The footy match fallacy

Elsewhere, I said this about false dilemmas.

A dilemma occurs in an argument when one party is driven to a position of having to choose between two courses that are both unattractive. It is like having two pieces attacked by one piece in chess – being forked – or being snookered: whichever way you try to get out, you are in trouble.

A dilemma is false if it says there are only two choices when there are more. What you generally get is that if you do not do A, you will have to go with B, which will be truly awful. The truth is that there are other possibilities, but you face an attempt to induce you to believe that you have no real choice. Naturally, it is a weapon of choice among politicians.

As often as not, people say that you have to choose between two factors when you do not. In his history From Dawn to Decadence, the French–American author Jacques Barzun wrote: ‘True opera is a kind of music rather than a kind of play’. Putting to one side the question of what a false opera might look or sound like, opera is both music and drama; the joining of the music and drama defines what opera is. We do not have to make a choice about what we like more or regard as the more important. This is one occasion when you might truly say that it all depends on how it goes on the night.

When the United Nations published a report on the crisis of climate change, one notorious sceptic said the question was whether the report involved ‘science’ or ‘politics’. It of course involved both – the conclusions of science called for political action. It is simply wrong to say that the writer could only enter into one category at a time.

The footy match fallacy is different.  It says that if you go to a footy match, you must support one team over the other.  Why not just enjoy it – or shoot through if you don’t?

We see a lot of this kind of thinking, and instruction and propagandising, at the moment in the appalling suffering of humanity in the Middle East – as Europeans in their selfish imperial way are wont to describe that part of the planet that they so badly interfered with.  People who have no connection with either side – oui ce’st moi – are urged by both to join them – and then denounce the other.

Thanks, but no.

One problem – and there are many – is that such an invitation entails an obligation to make moral and political judgments that are at best left to God.  And I don’t think He’s in.  But almost all on the two competing sides think that He is in.  Except that there are at least two versions of Him.  And they are very different.  They just don’t get on.  In truth, they hate each other.  But unlike the even more fallible Roman or Greek gods, each of these Gods claims to be the only one.  And although the ancient gods took an active part in wars, they did not start any wars.

And moral and political mayhem on earth is the inevitable result.

Together with the butchering of history.

Another problem is that people take sides by reference to their faith or ancestry – or both.  And neither warrants a sensible approach to dealing with others of different ancestry or faith.  No war is good, but tribal and religious wars are the worst.

The result is that each side claims to be a victim of the West, and that the history of their suffering somehow makes them more vulnerable and more in need of protection than the other.  And what is fondly called ‘freedom of speech’ is banished to the corner of the room.

But because history has become mangled, the most distorting issue is how far back you go in assessing or apportioning blame – if that is what you have in mind.

For some time, the common law had a simple but closed view on how to deal with allegations of negligence.  The old law was that any negligence on the part of the plaintiff was a complete defence.  Then parliament intervened, and the court was required to assess the degree of negligence of either party in the case. 

That exercise in traffic accident cases at Petty Sessions was hit and miss, but these ‘crash and bash’ cases helped me to fend off the bank manager in my first few years at the Bar.  And they were instructive in revealing the limitations under which mere mortals purport to apportion blame among themselves.  Was this any more than licensed gaming? 

Well, they were nearly all over in about half an hour.  An affidavit of the repairer, two amateur witnesses cross-examined by two equally amateur barristers, $20 on the brief – to be paid months or years later, if you were lucky – and a brief summation from the bench: ‘On balance, I think his version may be a bit more likely than yours  Work out the costs.  Call the next case’.  Justice of the people by the people. 

(On one memorable day, the plaintiff and defendant could not agree on which intersection the accident occurred at – so His Worship – who was wont to bring a cut lunch with him on to the bench in a brief case – found that it took place at a third!  I wonder now if that finding would be enough to classify His Worship as an ‘activist.’)

Well, the alternative – all or nothing at all – was unthinkable.  As it should be in any assessment of conflict like that currently raging in the Middle East.  It is one thing to adjudicate upon the blame of two drivers at an intersection.  It is altogether a different to purport to adjudicate upon the blame of two peoples at war, or the justice of two competing claims to ownership of land.

We should not therefore overlook the obvious irony in the remark of the great historian Sir Lewis Namier that I referred to the other day:

The basic elements of the Imperial Problem during the American Revolution must be sought not so much in conscious opinions and professed views bearing directly on it, as in the very structure and life of the Empire; and in doing that, the words of Danton should be remembered – on ne fait pas le procès aux revolutions. 

Those who are out to apportion guilt in history have to keep to views and opinions, judge the collisions of planets by the rules of road traffic, make history into something like a column of motoring accidents, and discuss it in the atmosphere of a police court.

But one thing you soon learn in the atmosphere of ‘a police court’ – or a Court of Petty Sessions hearing a ‘crash and bash’ – is the unavoidable truth of the remark of our greatest jurist, Sir Owen Dixon.  ‘Experience of forensic contests should confirm the truth of the common saying that one story is good until another is told….’ (His Honour went on to say ‘but a testator is dead and cannot tell his.’)

Another thing you learn at the bottom of the litigious pile-on is that it is just silly to mumble platitudes that you don’t understand.  Like – ‘The witness is not allowed to say what Smith said…’  That is not a correct statement of the hearsay rule, and it suggests a fundamental lack of understanding of the law of evidence.  It’s like saying ‘You must not refer to an insurer’.  Or ‘You can’t treat with them – they are terrorists!’  Or, ‘If you criticise my government, that means you have it in for my whole tribe.’  (Very sadly, that particular fallacy now looks like being a self-fulfilling prophecy.)

We may however reflect on two aspects of our humanity.  One is that no nation or people wants to be invaded.  Another is that no nation or people wants to be dispossessed of its land.

The peaceful young advocate from Arras, Maximilien Robespierre, might be seen now as the archetypal terrorist, because of his role in implementing the policy of Terror in France in 1793.  This was the man who had resigned as a judge, because he was morally revolted when the law required him to sentence a man to death.  Some of his invocations of terror later would now curdle our blood.  But when in the triumphal dawn of the Revolution, the Assembly of the newly free French voted to go to war to export its glorious ideals, Robespierre, almost alone, opposed the aggression.  He stated what is spellbindingly obvious.  No one likes ‘armed missionaries’.  If you are being raped or bayoneted, you are not minded to inquire of the political or religious motivation of your assailant. 

You might usefully put this to the still unrepentant Messrs Bush, Blair and Howard about another Western disaster in the Middle East – the invasion of Iraq. 

It is something I saw on my only visit to the Kremlin.  ‘That’s the gate he came in by.  And that’s the gate he went out by.’  And the ageing Russian patriot guide was not referring to a second-rate Austrian corporal, but to a third-rate Corsican aristocrat – who left five million dead witnesses as testimony to the cruelty of his ego.

