Movies -Valley of Love, Brooklyn, Eye in the Sky

 

If you missed Valley of Love at the French Film Festival, don’t fret.  The director keeps threatening to unleash Depardieu and Huppert, and then resiles.  It is a bit of a tease.  If you missed Brooklyn, I wouldn’t worry either.  It is a love story as pure as Romeo and Juliet, but the second half depends on your believing that it might end the same way.  I couldn’t, and the result was pointless kitsch.  The bright spot was Romeo – he looks like James Dean and Montgomery Clift combined, and he sounds like Sinatra.  It is uncanny.  He could be a star if they still make those kinds of movies.

Eye in the Sky is an altogether different film.  It packs a wallop to watch and reflect on.  This is a film about combating terrorism by the use of drones.  The operation is controlled from England, by a colonel (Helen Mirren) who reports to a general (Alan Rickman) who in turn chairs a committee that contains two cabinet ministers and two staffers.  They are assisted by American units in Las Vegas (the pilot and his assistant) and Hawaii (the computerised target identifiers).  The target is on the ground in Nairobi and the mission is assisted by Nairobi troops and one very astute small vehicle camera operator who can get tiny bird or insect-like instruments to get close-ups of the target, even inside a house.

This is a military exercise led by the military, but, incongruously, subject to on the spot cabinet committee approval.  However unlikely that plotline is in what is said to be an act of some kind of warfare, it is an ideal way for the plot to expose the moral, political, and legal issues.  The drama is given teeth by a small girl being present close to the target and on any view within the likely range of ‘collateral damage’ if the pilot of the drone is instructed or authorised to strike.

Since the Reich, we have got used to the idea of people going to work each morning with murder in their briefcase.  That sense is brought home here because we see the leading figures emerge from their daily lives before adopting the role of killers.  For example, the general has to collect a doll for a child on his way to work, and a politician has to be interrupted on the loo because he is getting over food poisoning.

The drama brings home the difficulty faced by people having to accept responsibility for having blood on their own hands.  We are told that the legal issues are determined by reference to ‘the terms of engagement’.  Presumably these are the basis upon which the government of Kenya has invited the military of the UK and the US to conduct lethal operations in its territory.

The overriding moral issue is how anyone gets the right to kill people merely on the grounds of suspicion in something that is nothing like a real ‘war’.  The drama is stark, and sometimes black, as people duck for cover and refer up.  Lawyers will also recognise what happens when someone can’t get the advice they want on one set of instructions and therefore change the instructions.  Some lawyers are better at playing that game than others.  It is, after all, form of dishonesty.  ‘If I can’t kick a goal there, I will move the goal posts.’  It might remind you of Groucho Marx: ‘You don’t like my principles – I will get some new principles.’  There are some quite revolting moments where people compute hypothetical death tolls by references to odds of probabilities – all of which may involve one kind of intellectual fraud, and another kind of moral bankruptcy.

You get the sense that the mission has to take place.  Ultimately, I think most people in the West know that drone strikes are going on and that decisions to kill people are being made that would be horribly unlawful and utterly unthinkable if they were taken in respect of people of our skin colour and our citizenship in our country, but which we somehow tolerate taking place elsewhere.  Most people will accept this, on the basis that they do not have to know or want to know exactly what is going on.  This attitude still, I think persists, although people at large in the West no longer trust their governments as they used to, but we must still ask what is the difference between us and, say, a large part of the German nation during the period 1939 to 1945?

Certainly, while we put up with this kind of killing going on in our name, we can hardly regard ourselves as morally superior to Robespierre and the other terrorists who ruled France during the period known as ‘the Terror’.  Contrary to received general opinion, the French terrorists did not kill people merely on suspicion – the Law of Suspects merely authorised the detention of people who were suspected of being inimical to the regime, and that kind of law is very common in a country facing a foreign threat as France was at that time.  They may in fact have been executing people on suspicion, but they were not doing so under some legal process that permitted them to do that – and they at least put up some form of trial first.

There was no form of judicial intervention in this film at all; and the terrorists were exclusively terrorists operating in Kenya who did not appear to pose any threat to those nations who were engaging in the operation to kill terrorists.  The moral issues are, therefore, to put it softly, serious.  To what extent do we want to give our military or our government the power to kill people on the footing that the ends justify the means, when that maxim is the foundation of the political evil that underlies all forms of terrorism?

And a fond farewell to the late Alan Rickman.  What a voice!  What a lip-curl!  He was a truly wonderful creator of character.  He helped to make Barchester Chronicles the best thing on TV since Callan.

Passing Bull 35 – Could Tim Wilson be the best bullshit-artist this country has ever seen?

 

In the outer about half a century ago, you could hear remarks addressed to VFL umpires as follows: ‘You’re all just bloody mushrooms.  Raised in the dark, big heads, short stalks, and you thrive on bullshit.’  It could refer to any Oz politician, but whenever I see Freedom Boy – Tim Wilson – my mind turns to the outer and to those mushrooms.

At the end of this post is a copy of one I put out about twelve months ago when Tim decided that the massacre at Charlie Hebdo was a good platform for him to sprout some bullshit on his chosen ideology.

Now Tim is headed for parliament.  Timbo’s soul-mate, Janet Albrechtsen, gushed about it in The Australian this morning

Both Wilson and Paterson hail from the IPA, Australia’s premier voice of freedom, of which I am a director. There are no passengers at the IPA. It’s a lean machine that cannot afford to carry anyone who is not an outstanding warrior for the freedom cause. Neither Paterson nor Wilson were assured of winning their preselections. Their credentials won the day and their preselection speeches reminded party members that in an election year candidates need to hit the road running. As Wilson told preselectors on Sunday: “I have defended liberalism from behind enemy lines” — even on ABC television’s Q&A. “If Liberals don’t make the case for freedom and responsibility, no one will.”

Wilson gave up his well-paid job as Freedom Commissioner (Human Rights Commissioner) to fight for the Goldstein seat. He faced tough competition from a strong local candidate, Denis Dragovic and the impressive Georgina Downer. Wilson won notwithstanding a disgraceful smear campaign from Liberal Party opponents who suggested, among other things, that he “is a danger to our families, schools and community” for supporting the original Safe Schools program. That was just one of many outright lies. Wilson raised concerns with the Coalition government last year about the program.

Attorney-General George Brandis is right that, in less than half of his five-year term as Freedom Commissioner, Wilson “single-handedly reshaped the human rights debate in Australia”.

If that does not make you ill, you are to be congratulated or pitied.  It was the Attorney-General – Bookshelves Brandis – who made all Freedom Boy’s birthdays come at once, and now he celebrates a statutory corporation, which is supposed to be apolitical, being infected by ideological claptrap.  God help us- some of these poor bastards never get out of school.  And the Liberal Party has another ideological warrior in the house.  God help us.

It is hard to imagine a better example of why our politics make us feel ill.  Tim will be our new model MP.  Big head; no brains; never had a real job; neck in the trough for life; but just full of bullshit.

PREVIOUS POST (8 March 2015)

A man called Tim Wilson was appointed as Australia’s Human Rights Commissioner in February 2014 on a package that is now north of $400,000 a year according to press reports.  What were his credentials for this high office and even higher pay-cheque?  Mr Wilson sets out his credentials on his website as follows.

About Tim

Tim Wilson is Australia’s Human Rights Commissioner and a classical liberal public policy analyst. He is one of Australia’s most challenging opinion leaders drawing on strong philosophical principles, backed up with evidence while maintaining a real-world edge. Passionate. Controversial. Fearless. He’s not afraid to be outspoken in offering an optimistic solutions-focused perspective on local and international issues that gets people engaging and talking.

Quick summary

  • Appointed as Australia’s Human Rights Commissioner for five years from February 2014.
  • International public policy analyst specialising in international trade, health, intellectual property and climate change policy.

Recognition

  • Recognised by The Australian newspaper as one of the ten emerging leaders of Australian society as part of its 2009 Next 100
  • Inaugural graduate of Monash University’s John Bertrand leadership series.
  • Australian Leadership Award from the Australian Davos Connection 2010 recipient.
  • Recognised by Same Same as one of Australia’s 25 most influential gay and lesbian Australians in 2010.
  • Fellow of the 2010 Asialink Leaders Program at the University of Melbourne.
  • Participant in The Australian newspaper’s 2011 Shaping Our Future: Ideas to Change a Century series on public health financing.
  • Inaugural participant in the 2011 Australian-ASEAN Emerging Leaders Programme run by ISIS Malaysia, the St James Ethics Centre and Asialink…..
  • Twice-elected President of the Monash University Student Union.
  • Selected as a News and Public Affairs judge at the 2012 TV Week Logie Awards.

Media and commentary

  • Regularly published in print media, including The Australian, the Wall Street Journal Asia and Europe and the Australian Financial Review and newspapers across Australia and the Asia Pacific.
  • Appears on Australian and international television and radio.
  • Regular radio programs on 2CC, 3AW, 4BC, 6PR & 774.
  • Regular guest on New York’s nationally syndicated radio program, the John Batchelor show, with John Batchelor and US editorial board member, Mary Kissel.
  • Regular television programs including ABC’s Q&A, The Drum and News Breakfast, Channel Ten’s Bolt Report and Sky News’ The Nation, the Contrarians and Lunchtime Agenda.
  • Previously co-hosted ABC News 24 TV’s Snapshot
  • Regularly contributes to journals and books and speaks at conferences.

Education

  • Currently completing a Graduate Diploma of Energy and the Environment (Climate Science and Global Warming) at Perth’s Murdoch University.
  • Completed specialist executive education on intellectual property, diplomacy and global public health in a joint program of  New Jersey’s Gibbons Institute of Law, Science & Technology at Seton Law School and Geneva’s Institut de Hautes Études Internationales et du Développment.
  • Completed specialist eexecutive education on global public health policy and diplomacy in a joint program of Geneva’s Institut de Hautes Études Internationales et du Développment and the World Health Organisation.
  • Completed specialist executive education on intellectual property at the World Intellectual Property Organisation’s Worldwide Academy.
  • Studied the WTO, International Trade and Development at Geneva’s Institut de Hautes Études Internationales et du Développment.
  • Trained carbon accountant from Swinburne.
  • Completed a Masters of Diplomacy and Trade (International Trade) from the Monash Graduate School of Business.
  • Completed a Bachelor of Arts (Policy Studies) from Monash University.
  • Completed a Diploma of Business.

Board and professional service

  • Current Board Director of Alfred Health (Alfred, Caulfield and Sandringham hospitals) .
  • Current member of the Australian Health Practitioner Regulation Agency’s Victorian Board for Nursing and Midwifery.
  • Former member of the Department of Foreign Affairs and Trade’s IP industry consultative group.
  • Previous Member of the Council of Monash University (Australia’s largest University with campuses in Australia, Malaysia, South Africa, Italy and the United Kingdom).
  • Previous appointed member of the Steering Committee of the Sydney Opera House’s Festival of Dangerous Ideas.
  • Previous Board Director of Monyx (Food and retail services company).
  • Previous Chairman and Board member of the Monash University Student Union Pty Ltd.

Previously

  • Former policy director at the Institute of Public Affairs – the world’s oldest free market think tank.
  • Former Senior Fellow at New York’s Center for Medicine in the Public Interest.
  • Worked in international development across South East Asia.
  • Delivered Australia’s 2006 logistical and policy aid program to help the Vietnamese government host APEC.
  • Trade, Intellectual Property and Environment policy consultant.

Personal

  • Member of the Fawkner Park Tennis Club, Melbourne Cricket Club, Melbourne Football Club, Mont Pelerin Society, Museum of Modern Art (New York), the National Gallery of Victoria, RACV Club, Royal Brighton Yacht Club and the Tate Modern (London).
  • Enjoys walking, running and bike riding.

Management

  • Mr Wilson is represented by Shaun Levin from Profile Talent Management, +61(0)3 8598 7808……

Well, it is evident that Mr Wilson has a God-given penchant for bullshit of the purest order. The intro to his website is five star rolled gold bullshit.  Mr Wilson has hardly any credentials at all for his office or pay-cheque – except a big head and a bigger mouth, and that penchant for pure bullshit.  And when Mr Wilson puts that mouth to work, the results are breathtaking.

Charlie Hebdo vs 18C: no contest, The Australian

Posted on January 19, 2015 by Tim Wilson

CHARLIE Hebdo would have been a legal publication in Australia. But it would have faced regular efforts to have it shut down or censored under state and federal laws.

In Australia the primary legal weapon used against Charlie Hebdo would have been section 18C of the Racial Discrimination Act, which makes it unlawful to offend, insult, humiliate or intimidate on the basis of race, colour, national or ethnic origin.

18C doesn’t cover religion, but Charlie Hebdo published many cartoons on race as well as ethno-religious topics that could have been deemed offensive under it.

This is outlined in the explanatory memorandum to the bill that introduced 18C.

The memo said “it is intended that Australian courts would follow the prevailing definition of ‘ethnic origin’ … (which) involves consideration of one or more characteristics … this would provide the broadest basis for protection of peoples such as Sikhs, Jews and Muslims”. It’s this interpretation that led to former Sydney Morning Herald columnist Mike Carlton facing a complaint under 18C because of his disgraceful anti-Semitic language.

18C would have been used against Charlie Hebdo because it sets a low bar to restrict free speech. Administratively, 18C also makes it easy to take action; all you need is an aggrieved party and an arguable case.

