sides and I know where the power and money lie.  It is not too much to ask of the press that if they want to hurt someone, they might at least get their facts right.  They don’t lose when they do.  And that goes for both Aunty and Rupert – and Lachlan.)

The problem for us lawyers in my view comes down to a failure of nerve. 

It is of the essence of a professional vocation that the professional has the learning and the technique – on a good day, what Sir Owen Dixon, after Maitland, described as ‘high technique’ – to determine what course it is in the best interests of the client to adopt.  And he or she also has the acquired and justified nerve to apply that decision, and prune off the extras.  We have in my view persistently underrated the need for courage in our profession.

And the result? 

Counsel do not have the nerve to deliver a statement of claim that makes the point and nothing else.  And they do the same with their witness statements, which must soon get the AI treatment, and their cross-examination.  They get so nervous that they just throw in the kitchen sink.  (In the school cadets a very long time ago, we were taught that the Bren gun was far too accurate for jungle warfare – we should prefer the Owen gun that just sprays ammo everywhere.  You just had to make sure you did not get in front of one.)  And these attitudes – these failings – are passed on, or carried by counsel to the bench.

The adversarial trial is a form of conflict derived over many centuries by the common law to resolve a prior conflict between members of the community.  It is a fight of sorts that had as one predecessor trial by battle. 

You can get very badly hurt if you go to court.  Like surgery, it is not something to be entered into lightly or ill advisedly.  People have lost their lives, their fortunes, their homes, their names, their access to their children, as the result of such trials.  And if there is a better or softer way of dealing with the underlying conflict, we have not seen one that we find favour in.

If you can’t stomach that, you are in the wrong place if you are a litigation lawyer. 

If you are, you might memorise some observations of Clausewitz in his treaty On War.  They are spot on for all of us.

War is the realm of danger; therefore, courage is the soldier’s first requirement.  Courage is of two kinds: courage in the face of personal danger, and courage to accept responsibility, either before the tribunal of some outside power or before the court of one’s own conscience …War is the realm of uncertainty …The role of determination is to limit the agonies of doubt and the perils of hesitation when the motives for inaction are inadequate…Determination proceeds from a special type of mind, a strong mind rather than a brilliant one….Presence of mind is nothing but an increased capacity of dealing with the unexpected….  Strength of character does not consist solely in having powerful feelings, but in maintaining one’s balance in spite of them.

You can assess the real need for professional people to have the ‘courage to accept responsibility’ from the resolute determination of so many in our public life to avoid having anything like it.  For example, just look at the Robodebt scandal.  No one owned up.  Not one.

We lawyers look to have forgotten all that, and we have laid waste to our heritage in just one or two generations.  And it is not only Sir Owen Dixon, Lord Denning, Lord Gardiner and F W Maitland who would have looked upon it all in horror.

Libel actions then and now

And the courage to accept responsibility

A Polish doctor named Dering sued the author Leon Uris over a passage in the novel Exodus.  An account of the trial is in the book Auschwitz in England (MacGibbon and Kee, 1965). 

It was written by two members of the English Bar who were law reporters.  We are told that the record in the book was not based on a verbatim written transcript, but presumably the notes of the reporters.  (I don’t think the English had transcripts for murder trials then.  I don’t know if they do now.  The fly note to the book says that one reporter covered appeals and ‘other jury trials where rapid note-taking is useful.’  The other reporter did a line in philately.)

The passage in the book sued upon referred to a German doctor at Auschwitz using ‘women as guinea-pigs’ and said that Dering, the name being spelt wrongly, had ‘performed seventeen thousand experiments in surgery without anaesthetic.’

The writ issued in December 1962.  The Statement of Claim covered a couple of pages.  So did the Defence delivered in February 1963.  But the details of the plea of truth – ‘particulars of justification’ in the jargon – cover about three pages in the book. 

The printers gave an apology in open court in May 1963.  It looks like there were many arguments about issues of procedure – what lawyers call pleadings and discovery – although the book does not refer to any rulings by the court prior to trial. 

(Pleadings are court documents where each side sets out the material facts alleged.  They were developed over centuries and meant to formulate issues to go the jury.  They have become very bloated and too often don’t help the court reach a decision.  Discovery is a process started in the Chancery, not common law, division of the courts.  You have to produce every document that might bear on the case.  With the internet, the result can be a blizzard, and a gravy train for the lawyers.  It puts clients in a hard place and most of their lawyers in a harder place.  You don’t get thanked for telling your client they must do something that will destroy their case.)

The publishers admitted the publication, and that it was defamatory, but said that with some exceptions, what was said of Dering in one short paragraph in a long novel was true.  They gave details which had to be supplemented when further evidence, including a vital hospital register, was uncovered.  The ruling on that issue is reported.

The case came on for hearing before a London jury in April 1964.  The trial ran for 18 sitting days.  That was then a very long trial in England.  No witness gave evidence in English except for four English expert witnesses.  There were problems with the interpreters. 

The summing up of the judge took five hours.  The jury came back in less than three hours with a derisory verdict for the plaintiff of a ha’penny. 

There was then an argument about costs because of the lowness of that amount, and a prior offer of settlement by a payment into court.  That was of course determined on the spot in one of the two reported rulings of one or two pages.  The trial was over.  Judgment was entered a little over a day after the conclusion of the evidence and addresses to the jury.

Dering, the plaintiff, and his lawyers must have known that he was playing with fire, because the Home Office had held him in prison for nineteen months while they looked at whether he should face war crimes charges.  In a civil action, he would have to give evidence, and his accusers would face a lower standard of proof.

The trial involved harrowing evidence from victims of what the judge described as ‘the greatest crime that has ever been committed’.  There were serious issues of fact and morals.  

Dering’s case was that as a prisoner he had no option but to do what he did – such as castrating men without anaesthetic.  In opening the case, counsel for the plaintiff said that in Auschwitz, if you were ordered to carry out an operation, you did so, or you got ‘bumped off’.  He said the defence was Alice in Wonderland – it was like saying ‘You may not have committed murder, but you were involved in a brawl.’ 

Apart from issues of fact, there were real issues about duress and superior orders.  That led to the judge referring to Aristotle and St Augustine in his summing up.

The judge told the jury that the trial was not a war crimes trial – but in substance it was. 

The witnesses wanted anonymity.  The judge told the court ‘as one of Her Majesty’s judges’ that he would be appalled if the Press published identities of witnesses, and the Press box gave the defence solicitors a note saying that they would preserve witness anonymity.  That was that.

Counsel discussed with the judge how the jury should be instructed.  The authors say: ‘Lord Gardiner said that he was very anxious that nothing now submitted by him should tempt the Judge to give any direction which might be open to question on appeal, for the long-term interest of both parties was that this case should finish at this trial – a retrial would be a tragedy for both sides.’ 

The judge said that he had read all the cases on coercion and that the law was ‘astonishingly vague’.  He said he would just tell the jury that duress was no answer to murder and that was that.  The case was reported just on two procedural issues.  It decided no issue of new substantive law.

So, here were the leaders of the profession acting professionally and sensibly to avoid having their clients fall down a man-hole if they could decently achieve that result.  In other words, here we see professional people acting professionally. 

I am finding it hard to recall seeing that here recently.  Doubtless it goes on still – but not, I think, as often as it should.  We do after all owe obligations to the court – and to the public and to common sense and decency.

Mr Duncan QC opened the case to the jury for about four hours.  Dering’s evidence in chief took five hours.  Lord Gardiner QC’s cross-examination lasted seven hours. 

The evidence of Dering did not start well.  The judge asked him if ‘you are satisfied that you have taken the oath in a manner that is binding’.  Dering replied that it did not matter as he was a Christian and a Catholic.  To which the judge said ‘You had better be sworn properly.  Take the Douai version.’

I have not gone into any detail about the issues of fact.  They arose from evidence of the most horrifying crimes imaginable.   And it is impossible to imagine a jury having to determine more complex and more vital and stomach-turning issues. 

The judge reminded them that they were talking about what happened in Auschwitz in 1943, not London in 1964.  Although some doctors had avoided doing that kind of surgery at Auschwitz, the ordinary person was not and did not aspire to be a saint. 

Lord Gardiner had argued that Dering was wrong to do what he did and that fear was no excuse.  The judge said the jury should decide how the average man could be expected to behave under those conditions, and that he could not give them guidance about morals.  But he said Lord Gardiner was undoubtedly right in saying that people had to take a stand at some time and say ‘I will die rather than do this’.  And I think one doctor said he would have committed suicide rather than carry out one form of order.

Leading and junior counsel for Dering became the authors of the new leading text on defamation, Duncan and Neill.  (It was a very lucid text on a fraught subject.)  Lord Gardiner would become Lord Chancellor.  He was one of those ineffably urbane English silks.  (They were slower in handing out silk then.  It took Duncan from 1928 to 1963, and Lord Gardiner from 1925 to 1948).