(On our way in to Moscow from the airport, at a distance from the centre about the equivalent of Mooney Valley to the Melbourne GPO, the guide pointed a monument and said: ‘That is where we stopped the Nazis in the Great Patriotic War’.  She did not say – and probably did not know – that Stalin and Hitler had done a deal under which they would – and they did – rape Poland.)

As for being dispossessed of land that your people have held for time immemorial, look not just at our First Nations, but to the almost total dispossession of the original inhabitants of each American continent – by those acting in the name of God, or a European empire that owed fealty to God, or the British Empire, or by the greed and unlimited territorial ambition of a preppy republic that had contempt for inferior races burned into its psyche from birth.

And what enabled all that dispossession?  Military might.  And cold hearts.  And the Word of God.

And did God try to stop it?  No.  To the contrary – He was part of it.

And the problem with God is that He is so absolute, and unrepentant.  And He does have a propensity to take sides.

So, there is rather more to these vanished supremacies – another phrase of Sir Lewis Namier – than a mere footy match. 

And the horror of it all – as predictable as it is inevitable – just passes all understanding.

The footy match fallacy

Elsewhere, I said this about false dilemmas.

A dilemma occurs in an argument when one party is driven to a position of having to choose between two courses that are both unattractive. It is like having two pieces attacked by one piece in chess – being forked – or being snookered: whichever way you try to get out, you are in trouble.

A dilemma is false if it says there are only two choices when there are more. What you generally get is that if you do not do A, you will have to go with B, which will be truly awful. The truth is that there are other possibilities, but you face an attempt to induce you to believe that you have no real choice. Naturally, it is a weapon of choice among politicians.

As often as not, people say that you have to choose between two factors when you do not. In his history From Dawn to Decadence, the French–American author Jacques Barzun wrote: ‘True opera is a kind of music rather than a kind of play’. Putting to one side the question of what a false opera might look or sound like, opera is both music and drama; the joining of the music and drama defines what opera is. We do not have to make a choice about what we like more or regard as the more important. This is one occasion when you might truly say that it all depends on how it goes on the night.

When the United Nations published a report on the crisis of climate change, one notorious sceptic said the question was whether the report involved ‘science’ or ‘politics’. It of course involved both – the conclusions of science called for political action. It is simply wrong to say that the writer could only enter into one category at a time.

The footy match fallacy is different.  It says that if you go to a footy match, you must support one team over the other.  Why not just enjoy it – or shoot through if you don’t?

We see a lot of this kind of thinking, and instruction and propagandising, at the moment in the appalling suffering of humanity in the Middle East – as Europeans in their selfish imperial way are wont to describe that part of the planet that they so badly interfered with.  People who have no connection with either side – oui ce’st moi – are urged by both to join them – and then denounce the other.

Thanks, but no.

One problem – and there are many – is that such an invitation entails an obligation to make moral and political judgments that are at best left to God.  And I don’t think He’s in.  But almost all on the two competing sides think that He is in.  Except that there are at least two versions of Him.  And they are very different.  They just don’t get on.  In truth, they hate each other.  But unlike the even more fallible Roman or Greek gods, each of these Gods claims to be the only one.  And although the ancient gods took an active part in wars, they did not start any wars.

And moral and political mayhem on earth is the inevitable result.

Together with the butchering of history.

Another problem is that people take sides by reference to their faith or ancestry – or both.  And neither warrants a sensible approach to dealing with others of different ancestry or faith.  No war is good, but tribal and religious wars are the worst.

The result is that each side claims to be a victim of the West, and that the history of their suffering somehow makes them more vulnerable and more in need of protection than the other.  And what is fondly called ‘freedom of speech’ is banished to the corner of the room.

But because history has become mangled, the most distorting issue is how far back you go in assessing or apportioning blame – if that is what you have in mind.

For some time, the common law had a simple but closed view on how to deal with allegations of negligence.  The old law was that any negligence on the part of the plaintiff was a complete defence.  Then parliament intervened, and the court was required to assess the degree of negligence of either party in the case. 

That exercise in traffic accident cases at Petty Sessions was hit and miss, but these ‘crash and bash’ cases helped me to fend off the bank manager in my first few years at the Bar.  And they were instructive in revealing the limitations under which mere mortals purport to apportion blame among themselves.  Was this any more than licensed gaming? 

Well, they were nearly all over in about half an hour.  An affidavit of the repairer, two amateur witnesses cross-examined by two equally amateur barristers, $20 on the brief – to be paid months or years later, if you were lucky – and a brief summation from the bench: ‘On balance, I think his version may be a bit more likely than yours  Work out the costs.  Call the next case’.  Justice of the people by the people. 

(On one memorable day, the plaintiff and defendant could not agree on which intersection the accident occurred at – so His Worship – who was wont to bring a cut lunch with him on to the bench in a brief case – found that it took place at a third!  I wonder now if that finding would be enough to classify His Worship as an ‘activist.’)

Well, the alternative – all or nothing at all – was unthinkable.  As it should be in any assessment of conflict like that currently raging in the Middle East.  It is one thing to adjudicate upon the blame of two drivers at an intersection.  It is altogether a different to purport to adjudicate upon the blame of two peoples at war, or the justice of two competing claims to ownership of land.

We should not therefore overlook the obvious irony in the remark of the great historian Sir Lewis Namier that I referred to the other day:

The basic elements of the Imperial Problem during the American Revolution must be sought not so much in conscious opinions and professed views bearing directly on it, as in the very structure and life of the Empire; and in doing that, the words of Danton should be remembered – on ne fait pas le procès aux revolutions. 

Those who are out to apportion guilt in history have to keep to views and opinions, judge the collisions of planets by the rules of road traffic, make history into something like a column of motoring accidents, and discuss it in the atmosphere of a police court.

But one thing you soon learn in the atmosphere of ‘a police court’ – or a Court of Petty Sessions hearing a ‘crash and bash’ – is the unavoidable truth of the remark of our greatest jurist, Sir Owen Dixon.  ‘Experience of forensic contests should confirm the truth of the common saying that one story is good until another is told….’ (His Honour went on to say ‘but a testator is dead and cannot tell his.’)

Another thing you learn at the bottom of the litigious pile-on is that it is just silly to mumble platitudes that you don’t understand.  Like – ‘The witness is not allowed to say what Smith said…’  That is not a correct statement of the hearsay rule, and it suggests a fundamental lack of understanding of the law of evidence.  It’s like saying ‘You must not refer to an insurer’.  Or ‘You can’t treat with them – they are terrorists!’  Or, ‘If you criticise my government, that means you have it in for my whole tribe.’  (Very sadly, that particular fallacy now looks like being a self-fulfilling prophecy.)

We may however reflect on two aspects of our humanity.  One is that no nation or people wants to be invaded.  Another is that no nation or people wants to be dispossessed of its land.