Charlie Hebdo’s publishers would then have been caught up in regular disputes and subsequent legal battles if they refused to back down. After significant cost and time, courts would have had to test whether each cartoon enjoyed exemptions under the impossibly opaque section 18D of the act, which requires publication to be undertaken reasonably and in good faith.

Many cartoons were satirical, but they were also designed to strongly provoke and didn’t seek to minimise the offence caused. That may mean they wouldn’t always be covered by the exemptions.  Each one would have to be assessed on its merits.

Even if 18D did apply in all cases, that doesn’t justify 18C. Section 18D doesn’t protect free speech. Arguing it does is absurd. In practice, 18C declares you guilty, 18D allows you to profess your innocence.

Censorship doesn’t just occur because a court silences a voice. Censorship also occurs because bad laws allow publications to be bullied through legal processes until their only viable option is to cower and self-censor.

Charlie Hebdo would have been destroyed through a thousand 18C complaints.

The Charlie Hebdo massacre is a tragedy, and it should be a reminder that we need to defend free speech even when speech offends and insults.

Offence and insult are subjective, emotional responses to the actions of others.  Individuals can be offended and insulted by just about anything, even when it is not intended.  For that reason, a law that prohibits speech that merely offends and insults sets the bar too low. Instilling these principles in law ultimately leads to self-censorship.

For example, last year Anthony Mundine did an interview on Channel 7’s Sunriseprogram. During Andrew O’Keefe’s interview Mundine said Aboriginality and the “choice” of homosexuality were incompatible and homosexuality shouldn’t be shown on prime time television.  The basis of his comment was “Aboriginal law”.

Mundine has probably taken too many blows to the head in the boxing ring and his comments are stupid and offensive.  We can say both those things.  And in a free and democratic country Mundine should be allowed to say stupid and offensive things.

But that doesn’t mean the basis of his offensive comments is wrong.  Across the country I’ve met gay and lesbian Aboriginal Australians who have told me horrible stories of how they’re treated.

Not that poor treatment of gay and lesbian people is limited to Aboriginal culture.  Many ethnic cultures engage in even more horrific treatment of gay and ­lesbian people, including in Australia.

But if we want to harshly criticise the justification of Mundine’s commentary we risk offending his ethnic origins.  Because of 18C Australians have to cautiously discuss the topic, especially non-Aboriginal Australians.

The example highlights a fundamental flaw of 18C.  The assumption behind the law is that racism essentially comes from the dominant racial group against minorities. That isn’t the case. Sometimes minorities judge each other horribly and harshly.

One of the cheap party tricks of 18C’s defenders is asking the leading question: “What is it that you want to say that you can’t say?”  The assumption is that you want to say something racist.  That isn’t the case.  When Mundine made his despicable comments I censored my response because of 18C and the risk that I’d offend or insult his heritage.

Would I have been let off because of 18D?  Possibly. I can’t say with confidence my comments would have been judged to have been in “good faith”.

Regardless, I don’t fancy being hauled through the Human Rights Commission or a court for refusing to apologise.  So it is to self-censor rather than criticise another’s bigotry.

Chalk that up as a victory for social inclusion and harmony.  18C gives legal privileges to some to be bigots while we allow the law to intimidate others into self-censorship who want to respond.

Which of those remarks do you find to be the most sensible, coming as they did less than a fortnight after the murders?

The post is mainly about the meaning and effects of some of our laws.  Among the many tickets that Mr Wilson has collected, such as being a trained carbon accountant, a lawyer’s ticket is not one of them.  Well, who says that you should have some idea about what you are talking about?  This is a free country is not?  When you are pulling down a salary of about the level of that of the Chief Justice of the High Court of Australia?

Mr Wilson suffers from the intellectual malaise of his political masters and patrons, those most bounteous providers for his welfare.  He is not long on rational thought.  He prefers slogans and labels.  It all comes down to ‘censorship’ and self-censorship.

And notice how combative Mr Wilson gets with his opponents.  Those who disagree with him – or Mr Andrew Bolt – engage in ‘cheap party tricks’.  An aboriginal boxer said on TV that homosexuality and aboriginal law were incompatible and that homosexuality should not be shown on prime time TV.  Mr Wilson took serious offence at this, but he did not answer the allegation by looking at the meaning and effect of aboriginal law.  No, instead of rational and polite argument, Mr Wilson plays the man.  In AFL terms, he hangs out a coat-hanger.  ‘Mundine has probably taken too many blows to the head in the boxing ring and his comments are stupid and offensive’.  Not content with branding his opponent as punch-drunk, stupid and offensive, Mr Wilson later builds up to ‘despicable’ and ‘bigotry’, the intellectual death-knell of his primary patron.

The point of all this invective and venom, and self-mortification, appears to be that Mr Wilson fears that the law is so badly structured that it would not be safe for him publicly to answer or refute the proposition of the man that he is so happy to vilify at our expense.  That involves a legal question.  Perhaps Mr Wilson may have sought legal advice about what he as saying.  Then he should have been told that nearly everything that he had said was bullshit.

Poet of the Month: Judith Wright

Autumn Fires

Old flower-stems turn to sticks in autumn,

clutter the garden, need

the discipline of secateurs.

Choked overplus, straggle of weed,

cold souring strangling webs of root;

I pile the barrow with the lot.

Snapped twig that forgets flower and fruit,

thought branch too hard to rot,

 I stack you high for a last rite.

When twigs are built and match is set,

your death springs up like life; it’s flare

crowns and consumes the ended year.

Corruption changes to desire

that sears the pure and wavering air,

and death goes upward like a prayer.

Passing Bull 34 The strange death of decent journalism

 

I should confess to bias.  I was professionally involved in the publishing of a decent book about the Abbott government.

The book by Niki Savva is not decent.  We suspect that our politics are rotten.  This book shows that political hacks who have become soi disant journalists are in that rottenness up to their necks.  The bad sports journalists do not report on games – they moralise, too often with malice, about the politics of that part of the entertainment industry that we call sport.  The bad political journalists do not report on political issues – they moralise, too often with malice, about personality, popularity, and gossip.

We have now reached a new low point.  If a lawyer or journalist is going to comment adversely on someone, they must offer that person the opportunity to respond.  That is one of the rules of their games.  It is also common sense and common decency.  We instinctively recoil from an ambush made in defiance of manners and fairness.

Niki Savva recounted a rumour that no decent person wants to have in the air about them.  In breach of her rules, and in defiance of courtesy, she did not put it to her targets to allow them to respond.  Why not?  She would not be able to trust their responses.  In compounding the libel, Savva praised the courage of others who also wield their knives from behind.  Can you guess what team Niki was playing for?  Where does that leave clause 1 of the Code of Ethics?

This journalist sought to justify her failure of ethics by saying that she has formed an adverse view on the credibility of her targets.  She is therefore prejudiced against them.  This moral landslide in turn appears to entail that when it comes to that little thing called ‘truth’, this journalist has the powers of God.

May God help the test of us, and protect us from the thirty pieces of silver.

Poet of the Month: Judith Wright

The flame-tree

How to live, I said, as the flame-tree lives?

  • to know what the flame-tree knows; to be

prodigal of my life as that wild tree

and wear my passion so?

The lover’s knot of water and earth and sun,

that easy answer to the question of baffling reason,

branches out of my heart this sudden season.

I know what I would know.

How shall I thank you, who teach me how to wait

to quietness for the hour to ask or give:

to take and in taking bestow, in bestowing live:

in the loss of myself, to find?

This is the flame-tree; look how gloriously

that careless blossomer scatters, and more and more.

What the earth takes of her, it will restore.

These are the thanks of lovers who share one mind.

Passing Bull 33 Putting people in boxes

 

The following comes from a column of John Roskam in the AFR today.  Mr Roskam says that Trump and Sanders have a lot of populism in common.  Spot on.  But one suggested difference needles Mr Roskam.

According to some, Trump is the fault of America’s education system. That’s the position of a prominent American commentator whose opinion was reported in this newspaper a few days ago.

“I do also think that this is what happens when you have a democracy of people who are not well-educated. The Trump audience are white men who graduated from high schools that have taught them little and who have not been part of any more engaged, intelligent discourse,” said Anne-Marie Slaughter, a Democrat who held a senior position in the US State Department under Hillary Clinton, and who is now head of a progressive think-tank in Washington.

Slaughter attended Oxford University, Princeton University and Harvard. She taught at the latter two universities. Her views echo what’s uttered in the opinion pages of Salon and The New York Times, and in Ivy League common rooms up and down the east coast of America.

If the blame for Trump falls on America’s schools, then the finger must surely be pointed at the people responsible for that country’s school system. By and large, those people are not Republican.

If a “white man” has not learned enough to know not to vote for Trump, responsibility must rest with the Democratic Party-aligned teachers’ unions that run America’s public schools. At least the country’s largest union, the National Education Association, hasn’t endorsed Sanders – instead it is supporting Hillary Clinton.

Blaming democracy for Donald Trump is a slippery slope.  As is implying that voters who support Trump are stupid. 

A century ago, it was the conservative Right who opposed extending the franchise to blue-collar workers. Now it’s the progressive Left who are uncomfortable with the “not well-educated” having a vote – if that vote is cast for Donald Trump.

Anne-Marie Slaughter’s point about high schools and Trump could just as easily apply to universities and Sanders.

Any Princeton or Harvard graduate who believes the answer to America’s problems is socialism has clearly learned nothing about economics, history or politics.

A commentator makes the point that the supporters of Trump may not be too bright.  For some reason, that comment, which is hardly surprising, needs to be attacked.  Some people rather talk about people than arguing than about their ideas.  Mr Roskam may be one of them.  The commentator is slotted.  She is a Democrat.  She attended Oxford, Princeton, and Harvard.  And her views echo those you can read in The New York Times.

So bloody what?  As it happens, I have attended Cambridge, Harvard and Oxford on many occasions, if only on Summer Schools.  Ted Cruz, whom many, including me, fear more than Trump, went to Princeton and Harvard.  (In this country, Oxford has to answer for Pell and Abbott.)  What inference can you draw from the universities a person went to, the political party if any they support, and the newspaper they read or contribute to?  Just about bugger all – if for no other reason that political parties stand for nothing (which is a big factor in the revolts of Sanders and Trump), and universities can hardly be held to account for their failures.  But even if these labels or boxes surrendered some ‘type’, how would it affect an argument put up by one of those types?  Does 1+1=3 if the speaker is a Republican who went to Yale?

Mr Roskam does not say that schooling has nothing to do with Trump, but if it has, then responsibility does not lie with Republicans – his team, I infer – it is the Democrat –aligned teachers’ unions who are to blame!  Well, if you did not know before, Mr Roskam has dispensed all Masonic handshakes and is conversing with the faithful – and only them.  Then we go into cruise control bullshit and labelling.  The ‘progressive Left’ are now aping the ‘conservative Right’ of a century ago, and any socialist is a lunatic anti-Christ.

You can take your pick what conservative, Right, progressive, or Left might mean.  I have no idea.  But I know a socialist when I see one – someone who supports our Medicare or Mr Obama’s.  That I think includes Mr Trump – depending on the day of the week.

Could anyone surrounded by as many demons as Mr Roskam ever be at ease?  Or was he just saying that Ms Slaughter was too keen on putting people in boxes?

Poet of the Month: Judith Wright

Night After Bushfire

There is no more silence on the plains of the moon

and time is no more alien there, than here.

Sun thrust his warm hand down at the high noon,

but all that stirred was the faint dust of fear.

Charred death upon the rock leans his charred bone

and stares at death from sockets black with flame.

Man, if he come to brave that glance alone,

must leave behind his human home and name.

Carry like a threatened thing your soul away,

and do not look too long to left or right,

for he whose soul wears the strict chains of day

will lose it in this landscape of charcoal and moonlight.

What I believe

 

I

I was born a human being.  This means a lot to me.  I can think and talk in a way that cats or dogs can’t.  That is a comfort when you live on a planet that revolves around one of the millions of stars in creation.  And I believe that the idea of humanity means a lot.

I believe that human beings evolved from animals on earth.  I am told, and I believe, that this process of evolution was completed round about 200,000 years ago in Africa, in that part of Africa that is now one of the most backward parts on earth.  Being first is not therefore everything.  I believe that humans started moving out of Africa about 70,000 years ago.  I forget when they first arrived down here in Australia, but I believe that two of the main things that distinguish us from the gorillas are cutlery and courtesy.

My part in time is therefore minute – much less than a drop in the Pacific Ocean or a grain of sand in the Sahara Desert.  If you reflect on the inconceivable vastness of the universe, my part in space is even smaller.

If there is a God, He or She must have a very big filing cabinet.  I do not believe in God as most people understand that word.  The idea of God does not answer any questions for me.  But if I could, I would pray that there is no God with the personality that most of the religions seem keen to describe.  The Bible and the Koran both speak of atrocities by or in the name of God.

When I say that I don’t believe in God, I mean just that.  I am not saying that there is no God.  It is, if you like, a matter of personal choice.  Whether you follow Arsenal or the Storm is a matter of choice, and people usually arrive at a choice of God in a similar way to choosing their footy team – by inheritance or by chance.  The most devout Muslim may have been an equally devout Hindu had she been born next door.

Others have a different view about God.  That is their perfect right, and good luck to them – as long as they don’t try to inflict their view on me.  I, for my part, find it handy to use the term God when I am talking, even though I personally do not believe in one.