Lord Gardiner was said by the authors to have ‘no histrionic tricks’.  Well, he certainly had a sense of theatre.  He was cross-examining Dering about what had passed between him and another doctor, whom he (Dering) knew Gardiner would be calling, and a victim.  Dering replied that that doctor had been out to get him.  Lord Gardiner said that he was not just relying on that doctor, but that, while looking behind him to the body of the court, he was relying on the evidence of the victim – who was sitting behind him. 

Lord Gardiner later called a French woman doctor.  He asked whether she had refused to carry out certain operations because to do so would have put her in breach of her Hippocratic Oath.  She said she had.  The next question, without a pause and in the same voice, was: ‘Were you shot?’

Finally, when the jury retired at 11.15 am, the authors inform us that the judge, Mr Justice Lawton, began hearing the next case in his list.  It was a jury action for libel in which a mail order company and its managing director sued a newspaper.  His Lordship interrupted that hearing when the jury came back at 2.30 pm.  He then heard and determined the issue of costs.  No cases were cited in that argument.  The ruling on this ‘difficult problem’ is reported at [1964] 2 WLR 1298.  His Lordship then went on with the next libel action that went for a week and where the plaintiff got up to the tune of £15,000.

Lord Denning wrote a Foreword to the book (about two years before I, in awe, met his Lordship).  He concluded: ‘Many are the Reports of State Trials or Famous Trials.  None will have greater interest or importance than this trial of the libel action Dering v Uris and Others.

Well, they certainly did things differently there back then.

About ten years after the London libel trial, I did my first jury trial here in Melbourne.  The ANZ had bounced a cheque drawn by a caravan park business.  The business was run by a company controlled by a retired copper.  Gavan Griffith, KC, who is a mate, had given elegant advice to sue, but he was not available for the trial in the County Court. 

It was my first libel action, and appearance before a jury, and I spent about a week boning up on the law.  The bank, represented by my old firm Blakes, had taken every defence under the sun, including truth – except for qualified privilege, where there was an old Full Court authority against me staring me straight in the face.  Then there was the sad fact that the company was in essence defunct – damages might be nil, if indeed the action was competent at all.  There are problems about acting for someone who is dead.

Well, I took robust ethical advice on each of those issues.  The bank was competently represented and could plead its own case, and make its own inquiries, and I had a brief to appear for a corporation delivered by a respectable firm of solicitors.  I was very nervous, but we got through, and we got a verdict – for the sum of $500 – on the second day.  The ex-copper was happy, and so was I.

I thought we were OK when I concluded my opening to the jury by saying that the bank was not content just to bounce the cheque – they charged our account for the privilege as well.  Two of the jurors gave me very knowing looks. 

The charge of the judge to the jury was novel – possibly because he did it in reliance on a text that looked at least half a century out of date.  Well, we are talking of events about half a century ago.

The damages were not high, but $500 was the start of the second rung of costs in the County Court scales then.  I think that I could then charge about $140 for the two days in court and the week’s preparation (learning the law).  That was something of a bonus back then.

After that, defamation became about one third of my practice, and I was retained to act for the ABC. 

About ten years later, they got sued after a member of a teachers’ union in a bitter industrial dispute said it was little wonder that the plaintiffs had been described as ‘Quislings’.  But the plaintiffs had described others as ‘white ants’.  The common law allows a tit for tat defence, and the plaintiffs folded on about day three. 

The ABC had retained senior counsel and my role was limited to doing the pleadings – and cross-examining one witness.  That was not hard.  ‘This was an ugly industrial brawl, and if you called someone a white ant, what sort of response would you expect?’

Some years later, the ABC got sued by an Australian sporting hero for saying he had built a training facility on toxic ground.  I was then a partner in a law firm.  I briefed the current Commonwealth Attorney -General to lead counsel who is now a senior appellate judge.  We thought it was not much of a libel at all and that it was in substance true.

The policy of the ABC then, which I had a part in forming, was to fight such cases, particularly if they involved a public figure.  But the judge did not like Aunty at all, and we were kicking into a gale.  The jury gave the plaintiff the Victorian record in damages – reduced on appeal.  I think I may still hold the record after the states caved into the press and capped the damages a jury could award.

Well, win some, lose some.  With, I am sorry, your money in this case.

About ten years later, I went back to the Bar, in about 2002, and my time was limited to running tribunals, and advising on defamation, and in mediating actions. 

I rarely enjoyed that.  I thought that a lot – possibly most – of the libel actions should never have been started.  Too many degenerated into an ugly and demeaning squabble about how to divide very meagre spoils.  Neither side was happy.  And both had good reason to be very unhappy.

Well – how do things stand now?

Before looking at that, I may say that I appeared in the Federal Court about forty years ago to ask the court to order trial by jury.  That right, I submitted, was close to being a constitutional right because of legislation going back to Fox’s Libel Act 1792 in England (32 Geo III, c 60) and the role of the jury in the history of England and its law. 

I can still recall the look on the face of Justice Northrop when I said that Sir Owen Dixon had directed a jury in a murder case in that very courtroom.   (We were in the old High Court building in Melbourne.)  The application failed handsomely.  (It was reported somewhere, but I cannot now find it.  I think I was for GTV 9.) 

The Federal Court was not created to hear common law claims traditionally heard before a jury, and it is not equipped to do so.  But our legal history, both here and in England, is replete with stories about forum shopping and downright turf wars.  They just happen.  They are utterly unbecoming and they obviously detract from the popular assessment of our judicial system.  If the judges cannot get their act together, what’s the reaction to them of the Storm supporters in what is no longer called the outer?

Now for the present.

In November 2017, a Murdoch tabloid, which Wikipedia says a 2013 review found to be the least trusted newspaper in Australia, published grubby allegations about the behaviour of the actor Geoffrey Rush toward a young woman actor – who was not the cause of the publication. 

Mr Rush sued for libel in the Federal Court.  It is now the preferred mode of trial for those who do not want to face the people in the form of a jury.  (And there are no prizes for guessing who they are.  There was more than schadenfreude going around when one MP, Peter Dutton, who is said to be very wealthy, came a gutser, and had a very modest award of damages overturned on appeal – all in the Federal Court.)

Had this actor behaved ‘inappropriately’?  There look to have been at least nine separate rulings by the court outside of the trial.  The trial lasted 15 sitting days – three less than Dering v Uris.  The judge referred to ‘recklessly irresponsible pieces of sensationalist journalism of the very worst kind’ in a written judgment published five months later.  It runs to 229 pages.  The summary looks to be about five times the length of the two reported decisions in Dering.  It looks like more than 100 hundred cases were cited in argument – including four prior rulings in that case, so giving us a premonition of perpetual motion.  And that has an almost Californian flavour to it.

The perpetual problem with suing for libel is that the cure may be a lot worse than the disease.  It inevitably entails so much protected repetition of the libel. 

You look at some cases and say: ‘Well, there can here be no winner´- whatever that means in this context.  Could the award of any amount of money dissolve the stigma that must inevitably attach to someone copping the blaze of adverse publicity that Geoffrey Rush got? 

As a general rule, it is very unusual for any successful plaintiff who wins a huge award of damages to think that they are as well off as if the wrong had never been inflicted on them in the first place.  The law very rarely makes people whole after a wrong has been done to them.

The inevitable shortfall is just worse in defamation cases.  And that’s why I spent a lot of my professional life advising people, especially those with any sort of public profile, to just take a powder and get on with your life – and stay away from such battle grounds.  Among other things, you should not expose yourself to the risk of a judge having a go at you.  Very publicly.  And with no right of reply.

And it is not just the parties who can take a hiding.  The findings against the credit of the woman actor in this case are the saddest case of collateral damage I have seen in a forensic contest.  Opinions might differ on whether they were necessary or desirable in this case, but they just would not have happened in a jury action.  (And I am glad that the young lady has not just survived – her career has taken a stellar leap.  She can now keep company with the best of them.  And good luck to her.)

Well, if the Rush case was a landslide, the Roberts-Smith case is an earthquake.  If ever there was a case where there could be no real winner, this is it.  And there are two certain and inevitable losers – the Australian army and the Australian people. 

Guerrilla wars involving foreign invaders have led to the worst of war horrors since Goya documented them in the Spanish war that gave birth to the term.  And the murder charges have now begun for our involvement in one of them.  The nation has been expressly advised that we face very bleak times. 

Which surprises no one who thought that we should never have been anywhere near what is said to be the scene of the crimes.  Those horrors were not just foreseeable but inevitable – and in the way of things, those guilty of sending our young men into these horrors will not stand beside them in the dock.

I will not rehearse the issues, and I will leave to God the question of whether they are graver than those in Dering v Uris.  But what I might call the house-keeping details are horrifying in themselves. 

I am told the following.  The Statement of Claim runs for 136 pages.  The Defence was only 27 pages.  53 witness statements were filed.  Forty witnesses were called.  There were 38 interim decisions.  The trial ran for 110 sitting days.  That’s six times the length of Dering v Uris.  The media put a figure of $25,000,000 for costs all up.  The judgment may be the size of War and Peace. 

That kind of forensic carnage mirrors the military horror seen in All Quiet on the Western Front.