The peaceful young advocate from Arras, Maximilien Robespierre, might be seen now as the archetypal terrorist, because of his role in implementing the policy of Terror in France in 1793.  This was the man who had resigned as a judge, because he was morally revolted when the law required him to sentence a man to death.  Some of his invocations of terror later would now curdle our blood.  But when in the triumphal dawn of the Revolution, the Assembly of the newly free French voted to go to war to export its glorious ideals, Robespierre, almost alone, opposed the aggression.  He stated what is spellbindingly obvious.  No one likes ‘armed missionaries’.  If you are being raped or bayoneted, you are not minded to inquire of the political or religious motivation of your assailant. 

You might usefully put this to the still unrepentant Messrs Bush, Blair and Howard about another Western disaster in the Middle East – the invasion of Iraq. 

It is something I saw on my only visit to the Kremlin.  ‘That’s the gate he came in by.  And that’s the gate he went out by.’  And the ageing Russian patriot guide was not referring to a second-rate Austrian corporal, but to a third-rate Corsican aristocrat – who left five million dead witnesses as testimony to the cruelty of his ego.

(On our way in to Moscow from the airport, at a distance from the centre about the equivalent of Mooney Valley to the Melbourne GPO, the guide pointed a monument and said: ‘That is where we stopped the Nazis in the Great Patriotic War’.  She did not say – and probably did not know – that Stalin and Hitler had done a deal under which they would – and they did – rape Poland.)

As for being dispossessed of land that your people have held for time immemorial, look not just at our First Nations, but to the almost total dispossession of the original inhabitants of each American continent – by those acting in the name of God, or a European empire that owed fealty to God, or the British Empire, or by the greed and unlimited territorial ambition of a preppy republic that had contempt for inferior races burned into its psyche from birth.

And what enabled all that dispossession?  Military might.  And cold hearts.  And the Word of God.

And did God try to stop it?  No.  To the contrary – He was part of it.

And the problem with God is that He is so absolute, and unrepentant.  And He does have a propensity to take sides.

So, there is rather more to these vanished supremacies – another phrase of Sir Lewis Namier – than a mere footy match. 

And the horror of it all – as predictable as it is inevitable – just passes all understanding.

Churchill and Carlyle

Well, I am reading Carlyle, The French Revolution, again – for the nth time. 

Naturally, I have my favourite passages.  One occurs at the end of volume 1.  A starving populace of Paris, led by the stern women of Les Halles, have marched on Versailles, and got within a room or so of massacring the whole royal family – their main target was the foreign queen.  The family is in truth forced to go to Paris as de facto prisoners by the still hostile mob.  The volume concludes as follows.

Poor Louis has Two other Paris Processions to make: one ludicrous-ignominious like this; the other not ludicrous nor ignominious, but serious, nay sublime.

The next occasion would be when he was brought back to Paris from Varennes – to what we now know would be his inevitable death by guillotine.  That would be his third and last procession.  Decent people do not speak of the unbearable cruelty that the French showed to Marie Antoinette when they beheaded her, to the shrieking adulation of the mob.  (Carlyle is big on ‘shrieking’.)

I have had occasion to refer to this link before.  In one of his early war-time speeches, Churchill referred to the resistance of the Finns to Stalin.

Only Finland – superb, nay, sublime – in the jaws of peril – Finland shows what free men can do.  The service rendered by Finland to mankind is magnificent.  They have exposed, for all the world to see, the military incapacity of the Red Army and of the Red Air Force.  Many illusions about Soviet Russia have been dispelled in these few fierce weeks of fighting in the Arctic Circle.  Everyone can see how Communism rots the soul of a nation; how it makes it abject and hungry in peace, and proves it base and abominable in war.

I do not know, but my guess is that Churchill did not realise that he was citing Carlyle when he extolled the Finns’ resistance to the Russians.  I could believe that he had drunk deeply enough of Gibbon, Macaulay and Carlyle to have them in his blood.

You might think that is just Romance.  It may well be – but in the name of God, I need something to look up to in this sea of melancholic mediocrity.  For example – ScoMo is off to Israel – most probably at my expense – to show his Pentecostal solidarity with God’s Chosen People, and do what he did best – a photo op – with Boris Johnson – a communion of the two worst prime ministers either nation has known.

And each time I come to look back to what we call the French Revolution, I wonder whether the French ever got over their descent into barbarism.  The Germans have.  Russia has not.  Nor I think has the United States.

Nor, since about a month ago, have we here in Australia come to terms with our past. 

And if I had to choose the closest we have got to the sublime, I would nominate Cathy for that win for all of us in Sydney.

Then we must look at how we thanked her.

Drama

We can go to the theatre to see a play or an opera.  We can to the MCG to see a footy or cricket match.  In either case, we are going to see some drama – and, usually, the more dramatic it is, the better. 

There is at least one major difference.  In a play or opera, people perform the parts that have been written or composed for them.  The end is already determined.  That is not the case in sport – you don’t know until it is over how it might end – who will win; or if there may be a draw.  That difference alone makes the sporting event more dramatic.  (And, sadly, it means that people may want to gamble on the outcome.)

There is usually one other difference.  Most people going to watch footy or cricket do so because they support, and want to be seen to support, one team in the contest.  There is something both tribal and communal in this – and some of the ritual some still get from religion.  This sense of belonging is usually harmless, but it can get very ugly.  Fortunately, we in Australia usually get spared the worst of the downside.

So, there are major differences in the drama that people expect to get in the theatre or at the MCG.  Their involvement is likely to be far more intensely real in one rather than the other.  And partly for that reason, many more people prefer one kind of drama to the other.

Most people are able to mix, or at least tolerate, patronage of both forms of drama.  Some cannot do so.  Some patrons of the theatre look down on those who go to the footy or cricket.  Many of the latter just have not got round to going to the theatre for any purpose.

Mixing patronage of the two has never been a problem for me.  If you are presented with a smorgasbord, you are in my view a dill if you do not at least sample the lot.  On one day I saw both the Melbourne Storm and Cosi fan tutte.  That may have struck patrons at either show as odd – that was, I think, their misfortune.

The two kinds of drama are very different, but they have something in common.  They involve tests of character – and very public tests.  For all the money and hoopla, someone has to go out and deliver all their acquired skill and magic – when failure will go very hard on all involved.

Now, partly because of age, and partly for other reasons, I will not now go to see many more kinds of either drama live. 

With theatre, as in Shakespeare, you can use three avenues – reading, listening, or watching on television or the big screen.  My preferred course is to listen with the text open in front of me.  Because I do not read music, that access is not open to me with opera.  I can listen or watch.

With twentieth century music, I need time – repeated exposure – to condition myself.  I have recently been doing just that with Britten and Janacek.  And I have been assisted in both with DVD reproductions from the stage of the highest quality. 