For example, there is a fire station on the peak of Mount Victory in what white people call the Grampians in Victoria.  I like to visit it at least once a year.  If you look down and out over a valley between three ranges, you will see our bush as God made it, or as the blackfellas saw it.  And at dawn or dusk, you will see our bush move through the kinds of colour changes that bedazzled Monet.

I certainly do not believe in any afterlife.  The idea now sounds fanciful to me.  I have no wish to keep going when I die.  I agree with Einstein – once is enough for me, too.  Or, as a Tolstoy character said, when you die, you either get the answers to all your questions, or you stop asking them.  I fancy the latter.

I was therefore liberated by the observation made by Wittgenstein and others that you do not live to see your own death.  This suggestion may look self-evident, but not many people accept what follows from it  After you’ve gone, you have nothing to worry about – you are not here, or anywhere else.  Turgenev wrote a fragment reflecting on death.  Its title is ‘Enough’.  Its last words are those of Hamlet: ‘The rest is silence.’  What more can we say?

II

So I am a human being here and now, once and only for a brief moment in time, and as less than an atom in space.  What follows?

I believe that God laid out a very handsome table for us all, and that courtesy requires that I should do what I can to enjoy what is on offer.  I should try to see as much of the world as I can and to understand as much of the human story as I can.  I should enjoy the fruits of what others have done – what we call art, which is a lyrical reflection of the human condition, as well as all as our learning.  Art in history and theatre is therefore vital.  I wonder what human life may be like without, say, El Greco, Shakespeare, Mozart, or Gibbon – I have little idea.  I believe that art can reveal to us more truth or insight than history or science can.  History as art is therefore golden.

The great minds and artists make and discover things that arouse our sense of wonder and remind us of our limitations.  It is not just the genius that we admire, but their courage to go on with it.  What is it that makes a genius?  How were people like Churchill, Gandhi and Mandela able to do what they did?  Why does the mere name Abraham Lincoln make my bottom lip flutter?  Why do I respond so warmly to the suggestion that to read Shakespeare is to touch the face of God, or to be at home with our own humanity?

It is a source of real comfort to me that men of strong minds who have looked deeply into things – like Spinoza, Hume, Kant, or Einstein – have died happy in their own skin as a result.  But I believe that I have to try to see how we forgot our humanity under people like Cromwell, Robespierre or Napoleon, or how we just lost it under people like Stalin, Hitler or Mao. The big lesson of history for me is how shallow is the veneer of civilisation.  As I write this, that veneer is being blown away at the highest level in the United States.

I should therefore carry myself in the faith that you only get one go, and that it will be over before you realise – and that you are, in the words of Isaiah, as nothing.

III

How should I deal with others?  I was brought up in the tradition of the Ten Commandments and the Sermon on the Mount.  It is wrong to say that I have no religious belief.  I regard the Sermon on the Mount and the man who preached it as sacred.  My life is still affected by the teaching of the man they called Christ.  I am humbled by his life.

The Sermon on the Mount is routinely ignored, but I believe that its prescriptions accord with the teaching of Kant that every human being has his or her own dignity or worth – merely because he or she is a human being.  This for me is axiomatic – just as it was self-evident for Jefferson that all men are created equal – but it is a proposition that is very far from being adhered to, much less regarded as axiomatic, elsewhere.  You can feel the weight of the notion of the dignity or inner worth that each of us has by looking the way that all of the regimes that we least admire set out to destroy that very notion.  This lesson of history is very important to me.

Indeed, I believe that we may look for the character of a people by the way they seek to respect the dignity of themselves and others.  For Kant, this notion of inner worth was tied up with the idea that people must never be treated as a means to an end, but as an end in themselves.  In the result, the first article of the German Constitution expresses my view when it says: ‘Human dignity shall be inviolable.  To respect and protect it shall be the duty of all state authority.’

I believe that most of my moral propositions derive from that one axiom – as does our commitment to what we know as the rule of law.  It says that all of us are equal in the eye of the law and that no one should harm any of us except under the due process of the law.  To paraphrase St. Augustine, if there is no justice, is government any more than daylight robbery?

There is one other proposition about dealing with others that is not self-evident.  Long experience tells us that people as a whole get on better in say clubs, teams, or towns when the people who have been blessed or fortunate give back to others.  In the language of logic, this proposition is more inductive than deductive, more empirical than rationalist – if you have to resort to Latin, we are not talking a priori.  The notion of noblesse oblige is in my view fundamental to what we call civilisation.  It is I think integral to what we see as the dignity of humanity.

If I had to source this obligation, I would again look at what it means to be human.  Most animals are protective parents, and some look after their own wounded – just as dogs know the difference between being tripped over and being deliberately kicked.  The animals or humans who neglect their sick or reject their young or aged may be at a different phase of evolution – I believe that persons and peoples are evolving all the time.  But I believe that humans have a more refined sense of an obligation to look after others of their kind than, say, vultures or weasels.  This generalisation is, of course, slippery.  Ants and bees are much more constructive for everyone than black holes in humanity like Adolf Hitler or Donald Trump.  Whether we are evolving for the better or for worse is in dispute; it may be a matter of faith.

If a blind man or a young toddler falls over in front of me, I go to help them.  You would be revolted if I did not do so.  In 1909 a Welshman brought up by a cobbler, who was a lay Baptist preacher, told the English Parliament that these ‘problems of the sick or infirm or unemployed are problems with which it is the business of the State to deal’.  He and a lapsed Tory led a social revolution that brought them close to a civil war to get that view passed into law.

Of course that has to be right in any decent people.  This is part of what I regard as civilisation.  The rest is degree or detail – and I often wonder at the mess that we make of it.  A community run by the ideology of the Tea Party would be a living denial of the Sermon on the Mount, and a very cold and heartless place.

Then there is what Sir Lewis Namier finely referred to as ‘plain human kindness.’  We don’t talk about things like kindness, or even compassion, under the heading of philosophy, much less the law, but anyone who said that they had turned their back on it would be someone that you would not want to turn your own back on.  I’m not sure why we are so skittish talking about compassion or kindness – life without them would give a fair view of Hell.

IV

What about dealing with others en masse – what we call politics?

I would like government to have as little to do with me as is decently possible – but I believe that the people who are better off (including me) have obligations to those who are not so well off.  Neither political party in any way helps me to resolve that tension, and I’m afraid that I don’t trust either of them.  My fading faith in party politics is very common across the western world now.

If you combine the notions of respect for the dignity of the individual with the obligation of the more fortunate to look after those not so well off, then you get close to what I regard as a decent community – or, if you prefer, civilisation.

Someone once said that you could test the civilisation of a people by looking at how they run their jails.  A more contemporary test is how people treat those others who are less fortunate than us and are fleeing from oppression.  As of now, some of our thuggish deceit on our obligations to refugees defies belief.

There is a level of inequality in opportunity, standing, income and wealth in Australia that I regard as disgraceful in such a young and prosperous nation.  I see that as a failure to observe the dignity of each human being and the need for the better off to look after others.  It follows that I believe that we are falling short on both of my ideals.

It is worse than that.  Any community must ultimately rest on some sense of proportion or reasonableness.  People who are accustomed to wield power who flout all sense of proportion will incite regime change – just look at the nobility and the church in Paris in 1789 and St Petersburg in 1917.  One example now is a bank paying one of its managers a thousand times as much as it pays one of its tellers.  Another example is that a blackfella can be thrown into jail for stealing a loaf of bread because it is his third time up, which takes us back to the law of crime and punishment that led to the penal colony in which this nation was conceived, while people at the other end of town lie and cheat and ruin millions of lives and get away with it.

My instincts, and no more, suggest that the indignation of people at inequality is behind much of the rebellious rejection of the establishments and their political parties in the West today.  This rebellion may be the first step toward regime change.

I have to accept that my country will probably not achieve full independence from the English monarchy in my lifetime – because, as chance has it, the Queen will probably outlive me.  This is my biggest regret.  The downside of our being so uncaring and laid back about politics is that we just refuse to grow up – and, my God, it shows.  The capacity to leave your own tram-lines without feeling lost should be one of the great gifts of mankind.  We don’t have it yet in Australia.  I cannot help feeling that the ghastly mediocrity of our politics is related to our inability to shed our borrowed past and to stand on our own two feet.

In professions, politics, business, or sport, I believe that you take a certain amount of ability as given, and then the rest is character.

I believe that the worst vice of people in a group is intolerance.  It frequently comes with what is called ideology, for which the Oxford Dictionary splendidly gives ‘visionary theorising.’  Mercifully, we tend to reject that vice in this country.  It does not sit well with our Anglo-Saxon preference for experience over logic, which we sometimes call common sense, or with the common law.  Think tanks in Australia forget that we dislike and distrust ideology down here – the failure of Americans to see this is one reason why we find their politics so awful.  People who put theory above evidence are bloody dangerous.

Intolerance is often related to labels, or putting people in boxes.  George Bush Senior said that labels are what you put on soup cans.  Labelling is just another failure to respect human dignity – it is also how people start to see others just as means to an end.

I am cautious about people claiming the label of ‘libertarian’, or admitting to an ideological obsession with freedom of speech, or any other ‘right’ they say they cannot compromise.  Some of these people are zealots who hunt in packs and who spend far too much time on the internet, and who have neither the time nor the inclination to be tolerant.  They attack people rather than look at their ideas.  We may be looking at an internet fuelled failure of the western mind – the collapse of courtesy is already well under way.

V

I believe that we should use our minds to stare down demons, but I suspect that our most important decisions are taken outside of logic.  If there is a completely logical human being, he or she would be cold, unnatural, and unloved.  The people who worry me most are those who say that they have the answer.  Sense and experience – let alone plain human kindness – usually trump bare logic.  In truth, emotions commonly do so as well – otherwise we could hand ourselves over to computers.

You also need time and space to be deliberately irrational and at large – that is where sport and the bush come in, hand-tied dry flies and grain-flow forged wedges, slow cooked oxe-tail and long held red, Ferrari and the Storm, Miles Davis and The New Yorker, French bread and French actresses, Paris and Berlin, and an annual pilgrimage to our primeval Australian bush.

I believe that a sense of humour, including a refusal to take yourself too seriously, is essential to sanity.

I’m very suspicious of those who mock faith.  These people are often selfish intellectual bullies.  I believe that faith is an essential complement to the ability to think that comes with our being human.  In truth, I have to take so much on faith – how the atoms of my body hang together, how the stars of the universe hold together, or the state of my bank account, or the contents of my tax return – they are all just about as far beyond my comprehension as God is.

I am ill at ease with that form of intolerance that is called atheism.  These people claim to have the answer, but they don’t.  It is after all hard to prove a negative.  And I think a lot of these people are cold, arrogant intellectual snobs who are content to kick in the guts people they see as less clever.

When Darwin was asked to receive some atheists, who had wanted to claim him as a soul-brother, he asked why they had to be so aggressive.  He had come to the view early that law rules the earth, and heaven, and that to believe anything else was to demean God.  What were miracles but God interrupting himself?  His early belief was like that of Spinoza, Kant, or Einstein – our innate knowledge of the Creator had evolved as a consequence of his most magnificent laws.  Darwin’s views on God would shift, but he was never guilty of dogmatism or absolutism.

A world without wonder would not be worth living in.  We should be wary of any people who want to banish our sense of wonder.  We should also be wary of the deniers or the negators – those narky, neurotic put-downers, the leerers, jeerers, and sneerers, the smiling assassins who are the sad victims of their own insecurity – the Bazarovs of this world.  They take but they do not give.  As Stefan Zweig said, ‘negation is sterile.’  So much is obvious.

VI

As for me in time and space, I believe that I am one of the luckiest bastards alive – to have been born in 1945 in Australia.  My luck was compounded by loving and caring parents, two good schools (state then private), a decent university, and the chance to go into a learned profession and to learn how to try to look after others.  I have been especially fortunate to be able to spend so much of my professional life inquiring into that mystery that we call the common law.  I believe that it is one of the greatest achievements of mankind.   I have also been blessed by being able to do some good for other people now and then.

So, I believe that you are born, you raise your children, you bury your parents, and you die.  You arrive, you take, you give back, and then you go.  Life has a symmetry, and that’s all there is to it.

I may not be very far away, then, from Kant, who said that the two things that filled him with wonder were the moral law inside him – which I take to include our inner human worth – and the starry firmament above him.

But I suppose that that would sound more than a little pretentious coming from me – if not downright bullshit.

Passing Bull 32 – Getting to the point – a confession; more on Trump

As a lawyer for more than 40 years, who spent 30 years hearing cases, I have a God-given certainty that there is one true law of advocacy.  If you have a point, make it, and don’t spoil it with a dud.  I must therefore take my own medicine.

The other day, I spent about an hour drafting a letter to The New York Times about Donald Trump.  The first draft is set out below.  I then went to their website which told me that the letter should be about 150 to 170 words.  The first draft was about 320.  I then set about reducing it by half.  That produced the final draft which is set out below and which was sent to the paper.

The lesson, and my medicine, is that the second draft was much better than the first.

FIRST DRAFT

Dear Sir

May an ageing Australian lawyer comment on your politics?

We down here have a lot in common with you up there.  I have friends there; I visit there; I have done a Summer School at Harvard; after my home town Melbourne, and Berlin, New York is my favourite city.

Most Australians look on the U S with affection and some respect.

Our respect is qualified because we think that your position on guns and healthcare is odd if not mad – and cruel.  But people are different, and we are content to see you as the leader of the free world.