Finally, we have the risible if not the trivial.  Young Lachlan Murdoch sued a newspaper for libel.  Most people in Australia, and Europe, see the U S as a wreck because of what Trump did to the nation, and they regard the Murdoch family as responsible for putting Trump there through the agency of the vile Fox News.  

That entity sought to defend a libel action in the U S.  It maintained that the Bill of Rights allowed it to peddle lies it knows to be false.  The evidence that was before the court indicated that it did this to maintain its ratings.  That is to say, Fox News spread lies for profit.  So, the Murdoch family were admitting that they disseminate falsehood and spread conflict in the nation for money. 

And if they were right that the First Amendment protected them, then the Americans have matched the constitutional achievement of the French after 1789 by inserting in the constitution a licence to blow it up, and U S jurists are further off the rails than we ever thought.

The Murdoch family caved and settled the U S action – for obvious reasons.  The settlement is an implicit admission of liability.  Then Lachlan ran up the white flag in his.  In accordance with custom, they all lied about the wind-downs. 

In those circumstances, a libel action by a member of that family in this country against a newspaper that does not have the benefit of the U S Bill of Rights was truly something of wonder.  In my view, it should have been sent to the Magistrates’ Court with an indication that it could be fixed for hearing within a fortnight.  And allowing only a day or two for the hearing.

Instead, there were visits for rulings in the Federal Court.  The last version of the Statement of Claim exceeded 50 pages.  The current version of the Defence was getting longer.  The press said it would be challenged before the hearing. 

And the likelihood is that Fox will continue as before because it is a financial prisoner of its own base.  Trump keeps his base in tow.  Fox’s base keeps it in line.  Charming.

And ordinary people with real grievances have trouble getting heard.  And they know that justice delayed is justice denied.  And this dreadful case, and aspects of the Roberts-Smith case, suggest that the Federal Court has become a playground, or sand-pit, for the bitchy rich.  And the little Aussie battler lives on in the penumbra of the cause of death attributed to Dylan Thomas – ‘Insult to the brain.’

Let me go back to the case I started with, and the cases I was involved in before 1986. 

There were clear ways back then where a lawyer could have been declared to be mad.  One would have been to say that a party could have procured a denial of the right of another party to trial by a jury in a libel action. 

A surer way would have been to assert that all the evidence should be reduced to prepared witness statements in advance of the hearing.  Or that the pleadings should be anything like those referred to above, or that judges sitting alone should devote page after page in their judgment to the issue of the credit of one witness.  (On my reading of the Rush decision, more than seventy pages of the judgment was taken up in a consideration  of the evidence of one witness.)

My training in pleading was done on the job.  Say, thirty years or so.  Sir Daryl Dawson, and Justices T W Smith and Ormiston, introduced me to the technique.  It led me to the view, which I still hold, that a Statement of Claim that exceeds three A4 pages suggests prima facie that the claim has real problems.  And in libel actions, the same conclusion would be open if the imputations exceeded, say, four of about one and a half lines each.

I suspect that the authors of these epic judgments share another failing.  They take time off to compile them.  This is like telling someone not to speed and then handing them the keys to a Ferrari.  Or we might say that it has done to judgments what time charging has done to lawyers’ fees.  And times.

The obsession with court management, directions hearings, and endless paper warfare dates back to the mid-eighties.  It has blown times and costs to Kingdom Come.  And just think – so very long ago, 800 years or so, our ancestors got the king to promise not to sell, deny or delay justice.

One division of the Victorian AAT that started in 1985 was far less august than Her Majesty’s judges.  It banned directions hearings and witness statements, and actively discouraged any proliferation of paper.  It promised and delivered decisions within six weeks of referral.  Its President addressed a conference at the university in the A C T.  He commenced his remarks saying: ‘I come from Victoria – where we write our judgments at night.’  It was always the federal people who had more pull on the public purse.

The jury is integral to the common law model of adversarial litigation.  Its premises of our democracy of government by the people are simple.  People come together to elect people to make the laws and a smaller number of people are called on to say if a law has been broken. 

A common law trial is not a pursuit of truth by many means.  It follows the Maitland model of the cricket umpire.  The judge, with or without a jury, responds to the question ‘How’s that?’ 

In a civil suit, the answer is found by asking which of the two sides has the stronger case.  When I did ‘crash and bash’ cases in the early 1970’s, the sensible magistrates simply said ‘On balance, I think their version is a bit more probable than yours.  Can you prepare the costs orders?’  That was that.  We all know that only God knows what actually happened.

With the shift to a process that is managed by the judge from the start, often with many pretrial applications, and mountains of paper that just keep getting larger as the technological revolution runs in sync with the judicial evolution, we can see a shift from the adversarial to the inquisitorial model.  This was neither foreseen nor planned.  But it is fundamental.

About fifteen years, I ran into a Federal Court judge on the train one Monday morning.  He was weighed down by two very heavy pilot cases full of documents.  He was starting a long trial that morning – and he had spent most of the weekend reading all that suff.  I did not ask why.  There are plenty of good judges – including Lord Denning – who would say that all that preparation was not just unnecessary, but harmful.  Why not leave it to counsel to present their cases?  That is what the trial is supposed to be about.  (In the Auschwitz case, the judge told counsel he had looked at the pleadings.  It would not have taken his Lordship long to have done so.)

The result commonly is that the judges tend to just sit it out.  So many cases finally collapse under what Gibbon referred to as the weight of their ‘own stupendous fabric’.  Or we get a book-length decision which has no resemblance to a jury verdict, but every resemblance to the report of a royal commission.  And the royal promise not to deny or delay justice is routinely violated before our eyes.

One other result is that we have swathes of lawyers who have little idea of how to conduct a common law trial – because they have done so little of it.  Counsel spend most of their lives sitting behind a desk and taking part in the paper wars.  They rarely get on their feet in scraps in court.  That’s not how Neil McPhee, Jeff Sher or Alan Archibald mastered their technique and achieved their superiority at the Bar.

And how many members of the Bar now are as comfortable in the High Court as they are before a jury?  (Well, I had misgivings before both.  But I was convinced that that huge temple in Canberra was built to frighten lawyers, and it did just that to me.)

When I did a summer school at Harvard about twenty years ago, the lecturer said that so few class actions got to trial that people did not know how to run them.  That seemed to me then to be the case with us across the board.  And people are taking that lack of experience with them all the way to the bench.  And with their promotions. 

And, as Kurt Vonnegut said, so it goes.

Another result is that very few counsel can cross-examine now.  Rather, what you get is counsel standing in front of piles of documents extracted from the cloud under a latterday version of duress – the process of discovery comes from Chancery – giving a wry smile to the TV camera, in what they think may have been the mode of Clarence Darrow or, perhaps, Gerald Gardiner, and a look at the next victim in the witness box that says: ‘You and I are going on a journey, Sunshine.  It won’t be short.  Its object is to show you as a mug (and me as clever).’ 

Now, I well understand how the new generation looks with justified disdain at old people like me saying that things were done better in my day – but in truth they were.

There are rules about cross-examination, especially on credit, or on prior inconsistent statements, but very few lawyers now know them, and even fewer apply them.  And those rules are so important when so much of what passes for cross-examination is based on prior statements made a long time ago and recovered from the ether to the unending chagrin of the poor, frazzled witness.

And it is all made so much worse by the pernicious Chancery practice of reducing the evidence of a witness to a written statement.  I have never understood how you can avoid a confectionery of dissimulation that is as unfair to the witness as it is to the court.  All it does is to convey to the bewildered participants that going to law is a very dicey business that is above their understanding as well as their means.

Now, I do not know how many of the judges who hear defamation cases in the Federal Court have appeared before, or directed, a jury in a libel action, but I suspect it may be close to the number of those presently on the High Court who have appeared before, or directed, a jury in crime.  Which is to say – not many, if any. 

But what I do see is the vastness of the chasm that has opened up in the way we hear and determine, civil cases, and libel actions in particular since the jury gave its verdict in Dering v Uris – that is, well within my lifetime.

If it is said that these cases are too hard for juries, how did that happen?  Are they harder than in the Auschwitz trial?  Who made directing a jury as hard and fraught as it now is, so that we so often have the nightmare that Lord Gardiner, Mr Duncan, QC and the judge were so keen to avoid – an appeal and retrial?  If the general public were told of how many guilty verdicts are set aside on appeal, with directions for a retrial, such faith as they may now have in our justice system would be sorely depleted.

And while we have misgivings about the American trial system, they are way ahead of us in their faith in juries and in the cases they put before juries.  Such as Dominion v Fox, which would have led to an epic inquest here.

Another product of the tech revolution is that superior courts tend to resemble Ph D factories delivering footnoted theses that complicate things – to put it softly.  So, inferior court judges write long judgments with a view to immunising their decision from appeal – and all too often with the contrary result. 

It would be unwise to seek to disguise what I understand to be the animosity between the levels of the judiciary so sadly and snootily called ‘superior’ and ‘inferior’.  It gets worse if those below think those above them have never had to work at their coal face.  And that is too often the case.