More than thirty years ago, Moffat Oxenbould of the AO advised me to see Britten’s Billy Budd at Covent Garden because I should hear an opera in my own language (and the piece was so modern that they had not yet spoiled it.)  That was very good advice. 

Now I have Opus Arte DVDs of Peter Grimes (La Scala), Billy Budd (Glyndebourne), and Midsummer Night’s Dream (Gran Teatre del Liceu).  And just arrived is Jenufa (Asmik Grigorian at Covent Garden). 

Each of these is just about flawless – including the acting (which you must have on this medium).  I cannot recall one person holding the whole show as does Asmik Grigorian.  Each is a play with music made specially for that script.  (And there is a bonus in Jenufa in the Scottish tenor who plays Laca.)  And the three Britten works were written in my language.

It would be silly to say that an Italian gets as much from Hamlet in Italian as I do in English.  And it would be equally silly to say that I get as much from Rigoletto in subtitles as an Italian does in his own language. 

And this issue becomes acute with Janacek, because he studied his own language and moulded the music to match it.  It is as well to remember that when we get a work in translation, we get it trusting in an intermediary – and not as its creator intended it.  It is I think notorious that Goethe and Pushkin – and Dante – do not suffer translation gladly.

Fortunately, I do not have to confront these demons in most sports.  And that is just one reason why I find the sports form of drama so much more compelling and involving than the theatrical forms.  You can savour just some of the other reasons if I reflect back on Peter Thompson at the British Open, Hoad and Rosewall in the Davis Cup, the world titles of Rose and Famechon, the America’s Cup, Cathy Freeman in Sydney – or how just the other day, Sam Kerr and the Matildas changed the world view of a whole generation.  (There was a very revealing photo.  Two hardened AFL coaches had just finished a tough match and had stopped to watch the Matildas on TV.)

And that’s before I get to cricket and footy played by people in my colours.  Then, I am afraid, even Shakespeare and David Williamson have to give way.

Well, these are matters of impression – or taste, perhaps.  But I suspect that Plato would have been with me – he thought that all art was inferior as being just imitation – art as we experience it, was for Plato an illusion, a collection of mere appearances, like reflections in a mirror or like shadows on the wall of a cave.

Tell that to the opener who has just been decked by the first ball of the match – or to the full back who did not adhere to the advice of the Plugger about holding his jersey – and waking up in a very different place indeed. 

Or the Demon supporter on that night in Perth in 2021. 

Or the young Australian barrister who saw Lillee trap that little Knott dead in front to end the Centenary Test.  And watched Thommo put the fear of God into the rest of them.

There are downsides to being Australian – but there up many and great upsides.

The Promised Land

Whether the promisor is Almighty God, or His Majesty King George III, promising land to a select few is at best problematic if other people are in settled occupation and enjoyment of the land.  Where do they go now?

But it gets worse when God and ethnic distinctions are involved.  Where one group sees its members as different to those of another, they rarely think they come out of it as the worse off.

So much is clear from the history of Canaan, Australia, and Palestine. 

Since the discussion of any of these is fraught in Australia just now, I will pass over it in silence, and leave it to others.

The following texts command varying assent depending on where in the world the reader is standing.

But of the cities of these peoples which the Lord your God gives you as an inheritance, you shall let nothing that breathes remain alive.  But you shall utterly destroy them: the Hittite and the Amorite and the Canaanite and the Perizzite and the Hivite and the Jebusite, just as the Lord your God has commanded you, lest they teach you to do according to all their abominations which they have done for their gods, and you sin against the Lord your God. 

Deuteronomy 20:16-18

And when Joshua and all Israel saw that the ambush had taken the city, and that the smoke of the city ascended, then they turned again, and slew the men of Ai.

And the other issued out of the city against them; so they were in the midst of Israel, some on this side, and some on that side: and they smote them, so that they let none of them remain or escape.

And the king of Ai they took alive, and brought him to Joshua.

And it came to pass, when Israel had made an end of slaying all the inhabitants of Ai in the field, in the wilderness wherein they chased them, and when they were all fallen on the edge of the sword, until they were consumed, that all the Israelites returned unto Ai, and smote it with the edge of the sword.

And so it was, that all that fell that day, both of men and women, were twelve thousandeven all the men of Ai.

For Joshua drew not his hand back, wherewith he stretched out the spear, until he had utterly destroyed all the inhabitants of Ai.

Only the cattle and the spoil of that city Israel took for a prey unto themselves, according unto the word of the Lord which he commanded Joshua.

And Joshua burnt Ai, and made it an heap for ever, even a desolation unto this day.

Joshua 8:24-30

When the posterity of Abraham had multiplied like the sands of the sea, the Deity, from whose mouth they received a system of laws and ceremonies, declared himself the proper and, as it were, the national God of Israel; and with the most jealous care separated his most favourite people from the rest of mankind.  The conquest of the land of Canaan with so many wonderful and so many bloody circumstances, that the victorious Jews were left in a state of irreconcilable hostility with all their neighbours.  They had been commanded to extirpate some of the most idolatrous tribes, and the execution of the Divine will had seldom been retarded by the weakness of humanity.

Gibbon, Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire

Fight against those who have been given the Scripture and believe not in Allah nor the Last Day, and forbid that which Allah hath forbidden by his messenger, and follow not the religion of truth, until they pay the tribute readily, being brought low.

And the Jews say: Ezra is the son of Allah.  And the Christians say: their Messiah is the son of Allah.  That is their saying with their mouths.  They imitate the sayings of whose who disbelieve of old.  Allah himself fighteth against them.  How perverse are they?

They have as lords beside Allah their rabbis and their monks and the Messiah son of Mary, when they were forbidden to worship only one god.

Koran, Surah IX: 29 -31

Long before the rise of Babylon and Athens, the early Australians had impressive achievements.  They were the only people in the world’s history to sail across the seas and to discover an inhabitable continent.  They bred a brave procession of coastal and inland explorers; they were brown Columbuses, Major Mitchells, and even Dr Livingstones, I presume.  The aboriginals who occupied Australia also found, over a long stretch of time, many edible plants, valuable mines which they worked, new medicines and drugs, manufacturing techniques, and a miscellany of resources ranging from the raw materials of their cosmetics to the hidden pools of water in deserts.  They succeeded in adapting their ways of life to harsh as well as kind environments; and several large regions of Australia supported more people in ancient times than they have supported in recent times….