My fear is that we won’t keep looking to you for any kind of leadership if Donald Trump is nominated to stand for President.  That for us would be pure madness.  We presently discount the impossible – his being elected – but just his nomination would I fear rob the U S of all its standing in the world for the foreseeable future.

I do not think our faith in you could withstand such a shock, and I am revolted by the thought of our Prime Minister being received at the White House by that man and his menagerie.  I have no doubt that such is the view in London, Paris, and Berlin.

There are awful precedents of what may happen if a decent nation elects a populist to give a jolt to the political establishment in the faith that educated people will be able to reel him in later.  I need not rehearse the dark names that this candidate evokes.  And the U S is threatening to split wide open and lose its standing to lead at the same time that Europe looks like splitting up.  What is to become of us all?

I have even less standing to comment on the Republican Party, but if it were a public company, its Board of Directors would have been sacked long ago.

Yours sincerely,

FINAL LETTER

Dear Sir,

A letter from down under

Most Australians look on the U S with affection and some respect.

Our respect is qualified because we think that your position on guns and healthcare is odd if not mad – and cruel.  But people are different, and we see you as the leader of the free world.

My fear is that we won’t keep looking to you if Donald Trump is nominated to stand for President.  That for us would be pure madness. 

I do not think our faith in you could withstand such a shock, and I am revolted by the thought of our Prime Minister being received at the White House by that man and his menagerie.

There are awful precedents of what may happen if a decent nation elects a populist to give a jolt to the political establishment in the faith that educated people will be able to reel him in later.  I need not rehearse the dark names that this candidate evokes. 

Yours sincerely,

I would not allow Donald Trump into my house.  As we face the unthinkable, it will be interesting to see what clout the respectable world press has.

This morning’s AFR carried a piece by Martin Wolf of The Financial Times, one of the best newspapers in the world, and, when last I looked, not Left wing.  I want to set out some parts of that piece at length – and not just because it conforms with my prejudices.

What is one to make of the rise of Donald Trump?  It is natural to think of comparisons with populist demagogues past and present.  It is natural, too, to ask why the Republican Party might choose a narcissistic bully as its candidate for president.  This, though, is not just about a party, but about a great country.  The U S is the greatest republic since Rome, the bastion of democracy, the guarantor of the liberal global order. It would be a global disaster if Mr Trump were to become president.  Even if he fails, he has rendered the unthinkable sayable.

Mr Trump is a promoter of paranoid fantasies, a xenophobe and an ignoramus.  His business consists of the erection of ugly monuments to his own vanity.  He has no experience of political office.  Some compare him to Latin American populists.  He might also be considered an American Silvio Berlusconi, albeit without the charm or business acumen.  But Mr Berlusconi, unlike Mr Trump, never threatened to round up and expel millions of people.  Mr Trump is grossly unqualified for the world’s most important political office.

Yet, as Robert Kagan, a neoconservative intellectual, argues in a powerful column in The Washington Post, Mr Trump is also ‘the GOP’s Frankenstein monster.’  He is, says Mr Kagan, the monstrous result of the party’s ‘wild obstructionism’, its demonisation of political institutions, its flirtation with bigotry, and its ‘racially tinged derangement syndrome’ over President Obama.  He adds: ‘We are supposed to believe that Trump’s legion of ‘angry’ people are angry about wage stagnation.  No, they are angry about all the things Republicans have told them to be angry about these past seven-and-a-half years.’

Mr Kagan is right but does not go far enough.  This is not about the past seven and a half years.  These attitudes were to be seen in the 1990s, with the impeachment of President Clinton.  Indeed, they go back to the party’s opportunistic response to the civil rights movement in the 1960s.  Alas, they have become worse, not better, with time.

Why has this happened?  The answer is that this is how a wealthy donor class, dedicated to the aims of slashing taxes and shrinking the state, obtained the foot soldiers and voters it required.  This then is ‘pluto – populism’: the marriage of plutocracy with right wing populism.……

It is rash to assume constitutional constraints would survive the presidency of someone elected because he neither understands nor believes in them.  Rounding up and deporting eleven million people is an immense coercive enterprise.  Would a president elected to achieve this be prevented and, if so, by whom?  What are we to make of Mr Trump’s enthusiasm for the barbarities of torture?

This is very powerful writing indeed, and someone might pass it on to the Sniper and his loyal mates in The Australian.

This piece also shows some things cannot be dealt with in the space of Twitter, or the guidelines of the NYT letters, or the Gettysburg Address.

Three things about fascists last century.  People did not take the fascists at their word.  Liberals thought that they could reel them in later.  They were wrong, and their nation was buggered.

And the rest of the world felt the pain.

Poet of the month: Judith Wright

Woman to Man

The eyeless labourer in the night,

the selfless, shapeless seed I hold,

builds for its resurrection day –

silent and swift and deep from sight

foresees the unimagined light.

 

This is no child with a child’s face;

this has no name to name it by:

yet you and I have known it well.

This is our hunter and our chase,

the third who lay in our embrace.

 

This is the strength that your arm knows,

the arc of flesh that is my breast,

the precise crystals of our eyes.

This is the blood’s wild tree that grows

the intricate and folded rose.

 

This is the maker and the made;

this is the question and reply;

the blind head butting at the dark,

the blaze of light along the blade.

Oh hold me, for I am afraid.

Passing Bull 31 – The Loudest Twitterer

If there is something to be gained from the mess that is US politics, it is that ours may not look so bad after all.

About three quarters of a year of cripplingly expensive bullshit and division will eventually produce two candidates.  The parties have let the system get out of control.  They have committed themselves to having democratically selected candidates.  The English Labour Party did that too, and we know the results.  That is a bad case of preferring logic to experience.

The position with the Republicans would be comical, if it were not so serious – even to us down here.  Senator Cruz went, I think, to Princeton and Harvard, and is a member of the United States Senate.  He is running for President of the US representing the Republican Party.  With those cast-iron Establishment credentials, he claims to be against the Establishment.  The truth is that the Establishment is against him.  The Republicans hate him more than Democrats do.

Donald Trump has no policies at all.  He just shouts slogans and mantras and offers nostrums.  He is the ultimate Twitter age politician – full of loud, clipped bullshit of the required number of characters.  The last thing that you could describe Trump as is a Conservative politician.  He is in the populist mode and style of Mussolini.  There is an epic quality to his bullshit.

So, the Republican Party is looking at a possible choice between a radical ideologue it hates and a populist who is not a Conservative.  Perhaps it is time the Republicans ask themselves whether their brand of conservatism – that is minimal legislative intervention – is what a majority of the American people want in the year of Our Lord 2016.  Trump is willing to intervene everywhere, and there does not appear to be much appetite for the Tea Party minimalism of Cruz.  Perhaps also the party might drag itself out of the 19th century and have a platform, a leader, and some policies.

There are many nightmare possibilities for the rest of the world.  If Trump were to do the impossible and become the President, who would receive Frau Merkel?  In The Australian on Saturday, Emma-Kate Symons had a piece indicting the US press for not being critical enough of the family connection.

Trump is currently sporting a third wife.  He has got a daughter called Ivanka.  She is pregnant.  Trump says ‘if Ivanka wasn’t my daughter perhaps I might be dating her.’  Well, why not add incest to the holy cows available for slaughter?  The journalist criticises serious outlets such as Bloomberg and Yahoo for running puff pieces with headlines like ‘Ivanka with her bump stumps up for Papa Trump’.  The reason the press is so soft is that they are scared of Trump and of being locked out.

But if you want to know who might greet Frau Merkel, this is what Emma–Kate says:

The rise of Trump can be traced to multiple factors in the dysfunctional US political system.  It is among other things, the tale of an opportunistic, celebrity-seeking Alpha male paradoxically hanging off the stilettos of the clever model women around him: Number 1 campaigner, heiress, ex-model and Trump corporate senior executive Ivanka and his third wife, the Slovenian-born former catwalk habitué, Melania.

Yet, despite their tactical importance and role in legitimising Trump when it comes to women and immigrants, Trump’s leading ladies are apparently off-limits when it comes to fearless  scrutiny by US media.

Take this week’s cringeworthy exclusive interview at home with Melania Trump in her Fifth Avenue Manhattan ‘Versailles-style’ gilded penthouse by the supposedly liberal but in reality star-struck and access-obsessed MSNBC network show Morning Joe.

Rehearsed and primped like the seasoned reality TV star she is, jewellery designer and caviar face-cream vendor Madame Trump sat on one of her golden thrones, pursed her glossy lips, and waited for the easy questions.

That is the nightmare that would await the world’s most intelligent politician.  And Emma-Kate was being very kind not to mention the sons.

Movie

It is therefore a relief to find that the Americans can still do some things properly.  The film Spotlight is fine and persuasive for the reason that Trump is not.  It does not insult our intelligence.  The characters are underdone, and all the more interesting and persuasive for that.  Mark Ruffalo as the lead journalist and Stanley Tucci as an Armenian-born Attorney are terrific in a terrific film.  You can tell when a film is holding an audience, and this film did – especially at the end when the final caption announced that the Cardinal responsible had resigned – and was then given a plum post in Rome.  Still, I don’t suppose we can be too smug about that.  We now have to bribe our deadwood to get it out of the Parliament, and no amount of bribery or dynamite looks capable of shifting the worst case of all.

Poet of the Month: Philip Larkin

Mother, Summer, I

My mother, who hates thunderstorms,

Holds up each summer day and shakes

It out suspiciously, lest swarms

Of grape-dark clouds are lurking there;

But when the August weather breaks

And rains begin, and brittle frost

Sharpens the bird-abandoned air,

Her worried summer look is lost.

 

And I her son, though summer-born

And a summer-loving, nonetheless

Am easier when the leaves are gone;

Two often summer days appear

Emblems of perfect happiness

I can’t confront: I must await

A time less bold, less rich, less clear:

An autumn more appropriate.

The Most Exclusive Men’s Club in Melbourne

 

Some people think that the most exclusive men’s club in Melbourne is the Melbourne Club at 36 Collins Street.  They are wrong.  It is the Melbourne Fire Brigade.  I have been a member of both clubs, for more than ten years in each case, and I should know.

I got the pink slip from the MFB the other day after about 13 years as their disciplinary officer hearing charges under their act of Parliament.  I acted as the delegate of the CEO in the powers granted to him by that act to hear and determine disciplinary charges.  In a similar fashion, I had for about 18 years acted in the place of the taxing authorities of this state to hear and determine objections to assessments of tax under Acts of the Victorian Parliament.  Tribunal members do not have the protection of life tenure under the Act of Settlement, and this is the second time I have been reminded of that.

In a memoir I wrote about my professional life, that has been published on both Amazon and Apple under the name ‘Confessions of a Barrister’, I said:

That left the Fire Brigade.  Their statute left the CEO to hear disciplinary charges.  The CEO wanted to be involved in laying them, not hearing them.  No one had been successfully charged for years, if ever.  I advised him to delegate those powers.  His lawyers said that he could not.  I gave different advice, which the Brigade accepted.  They asked who should do it.  I asked a retired County Court judge.  He accepted, but then declined when the government said that it would affect his pension.  The Brigade asked me to do it, and I accepted.

There was a far bigger mess than I had inherited in tax cases.  There was a kind of institutional industrial disease.  No one ever got to trial.  They would just put up some nonsense from a tame doctor.  They had to learn that nothing short of a vigorously cross examined doctor would get an adjournment.  As for ‘stress’, if someone was too stressed to come to us, we would go to them – I could just imagine pairs of eyes peering through the venetians as a cavalcade of police cars and fire trucks rolled up a street in Broadmeadows. 

The other problem was the lawyers.  I was copping the bush lawyer component of the industrial bar and the criminal bar.  I wrote a paper called ‘Bush Lawyers’.  They have an answer to everything except the question.  The industrial people were just away with the birds talking juristic nonsense.  The criminal people were into game-playing and head-kicking, and both blow up in your face in a disciplinary tribunal.

But the worst problem was the class war, something from another time or another place.  Sharan Burrow, then the President of the ACTU, and a most impressive woman, gave evidence before me in one case.  I was very relieved when she said that this was the most poisonous industrial relationship she had seen. 

One case involved an allegation of ‘scabs’, the most lethal word in the industrial lexicon.  We got into the third day – two too many.  Counsel for the union was cross-examining the investigating officer about the investigation.  How was this relevant?  The act says there has to be an investigation – before someone was charged.  That is hardly surprising.  Then the horror of it struck me – if counsel could show there had been no real investigation, he would then submit that the charge had not been properly laid.  This was the sort of nonsense that was being spruiked.  Pure bullshit.

During a break in play, I ran into the union secretary.  I said I could give him a quote.  He asked what I meant.  I said that if his bloke went down, I would not fire him.  The matter was all over an hour or so later.  I understand there may be problems with quotes, but something had to be done to stop this effusion of public money.

I told the Brigade that I would talk to the Union.  I thought that they should get to meet someone who had such power over their members.  I thought that management might try to nobble me and that fairness required that the union have an equal opportunity to try to do the same.  I had the secretary and president home to dinner, in what became a very boozy affair.  The secretary had a very big public profile, but he wanted me to be inspected by Sharan Burrow and a big mover in the Labor Party. 

In the upshot, the union bought into the process and managing the problem, and I felt as comfortable in talking to them as to management about general issues before the tribunal – such as trying to reduce the role of lawyers, and trying to stop ‘lawyerising’.  I told the union secretary at the beginning that there were only two rules – no verbals, and no discussion of individual cases.  He has observed both of those rules. 