The task of the lawyer is simpler to describe than to perform.  First, it is to identify the issues to be resolved.  As I recall it, Lord Diplock thought most cases turned on one issue.  The good lawyers are those who do that first.  The best are those who frame the issue in such a way as to satisfy the court that it is the preferred option.  And I repeat – no-one is there to mimic God.

Longevity is not inevitable in earth moving cases in our common law.  The judgment of Lord Atkin in Donoghue v Stevenson [1932] AC 562 runs for about twenty-one pages in the Law Reports.  His Lordship was sorry it was so long compared to that of Justice Cardozo on the same point.

The issues in most defamation cases are simple enough to state – although many lawyers, including me, have made a good living out of behaving as if this were not the case.

Most libel cases turn on the following, although a lot of huffing and puffing may surround them.  What did the words referring to the plaintiff mean?  In that meaning, would they cause people to think less of the plaintiff?  In that meaning, were the words true?

And those three issues are quintessential jury issues.

(May I here say something about the endless whingeing and bleating of the press about our libel laws – with which they have intimidated all state governments?  I acted on both sides and I know where the power and money lie.  It is not too much to ask of the press that if they want to hurt someone, they might at least get their facts right.  They don’t lose when they do.  And that goes for both Aunty and Rupert – and Lachlan.)

The problem for us lawyers in my view comes down to a failure of nerve. 

It is of the essence of a professional vocation that the professional has the learning and the technique – on a good day, what Sir Owen Dixon, after Maitland, described as ‘high technique’ – to determine what course it is in the best interests of the client to adopt.  And he or she also has the acquired and justified nerve to apply that decision, and prune off the extras.  We have in my view persistently underrated the need for courage in our profession.

And the result? 

Counsel do not have the nerve to deliver a statement of claim that makes the point and nothing else.  And they do the same with their witness statements, which must soon get the AI treatment, and their cross-examination.  They get so nervous that they just throw in the kitchen sink.  (In the school cadets a very long time ago, we were taught that the Bren gun was far too accurate for jungle warfare – we should prefer the Owen gun that just sprays ammo everywhere.  You just had to make sure you did not get in front of one.)  And these attitudes – these failings – are passed on, or carried by counsel to the bench.

The adversarial trial is a form of conflict derived over many centuries by the common law to resolve a prior conflict between members of the community.  It is a fight of sorts that had as one predecessor trial by battle. 

You can get very badly hurt if you go to court.  Like surgery, it is not something to be entered into lightly or ill advisedly.  People have lost their lives, their fortunes, their homes, their names, their access to their children, as the result of such trials.  And if there is a better or softer way of dealing with the underlying conflict, we have not seen one that we find favour in.

If you can’t stomach that, you are in the wrong place if you are a litigation lawyer. 

If you are, you might memorise some observations of Clausewitz in his treaty On War.  They are spot on for all of us.

War is the realm of danger; therefore, courage is the soldier’s first requirement.  Courage is of two kinds: courage in the face of personal danger, and courage to accept responsibility, either before the tribunal of some outside power or before the court of one’s own conscience …War is the realm of uncertainty …The role of determination is to limit the agonies of doubt and the perils of hesitation when the motives for inaction are inadequate…Determination proceeds from a special type of mind, a strong mind rather than a brilliant one….Presence of mind is nothing but an increased capacity of dealing with the unexpected….  Strength of character does not consist solely in having powerful feelings, but in maintaining one’s balance in spite of them.

You can assess the real need for professional people to have the ‘courage to accept responsibility’ from the resolute determination of so many in our public life to avoid having anything like it.  For example, just look at the Robodebt scandal.  No one owned up.  Not one.

We lawyers look to have forgotten all that, and we have laid waste to our heritage in just one or two generations.  And it is not only Sir Owen Dixon, Lord Denning, Lord Gardiner and F W Maitland who would have looked upon it all in horror.

Passing Bull 371 – The Age

The letter below failed to meet the literacy requirements of The Age notwithstanding the ad by Clive Palmer they chose to publish on page one.

Dear Editor,

As I follow the leader of the Liberal Party, he is against constitutional change for a voice of First Nations, but he is for constitutional recognition of First Nations.  We will see you, but we will not hear you.  Like children, they should be seen, but not heard. 

The white man’s burden is enough to make an old man cry.  I have never known a worse time to be Australian.  And all for party politics.  How bloody small and mean a nation are we?

Yours truly,

Juristic Mayhem in Yarraville Apartments

Some time ago, I put out a post dealing with the immunity that managers of subdivisions sought to achieve in their contracts with the owners corporation – with the full backing of their representative business body, the SCA.  In it, I said:

Yet when you mention the term ‘body corporate’ or ‘managing agent’ to a lawyer or someone in real estate, you get a roll of the eyes, an intake of breath, and a sigh.  It is not hard to see why.

There you have the indicia of lawyers’ nightmares.  People living together and needing tolerance, restraint, and co-operation – all in short supply in our public life.  The old law feels out of place; the new law is worse, and written by people who have never set foot in a court or been humiliated there; the bureaucracy, if you find one, does not know or want to know.  The room for bush lawyers – at either end – is scary, and any talk of a common fund looks like a honey pot to people of low calibre – and it is forever remarkable the way that they find each other out at the same level.  Law dissolves into lore, and as Yeats remarked, the best lack all conviction and the worst are full of passionate intensity.

And that’s before you get to ethnic and class differences in the owners, and the cleavage in ages – between those who are unsafe unless they are looking at themselves in their cell-phone, and the aged, like me, who regard the makers of Facebook and Twitter as on a par with Hitler and Stalin, and hopefully destined to meet the same fate.

And it’s before you get to the role of the manager, who is there to make money, and the role of the committee, who are not there for the money, and who don’t want or need to get sucked into the hands-on management any more than is entirely necessary. 

There is room there for buck-passing and blame-dodging of the order of our national past-time that we have all just watched so horrifyingly in the Robodebt Royal Commission.

Now, after a dispute about arrears of levy owed by the previous owner, I have had a glimpse of just how tangled the relations can be – plenty of robots and denials of responsibility.  It is infuriating, but not worth litigating.  (What is?)  It did however lead me to write to the relevant minister as follows.

The Hon Danny Pearson, MP,

Minister for Consumer Affairs,

Level 3, I Treasury Place,

East Melbourne, 3002

By registered mail and by

danny.pearson@parliament.vic.gov.au

Dear Minister,

Rightless in Yarraville

I am 77 years of age, a former lawyer, living at [street address] Yarraville, 3013.  I bought my apartment here last year and became the registered proprietor on 10 June, 2022.

I am currently in a dispute about alleged arrears of levy with the owners corporation and the manager.  I contend that the only accounting available to the corporation is inadequate, but we can put that to one side for the moment.

In anticipation of such a dispute, I looked at the act (Owners Corporation, Act, 2006) and the relevant general law.  I also looked at the current Management Agreement dated 12 December, 2022 between the corporation and the manager, The Body Corporate Collective, Pty Ltd.  I wrote and put on my website a memorandum on 26 March, 2023.  [That is the post to the website referred to above.]

I attach a copy of each document.  (The agreement comes with the letter in the first attachment.)

I draw your attention, Minister, to the following.

  1. The contract says it is ‘recommended’ by SCA (Strata Community Association) and ‘approved’ by CAV.
  2. If a court or tribunal were to give effect to that document in its terms, the owners corporation would not be able to claim damages from the manager for negligence or breach of contract.  That would negate or frustrate the whole purpose of the act requiring mangers to be properly insured.  There would be no risk to insure against.
  3. Regardless of how a court or tribunal may interpret the agreement, the document is grossly unprofessional and unfair.  But the juristic issues could be very tricky.  That is not the way the law should protect consumers from business overreach.

I have three questions for your department.

  1. Has your department approved the terms of this agreement?  If so, how, when, and why?  If not, what will you do about it?
  2. Will the department take steps to prevent SCA and its members from engaging in this or similar unfair conduct?  Or do we all just wait to see what happens when an affected owner goes to a court or tribunal?
  3. Is the waiting time for these disputes at VCAT currently 18 months to two years?

Here is some background. 

SCA says many Australians live in strata title apartments: one in four.  The managing agents have great power over those people.  They have a very bad reputation.  I have known three since returning to live in Melbourne.  Their mode of operation is the same.  It is that of Centrelink.  People outside engage with the robots of the agent.  The robots ignore what they don’t want to hear, and just wear people down. 

I have experienced them as both landlord and tenant.  The agent at my previous address succeeded in being disliked by both.  If the SCA is right about those whose lives are affected by owners’ corporations, about one quarter of Victorians are becoming acquainted with the feudal structure of medieval England.

The current manager here in Yarraville, The Body Corporate Collective Pty Ltd, took over last December….

….The current dispute has been running for months, including the time that the current manger declined to deal with queries about accounting – in a letter of mine that it could not find. 

So far as I can see, the owners corporation keeps no relevant accounts itself.  It relies on the manager – under an agreement that has the defects I have referred to above.  The responsibility for keeping proper accounts does of course remain with that corporation under the act. 