Europeans were now about to enter Australia.  The contrast between the ways of life of the British Isles and the Aborigines was almost the most dramatic contrast in the world.  The British brought so many ideas and goods which Aborigines could not begin to imagine.  They brought all the results of the 10,000-year-old neolithic revolution and they also brought the first results of the new industrial and scientific revolutions.  They brought sheep and shears, horses and harnesses, cattle and pigs, and a variety of dogs and cats.  They brought fruit trees, and tropical and temperate vegetables unknown to Aborigines.  They brought fences and carts and large permanent houses and ocean-going ships.  They brought an ability to distil spirits, brew beer, and make wine, hazardous activities in a continent where alcohol was virtually unknown.  They brought skills in weaving wool, in making linen and leather.  They brought the art of writing and printing, of keeping accounts, of hoarding information in books and food in barrels, kegs and sacks.  They brought thousands of laws, all devised more than 20,000 kilometres away.  They brought firearms, not of high accuracy, but demoralising when first seen and felt……Here was an utter contrast in peoples, for they spoke very different languages, had very different histories, religions, and contrasting attitudes to property plants and livestock.  In their use of the land and technology they were ages apart: in short, even with goodwill on both sides they were incompatible.

Geoffrey Blainey, The Triumph of the Nomad

The basic elements of the Imperial Problem during the American Revolution must be sought not so much in conscious opinions and professed views bearing directly on it, as in the very structure and life of the Empire; and in doing that, the words of Danton should be remembered – on ne fait pas le procès aux revolutions.  Those who are out to apportion guilt in history have to keep to views and opinions, judge the collisions of planets by the rules of road traffic, make history into something like a column of motoring accidents, and discuss it in the atmosphere of a police court.

Sir Lewis Namier, England in the Age of the American Revolution

The God has not been invented who could even dream that any of such issues can be solved by mortals, and many would be happy if we had never invented any God at all.

The Promised Land

Whether the promisor is Almighty God, or His Majesty King George III, promising land to a select few is at best problematic if other people are in settled occupation and enjoyment of the land.  Where do they go now?

But it gets worse when God and ethnic distinctions are involved.  Where one group sees its members as different to those of another, they rarely think they come out of it as the worse off.

So much is clear from the history of Canaan, Australia, and Palestine. 

Since the discussion of any of these is fraught in Australia just now, I will pass over it in silence, and leave it to others.

The following texts command varying assent depending on where in the world the reader is standing.

But of the cities of these peoples which the Lord your God gives you as an inheritance, you shall let nothing that breathes remain alive.  But you shall utterly destroy them: the Hittite and the Amorite and the Canaanite and the Perizzite and the Hivite and the Jebusite, just as the Lord your God has commanded you, lest they teach you to do according to all their abominations which they have done for their gods, and you sin against the Lord your God. 

Deuteronomy 20:16-18

And when Joshua and all Israel saw that the ambush had taken the city, and that the smoke of the city ascended, then they turned again, and slew the men of Ai.

And the other issued out of the city against them; so they were in the midst of Israel, some on this side, and some on that side: and they smote them, so that they let none of them remain or escape.

And the king of Ai they took alive, and brought him to Joshua.

And it came to pass, when Israel had made an end of slaying all the inhabitants of Ai in the field, in the wilderness wherein they chased them, and when they were all fallen on the edge of the sword, until they were consumed, that all the Israelites returned unto Ai, and smote it with the edge of the sword.

And so it was, that all that fell that day, both of men and women, were twelve thousandeven all the men of Ai.

For Joshua drew not his hand back, wherewith he stretched out the spear, until he had utterly destroyed all the inhabitants of Ai.

Only the cattle and the spoil of that city Israel took for a prey unto themselves, according unto the word of the Lord which he commanded Joshua.

And Joshua burnt Ai, and made it an heap for ever, even a desolation unto this day.

Joshua 8:24-30

When the posterity of Abraham had multiplied like the sands of the sea, the Deity, from whose mouth they received a system of laws and ceremonies, declared himself the proper and, as it were, the national God of Israel; and with the most jealous care separated his most favourite people from the rest of mankind.  The conquest of the land of Canaan with so many wonderful and so many bloody circumstances, that the victorious Jews were left in a state of irreconcilable hostility with all their neighbours.  They had been commanded to extirpate some of the most idolatrous tribes, and the execution of the Divine will had seldom been retarded by the weakness of humanity.

Gibbon, Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire

Fight against those who have been given the Scripture and believe not in Allah nor the Last Day, and forbid that which Allah hath forbidden by his messenger, and follow not the religion of truth, until they pay the tribute readily, being brought low.

And the Jews say: Ezra is the son of Allah.  And the Christians say: their Messiah is the son of Allah.  That is their saying with their mouths.  They imitate the sayings of whose who disbelieve of old.  Allah himself fighteth against them.  How perverse are they?

They have as lords beside Allah their rabbis and their monks and the Messiah son of Mary, when they were forbidden to worship only one god.

Koran, Surah IX: 29 -31

Long before the rise of Babylon and Athens, the early Australians had impressive achievements.  They were the only people in the world’s history to sail across the seas and to discover an inhabitable continent.  They bred a brave procession of coastal and inland explorers; they were brown Columbuses, Major Mitchells, and even Dr Livingstones, I presume.  The aboriginals who occupied Australia also found, over a long stretch of time, many edible plants, valuable mines which they worked, new medicines and drugs, manufacturing techniques, and a miscellany of resources ranging from the raw materials of their cosmetics to the hidden pools of water in deserts.  They succeeded in adapting their ways of life to harsh as well as kind environments; and several large regions of Australia supported more people in ancient times than they have supported in recent times….

Europeans were now about to enter Australia.  The contrast between the ways of life of the British Isles and the Aborigines was almost the most dramatic contrast in the world.  The British brought so many ideas and goods which Aborigines could not begin to imagine.  They brought all the results of the 10,000-year-old neolithic revolution and they also brought the first results of the new industrial and scientific revolutions.  They brought sheep and shears, horses and harnesses, cattle and pigs, and a variety of dogs and cats.  They brought fruit trees, and tropical and temperate vegetables unknown to Aborigines.  They brought fences and carts and large permanent houses and ocean-going ships.  They brought an ability to distil spirits, brew beer, and make wine, hazardous activities in a continent where alcohol was virtually unknown.  They brought skills in weaving wool, in making linen and leather.  They brought the art of writing and printing, of keeping accounts, of hoarding information in books and food in barrels, kegs and sacks.  They brought thousands of laws, all devised more than 20,000 kilometres away.  They brought firearms, not of high accuracy, but demoralising when first seen and felt……Here was an utter contrast in peoples, for they spoke very different languages, had very different histories, religions, and contrasting attitudes to property plants and livestock.  In their use of the land and technology they were ages apart: in short, even with goodwill on both sides they were incompatible.

Geoffrey Blainey, The Triumph of the Nomad

The basic elements of the Imperial Problem during the American Revolution must be sought not so much in conscious opinions and professed views bearing directly on it, as in the very structure and life of the Empire; and in doing that, the words of Danton should be remembered – on ne fait pas le procès aux revolutions.  Those who are out to apportion guilt in history have to keep to views and opinions, judge the collisions of planets by the rules of road traffic, make history into something like a column of motoring accidents, and discuss it in the atmosphere of a police court.

Sir Lewis Namier, England in the Age of the American Revolution

The God has not been invented who could even dream that any of such issues can be solved by mortals, and many would be happy if we had never invented any God at all.