I was invited to the annual dinner dance of the union at the San Remo Ballroom in Carlton after the then CEO had been dropped off the list.  He then rang me while I was in the bath listening to Haydn’s Nelson Mass.  He asked me not to go.  I said that I had accepted and that I had arranged to take a former articled clerk.  This was Karen Knowles who was also a singer.  This did not improve the humour of the CEO.  I later wondered why the firies were asking Kas for her autograph but not me.  Since then I have got on very well with both sides, which is as it should be.

The relative peace did not mean that I was not appealed from as well as getting sued in the Federal Court, the Supreme Court, and some curious industrial outfit, but nothing much seemed to come from any of my beneficence to the bar.

We got through the backlog, and established sensible ways to get through the business.  One morning I actually had a case with no lawyer on either side, and I am sorry that there is not more of this.  From time to time I would hear mutterings that I was not being hard enough.  I will just mention one case. 

A fire truck on display at a charity day for kids dying of cancer rolled over on TV and there was embarrassment and anger at Brigade HQ.  They charged the man driving – who had surrendered the wheel to a mate – and the officer in charge – who was nowhere near the vehicle when it fell over.  I saw no case against him and I dismissed that charge at the close of the evidence of the Brigade.  I had to give a suspension to the man who should have been driving – his name was W.

During the hearing, I got them to take me for a ride on one of these vehicles with both counsel.  As we got going, we passed a handsome woman who had been in the tribunal room.  I was told that she was the wife of the officer who had been charged – and the mother of nine children!  When the hearing resumed, I asked counsel for the Brigade what penalty he would seek if the charges were proved.  Dismissal.  For both?  Yes.  I wondered how this would go down in the people’s daily – a fire brigade officer, with a stainless record after 20 years, and the father of nine children, had been fired for giving of his spare time to attend a charity for kids dying of cancer, for an accident that he had nothing to do with.  I also wondered how long it would be before the comrades returned to work.

The case of Mr W was hardly less interesting.  He had grown up with the guy that he gave the wheel to.  They had been garbos together.  They had both therefore had experience in driving large heavy vehicles.  But while W went from being garbo to firie, his mate went into business and became very successful and very rich.  He also became committed to charities.  He gave evidence before me, and he was very impressive. 

I met both these guys twice later.  One was at a football presentation that the union had invited me to.  (It was a VFL function; the comrades are not toffs.)  The secretary was late – as usual.  I was directed to a table.  The guy next to me asked if I knew who he was.  No, mate.  It was Mr W!  I cursed the secretary for being late, but Mr W and his mate (the charitable ex-garbo) and I got on very well. 

The second meeting was at the greatly favoured San Remo.  It was a packed house.  It was a living wake held in honour of Mr W before his expected death from cancer.  I told him that I was honoured to have been invited, and I meant it.  It was a very generous and decent gesture of both Mr W and his mate – and the union.

The pink slip arrived by email on a Friday afternoon.  Someone must have told the senders that that is the best time of the week to go shooting.  I replied that day asking who was taking my place, and a week or so later, I sent another letter to the CEO asking the questions set out at the end of this note.  The only reply I got was an attempt to gag me – except that they did say that they had ‘not made any decision as to a replacement but have instead decided to appoint a delegate on a case by case basis when the need arises to assist the organisation.’

It is curious that they have discontinued a process without deciding on a replacement – and without giving any reasons for their decision.  The inference may be open that they have done what was required of them by firing me and that they will worry about what to do with an act of our Parliament later – or just let it rot.  You might care to ask them what they had in mind.

To enter into the men’s club of the MFB is a far more unworldly act than entering into the Melbourne Club.  It is somewhere between Alice in Wonderland and One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest, although here there is a real issue about who constitutes ‘the Combine’ here.  When I started hearing these cases in 2003, I used to go back to my chambers and collar a colleague at random to ask them to assure me that it was not I who was mad.  It really was that unnerving – and, sadly, it stayed that way most of the time later.  People who have not been in it can never know what it is like.  People who have been in it can take a long time to get over it.  If you think I am joking, or laying it on too thick, you are wrong.

The members of this club enjoy privileges beyond the dreams of most Australians, and the club holds enough reserves of money to pay lawyers to defend those privileges and keep the men in the style of life to which they have become accustomed.  The UFU has been a major benefactor of the Victorian legal profession for generations.  It is ironic that the lawyers are then instructed to portray the members of this club as poor, silly people who are quite incapable of thinking for themselves – without prejudice to their God-given entitlement to pay rates that would not be possible outside the public sector.

Let me give you as an example of the unworldliness of it all some idea of what happened in the last case that I heard.

I had not been asked to hear a case for years.  Was discipline at the MFB so tight?  A highly ranked officer – that of Commander – was charged with having obscene material on his MFB computer.  There was no doubt that the material was on his computer, and after less than a minute looking at it, the average member of the community would have had no doubt that a lot of it was obscene, if not worse.  A lot of it was simply an offence against humanity.  I never heard anything resembling a defence on the merits.  There wasn’t one.  Even though the man’s job was on the line for this kind of offence, a properly presented plea would have disposed of the case in about an hour – and for the best kind of result that a person in the position of this accused could have sought.  At least, that is what would have happened in a sane court or tribunal.

Instead, the case went clean off the rails at the start.  During the interview process, the accused – I will call him Smith – was assisted by another commander who, as it turned out, had committed a similar offence some time back.  The commander assisting Smith told the charging officer that Smith was not a member of the union (the UFU) and since Smith had no other advice, he would assist Smith in the process.  This other commander apparently had a law degree.  Neither he nor Smith was inclined to concede that Smith had breached any relevant obligation.  The record of interview was a farce, and an embarrassment for all involved.  God only knows what the public would think if they found out the kind of nonsense put on by people of supposed rank.

Later Smith apologised in writing for having breached a written Policy of the MFB.  That of course did not mean that he was making any admission, much less that he would accept responsibility by pleading guilty.  As commonly happens in that tribunal, one party wanted to have his cake and to eat it.

When the case was called on, Smith did not appear.  This, to put it softly, is an unfortunate occurrence in hearing a disciplinary charge against a member of a uniformed force that is called on in emergencies.  There was no evidence as to why Smith was not there, but it was quite clear that he was aware of the time and place of the hearing.  We therefore proceeded in his absence.  Then I was told that Smith was not there because he had been on night shift.  It is about this time that you can feel the descent into Wonderland starting.  Then I was asked by counsel for the MFB to put the hearing over to the following day to allow Smith to appear.  I reluctantly agreed to that course.

The following day Smith was again not present in the William Cooper Justice Centre – although I had passed him serenely sunning himself on the steps of Owen Dixon Chambers on my way to court.  Instead of Smith, there was a letter from lawyers threatening Supreme Court proceedings and there was correspondence with the union talking about proceedings before the Fair Work Commission.  Although Smith was not there, he was represented by threats of legal action in at least one state or one federal jurisdiction or both.  In the absence of an injunction from a court, I wanted to proceed.  The matters were serious and there was simply no evidence that might in some way justify the absence of Smith.

I was then told by the MFB that it agreed to a further adjournment – and for some weeks.  Then the matter had to be put over for procedural reasons, some of which related to the work schedule of Smith.  By now the familiar Wonderland feeling was becoming oppressive and I was not getting any help from the Brigade.

The solicitors for Smith then said they would apply that I should step aside from hearing the case because of comments I had made about the seriousness of the case.  The application would be made on the basis of apprehended bias.  They also said that they had applied to the Fair Work Commission to ‘determine the proper forum for the determination of disciplinary proceedings brought against’ Smith.  I scheduled the hearing of the bias application for 8 AM on the footing that the hearing date would stand, but that the lawyers for Smith could go to the Supreme Court and seek an injunction against me if they lost their bias application.

When this application came on at 8 AM, Smith was again not there.  But this time he was represented by one of Her Majesty’s Counsel and a solicitor.  They were two of the nine lawyers in the court room that morning.  NINE.  For a matter that could and should have been disposed of in an hour in an office at the MFB – preferably with no lawyers involved at all.

The bias application was competently argued by both counsel in less than an hour, as I recall, and I gave an extensive ruling rejecting the application the next day.  (I had of course been handed folders of cases.)  So that you can understand how unreal all this forensic posturing was, I will set out some extracts from that decision.

The charges allege that the material is offensive, sexist, racist and obscene.  One set of photos shows a man whose genitals have been removed and stuffed in his mouth.  The email comment is ‘Ouch!’  One shows a woman apparently trying to effect vaginal penetration with a form of fire extinguisher.  One shows the rescue of a man whose car had gone down a well in, I think Saudi Arabia, and as I recall the conclusion is to the effect ‘That is why Allah gave them fucking camels.’  One asks: ‘What is the race that stops a nation.’ ‘Aboriginal.’  No one would want to spend time on this material, but it is difficult to think of any interest group or minority in this country that would not be seriously affronted, and possibly provoked.

So, the evidence raises serious issues about the conduct of an officer of the Brigade.  Then there is the significance of the rank of Mr [Smith].  In a case heard three years ago, I said of another commander:

A commander is a very high ranking officer in the MFB.  There are only two between him and the top.  This one told me that he had been paid more than twice the average wage and twice what this nation pays its secondary teachers in government schools.  He finally accepted that the average taxpayer would be appalled to hear that someone in his position had collected $1300 for not turning up – and was sitting on the money.  He had not considered refunding the money…

If a real question arises as to the conduct of someone in a position of trust, that person should say candidly what happened.  If you want to put that as a legal proposition, the person trusted must respond in good faith.

Commander X did not do this.  He behaved as if he saw the investigation as a kind of game, and as if his integrity were just a kind of bargaining chip.  In his reaction to investigators, and in his evidence here, Commander X demeaned his office and rank and risked damage to the standing of the Brigade.

… any member of the MFB who prevaricates or plays games with investigators or in here can expect to be dealt with very firmly.  If the initial conduct of this commander was bad, his response was worse.  It suggests what might be called an attitude problem.

 

This question of attitude is the most troubling.  These people work for terms and conditions beyond the dreams of most Australians, let alone people elsewhere.  This man gets paid an amount beyond the comprehension of a meat-worker at the back of Kyneton, let alone a Sudanese migrant newly come to Melton.  But this commander looks unable to accept the responsibilities that come with this high rank and great remuneration.  The traffic looks one way.  It is as if firefighters like this commander have been seduced by their own success.

A commander is therefore a person of high rank.  The higher the rank, the higher is the sense of duty expected and required of the person on whom the rank is conferred.  That person stands in a position of trust and confidence to their employer.  Any employee is legally obliged to do his or her job loyally and honestly.  That means that they cannot use company property for private purposes, unless that use might fairly be characterized as incidental, or for improper purposes. 

This matter boils down to a simple issue of trust.  In the light of the evidence of what was on the computer, and the response of Mr [Smith] to the charges he now faces, can he be trusted to discharge the duties owed by him to the Brigade as a commander? 

Later, I referred to a memorandum dated 17 September 2003 that I sent to the Brigade and the union reflecting on the first six months of a jurisdiction that had fallen into disuse.  It contained some shockingly bad prophecies:

‘The procedure had not been working properly for some time.  It is not surprising that there were some problems in getting it cranked up.  People on both sides had to come to grips with a new kind of procedure.  So did the Tribunal.  The union wanted to test some questions in the AIRC and the Federal Court.  Most of these issues have now been ironed out.  In the past, disciplinary processes have stalled when ‘industrial’ issues led to an application to the AIRC or the Federal Court.  It is most unlikely this will ever happen again.’

So much for hope.  And then this:

‘There is a recurring problem of legalism that I have referred to in a number of contexts.  These matters should be dealt with as far as possible as issues between members of the Fire Brigade and not between lawyers.  There has been too great a tendency – at times on both sides – to leave matters to the lawyers.  Bush lawyers are to be discouraged whether they are qualified as lawyers or not, and reliance on technicalities is not encouraged either.  Because of its history, our industrial law has been beset by legalism and technicality, but there is no need to import these factors into disciplinary proceedings.  This message, I think, is getting through, but it is slow.’

And this:

‘A number of the disciplinary proceedings arose out of a context that could be characterized as industrial.  In truth, every disciplinary proceeding can be so characterised if it arises out of something done by members in the course of their duties and they are subject to industrial laws and industrial agreements.  It is now accepted that the fact that a context may in some way be said to be industrial, or an industrial dispute, means nothing for the competency of this Tribunal, which is a disciplinary tribunal, to deal with the matter, or to the nature of the case as a whole.  We can I think forget the industrial mantra.

Well, we now appear to have undergone a generational regression, but I set out those remarks so that people outside will understand the sense of déjà vu that those running the Brigade must undergo when the statutory process has to be cranked up again after a period of inaction.  These problems were adverted to in Measure for Measure, but that happy ending looks a long way back now. 

Perhaps I might make a further reference to the obvious need for discipline in a uniformed force that may be called upon to respond to a terrorist attack.  I also refer to the obvious need for the Victorian statute to give the CEO the power and duty to enforce discipline in his Brigade.  Until yesterday, I had thought that it was axiomatic that only the Victorian parliament could alter that dispensation.

‘I have referred to what the principal Act says under the heading ‘Discipline’.  This case is being dealt with under other provisions of the same law.  We are considering disciplinary charges. In the operation of an organisation like the Brigade, the maintenance of discipline will ordinarily be seen as vital to the maintenance of its capacity and readiness to carry out its functions relating to fires and emergencies.  It is difficult to envisage a fire brigade where this is not the case other than a fire brigade run by the Marx Brothers.