When I recently referred the dispute to that corporation, the manager said ‘Please note, this is a private matter for your lot, and not a matter for the committee to engage in discussion on.’  It is in my experience unusual for an agent to tell its principal what it might do in the agency, or the people it may talk to.  But the corporation said: ‘The OC won’t be getting involved with this as this is a private matter (i.e., it is not an issue involving common property, and it is within BCS’s purview to collect funds.)’ 

Subsequently, Mr Wellavize told me I had no business in speaking to the corporation, and the chair of the committee now says that the committee does not want to be involved.  I had previously had a very affable discussion with the chair of the committee, during which I suggested a compromise, but Mr Wellavize advised her to stop those discussions.

If the matter goes to a court or a tribunal, it will ask the parties why the issue has not been resolved.  The answer presumably will be that the agent purported to tell the creditor and alleged debtor not to talk to each other.  This could be a first for our jurisprudence.

I have no contract with the manager.  The owners corporation does.  But the fiduciary duties of the manager (in s 122) are, in my view, not limited to the owners corporation.  They are owed to me.  That means the agent must act honestly and in good faith and show due care and diligence to me.  The agent does not do that by telling me not to talk to the owners corporation about an alleged debt and giving advice to it to the same effect.  For that matter, in so acting, it breaches its obligations to the owners corporation.

According to ASIC, The Body Corporate Collective Pty Ltd has one director, Austin Wellavize, and a paid-up capital of $12.  The real party, Mr Wellavize, therefore seeks immunity, and the company claims that it cannot be sued for the kind of liability that the law says it must insure against. 

If the law is there to protect consumers, this corporate agent mocks it. 

That may not be surprising.  On Linked In, Mr Wellavize says:

Prior to becoming The Body Corporate Collective’s founder, I worked in the banking and finance industry for a number of years. Banking gave me a strong respect for systems and processes, backed up by responsive communication. This approach is providing the foundation for the rapid growth of my business, particularly through the south eastern and northern regions of Melbourne. During this time I’ve gained experience in a wide range of matters gaining experience in resolving complex matters and developing an extensive knowledge of the Owners Corporation Act and Regulations. Uncompromising in my approach to delivering quality process and full accountability, my focus is on establishing and maintaining the trust of his clients to simplify decision-making and reduce waiting times for work to be completed. I’m a member of the Strata Community Association Australia (SCA) and I frequently attend seminars recognised by SCA. I have have completed a Certificate IV in Strata Community Management at RMIT. “My clients’ trust is at the forefront of my mind, that’s why I focus on my core values of being committed, being consistent, communicating effectively and being confident in my ability”.

If it matters, of my thirty years presiding over statutory tribunals, eighteen were spent as the Presiding Member of the Taxation Division of the AAT, later VCAT.  We promised and delivered decisions on our cases, some of which were difficult enough to reach the High Court, within six weeks of their being commenced.

I would be glad if your staff could acknowledge receipt of this letter.

I am very happy to talk to your staff about this.  There is widespread concern in a large part of our community.

Yours truly

It is really that bad for people in subdivisions with agents as managers.  In a future post, I will provide a draft of a fictitious reference to a tribunal.  That kind of litigation could break people – even the ‘winner’ if any – and not many judges would be happy to have to wade through such a Serbonian bog.

And that is before you get to the Management Agreement.  The one provided to me – the SCA special – is 22 pages – all in favour of the Manager, the SCA member (with the possible exception of clause 2.1 which includes in the functions and duties of the Manager : ‘Generally implement the decisions and instructions of the Owners Corporation with respect to its duties and functions as set out in this clause.’) 

I may say that there may well be an issue about the legal validity of that document.  The act (s. 11) says an owners corporation is to be managed ‘by or under the direction of’ the lot owners.  By a resolution at a general meeting, the corporation can delegate powers and functions to the committee.  But that provision follows the general law that the delegate cannot delegate that power of delegation.  It would appear to follow that the delegation to the manager can only be effected by the corporation, and not just the committee.  That would be consistent with the wording of s 11 (1), which is utterly inconsistent with any suggestion that the manager can tell the corporation what it must do’.

The notion that an agent can dictate to its principal how it should deal with a third party – to which it owes a fiduciary obligation – is close to being juristic heresy.  But if that is what the current regime permits, we are even worse off.  You have only to ask what would be the response if someone tried this out on with a public company like BHP or Wesfarmers.  The difference in bargaining power is a symptom of our current malaise.

Just imagine the Chair of BHP telling a shareholder who holds more than 2% of its issued shares that a conveyancer has told the Chair to stop those discussion and to deal only with the conveyancer.  But, I suppose, getting an audience with the members of a committee at some owners’ corporations might be a bout as easy as getting an audience with the king.

It is all a dreadful  mess – and one in which about one in four Victorians find themselves.  It is a matter of some wonderment that ordinary people volunteer to wade into such a minefield.

This is a continuing story – that keeps getting worse.  The ACCC does not answer correspondence, the Committee refuses to speak to me, and the robots at the agent keep returning my payments.

Mayhem in Yarraville.

Juristic Mayhem in Yarraville Apartments

Some time ago, I put out a post dealing with the immunity that managers of subdivisions sought to achieve in their contracts with the owners corporation – with the full backing of their representative business body, the SCA.  In it, I said:

Yet when you mention the term ‘body corporate’ or ‘managing agent’ to a lawyer or someone in real estate, you get a roll of the eyes, an intake of breath, and a sigh.  It is not hard to see why.

There you have the indicia of lawyers’ nightmares.  People living together and needing tolerance, restraint, and co-operation – all in short supply in our public life.  The old law feels out of place; the new law is worse, and written by people who have never set foot in a court or been humiliated there; the bureaucracy, if you find one, does not know or want to know.  The room for bush lawyers – at either end – is scary, and any talk of a common fund looks like a honey pot to people of low calibre – and it is forever remarkable the way that they find each other out at the same level.  Law dissolves into lore, and as Yeats remarked, the best lack all conviction and the worst are full of passionate intensity.

And that’s before you get to ethnic and class differences in the owners, and the cleavage in ages – between those who are unsafe unless they are looking at themselves in their cell-phone, and the aged, like me, who regard the makers of Facebook and Twitter as on a par with Hitler and Stalin, and hopefully destined to meet the same fate.

And it’s before you get to the role of the manager, who is there to make money, and the role of the committee, who are not there for the money, and who don’t want or need to get sucked into the hands-on management any more than is entirely necessary. 

There is room there for buck-passing and blame-dodging of the order of our national past-time that we have all just watched so horrifyingly in the Robodebt Royal Commission.

Now, after a dispute about arrears of levy owed by the previous owner, I have had a glimpse of just how tangled the relations can be – plenty of robots and denials of responsibility.  It is infuriating, but not worth litigating.  (What is?)  It did however lead me to write to the relevant minister as follows.

The Hon Danny Pearson, MP,

Minister for Consumer Affairs,

Level 3, I Treasury Place,

East Melbourne, 3002

By registered mail and by

danny.pearson@parliament.vic.gov.au

Dear Minister,

Rightless in Yarraville

I am 77 years of age, a former lawyer, living at [street address] Yarraville, 3013.  I bought my apartment here last year and became the registered proprietor on 10 June, 2022.

I am currently in a dispute about alleged arrears of levy with the owners corporation and the manager.  I contend that the only accounting available to the corporation is inadequate, but we can put that to one side for the moment.

In anticipation of such a dispute, I looked at the act (Owners Corporation, Act, 2006) and the relevant general law.  I also looked at the current Management Agreement dated 12 December, 2022 between the corporation and the manager, The Body Corporate Collective, Pty Ltd.  I wrote and put on my website a memorandum on 26 March, 2023.  [That is the post to the website referred to above.]

I attach a copy of each document.  (The agreement comes with the letter in the first attachment.)

I draw your attention, Minister, to the following.

  1. The contract says it is ‘recommended’ by SCA (Strata Community Association) and ‘approved’ by CAV.
  2. If a court or tribunal were to give effect to that document in its terms, the owners corporation would not be able to claim damages from the manager for negligence or breach of contract.  That would negate or frustrate the whole purpose of the act requiring mangers to be properly insured.  There would be no risk to insure against.
  3. Regardless of how a court or tribunal may interpret the agreement, the document is grossly unprofessional and unfair.  But the juristic issues could be very tricky.  That is not the way the law should protect consumers from business overreach.

I have three questions for your department.

  1. Has your department approved the terms of this agreement?  If so, how, when, and why?  If not, what will you do about it?
  2. Will the department take steps to prevent SCA and its members from engaging in this or similar unfair conduct?  Or do we all just wait to see what happens when an affected owner goes to a court or tribunal?
  3. Is the waiting time for these disputes at VCAT currently 18 months to two years?

Here is some background. 

SCA says many Australians live in strata title apartments: one in four.  The managing agents have great power over those people.  They have a very bad reputation.  I have known three since returning to live in Melbourne.  Their mode of operation is the same.  It is that of Centrelink.  People outside engage with the robots of the agent.  The robots ignore what they don’t want to hear, and just wear people down. 