Caravaggio’s Shadow

Caravaggio was an Italian Renaissance painter.  It was therefore more likely than not that he would run into the Church of Rome.  He was preoccupied with the chiaroscuro in his painting – as Caruso’s voice would be in his singing.  (The painterly word would be tenebrous.)  His love life was all over the place, and he had a God given capacity to get into serious trouble – with authority, or people of either sex.  But especially with the Thought Police.

All this is on show in the film Caravaggio’s Shadow.  It is preternaturally dark, and troubled – to an extent that I once thought of leaving early.  (Perhaps in part because for two hours the night before I had wrestled with a stark RSC version of the most violent play in the lexicon – Titus Andronicus.)

The artist was frighteningly original.  That was enough to get him into trouble.  And he painted straight from the flesh – and he used people from what the Church would call the gutter as his models.  Saints could be based on sluts.  (He was certainly not alone in that – my recollection is that El Greco  – he of the Counter-Reformation – modelled the madonna on his mistress.)  And this was the time when the Reformation ran into the Renaissance.

Then the artist is convicted of murder after killing an opponent in a brawl.  He asks the pope for a pardon.  The pope assigns a ‘shadow’ to investigate.  That investigation is the subject of the film. 

The painter is hot and bothered.  The shadow is coldness made flesh – with the morals of Vladimir Putin.  Both leads are well played and the drama is engaging – wounding even.  But it stays dark and wounding.

It was for me held together by the incomparable Isabelle Huppert.  She is speaking in French, but she oozes her austere authority whenever she is on the screen.  And for someone past what the French call ‘a certain age,’ she has a remarkable capacity to lead us to believe that seriously heavy breathing – to use a phrase used by Walter Matthau – is never entirely out of the question.  But it will be her call.  She is just regnal.

Although the artist is hostile to the Church, he is addicted to the missionary position to the extent that some in the audience – well, at least one – got sick of the sight of his bum.

And if you want to know why Rome never recovered from its decline and fall, and why Italy is not now and never has been well governed, you need not look any further than the Church of Rome.  They are the bad guys in this movie.  The shadow is just their venomous distillation, and the artist just their inevitable victim. 

I don’t think the Church keeps the Index now, at least on the table, but if it did, this movie would claim top billing.

Righteous revenge?

‘Eyeless in Gaza’ is the term applied by Milton to Samson in a work that could well be banned from many campuses today for its unholy exultation of bloody violence, including suicidal terrorism, and its loathing of women.  Taking out eyes may have been the worst form of mutilation.  It is the shrieking low point of the violence in King Lear.  The victim, and the audience, are left with the lament of Samson: ‘Light, the prime work of God, is to me extinct.’

With this exception – God had not been discovered in the time of the action in King Lear.  Or of Titus Andronicus.  The former is set in Albion in some preternaturally dark age.  The latter is set in Rome, when the Goths had arrived on the scene, but God, had not – and the Sermon on the Mount had not been heard either.  (This may have involved the author in some date juggling, but he never minded that.  The date of the action in each play is deliberately obscure.) 

The play Titus comes to us early in the oeuvre of Shakespeare.  He would return to its themes later – in a different and more practised manner.  But we don’t decline to enjoy the symphonies of Mozart before he really made his mark in number 27 – just as it would be both silly and unhelpful not to enjoy the early comedies and English history plays of Shakespeare.

The violence in Titus verges on the lustful.  It is the ultimate revenge play – seething, soaking, bloody revenge.  (The word occurs 25 times in the play.)  Consequently, it went down well with audiences when it first came out.  England tolerated and inflicted the most gruesome kinds of mutilation until the Declaration of Rights in 1689 (and, in times of state emergency, ignored the common law prohibition of torture).  But then the national mood changed, and Titus was on the nose. 

That was so until Gallipoli, Auschwitz, Hiroshima, My Lai, Srebrenica, and Mariupol.  All evil beyond our comprehension, and beyond the imagination of even Shakespeare.

And now Gaza – for which we should look again at this early play of the greatest playwright of them all. 

Dr Johnson thought that Titus was spurious. He loathed it.  ‘The barbarity of the spectacles and the general massacre which are here exhibited can scarcely be conceived tolerable to any audience, yet we were told by Jonson that they were not only borne but praised.’ 

Perhaps the audiences in Shakespeare’s time were more worn or worldly – public mutilation then was still a free spectacle – like hanging, drawing, and quartering. 

Whatever may have been the case in those times, the barbarities of the spectacles in the play are mild compared to what we have in and around Gaza now.  And real people are there being raped and slaughtered.  In the war against the Ukraine, we have seen rape deployed as a weapon of war by a nation that has a history for such war crimes, but which still claims to be civilised.

And before you conclude that Rome was incapable of that degree of cruelty, consider what Professor John Burrow describes as ‘the appalling ruthlessness of Roman political atrocity.’

The general rage against Sejanus was now subsiding, appeased by the executions already carried out.  Yet retribution was now decreed against his remaining children.  They were taken to prison.  The boy understood what lay ahead of him.  But the girl uncomprehendingly repeated: ‘What have I done?  Where are you taking me?  I will not do it again!’  She could be punished with a beating, she said, like other children.  Contemporary writers report that because capital punishment of a virgin was unprecedented, she was violated by the executioner, with the noose beside her.  Then both were strangled, and their young bodies were thrown on to the Gemonian Steps. 

The Gemonian Steps were next to the prison.  They were called ‘the Stair of Sighs’.  After execution, dead prisoners were thrown on to these steps, and then dragged to the Tiber.  The steps may have been close to the present Via di San Pietro in Carcere.  An alternative was to fling people alive from the Tarpeian rock.  (  The threat of which caused Coriolanus to leave town.)

The play Titus Andronicus poses two questions.  Can revenge ever be righteous?  Can we reasonably describe ancient Athens or Rome as civilised?

Titus is an aged and trusted soldier in a very war-like state.  After a successful campaign against the Goths (in which he has lost sons), he allows the human sacrifice of a son of Tamora, the queen of the Goths.  Then he declines the purple and allows it to go to a very weak and nasty piece of work.  Who then marries Tamora, after Lavinia, the daughter of Titus, declines the offer.  This enables Tamora to exact revenge.  She does so when her sons violate Lavinia and mutilate her to prevent her accusing the brothers.  Further outrages are perpetuated on Titus by a Moor who impregnates Tamora, and who is the personification of evil – the ‘motiveless malignity’ that one critic used for the later edition of such a character (Iago – a character that makes his whole play frankly intolerable for me).  Titus feigns madness and gets his revenge by literally serving up to Tamora her dead sons on a platter.  After deadly mayhem, the world can start afresh.

You will struggle to find a more graphic plot in any play or opera.  But it is wonderfully put together by Julie Taymor in her film TITUS.  It is for me by far the best film of any of the plays of Shakespeare.