It would simply not make sense to talk of an undisciplined readiness for a fire or emergency.  It might make sense to talk of an undisciplined response, but that is the last thing that the Brigade or the people of Victoria would want.  Terrorists prey on unreadiness and thrive on indiscipline.

It is therefore essential that the procedures dealing with discipline work promptly and effectively, and that they be seen to work promptly and effectively.  This is very important.  If the Brigade cannot run its own disciplinary procedures properly, how can it be expected to cope with an emergency?

By the disciplinary procedures of the Act, the Victorian Parliament has given the CEO, and no‑one else except his delegate, the duty to enforce the responsibilities the Parliament has put on firefighters.  Since the process derives from the parliament, it can only be changed by the parliament.  It follows in my view that the determination of discipline charges under the principal Act should, at least as a general rule, only be deferred for compelling reasons founded on convincing evidence.  I would expect each party to be equally interested in obtaining a determination of issues with all due expedition.  However that may be, the people of Victoria are in my view entitled to no less. 

That is the background to the present application.  I apologise for its length, but I do not want anyone reading this to have any misapprehension about what is at stake in this proceeding.

I then made some comments about the differences between the Fair Work Commission and the Victorian statutory tribunal.

Because I am not an industrial lawyer, I know very little about the Fair Work Commission, just as they know very little about me.  This tribunal is of the state; that is of the Commonwealth.  They occupy different worlds, in my opinion, as I have endeavoured to show in my remarks above about the irrelevance of the ‘industrial’ mantra.  The Commonwealth body focuses on the rights of employees, and the duties of employers.  The state tribunal focuses on the duties of employees and the corresponding rights of the employer.  One looks at obligations founded primarily in contract and regulated by statute; the other looks at obligations at common law attracted by statute.  One is concerned with regulating employment at large and achieving industrial peace; the other is concerned with providing an essential service through a uniformed force. 

Above all, the Fair Work Commission seeks to arrive at agreements and settlements, and they encourage off the record discussions for deals.  This tribunal is here to make findings of fact and decisions of law to maintain discipline not peace.  To the contrary, our act envisages that the CEO will make a binding determination to resolve issues relating to discipline.  That is why I said in my memorandum that you cannot in this tribunal have a ‘settlement’ as such and that the only way you can achieve a ‘satisfactory resolution’ of the issues raised by a charge under the act is for the statutory officer to hear them and determine them as expeditiously as possible.  All this has been dealt with here before.  The differences between the state and federal bodies, with all respect to those who contend the contrary, seem to me to be both inevitable and irreconcilable.

In short, industrial peace and the role of a uniformed force protecting public safety are very different things.  That is why I say that the two tribunals are in different worlds – different universes.  It would in my view make as much sense to ask me to sit on the Fair Work Commission as it would to ask one of its members to sit here.  Neither of us would know what to do. 

As a result of what I am now told by Mr Grace, that opinion of mine may need some correction.  At an appropriate time therefore, we need to consider the consequences of the overlap, to use a neutral term, between the two bodies, and the impact of that overlap on the due administration of justice under an act of the Parliament of the State of Victoria.  I cannot help thinking that some industrial lawyers are prone to forget that the public has rights too.  (Some see a similar tendency in some tax lawyers.)

Later I said:

Without wishing to harp on the point, it is a little difficult to envisage the Fair Work Commission performing those functions.  What if a firefighter belts an officer, or vice versa – can the culprit avoid being dealt with by the CEO under the act by invoking the powers of the Fair Work Commission?  Who decides what cases the CEO can take?  I was originally appointed as the delegate by a CEO who said that it was more important that he was ensuring that charges were in fact laid than that he personally should hear them.  I can now better appreciate his prescience.

At the end of the decision, I said:

Only God knows what the hypothetical observer might think if told what I have now been told.  The tribunal got cranky with Mr [Smith] for not being there on day one, but Mr [Smith] was apparently under the impression that his federal application had sterilized the proceedings brought by the Brigade.  Then on the second morning, the tribunal member breezes past Mr [Smith] standing on the steps of Owen Dixon Chambers and thinks that he is looking remarkably serene for a man who has just a sabre rattled before him, but Lo!, Mr [Smith] was not on his way to the tribunal, but is standing there with a letter from the Chief of Staff of the Minister saying that the hearing would be adjourned.  So the tribunal member gets even crankier with Mr Smith, and this time with the Brigade also.  And all because wires got crossed.  It does not bear thinking of how the man on the Storm terraces would respond to this sad tale.  It would not be printable here.  If he were told of the costs and the lawyers involved, then, in NRL terms, things could get really ugly.

I have indicated that if I reached the decision that I have now reached, and Mr [Smith] wanted to challenge it in the Supreme Court, then I would expect to proceed with the hearing on Wednesday 13 May unless I was directed otherwise by that Court.  It hardly becomes me to invite such a challenge, but it would subject a struggling and beleaguered statutory process to the cauterizing glare of public scrutiny by a superior court, and, if I may be forgiven the phrase, that may be just what the doctor ordered.

It will I think be clear to informed observers that this tribunal, and perhaps this Brigade, has seen better days.  This is, I think, the first case for about three years and just the second case in five years.  The sound and fury that now meets this rejuvenation of the process bears a sadly eerie resemblance to that which greeted the rejuvenation about twelve years ago.  Even some of the faces remain the same.  I make no comment on previous administrations, but it is clear to me that the present CEO and his staff are determined to fulfil their obligations under the statute, and to make this disciplinary process work.  I am equally determined to do all on my part to the same end, and I would hope that anyone with any interest in the Brigade has the same objective. 

Because the issues of jurisdiction between state and federal bodies was important, I wrote to both Attorneys-General setting out what I thought were the major questions.  Neither gave a substantive answer.  It is frankly worrying when Attorneys-General decline to deal with issues in the administration of justice – which were what I was facing.

Well, Mr Smith did not go to the Supreme Court, and he abandoned his claim before the Fair Work Commission.  He was dealt with under the Victorian law that he should have been dealt with under.  But he and those behind him – even though he was not a member of the union at the time of the offences – have got their way.  I was told other charges were in the pipeline, but it now appears that no more charges will be laid under that Victorian statute.

Does this mean that the Victorian statute has been dispensed with as if by the dispensing power of a Stuart king, and that the people of Victoria will have to rely on the Fair Work Commission to protect them and the discipline in one of their emergency services?   Have we seen a kind of casual hijack?

Irrespective of the answer to that question, what was the role of the government in all these events?  How is a member of a statutory tribunal expected to react when told by one of Her Majesty’s Counsel that the accused man he passed on the way to court ‘was not on his way to the tribunal, but is standing there with a letter from the Chief of Staff of the Minister saying that the hearing would be adjourned’?   What role did that Minister have in this phase of the administration of justice?  How and when did ministers of the Crown in this state get the right to dictate or forecast the outcome of legal proceedings?

It is curious, is it not?  Over about thirteen years standing in for the CEO, I never see or hear from any member of the Board, and I meet some CEO’s occasionally, and some not at all, but as soon as the Chief of Staff of the Minister gets involved, I am abolished.  Pop goes the weasel!  Those who think that Spring Street or Treasury Place are places for eunuchs may have to think again.  Whether that kind of intervention by government in the administration of justice is appropriate is altogether a different question.  As it happens, it is a question that was agitated in the fall of the first Labour government in England as a result of the Campbell Case.

There you have a cameo if you like of the games that people can play with other people’s money.  You are not allowed to do that in the Melbourne Club but it happens all the time in the Fire Brigade.  Sir Daryl Dawson, formerly of the High Court, told me that it was like this back in the ‘60’s when he was at the bar doing a lot of work in MFB cases.  God only knows the truckloads of money that the lawyers have carted home from the MFB.  (They get nothing out of the Melbourne Club, whose members I suspect may not be as well off as the members of the MFB.)

Before I go back to Mr Smith, let me refer to three comments in the tribunal on why so-called ‘industrial’ issues have no place in a disciplinary tribunal.

In the absence of some formal statement on behalf of the defendants and what their defence was, I inferred that to the extent to which counsel for the defendants was seeking to lead evidence about these matters as being relevant to the charges, and he did insist they were relevant to the charges, it was with a view to asserting that the level of their culpability should be reduced to nil because of the culpability of the MFB in some respects. In my view a case mounted  on  that  basis  had  one  of  the  four  following prospects of success nil, nix, nought and nothing. As I said at the time, I thought I had an obligation to save the taxpayers the expense of entertaining these mini-inquests. In the end I thought it may be just as well to go along with it, but I wish to make it clear that in the future if I rule on relevance in that way, I will much more strictly enforce the exclusion of material that in my opinion is not relevant. I might say that counsel for the defendant did not refer to any of these issues in closing submissions or the plea. Can I say again that this tribunal is a disciplinary tribunal, not an industrial tribunal, and attempts to send its process off the rails will be dealt with more firmly in the future? Industrial issues have no place here.

Then there is the obvious problem of a conflict of interests if others want to use the accused as a vehicle to pursue some ‘industrial’ agenda.

One conflict of interest has been  detected in this case. Someone wishing to promote a policy of obstruction or delay may be acting against the interests of an individual defendant who would otherwise be advised to co-operate with a view to keeping any penalty down. Doubtless the lawyers will be astute to detect this issue for the future. It is always unsettling to see someone hit the fence because of a problem in our system and they happen every day -but this nearly happened to Mr. B in this case. It is ironic that those involved in ceasing to represent Mr. B were saying he would certainly get sacked here.

Then there is the class war.

In the course of the hearing I heard a degree of evidence – again with misgivings about its relevance to me about the extent of the industrial problems facing the Brigade, and the history of scabs in the Brigade. Since I have heard all this evidence, I am going to say something about it. It was not good to listen to. The secretary of the union accepted that there had been a class war going on for ten years. He said that the scabs in the 1950s carried the brand to their graves and so will the present lot.

Sharan Burrow does of course have the experience and standing to see this problem in its context. You could not but be impressed by her conviction and her concern. She said that the relationship between the MFB and the UFU is dysfunctional. When I asked her what she meant by that, she said that there were elements of hatred that she had rarely seen – the word used was hate – although she thought that the contact was better at the operational level.

It is not surprising that things are so bad if as a result of a class war people carry brands to their grave. They do not go gently into that good night – the innocents, as they see themselves on each side, will just rage, rage and rage against the dying of the light.  Both the MFB and the UFU will no doubt reflect carefully on the assessment of the ACTU President: she is uniquely placed to make the diagnosis. In my own observation, the hate is not so much generational as tribal, and I have seen the faces of men on either side cloud over with puzzlement, anger or despair when confronted with it.

But I was repeatedly assured that none of this had any impact on the performance of the Brigade of its essential functions. That is a proposition which, despite its august proponents, defies belief.  

All of those observations were made in a memorandum made in 2003 after the backlog was cleared.  The hostility – the hate – has since got worse in the succeeding thirteen years.  That hostility is now both addictive and compulsive.

The trainwreck of litigation involving Commander ‘Smith’ must have cost hundreds of thousands of dollars.  Since union dues come out of wages funded by the taxpayer, you and I get to pick up the tab at both ends.  And all this was in a case that could have been dealt with by two lawyers before the tribunal in a morning – and for a man who was not a member of the union when he committed the offences.  Instead we got the whole disaster – folders of documents, and trolleys to ferry them, and lengthy written submission and hours of expensive submissions and hearings.  About a dead man with his genitals in his mouth.  This must surely trump all previous triumphs of the IR Club.

So why was there all the fuss over the first case under the statute for years?  It was all part of the class war that I have described in a number of cases.  It was a repeat of what happened when I first started in 2003.  The men just refuse to accept the law.  I have little doubt that that is also the reason that I have been fired.  All that money was spent to bring pressure on the MFB to drop the statutory process and those spending the money and those supporting them elsewhere have got what they wanted.  It cost a fortune, but it was worth it.  You will recall that the express reason for all the delay and agitation was the suggestion that the case should have been dealt with by the Fair Work Commission.

If there are to be any sanctions, they will presumably come from the Fair Work Commission.  For the reasons I have given, that suggestion is worse than absurd.  It is, frankly, revolting.  If you ask who is running the MFB now, the answer appears to be a combination of the Chief of Staff of the Minister, the union, the Fair Work Commission, and a floating panel of about forty or so lawyers – in whatever configuration you choose.  Why not just abolish the office of the CEO and the Board – if it exists?  Well, I suppose that if the State of Victoria is now run by Ministerial aides and union representatives, we might be grateful that one of those offices is elective.  But what is incontrovertible is that backroom deals are poisonous in this set-up – what the MFB needs more than anything is a ruthlessly independent investigation into its darkest secrets conducted on a regular basis.

This men’s club, and the class war that drives it, are sad and corrosive throwbacks to the ‘50’s and the Split.  I have never seen a closed shop like it.  From time to time, I felt like I had been parachuted on to Mars.  I cannot tell you how relieved I was when Sharan Burrow said thatthis was the most poisonous industrial relationship she had seen’.  Count the CEO’s and CFO’s in my time against the African tenure of office on the other side of the war, and ask why the turnover is all on one side.

The class war is related to other failures.  I said that the MFB is an exclusive men’s club.  ‘Exclusive’ is hardly strong enough.  When I go from the bush to Melbourne I am struck, and happily so, by the number of people of Asian or African origin around me.  Not in the MFB.  Nor any Aboriginals.  I have not seen any of them.  God knows what would happen if a gay guy came out in there.  Men sleep together.