I have experienced them as both landlord and tenant.  The agent at my previous address succeeded in being disliked by both.  If the SCA is right about those whose lives are affected by owners’ corporations, about one quarter of Victorians are becoming acquainted with the feudal structure of medieval England.

The current manager here in Yarraville, The Body Corporate Collective Pty Ltd, took over last December….

….The current dispute has been running for months, including the time that the current manger declined to deal with queries about accounting – in a letter of mine that it could not find. 

So far as I can see, the owners corporation keeps no relevant accounts itself.  It relies on the manager – under an agreement that has the defects I have referred to above.  The responsibility for keeping proper accounts does of course remain with that corporation under the act. 

When I recently referred the dispute to that corporation, the manager said ‘Please note, this is a private matter for your lot, and not a matter for the committee to engage in discussion on.’  It is in my experience unusual for an agent to tell its principal what it might do in the agency, or the people it may talk to.  But the corporation said: ‘The OC won’t be getting involved with this as this is a private matter (i.e., it is not an issue involving common property, and it is within BCS’s purview to collect funds.)’ 

Subsequently, Mr Wellavize told me I had no business in speaking to the corporation, and the chair of the committee now says that the committee does not want to be involved.  I had previously had a very affable discussion with the chair of the committee, during which I suggested a compromise, but Mr Wellavize advised her to stop those discussions.

If the matter goes to a court or a tribunal, it will ask the parties why the issue has not been resolved.  The answer presumably will be that the agent purported to tell the creditor and alleged debtor not to talk to each other.  This could be a first for our jurisprudence.

I have no contract with the manager.  The owners corporation does.  But the fiduciary duties of the manager (in s 122) are, in my view, not limited to the owners corporation.  They are owed to me.  That means the agent must act honestly and in good faith and show due care and diligence to me.  The agent does not do that by telling me not to talk to the owners corporation about an alleged debt and giving advice to it to the same effect.  For that matter, in so acting, it breaches its obligations to the owners corporation.

According to ASIC, The Body Corporate Collective Pty Ltd has one director, Austin Wellavize, and a paid-up capital of $12.  The real party, Mr Wellavize, therefore seeks immunity, and the company claims that it cannot be sued for the kind of liability that the law says it must insure against. 

If the law is there to protect consumers, this corporate agent mocks it. 

That may not be surprising.  On Linked In, Mr Wellavize says:

Prior to becoming The Body Corporate Collective’s founder, I worked in the banking and finance industry for a number of years. Banking gave me a strong respect for systems and processes, backed up by responsive communication. This approach is providing the foundation for the rapid growth of my business, particularly through the south eastern and northern regions of Melbourne. During this time I’ve gained experience in a wide range of matters gaining experience in resolving complex matters and developing an extensive knowledge of the Owners Corporation Act and Regulations. Uncompromising in my approach to delivering quality process and full accountability, my focus is on establishing and maintaining the trust of his clients to simplify decision-making and reduce waiting times for work to be completed. I’m a member of the Strata Community Association Australia (SCA) and I frequently attend seminars recognised by SCA. I have have completed a Certificate IV in Strata Community Management at RMIT. “My clients’ trust is at the forefront of my mind, that’s why I focus on my core values of being committed, being consistent, communicating effectively and being confident in my ability”.

If it matters, of my thirty years presiding over statutory tribunals, eighteen were spent as the Presiding Member of the Taxation Division of the AAT, later VCAT.  We promised and delivered decisions on our cases, some of which were difficult enough to reach the High Court, within six weeks of their being commenced.

I would be glad if your staff could acknowledge receipt of this letter.

I am very happy to talk to your staff about this.  There is widespread concern in a large part of our community.

Yours truly

It is really that bad for people in subdivisions with agents as managers.  In a future post, I will provide a draft of a fictitious reference to a tribunal.  That kind of litigation could break people – even the ‘winner’ if any – and not many judges would be happy to have to wade through such a Serbonian bog.

And that is before you get to the Management Agreement.  The one provided to me – the SCA special – is 22 pages – all in favour of the Manager, the SCA member (with the possible exception of clause 2.1 which includes in the functions and duties of the Manager : ‘Generally implement the decisions and instructions of the Owners Corporation with respect to its duties and functions as set out in this clause.’) 

I may say that there may well be an issue about the legal validity of that document.  The act (s. 11) says an owners corporation is to be managed ‘by or under the direction of’ the lot owners.  By a resolution at a general meeting, the corporation can delegate powers and functions to the committee.  But that provision follows the general law that the delegate cannot delegate that power of delegation.  It would appear to follow that the delegation to the manager can only be effected by the corporation, and not just the committee.  That would be consistent with the wording of s 11 (1), which is utterly inconsistent with any suggestion that the manager can tell the corporation what it must do’.

The notion that an agent can dictate to its principal how it should deal with a third party – to which it owes a fiduciary obligation – is close to being juristic heresy.  But if that is what the current regime permits, we are even worse off.  You have only to ask what would be the response if someone tried this out on with a public company like BHP or Wesfarmers.  The difference in bargaining power is a symptom of our current malaise.

Just imagine the Chair of BHP telling a shareholder who holds more than 2% of its issued shares that a conveyancer has told the Chair to stop those discussion and to deal only with the conveyancer.  But, I suppose, getting an audience with the members of a committee at some owners’ corporations might be a bout as easy as getting an audience with the king.

It is all a dreadful  mess – and one in which about one in four Victorians find themselves.  It is a matter of some wonderment that ordinary people volunteer to wade into such a minefield.

This is a continuing story – that keeps getting worse.  The ACCC does not answer correspondence, the Committee refuses to speak to me, and the robots at the agent keep returning my payments.

Mayhem in Yarraville.

Passing Bull 370 – History and the inevitable

Historians are aware of, but remain prone to, one fallacy – because something happened, it had to happen.  It was inevitable.  Hindsight brings not just finality, but certainty – when in truth things could have all turned out quite differently.  They are big on this at Oxbridge.  People make history, and not the other way around.  And there is such a thing as chance.

A related problem is that history is written by the winners.  Some call this bragging rights. 

But when it comes to sporting contests, we tend to go clean off the rails.  The Grand Final we just had was as close you could get to a paradigm even money bet from beginning to end.  One mate who follows the Pies described it as ‘unrelenting agony.’  (That is why I do not watch my teams on live television.)  Until the siren went, all three possible endings were possible.  As it happens, Collingwood won by less than a goal.  That prize could well have gone to Brisbane.

But when I went to On the Couch, a show I like and respect, for analysis, I am treated to an hour of closely argued reasoning about why Collingwood won.  And I did so with the God given certainty, that had Brisbane won by a goal, I would have been treated to an hour of closely reasoned analysis of why that was the case.  When the whole history of the game turned on hundreds of instances where a deviation of centimetres would have produced a different outcome.

As a commentator, Stan Alves was incomparable on this issue.  A side might get up by a contentious point right on the bell, and after a while, you would wonder why the other side bothered to turn up.

And now we get analysis dressed up with layers of statistics that make it all sound scientific.  I am very suspicious of all this – as I am in expressing predictions for the future in percentages or odds.  I don’t believe there an adequate empirical basis for either exercise.

Well, it is harmless enough in sporting matters – unless you want to invest on the basis of such ruminations – but other considerations apply to matters of state.  Toward the conclusion of a five-volume history of the west, I find the following.

The turning point in the battle of Gettysburg came on its second day.  Lee was determined on staking the fortune of the South on a major battle – he thought that the North was too strong to lose the war, and he was probably right.  He was intent on taking the North by its flank on his right, near a hill called Little Round Top.  His men charged again and again – the Southern boys were not used to losing battles, and the North had usually fallen before their blood-curdling onslaught.  The casualties were appalling. 

The end of the Northern Line was commanded by Colonel Joshua Chamberlain, who taught Rhetoric at Maine.  He knew that as the end of the line, his retreat would mean that the battle was lost.  He had been told that retreat was not open to him.  He saw that his men were nearly out of both ammunition and the will to resist.  He gave orders to them to perform a manoeuvre that is hard even on the parade ground.  They were in part to retire at an angle behind the end of the line, and then advance in a sweeping movement around the enemy.  In the film, Jeff Daniels plays Chamberlain, and when he gives the order for ‘Bayonets’, we can see the whites of his eye, and we know that he is staring straight into eternity.  He is, as they say, running on adrenalin.  The manoeuvre was perfectly and successfully executed.  The Northern line held.  The Southern advance had been repelled.  The next day Lee saw his army smashed in what is still remembered as Pickett’s charge.  It would never be the same threat again.

Lincoln was desperate for victory.  His generals were awful; the Union was shaky; and Lee seemed able to toy with them.  Negroes were being lynched in New York.  Had that battle been lost, Lincoln may have had to sue for peace.  If the Union had been lost, and if the Confederacy had gone on as a hostile slave-owning republic, the light of the West in the New World could have gone out.  Whom could Europe have looked to if Germany had still waged war on it, not just once but twice? 