Violence begets violence.  The Greeks looked at this in the Oresteia.  The first object of what would become the common law was to end the vendetta.  The great jurist Oliver Wendell Holmes said that ‘the Roman law started from the blood feud, and all the authorities agree that the German law [the origin of our common law] began in that way.’

Before that, God had had His say.  ‘Vengeance is mine.  I will repay.’  Then a Jewish hasid stood on the side of a mountain and said: ‘Turn the other cheek.’

Well – we know all that, but we also know the impulse of revenge is so often irresistible.  Righteous?  No.  Inevitable?  Just about.  It was and is utterly inevitable now in Gaza, and all the moonshine in the world will not soften that revenge.

What about the Oxbridge dream of the civilisation of ancient Athens and Rome?  They buggered their boys; treated their women like doormats; and they lived off slavery and empire.  But most of all, they had no conception of the dignity seen by Kant as inherent in each of us just because we are human.

And as it happens, Titus opens, and closes, with a process for choosing an emperor.  The Romans never secured the process of succession.  It was as orderly as a Mallee footy club chook raffle.  On that failure of governance alone, Rome was decidedly uncivilised – as Gibbon saw and documented so clearly.  He was right to be revolted.

Such was the unhappy condition of the Roman emperors, that, whatever might be their conduct, their fate was commonly the same.  A life of pleasure or virtue, of severity or mildness, of indolence or glory, alike led to an untimely grave; and almost every reign is closed by the same disgusting repetition of treason and murder.

How you apply such notions to affairs in Gaza now is a matter for you.  Australia has a diaspora from each side, and naturally their views are opposed. 

We have canvassed some moral and political views.  Now for the tin tacks.  We go to the theatre to watch ourselves in the mirror of the stage.  And in Titus we see these issues writ large – almost as large as in commedia dell’arte.  It comes at us at first as grotesque – our reaction to King Lear.  Then we pass through the theatre of the absurd.  I fondly recall the groaning apprehension of the cinema audience in South Yarra when Anthony Hopkins lit up the screen answering the stage direction ‘Enter Titus as a cook.’  Then there is a kind of peace as we reconcile ourselves to the truth that all this is beyond words. 

Dr Johnson was right – the barbarity on the stage is ‘barely tolerable’.  But what does that say about our place in the world?  Does it say that we turn away from suffering inflicted on others by evil people – and that in so doing we condone such evil, and stand diminished in ourselves?  Are we then complicit in a general decline in our community? 

This inquiry into what Conrad saw as the ‘horror’ in Heart of Darkness comes not from charts and graphs, but from the charge of drama on the stage.  We see that a people without pity leads to a wilderness of tigers that can never find peace.  And that bears directly on the horrors confronting us in the world right now.

We are left to ask with the brother of Titus:

O, why should nature build so foul a den

Unless the gods delight in tragedies?

That was the question in King Lear, and what we askafter any act of mass murder.

In that play, the lament was that the gods treat us like wanton boys treat flies.  The passage in Titus that stays with me is:

MARCUS
 Alas, my lord, I have but killed a fly.
TITUS 
But? How if that fly had a father and mother?
 How would he hang his slender gilded wings
 And buzz lamenting doings in the air!
 Poor harmless fly,
 That, with his pretty buzzing melody,
Came here to make us merry! And thou hast killed him.

The Sacred and the Scared

One reason that some voted against the Voice was that the constitution was so important that changing it was like marriage.  It should not be entered into lightly or ill advisedly.  It was like the Ark of the Covenant.  Or, if that was too ethereal or presumptuous, Americans venerated their constitution, and so should we.

In the result, one of the worst suggestions I heard was that it may be in order to legislate for a voice, but not to change the constitution for it.  It is hard to imagine anything more insulting to the First Nations.

The whole of that state of mind looks to me to be misplaced.

Let us consider three different constitutions.  Two grew out of the first.

The English version is not contained in one document.  It arose out of and is supported by what we call the common law – together with a number of documents.  They include Magna Carta, legislation about habeas corpus, the Act of Supremacy and other statutes about the standing of the Church of England, the Declaration of Rights, the Act of Union, and the Act of Settlement. 

It is common ground among English historians that the fundamentals of the English constitution were settled in 1689 by the Declaration of Rights.  The fundamentals include what the common law – but not the Roman Law or civil law in Europe – knows as the rule of law, and the supremacy of parliament. 

What does that mean?  Parliament can alter or abolish the parts I have referred to.  Nothing is entrenched – as is the case in the U S or here.

The U S Constitution is entrenched in a union of states in one document.  Importantly, the amendments make the civil rights referred to in the Declaration of Rights part of the constitution.  They can only be altered to the extent and in the manner referred to in that document.  In the result, there is no supremacy of the legislature, the voice of the people.  To the contrary.  What we now see is the Supremacy of the Supreme Court.  And we certainly do not wish to go down that path.

Our constitution is altogether more prosaic.  It is in a schedule to an act of the Imperial Parliament that received the assent of the Queen of England and the Empress of India – after whom my state was named.  And it can only be changed by referendum. 

What does our constitution do?  It establishes the Commonwealth parliament, executive and judiciary, and allocates powers and rights between the federal and state entities.

Now, the three polities share the same broad aims of governance.  The US model has this.

We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.

This may be motherhood, but the objective is similar here, and in the UK.

But, when it comes to looking at what might be called the ‘rights’ of the people against government, the difference between the US on the one hand, and us and the UK on the other, is deeper than the Atlantic or Pacific Oceans.

One fundamental difference is that in the US, the Bill of Rights is part of the Constitution.  But, like any other part of the constitution, those rights are what the judges say they are.  That is, the relevant law is stated by the judges, not the Congress.  Sir Owen Dixon made a remark to the effect that we regard that result us undemocratic.

What ‘rights’ do Australians expect to see honoured by federal and state parliaments, governments, and judges?

They are of two kinds.  The government must not do some things.  It must not go against me except by due process of law.  It must treat me as equal to all other Australians in the eye of the law.  Noone is above the law and all are under it.  These rights have become part of our juristic dispensation by a process of accretion since 1215.  The English constitution derives from the common law.  The English concepts were unique to it and the common law.  The constitution is not so much the source, as the consequence, of rights of individuals.  As I said, the other model – Roman – was very different.

Next, government must do some things for us.  In addition to education, it must provide for our health, unemployment, and the aged.

The first may be called juristic rights.  The second are political expectations.

But you see immediately how different the U S is to us and England on each count.  The rule of law is not entrenched in the constitution here, but is subject to the supremacy of parliament.  The U S has never embraced the Welfare State.  It does not sit with their Puritan origin or capitalist dogma – both of which we find repellent.