And then there is their attitude to women.  That is not just 1950’s.  It is antediluvian – or worse – I doubt whether even Noah was so hostile to women as these men are.  Psychiatrists or others will have their opinions on the views of these men on women.  You get tired of listening to tales of divorce and alcoholism.  They are traps for all of us.  A doctor gave evidence that men in emergency services are good haters.  Whatever the reason, there are far more women in combat roles as airforce pilots in the air forces of rigid if not backward Muslim nations like Pakistan and Saudi Arabia than there are in Melbourne’s Fire Brigade.  That is remarkable is it not?

I have been there only part-time for about 13 years, and for the last five or so I have hardly seen much because of a lock-out imposed from below, but I have seen enough face to face to feel the hate.  I have also been involved with organisations in the private sector making real progress on the position of women.  I have also raised two daughters and seen at first-hand the evil that this kind of closed mind and closed shop can produce.  The standing of women in the Melbourne Fire Brigade is a national disgrace in a publicly owned utility.

There is a simple reason for getting women up to say 50% of the MFB – apart from justice and decency.  That is that women will add some sense and reality to an outfit that has lost both, and, most importantly, women will help to get rid of that brutal blokey bullshit where the weasel word ‘mate’ denies all courtesy and decency.  If the current regime of the union can achieve parity for women in the MFB, even by opposing it, they will be well remembered.  It does look to me to be the last chance for sanity for this outfit.

One of the reasons for the intense devotion of these men to the class war and their hostility to women is that they have so much down time.  Anyone who has run a business knows that things get dirty when people do not have enough to do.  That is the case here.  How much time do they spend fighting fires or doing something useful?  The relaxed conditions of work then lead to second jobs and other engagements outside what should be their only work.

That, then, brings me to the Enterprise Bargain Agreements.  Whatever good they may have done elsewhere, they have been a disaster here.  You should get hold of one.  Five times longer than the Constitution and ten times as hard to follow.  The management time spent on these would support a battalion in Iraq.  The EBA’s have produced three evils.

All the benefits go one way, and the result is a form of manipulation, to use a polite word, to encourage a higher return to the firefighter – and a higher drain on the taxpayer.  Anyone in that outfit who suggested that they should try to contain outgoings would be branded as mad – or worse.

Then, the baroque sculpture of these edifices produces a total loss of initiative, and a kind of mindlessness and subservience to regulations that makes Orwell’s 1984 look as out of date as it is.  It is hard to think of anything that could be so demoralizing.  It is like a nanny state in Fantasyland driven from below.  This could not happen in the private sector – no business could afford it; it would just collapse.  I repeat – this could not happen outside the public sector.  But this outfit staggers on because the taxpayer is there for the plucking.

You get this nit-picking, bush-lawyering nonsense.  In a case as simple as that of Smith, you get referred to policies and guidelines and reams of material from the bureaucracy.  One of these items of red tape uses the word ‘appropriate.’  So, obviously, counsel asks the accused whether his employer gave him any instruction on what ‘appropriate’ might mean.  This is to a commander who has on his MFB computer images of a man with his genitals cut off and stuffed in his mouth and cartoons grossly offensive to followers of Islam.  I can recall being told one man had not been able to read an MFB policy because he had not been trained how to access the Internet.  You are now at the main entrance to Bedlam.  Somewhere between a racket, a riot, and a farce.  How do you, the one who is funding it, feel?

Finally, the EBA is the Trojan horse by which the management of the MFB gets handed over to the Chief of Staff of the Minister, the Fair Work Commission, and a busload of lawyers.  It was the means for blowing up the Smith case.  There are flow charts to show what so-called management has to do before it can do anything – such as charge someone under an act.  They are impossibly – laughably – convoluted.  They lead to a dispute.  Bonzer – off to the Fair Work Commission and the Chief of Staff and Spring Street.  And there goes an act of the Victorian Parliament.

What is the result?  You get trainwrecks like this case.  Or the commander who claimed and got paid $1300 for a shift that he did not do.  That is called theft.  But he turned up to the tribunal confident that the matter would be dealt with sensibly because he had once been a charging officer.  It was quite evident that this man had no idea of why his actions were wrong.  He seemed to think that he had done enough in the past to get let off for this.  The MFB had not sought dismissal, but after seeing him in the witness box, it accepted his resignation.  He still had not repaid the money.  The MFB had certainly not sued him for it.

Then there was the member who was charged with theft from the MFB.  The criminal case dragged on for years.  The accused was on leave – on full pay – for years.  YEARS.  When the Brigade finally got the nerve to invoke its own act of Parliament, the man’s counsel asked for an adjournment – because he had had not had time to get instructions!  There was nothing like a defence ever suggested, but the case went over two or three days.  I was told that the accused was too ‘stressed’ to attend.  I offered to go to him.  Then he was seen downstairs outside the court building, palely loitering with a mobile phone.

And that is before we get to the CFA whose members do it for nothing – and some of whom get killed.  God help us if a member of the MFB ever gets killed on duty – and God help those of us in the bush if the class war ever gets to infect the CFA.  There should be a close analysis of the rewards paid to firefighters compared to those paid to say schoolteachers or police and of the price paid and the qualifications needed by those on both sides.  Are firefighters better paid, less stressed, and less qualified than schoolteachers?  Do they work as hard?

People who are interested in this kind of folly should ask for copies of all of the decisions and memoranda of the statutory tribunal.  You may well be met with a tsunami of bullshit, bluster, obfuscation, special pleading, and personal abuse while panels of lawyers are consulted – at your expense.  Good luck.  I have had enough for the moment.  People in both bunkers have a lifeblood that can only thrive on conflict that murders thought.  It gets them all in the end.

I now understand what people mean when they say that economies like Greece, Italy, or Spain need ‘structural reform’ to get rid of closed shops that resemble medieval guilds.  It is not just the taxpayers who get clobbered in this class war.  You will not find many at HQ who do not look shell shocked – just look at the turnover.  I have spent time consoling victims.  And I fear that firefighters are being robbed of their own dignity or sense of worth.  That I think is a real shame.

And then we have to ask whether the most exclusive men’s club in Australia is now in truth run by the Marx Brothers.  The fact that the response of the MFB has been to seek to sweep everything under the rug merely shows how vital it is in the public interest that the enforcement of discipline in the MFB not be buried behind the closed doors of an IR Club closet.

For thirteen years a statutory tribunal inquired into the affairs of Melbourne’s Fire Brigade.  That tribunal gave reasoned decisions.  Those decisions show serious problems with morale and discipline in the MFB.  The MFB does not want people to read those decisions.  Why not?

People in Victoria may have at least three questions.  What problems of the MFB do those decisions reveal?  Why were not taxpayers told of these problems before?  What has been done to fix them?

When they get the answers to those questions, people in Victoria will be better placed to know why their statutory tribunal was strangled and then terminated.

And then they may get to what may be the ultimate question.  What is it about this outfit that makes these very average Australians so untouchable?  Why has neither political party been able to bring to this outfit either sanity or decency?

COPY LETTER TO MFB CEO

Dear Jim,

I don’t appear to have received a reply to my question of who is taking over.  You will recall that no reasons were given for the decision referred to – which some might think unusual.

I am going to write a memoir on my time at the MFB over and above those which you have already seen.  I am not sure whether to do it as an essay or a book.  One mode would be simply to refer people to the decisions of and memoranda from the Tribunal.

I set out below some of the issues on which I invite your comment.

  1. Why was the statutory process so little used?
  2. In particular, why has it only been used twice in the last five years?
  3. What has been the effect of the hostility between firefighters and management – between the union and the Brigade – on the use of the statutory procedure?
  4. Do you agree that the style and technique and tactics of industrial lawyers have been unsuitable for use in a statutory disciplinary tribunal?
  5. Do you agree that lawyers or advocates instructed on behalf of the firefighters by the union may be put in a position of conflict of interests – if, for example, the industrial objectives of the union may conflict with the forensic interests of the firefighter?
  6. How many firefighters have been dismissed since 2003?
  7. Do you know if any member of the Board contacted me to enquire how the statutory process was operating?
  8. Is it appropriate for a body like the MFB simply to discontinue a statutory process without referring to the maker of the statute?
  9. Was it appropriate for the government to intervene in the statutory process in the manner that it did in the final case?
  10. What if any part has the government played in the decision to discontinue the statutory process?
  11. What if any part has the union played in the decision to discontinue the statutory process?
  12. What if any part have the members of the union played in the decision to discontinue the statutory process?
  13. How many of the following are currently employed operationally by the Brigade: (a) women (b) people of Aboriginal Asian or African extraction or (c) homosexuals?
  14. What is the average pay of a commander employed by the MFB?
  15. What is the average pay of a secondary school teacher employed in a government school in Victoria?
  16. How would we compare the qualifications and responsibilities of a secondary school teacher with those of a Commander in the MFB?
  17. One of the cases heard by the statutory tribunal revealed alarming and systemic problems with absenteeism – what has been done to fix those problems?  Why was only one such case brought before the tribunal?
  18. In the last case, the tribunal asked a procedural question that a police prosecutor would have answered off-the-cuff – and correctly; counsel for the MFB asked for time and then to be excused; then six lawyers for the MFB left the courtroom.  Was this appropriate?
  19. In instructing lawyers to appear before the tribunal, did the MFB think to have one of its lawyers instruct a barrister directly – that is, assuming that he or she did not feel up to presenting the case on their own?
  20. What were the legal costs of the MFB in the last case?  What do you estimate to have been the costs of the accused in that case?  I am enquiring of the costs incurred in the tribunal, before the Fair Work Commission and in responding to government interventions or queries.
  21. How many fires on average does a firefighter fight each year?
  22. How much of the time of a firefighter is on average spent fighting fires?
  23. How much of the time of a firefighter is spent in active duty in responding to calls?
  24. For what part of the time of a firefighter on duty would it make any difference if the firefighter was a woman?
  25. What is the divorce or separation rate among firefighters?
  26. How much sick leave do firefighters take on average each year?
  27. How much management time is spent (a) in preparing EBA’s and (b) dealing with industrial issues?
  28. How much time does management spend on operational issues?
  29. How many firefighters have a second job or other employment apart from their employment with the MFB?

Best wishes

Geoffrey Gibson

Passing Bull 28 Just who is running this bloody country anyway?

 

We have become resigned to the fact that we have lost responsible government in Australia.  Ministers no longer resign when someone in their charge does something wrong.  They sack the wrongdoer.  On a very good day you might get an expression of regret.  You will not get an apology – and of course resignation is entirely out of question.  It has only taken about a generation to wind up that part of what used to be called the Westminster System.

There appears to be a new and possibly more insidious invasion of ministerial responsibility.  A suggestion has been made that a federal government minister has not complied with some written standards.  The Prime Minister says that he has referred the issue to a senior public servant.

There are two things here.  First there is apparently some written code that someone has prepared – I’m not sure whether it applies just to this government or all members of this party or what its standing is; I am accordingly even less sure of whether its prescriptions would accord with what members of the public might think should be standards of decency to be expected from their elected representatives who happen also to be ministers of the Crown.  That is one issue – our legal system has not always got on well with codes.

The other question is why the Prime Minister, or any minister, or any Member of Parliament is referring an issue of their conduct in office to a civil servant.  Judges do not ask their clerks if they have done something wrong; generals do not ask their valets if they have buggered something up in battle; doctors do not ask their receptionists or even their nurses whether they have got something wrong.  Just who, then, is in charge?

The accused minister is happy to describe the civil servant as ‘the highest public servant in the land’: golly, should we curtsey?  I had assumed that this personage would merely offer some report or advice.  Perhaps we could live with that level of intervention, as long as the decision is ultimately taken by those who should take it, namely, the relevant ministers or members of Parliament.

But that view does not appear to be shared by all of the press.  The senior political reporter for the AFR yesterday said that the fate of the accused minister ‘now rests with senior public servant Martin Parkinson who is deciding whether Robert [the accused minister] breached the ministerial code of conduct.  If he finds he did, his future is grim.’  That report does suggest that this civil servant has received some kind of high judicial appointment.

Well, these things happen in the press, but other suggestions in that report of Phillip Coorey are a lot more disturbing.  The article says that in June 2013 a Chinese billionaire attended a dinner at Parliament House.  So also did Tony Abbott, his chief of staff Peta Credlin, the then Shadow industry Minister Ian Macfarlane and the Shadow Minister for defence Stuart Robert – who is now the minister the subject of the enquiry.  The article then goes on to say that the Chinese billionaire gave each of these people ‘designer watches… as a goodwill gesture…’  In addition, watches were provided, the article says, to the wife of Abbott and to the wife of Robert who were not there.  It must have been quite a night at Parliament House – did the bountiful Chinaman turn up with a big sack of gifts like Santa?

Mr Macfarlane then went and saw the clerk of the House of Representatives to declare his gift.  So here we have another case of politicians referring to civil servants for advice on their professional conduct.

But then Mr Macfarlane made a very serious mistake.  He ‘reasoned’ that his ‘designer watch’, a Rolex, was a fake.  Was the then Shadow Minister an expert in watches, fake or otherwise?  Mr Macfarlane, whose star has fallen, comes across, with some effort, as a plain man from the sticks – but that did not stop him estimating the value of the ‘fake Rolex’ at between three hundred dollars and five hundred dollars.  This was, I gather, beneath the value in which he had to make a public declaration relating to the gift.