All those consequences turned on the extraordinary valour and coolness of a lecturer in rhetoric from Maine during the evening of 2 July 1863 around a small wooded hill in Pennsylvania.  A deviation of one foot by one of the thousands of bullets fired that day could have led to a different result.  It is on such threads that the history of the whole world hangs.

People make history; history is just the story of what they did.  As we look at phases or periods or trends or movements or eras or epochs, it all comes down to what someone did or did not do.  We who look backwards must remember that it could all have been so different, that chance plays such a great part.  It is said that during the charge a Southern officer pointed his revolver at Chamberlain at point blank range.  When he pulled the trigger, he found that his revolver was empty.  There are some who doubt that part of the story, and other parts of the story, too, but does that matter? 

Chamberlain survived the war.  He was wounded on six occasions, and he had six horses shot from under him.  He was hit by two bullets at Little Round Top.  One shot was stopped by his sword scabbard.  It is said by some, and disputed by others, that he presided over the parade of the defeated Southern army before the Appomattox Court House.  Of his own initiative, he ordered his men to come to attention and to present their arms as a mark of respect.  The courtesy was reciprocated when the commanding general from the South wheeled on his horse, and dropped the point of his sword to his stirrup with that customary Southern grace, and the great Confederate ensign was dipped.  Not a word was said on either side.  Was this a fine start to the flawed process called reconstruction?

We do know with some certainty that Chamberlain died in 1914, the year that a more frightful conflagration started in another part of the world but that would draw in the United States.  He had been involved in organising a fiftieth-year reunion for those involved in the battle of Gettysburg, but ill heath stopped him from attending.  Some say that he was the last veteran of the Civil War to have died of wounds received during that war. 

For some reason, Chamberlain did not receive his Medal of Honour for his gallantry at Little Round Top until 1893.  The Medal of Honour is now held at the Joshua Chamberlain Museum in Maine.  In 2013, an anonymous donor presented the Medal to the historical society that runs the museum.  It had been found in the back of a book bought at a local church sale. 

The story of that Medal, like all history, was all down to chance.  It is like Hamlet’s musing in the graveyard on the noble dust of Alexander the Great ending up as a bung in a beer barrel.  We need to try to stay somehow earthed as we muse upon some of the themes that we might see in our stories of what men and women did before our time.

Passing Bull 369 – The lingering death of truth

Enduring resolve to fight for freedom and the truth.

That was the leading front-page headline on The Weekend Australian following the retirement of Rupert Murdoch.

The breathtaking and brazen falsity of the headline proves the opposite.  Rupert Murdoch had just agreed to pay more than $US 760, 000,000 to victims of lies that he had consciously promoted at Fox News.  In that he was aided by his son and successor, Lachlan Murdoch.  Who had committed a most grievous error of judgment by suing a publication for libel for saying just that.  And then he ran up the white flag.

Paul Kelly was just one of those who described Rupert Murdoch as the ‘most successful business man in Australian history’.  What are the criteria of such greatness or success?  Money – et praeteria nihil .  It matters not if in the course of amassing the fortune you become one of the most loathed people in the nation. 

On that basis, Alan Joyce would be a strong contender.  And he never put capital at risk.  Au contraire, they kept throwing millions of dollars at him while he trashed the business.  (And when Judas got found out, he at least had the courtesy to throw away the bribe and hang himself.)

But while Joyce trashed a brand, the Murdoch family through Fox News have trashed a nation.  And its failings and current stresses now threaten the whole world order.

All for money.  For Rupert and family.

The poison hit here.  John Howard said ‘At Wapping in the 1980s he stared down the print unions, thus striking a blow for free speech.’  A select poodle, Greg Sheridan, said ‘His contribution is overwhelmingly positive, his legacy magnificent.’

What is the family’s biggest lie?  The competition here is intense.  They say they are engaged in a battle of ideas and they seek after truth.  (Like the prophets of old in the desert?)

But they succumb to the bullshit of their own press.  Two of the richest people on the planet, one educated at Oxford and the other at Princeton (philosophy, no less), say they are standing up for the common people against bureaucracies and elites. 

So you can be magnificent, and utterly successful and above all others, but not elite.

Truth is dying at the hands of this malevolent family for the same old reason.  There’s one born every minute.

Passing Bull 368 – Madness at the ACCC

There are times when you really regret the demise of a sane sensible civil service in this nation. 

I sent a letter to the Melbourne address of the ACCC.  It contains a complaint from me as a consumer against what appears to me to blatantly anti-competitive behaviour that affects and harms about one in four Australians.  Its text is set out below – without the schedules.

Why did I entrust Australia Post with this task?  Because in the year of Our Lord 2023, this body that is there to look after us consumers against greedy corporates does not see fit to hand out on its website email addresses to those who want to help it do its job. 

Well, that is not quite true.  They trust the press to communicate with them by email – but not mugs like you or me.  So I twice sent the letter to the press email address and asked them to see it got to the proper person.  I got no response to either.  Perhaps I should have produced a press union card.

So, I go to my good Vietnamese friends at the Yarraville LPO, and get them to printout the letter and send it by registered mail.  Just half an hour out of my life.

It has just been returned to me marked: ‘Refused by receiver.  Must have a contact name on it.’

What kind of galah runs a shamble like this?  I was instantly reminded of the lady at ASIC who after I had told them of my change of address told me I had to fill a form in with the same information.  Did she want me to jump the counter and become a filing clerk for the afternoon?

What we have is a slow collective death of the mind brought to us by robots and the ACCC now going head-to-head with ASIC for the worst run department in Australia.

And don’t worry, I know better than to ask who is ‘responsible’.  That word is dead and buried.  Pentecostally.

Letter that the ACCC refused to accept

ACCC

Level 17, 2 Lonsdale St,

Melbourne, 3000

Dear ACCC,

Strata Community Association (SCA)

I write to state my concern about the activity of the SCA and one of its members The Body Corporate Collective Pty Ltd. 

The background is set out in my letter to the Minister CAV which is the First Schedule to this letter.

My post of 26 March, 2023 is in the Second Schedule.

The Third Schedule contains one form of the Appointment of The Body Corporate Collective by my owners corporation.  I can provide a true copy when I get an email address for that purpose.

This whole area is a legal minefield, but two questions arise that I raise with you.

First, did CAV approve the terms of the SCA standard form?  I await the response of CAV.

Secondly, is the SCA acting lawfully in endorsing this form of agreement and encouraging its members to use it?

I refer to my post generally, and in particular to the following.

Anti-trust law is not my strong suit, but consider this. 

A group of participants in a market have the power to dominate it to the point of holding a monopoly.  The market is controlled and rendered exclusive by government licensing.  The service providers combine to form standard terms of agreement between suppliers of their services and those wishing to purchase them.  The object and effect of one term is twofold.  It reduces competition between suppliers.  And it imposes hardship on purchasers by depriving them of basic common law rights in a manner that would not have been accepted by parties negotiating at arms’ length in a free market.

What do our competition laws have to say about this?

The issue may I suppose be clouded by the power of a tribunal under a state act to declare terms unfair, but I would not think it was appropriate for state or federal regulators to leave it to people to fight it out.  They could go mad or bankrupt in the process.

I may say that in my view there is a real issue about whether this document was ever validly executed.  I do not know if the owners got independent legal advice.  I suspect the response may have been ‘You can take it or leave it.’  I doubt if there was a resolution of the owners, and the Victorian act states the usual prohibition of delegation by a delegate.  Other parts of the act, which follows the old public company model, may give rise to technical arguments – which are for another day.

The only other thing I would say now is that litigating these issues is beyond the means of most owners and indeed at risk of being too hard for many courts and tribunals.

I am happy to discuss this further.  As I remarked to the Minister, a lot of Australians are affected by issues like these, and litigation has all the hallmarks of litigious misery – which is something I know about.

Yours truly,

Geoffrey Gibson

6/46 Fehon St,

Yarraville, 3013

18 September, 2023

A German patriot

He is small in stature, and unremarkable to look at.  He may have the small man syndrome.

He was not born to the purple, or anything like it.

He is an animal loving vegetarian.

He believes he can see into the German psyche – which means he believes that there is such a thing.

When younger, he dabbled in rebellion, if not revolution.

He has a grievance against the world – he believes that he has the answer, but too few people understand him.  He is a prophet rejected in his own nation.

He is therefore a thwarted champion lusting for revenge on the whole inferior ungrateful world.

If seen by a psychiatrist now, he would be diagnosed as suffering from ‘chronic megalomania, paranoia and moral derangement.’

His ego is such that he has few if any friends.  He treats badly any of those who do not see or accept his superiority.

He has a longing for the hero (held) – especially a Teutonic one.

He believes that one great man can make all the difference.

He dreams of a massive building to be his shrine forever.

He has an immense power to appeal to, if not hypnotise, Germans – as a people.  He lives to captivate and control his followers.  It is a lust for power.

And he knows he has this gift, and he goes over the top to exploit it in order to bring his audience under his power.  They feed off and incite each other.  And neither feels any qualms about the process – which can subvert their own agencies of self-control.  That means that the mob can and does surrender to him.

He believes that Jewish people belong to a different race that is inferior to that of the German people and are a threat to the German nation.