So, it is very unlikely that our High Court, or the English Supreme Court, will give too many rulings which affect their people on the fundamental ‘rights’ referred to above.  The recent decision on excise will excite some in academe, and vex some in Treasury, but may mean less to ordinary people here than the due allocation of Grand Final tickets.

So, if you voted against amending the Constitution to allow the Voice for our First Nations on the ground that that document is so dear to us that we should not in any way flirt with its dispensations, you were I fear misled.

You had plenty of company.

Both here and in England.

Meanwhile, the disintegration of the U S proceeds apace. 

Thank Heaven we did not go down their path.

Mayhem in Yarraville – continued

Now that I have spent time living with issues arising from apartment subdivisions and common ownership, I am meeting people with similar problems. Those problems were to be expected, but that does not make them any less annoying. People on the receiving end need to seek comfort and support from others similarly placed. To that end, I set out a draft legal document that may crystallize a common area of dispute.

Betty Smith

Applicant

and

The Manager Pty Ltd

Respondent

Statement of Dispute

  1. The applicant (Smith) is the owner of a unit at 1White St, Whoop Whoop (the unit), and she has been registered as the proprietor of that unit since A/B/2022.
  2. The unit is in a subdivision (the subdivision), for which the owners corporation under the Owners Corporation Act 2006 (the act) is Body Corporate Pty Ltd (the corporation).
  3. The respondent is and was at all times material a company incorporated in Victoria (the manager), and the manager of the subdivision, within the meaning of that term in the act, pursuant to an instrument executed by the corporation and the manager on A/B/2022.
  4. X,Y and Z are and were at all times material the members of the committee of the corporation.
  5. Under and pursuant to the provisions of ss 4,5, 6 and 23 of the act, the corporation has the function and power to levy annual fees to lot owners in the subdivision.
  6. In carrying out that function or exercising that power, the corporation must act honestly and in good faith, and must exercise due care and diligence.
  7. The corporation owes such duties to the lot owners in the subdivision.  (S 10 (1) and s 11 of the act are predicated on the assumption that lot owners are members of an owners corporation.)
  8. Under and pursuant to s 117 of the act, the members of the committee must act honestly and in good faith; they must exercise due care and diligence; and they must act in the interests of the owners corporation.
  9. Under the general law and s 122 of the act, the manager must act honestly and in good faith in the performance of its functions; and it must exercise due care and diligence in the performance of those functions.  (The statutory duties are express in the act.  They also arise from the general law of agency and of fiduciary obligations owed by people who hold positions of both trust and confidence.)
  10. Further, the instrument of appointment of the manager stipulates that the manager must ‘generally implement the decisions and instructions of the Owners Corporation with respect to its duties and functions as set out in this clause.’
  11. The manager owes those duties to both the corporation and to the lot owners, including Smith.
  12. Further, or alternatively, by virtue of s 162 (c) and s 163 (1A) of the act, Smith is able to apply to VCAT on behalf of the corporation and as against the manager in order to resolve the dispute below.
  13. To the extent that the instrument of delegation of functions or powers from the corporation to the manager purports to avoid, vary, or nullify the statutory duties alleged above, it is (a) beyond the power of the grantors of the purported delegation to do so; and (b) contrary to public policy; and it is therefore void on each such ground.
  14. Smith is involved in a dispute with the corporation and the manager(the dispute.) (It is contained in or evidenced by correspondence common to the three parties from A/B/2023 and continuing.)
  15. The dispute relates to: (a) the amount of a levy alleged to be owed by Smith to the corporation in respect of a liability for a levy alleged to have been incurred by the previous owner of the unit; (b) the adequacy of the accounts kept by or on behalf of the corporation as required by s 33 of the act; and (c) the functions and obligations of the corporation and the manager in dealing with the dispute, and seeking to resolve it without litigation.
  16. On A/B/2023, Smith met with A of the committee to seek to resolve the dispute, and in the course of that meeting, Smith suggested a mode of compromise of the dispute.
  17. On the following day, the manager told both Smith and the corporation that the dispute was ‘private’ and that the corporation should not deal directly with Smith in relation to the dispute, but leave everything to it.
  18. The corporation by its committee has accepted that contention of the agent and has refused to engage in any further discussion with Smith about the dispute.
  19. On the same day, the principal of the manager informed Smith that he would instruct solicitors to prepare proceedings against Smith, presumably in the name of the corporation, in respect of the debt alleged in the course of the dispute.
  20. In order to determine whether it was in the interests of the corporation as a whole for the corporation to bring an action at law, either in a court or this tribunal, to recover the alleged debt, the corporation would by its committee have to determine the cost and benefits of such litigation, and the possible impact of that litigation and a public airing of other matters arising in the dispute. 
  21. The corporation would by its committee have to consider the possible impact of such litigation on the reputation of the subdivision as whole and the investment values of the lot owners including Smith.
  22. The corporation and the manager have different interests in dealing with a dispute such as this dispute.  While both are subject to similar obligations to lot owners, the manager is engaged to make a profit in the ordinary course of its business.  That is not so for the corporation, or the members of the committee, who are appointed on an honorary basis, and who have the necessary knowledge of the lot owners and their interests.  S 13 of the act expressly forbids an owners corporation to carry on a business. Smith also refers to s 120 (2) of the act requiring the manager to report to the committee as required by the committee.
  23. Smith contends that in order properly to discharge its obligations to lot owners, the corporation must retain control of its interests in the dispute and exhaust discussions with Smith aimed at trying to resolve the dispute.  (S 11 of the act provides that an owners corporation is to be managed  by or under the direction of the lot owners.  Smith here refers to the requirements in the act of a resolution before an owners corporation embarks on litigation and to the provisions of s 167 (1) (c) of the act requiring VCAT to consider the impact of a proposed resolution on the lot owners as a whole.  Under the general law, Smith contends that it is wrong for an agent to dictate to its principal how it should deal with its counterparty, and it is not appropriate for a committee of management of a corporation to be seen to giving such powers in a dispute to the manager.)
  24. On the grounds of those allegations, Smith contends that the manager has breached the obligations owed to her and the corporation to act in good faith and with due diligence.
  25. As a result, Smith is aggrieved and asks for the remedy below.

AND the applicant claims: an order under s 165 of the act requiring the manager to refrain from advising or instructing the corporation not to deal directly with Smith in this or any similar dispute.

AND such further remedy or relief as to VCAT seems fair.

The first angry young men?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The first angry young men?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Libel actions then and now

And the courage to accept responsibility

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, they certainly did things differently there back then.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well – how do things stand now?

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

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

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

Now for the present.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And, as Kurt Vonnegut said, so it goes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And those three issues are quintessential jury issues.

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

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

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

And the result? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Libel actions then and now

And the courage to accept responsibility

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, they certainly did things differently there back then.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well – how do things stand now?

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

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

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

Now for the present.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And, as Kurt Vonnegut said, so it goes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And those three issues are quintessential jury issues.

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

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

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

And the result? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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