The article appears to me to suggest that the clerk of the House was a party to this exercise in assessing the value of the gift.  If so, both of those involved were making a very serious error.  It does suggest, to put it at its lowest, a cavalier regard for determining the value of gifts for determining how someone in a position of public trust should respond to them.  Getting a fake Rolex might be one thing; getting a real one is altogether a different thing.

And the problem is worse for Mr Macfarlane because his thinking was apparently predicated on the assumption that the Chinese billionaire who made the gift was a crook – a crook who could not even give a proper watch, but had to give a fake one.  This is hardly a good position to start from if you have two come to explain later on why you get accepted a gift – that you thought that the donor was a crook.  You may be able to dismiss a fake as a bauble, but no one is naive enough to think that Chinese businessmen are handing out real Rolex watches to Australian politicians for nothing.  I’ve had some difficulty in following the current allegation against Mr Robert, but I doubt whether it is as serious as suggesting that he received a gift worth tens of thousands of dollars from a Chinese businessman.

But then apparently Mr Macfarlane ran into a colleague who had a real Rolex and who compared the weights of the two watches.  On the basis of that show of expertise by another MP, the two of them concluded that the gift was a genuine watch.  Golly – what will we do now?  Mr Macfarlane then had the watch valued – which he should have done in the first place if he was serious.  He was then told it was worth $40,000!  And he was also told, again according to the article, that his watch ‘wasn’t as flash as those given to Abbott, Margie Abbott, and Credlin’.  Was even the sky no limit to this bounty from the Orient?

What should Mr Macfarlane do then?  Well of course he should go back to the clerk and be advised what to do.  He told the clerk that he thought he should hand it back.  The clerk said he was entitled to keep it – which is an interesting proposition of either propriety or law – but that giving it back would be a good idea.  It would be interesting to know how the return of the gift was worded.

The article then says that Mr Macfarlane informed Mr Tony Nutt who is now the federal director of the Liberal Party of the problem.  Mr Nutt then ‘ordered the immediate collection of the watches so they could be given back… Robert like his MP colleagues complied.  There remain suggestions one watch was not returned.’  The word was ordered.  The scene may have been more interesting if Mr Nutt’s predecessor had issued such an order to Ms Credlin.

So here you have a whole group of politicians who should know better behaving in a very curious way in response to gifts of Rolex watches by a visiting Chinese businessman of great wealth. Whoever else the arbiters of ministerial conduct may have been, they appear to be here the clerk of the House of Representatives and the director of the Liberal Party.  We are told how Mr Macfarlane blithely accepted these gifts of great value – but we are not told how the other donees pacified their consciences.

I happen to know something about Rolex watches.  One thing I know is that Rolex watches of the kind apparently being handed out here are worth many times the value of a bottle of Grange Hermitage.

Those who want to condemn footballers for the way that they accept what their employer tells them would presumably be horrified at the conduct of these leaders of the nation with a Chinaman on the make.  Who do you think behaved more irresponsibly – the footballers who accepted what is alleged to be Flyaway X, or the political grandees who accepted actual Rolex watches worth $40,000 each or more?

But, whichever way that you look at this report, there is some absolutely prime bullshit here.

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Correction

When I said in my previous note that Essendon lied to the players, I should have made it clear that that allegation is predicated on the assumption that the relevant finding by the CAS Panel was valid.  I was saying, or meant to say, that if you accept the decision of the Panel, then the other propositions followed.

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Poet of the month – Philip Larkin

Long Sight in Age

They say eyes clear with age,

As dew clarifies air

To sharpen evenings

As if time put an edge

Round the last shape of things

To show them there;

The many-levelled trees,

The long soft tides of grass

Wrinkling away the gold

Wind-ridden waves – all these,

They say, come back to focus

As we grow old.

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Movie – Steve Jobs

This film is brilliantly written. It is put together like a top West End play.  Fassbender and Winslett look perfect in the lead roles.  (I did not think she had it in her.)  The only problem is that the hero, who is rarely off the screen, at a personal level makes Hitler look like an avuncular softy.  Jobs has a manic need to hurt those closest to him, and to insult and bulldoze people, especially the weak.  Is it something in his past that makes him degrade people in a way that makes us wince?  He is what we call ‘damaged goods’ – he has a maimed psyche.  (There is a lot of the revenge of Heathcliff and Gatsby in this character, but more of that later.)

At his best, Jobs was like Wagner – a rolled gold shit who thought that the world owed his genius obeisance and that it also owed him a living.  There is no genius here.  Jobs says that he is not the musician but the conductor.  He is no more a genius than the Madam of a high-class knock-shop, if a bit better paid.  The film is often painful, but it is well worth it – even if the end is tartly mawkish.

This film is as good in its own way as The Big Short.  After you have seen both, you might conclude that the big winners in big business are crooks, nuts, or psychopaths.  Well, is this what Shakespeare may have called the ‘promised end’ of capitalism?  Was Karl Marx right after all?

Movie – The Big Short and the Cancer in Capitalism

 

G K Chesterton once said that the ultimate test of a Catholic was to visit Rome and remain in the faith.  You might say that about a capitalist going to Las Vegas – or watching The Big Short.  Las Vegas is the ultimate temple to greed and emptiness.  It is therefore only right that this film reaches a kind of climax in Las Vegas.  The film, following the book of the same name by Michael Lewis, is as full a diagnosis of the cancer in capitalism as you could find.  It is also as good a movie as I have seen for a long time.

Banking is not hard.  The bank takes money from me and pays me the cost to them of X %, and then lends that money on to you for a price for them of X +Y% and trousers the Y% difference in the two rates of return.  The only way the bank can lose is if you default on the loan.  That loan will be secured by a mortgage.  The effect of a mortgage is that the bank can sell your home if you don’t repay the money.

There are therefore two ways the bank can get it wrong.  It can lend you more than you can afford and put you in a position where you may well default if there is some change in your fortune.  Then if you do default, and the housing market has gone down, and the bank has lent too much to you, it may not recover its money at all.

This is at the bottom what happened with the failure of the mortgage market in the US in 2007 that led to the Great Financial Crisis.  It was compounded because very clever people in the finance industry and bond markets – all known in America as Wall Street – bundled up all of these mortgages in fancy sounding documents and securities that hardly anyone ever bothered to read or try to understand and then sold rights to the returns on the mortgages as bonds.  The bonds of course were only as good as the underlying mortgages – no matter how complex the eventual layers on the cake became, the whole structure turned on the capacity of the original borrowers to repay the loan, or of their secured property to make good any default.  If interest rates went up, and the property market went down – and those two events commonly occur together – then the house of cards would all fall down.  That is what happened in what we call the ‘sub-prime’ mortgage debacle that brought the financial world to its knees.

(As it happened, I had to look at most of this a long time ago when acting for the government after Pyramid failed – some silly people (including one Supreme Court judge) suggested that the government may have been at fault!)

This all happened because people who were negotiating the original mortgages and then tying them up to sell them on were being paid so much by way of commission that they lost any interest at all in the worth of their transactions and simply kept churning out the mortgages and all the subsequent bonds in order to get their own commission and irrespective of the consequences.

There is only one other thing you need to remember when looking at the failure of Wall Street that led to the GFC – there is one born every minute.  Most people lose their brains if you wave enough dollars in front of their face.  And Wall Street lives off feeding that greed and stupidity.

You need only to see that greed and a kind of moral emptiness drove these deals at both ends – those selling the mortgages or bonds got paid too much; those taking them paid too much for what they thought was cheap money.  At both ends, people were getting money that they had not earned.  The people we feel sorry for are those at the bottom who were conned into transactions they could not afford.  People should be jailed for inflicting this kind of misery.  It is daylight robbery.

How did it all work at the top end?  The big hitters see every deal – or ‘trade’ – as a gamble or bet.  Most people buy shares or bonds in the belief and hope that they will go up in value.  This is called going long.  But what if you think that a security – say, a share, bond, or even mortgage – will go down in value?  How do you profit on that movement if it happens?  What ‘trade’ can you do to give effect to the bet you want to make?  One way is to enter into a deal where you sell a security before you buy it.  If you agree to sell now at a current market price of $X on the basis that you will deliver in the future, and when that time comes the market price has dropped or crashed to $X-Y, you win – you trouser the $Y.

This is called going short, or short selling, or simply ‘shorting’.  Hence the title of the book and film.  The practice is legal and some say useful in serving to keep market values real.  Slater & Gordon may have a different view – their shares have been shorted by dealers who talk the stock down to fulfil their own prophecies and trades.  People tend to go long in a rising or bull market and short in a falling or bear market.

And if you have won your bet, someone has lost theirs.  And if they take a big enough hit, they might fail and go out of business.  If this happens to a lot of them, the whole economy might be threatened.  A bet against a number of banks if they are big enough may be a bet against the economy of the United States – if not the world.  And although any investment is a kind of gamble, shorting is not for mum and dad.  If the bet of the short comes off, the other party takes a real loss – and not just a foregone possible profit if they have sold before a price rise.  But if the bet fails, and the price goes up, the capacity for loss for the short seller may be unlimited.

That is all you need to know when you go to see The Big Short.  And the world owes Michael Lewis a great debt for the books that he has written about Wall Street.  He has on a number of occasions now lifted the lid clean off a stinking cesspit.  He has now got the status of Bob Woodward – people listen to him, and you choose not to speak to him at your own risk.  I read the book with a lot of interest, but at times it lost me.  This film never did.  I think it is a brilliant film that should be seen by anyone who has any interest in the fragile way our moral world is structured.

The main charm of the film is that although it deals with an industry run for the most part by outright crooks, the people in it have an interest if not a charm of their own.  The most important part of the film is that the idea of the big short was put in place by a man who did what no one else bothered to do.  He actually looked at the mortgages and the properties that they secured, and the lenders who took the mortgages, and concluded that they had to fail.  This man looked hard at the security and saw it that it was bad.  A dealer in securities actually looked at the securities!  The loans were doomed to fail.  This dealer could therefore bet against them and the deals done on top of them.  This man is a cranky but brilliant former doctor.  He lives with music blaring in his earphones and playing the drums.  There are people out there like this who are quite brilliant in their own way, but who are utterly unable to carry on a decent conversation.

So, he is the man who first discovers that the house of cards may come down.  By accident, this information falls into the hands of a real Wall Streeter who unusually has a social conscience, and who wants to stick it right up the big banks on Wall Street, even though his little hedge fund his effectively owned by one of them.  He is the man who worried his rabbi by finding inconsistencies in the word of God when he was a boy.  (His mother asked the rabbi whether he had found any.)  We first see him coming late into a group therapy session and hijacking it and then bitterly resenting the suggestion that he has done so.  He is a wonderful character that is beautifully developed and played.  He, rather than the mad doctor, is the man at the heart of the film.  (My recollection is that the man in the book is not likeable at all.)

The other two main characters are young whiz kids starting a business out of a garage.  There is a hilarious scene where they go to one of the big banks to try to get some ticket that will have them ‘to sit at the table’ as they say, and they get wiped off like a dirty bum.  The kids get a disaffected dealer to get them in and out of the big market.  These three bring a sense of fun and innocence – at least they are sane.

And so it all goes on, and it all comes to pass, and the balloon goes up, and the banks go down.  And we, the public, bail them out, and cop the bill.

It is a very, very funny movie and you worry for a while that you are laughing at events that will lead to untold human misery.  But the film deals with this in a way that works dramatically.  The human element is there, and so is the fact that the crooks have just walked away.  The film said that one person went to jail.  I cannot recall that, but what the film makes crystal clear is that the US should have had to set up a penal colony to deal with all of those shysters who robbed ordinary people.

There are two levels of robbery revealed in in the film.  One is those at the higher level of the banks who just rip off anyone in sight, including the bank’s own customers, and its own shareholders.  The other is the people down the bottom who are defrauding members of the public who blindly sign their life away.  There is a hideous scene where mortgage brokers are boasting about the way that they clip migrants and people of colour.  The hedge fund manager who is the hero interrupts the discussion to take his colleagues outside and ask them why these idiots are confessing.  The answer is they are not confessing – they are bragging.

And the film gives it to the ratings agencies with both barrels.  Standard & Poore are represented by a woman who looks blind.  She is – but not physically.  This is brilliant theatre.  These bastards – and that is the polite term – gave glowing endorsements to liars and thieves who paid them to do so.  It is a very sad comment on American justice that these crooks have not been brought to justice – even in civil actions.

The central message of the book was that those driving this world-threatening farce were utterly amoral.  They could not spell the word ‘conscience’, and we have no reason to believe that anything has changed.  Clever crooks still skin greedy idiots.  They are not just too big to fail – they are too big to be reined in.  Their corruption now looks endemic, just as violence in the US is rooted in the gun laws and their way of life.  There will be more regulation, but this just makes the dealers more careful and soulless – liked doped cyclists.  You cannot, after all, legislate away greed and inanity.

Inequality will be the issue of our time – inequality in income and wealth, and in the justice system.  These shysters keep getting away with it at both ends, and history suggests that the victims will eventually erupt unless there is a real change.

The film has what may be called an ensemble cast including Ryan Gosling, Christian Bale, Steve Carrell, and Brad Pitt.  It was written and directed by Adam McKay.  They all show complete assurance.  One character is like a Greek chorus who offers asides to the audience – that I think is a mark of this film as high theatre.

This is a very important story and I find it very hard to imagine it being better told.  It is also I think a tribute to the U S that they can tell such a dark story so well and so frankly.  God only knows that the U S can deal with some tribute just now.