By and large, and with some give and take, each such statement could be applied to Adolf Hitler and Richard Wagner.  I am not suggesting that one is as evil as the other – merely that the concatenation puts a lot of people off the man Richard Wagner. 

And I am yet to meet the person who likes or even takes seriously his poetry.  Some can take the librettos seriously – but not me.

Barassi

A friend of mine – if it matters, a lady of an earlier generation – said ‘It feels like another nail in the coffin of my childhood.’ 

That is so right.  Cleopatra, as was her wont, put it more largely.

O, withered is the garland of the war.

The soldier’s pole is fall’n; young boys and girls
Are level now with men. The odds is gone,
And there is nothing left remarkable
Beneath the visiting moon.

Offhand, I cannot think of any person who had as much living impact on the way I see the world and my tiny place in it.  I set out below my views on Ron Barassi in one of four books about the books and people who have furnished my mind – and defined my place in the world. 

Whatever else might be said of Barassi, he was not immortal.  But in the name of heaven, my world is not the same without him.

This whole town will stop when we put him down, and so it bloody well should.  He left us as our elder.

BARASSI

The Life Behind the Legend

Ron Barassi and Peter Mc Farline

Simon and Schuster, Australia, 1995  Rebound in half leather, red and blue.

When you get into your 70’s, you are tempted to say that we did things better in our time.  It’s almost always bullshit, just as it was always bullshit to be told that your schooldays were the best days of your life.  But, in the name of God, some of us had it good in footy in the 50’s and 60’s.  Things are very different now – and try as I may, they don’t look to me as good now.  This book is about one of the reasons for the difference.

My Mum and Dad did not follow footy.  I chose Melbourne in about 1953 because it was the capital city.  I got a Melbourne jumper.  The secretary of the MFC, Jim Cardwell saw us running round and gave us season’s tickets.  I was too young to go.  Then on one memorable day with some other young believers, I walked to the house of Denis Cordner in Hartwell.  I wore number fifteen (the jumper of Athol Webb, a decoy full forward.)  Denis Cordner wore the number one guernsey and was the leading ruckman.  He was also a charming man.  He was an amateur – there were some left.  He and his wife looked after three or four little boys for an hour or two one Saturday morning with Milo and Maltesers, and took our autograph books away to be signed by the whole team.  I was in awe, and floated home in a dream.  We got the autograph books back and started to work more seriously on our swap-card collections.

I used to listen to the Pelaco Inquest and the London Stores Show with religious fervour (one was on DB and the other KZ), and go out and get The Globe – that we later called the Pink Comic – on Saturday night.  It was then that I started the lifelong habit of only reading a report of a game – or now watching a replay of it – if the right team won.  There is no point in punishing yourself just for the sake of it. 

Ron Barassi was born at Castlemaine Hospital on 27 February 1936.  His father played in a Premiership for Melbourne.  He was the first VFL player to be killed in action.  Ron junior was five.  The great player and coach Norm Smith helped bring up the young boy.  Mum got a job at Miller’s Rope Works in Brunswick and took a night-time job managing the sweets bar at the State Theatre.  Ron went to a couple of tech schools and for years sought to study engineering part time.  He didn’t show much aptitude for footy, but people noticed a determination that was somehow supernatural. 

Barassi started training at Melbourne in 1953.  He took his father’s number – 31.  Norm Smith was the coach.  That foster father relationship was fraught.  One day Barassi sought to pay his board by tipping out a bottle of threepences.  Smith told him to take it all back. 

From 1954 to 1964 Barassi played at ruck rover and captained Melbourne while they won six premierships.  I was there for the last of them in 1964 with my mother, and, as at 2019, we had not won one since.

Smith invented the role of ruck rover for Barassi.  As Ron ran out with Cordner, he asked Denis what he should do.  ‘Just don’t get in my bloody way.’  When Ron got married in 1957, Jim Cardwell organised a working bee of players to help build the house.

Barassi is one of the stand-outs of the game.  I saw him in a number of Grand Finals, including that in 1956 when the crowd was so thick, I got lifted off my feet and had to be pulled up to safety. 

Jack Dyer said:

Despite the greatness of John Coleman, the fluency and cunning of Whitten, the sheer brilliance and courage of Skilton, I nominate Barassi as the greatest player since the war …He is the team man to end all team men

He had the capacity to lift the whole team by exampleespecially in Grand Finals.  Just before half time in the 1959 Final, Essendon were a couple of goals up.  Barassi kicked three goals in five minutes when Bluey Adams thought he had only a one in three chance each time.  The first he kicked with defenders draped all over him, and ‘the next two came from the strongest marks I have ever seen.’

A lot of the story is part of legend.  In 1958, Hooker Harrison and Weideman sucked Barassi in and the Pies won.  When they tried to repeat the dose in 1960, Melbourne held them to 2.2.  In 1963, Roger Dean – thought to be as good an actor as James Dean – staged a free and got Barassi rubbed out for four weeks.  It sounds medieval but the tribunal refused to allow TV film or still photos into evidence.  (These were the days when it was hard to get a magistrate and impossible to get a JP to go against the evidence of the rozzers.)  In 1964, I was seated at the Punt Road end in direct line with the two goals of Gabelich and with a clear view of the Frog’s goal.  Smith thought they had stolen that game.  It was far from Barassi’s best.

Then the world fell in.  Barassi did the unthinkable.  He changed sides.  And to make it worse, he went to Carlton, a side that had unfortunate connections to politics, crime, and the church.  It was hard to know what was more offensive. 

Barassi, the ultimate team player, said something that in 2019 is worth reflecting on.

Loyalty is a word of which I am very, very wary.  Too often it can just mean blind faith.  And in a way blind faith is mindless.

For now we can see that the unthinkable was but a premonition of the revolution that Packer would bring about in cricket about a decade later.  And the cause in each case was exactly the same.  All sports in Australia were administered by haughty, inbred blockheads who took those in their charge for granted and just laughed in their face at players who suggested that they were underpaid – which they so obviously were.  They make the noblesse of the ancien rgime look downright sensible, but God spared these galahs the guillotine.

The next year saw the vacuous members of the Establishment purporting to manage Melbourne commit the greatest crime in sport since the Red Sox sold Babe Ruth by sacking Norm Smith.  Nemesis was just as cruel.  Melbourne went without flags and always looked spineless.  Collingwood was a leader in maintaining serfdom over players and has since paid its own hideous price.  Carlton, as was its wont, bought a few flags, to general opprobrium, and has since descended into the kingdom of nothingness.  In truth, all the Victorian power-house clubs had dry runs in the cause of making the game national, but for many of us who have grown old, the sell-out to television and the dollar has been at best demeaning and at worst a disaster. 

Barassi saw success at Carlton, not least in 1970, and North Melbourne, but the second coming was not so good at Melbourne or Sydney.

In 1954, I had listened on the radio to us lose to Footscray in the Grand Final.  About fifty years later, I heard their full back that day describe his day.  He turned up for work as usual as an apprentice butcher.  He went home to Thornbury for lunch.  He drove to the MCG.  Bugger!  He had forgotten his boots.  He asked the man in blue to hold his spot open, went back home for his boots, and got back just in time to hear Charlie Sutton’s pre-match address.  In which, I am told, he said: ‘You blokes just worry about the ball – I will look after the other stuff.’

In many ways, I would trace our loss of innocence back to 1964 and 1965.  The relevant chapter in this book is headed ‘Little Boys Shed Tears.’  That I was a big boy did not exempt me.  We are not talking of a loss of blind faith – but a loss of any faith. 

And we go back to a time when the secretary of a footy club would stop his car and hand out tickets to kids from Glen Iris State School because of their jumpers, when people burning autumn leaves in the street signalled the start of the season, when the biggest cricket game in town was Victoria v New South Wales on Boxing Day, and when after seeing the Bulldogs at the Western oval, members of the Smorgon family would call in for fish and chips, and the elder would tell the younger not to mention the pickled onion to mum as it was ‘bad for the gazz.’

Now, older men in pubs talk about Trumper and Bradman, and Barassi and Whitten.  I never saw Trumper, and in a flat kind of way, I am not sad that I never saw Bradman.  But I sure did see Barassi, and that memory is not just part of me, but part of my country.

Passing Bull 367 – missing the point

If the letters to The Age mean anything, the AFL has a lot to worry about following the dismissal of the case against Maynard.  And most is coming from parents and grandparents – like me.

The discussion has been oceanic.  No discussion I have seen cited the relevant rule.  A lawyer would say the discussion might cover four questions.

First – what does the relevant rule of the game – or, perhaps, law of the land – provide?

Secondly, what findings of fact were open on the evidence before the tribunal to determine whether those findings of fact showed conduct that breached the relevant rule?

Thirdly, if a charge was found to be proved, what was the appropriate range of penalty?  This presumably would require assessing the custom or precedents of the tribunal.

Finally, does the consequence so arrived at conform with the expectations of the community or market?

I have little notion on the first three, but the answer to the fourth looks to me to be ‘No’.

Which term is á la mode.