Chris Dane

My mate Chris Dane died yesterday.  He was as loyal a mate as I have known.

We met at the Bar in 1971 when we were both starting out.  We appeared against each other on a couple of occasions.  I then had a hang-up about Melbourne Grammar boys, but I was prepared to make an exception for Dane because he supported Melbourne. 

During the late 1960’s, I had suffered the Demons’ pain with a mate from school who was a medical student.  Then I got into the MCC and for years I suffered alone.  In about 1975, I asked Dane if he would care to share the pain.  His first marriage had exploded badly.  He needed succour.  I used to call on him in Oban St, South Yarra, have a Scotch, and we would go and have lunch, and then go to the footy.  As often as not to say that the only mistake we made was to leave the bloody pub. 

This went on, across all the suburban grounds, then for about twenty years.  It was a very Melbourne thing, and we both loved it for that reason – of course, without saying so.  

We tailed off as his second marriage soured, the AFL spread beyond our best suburban boundaries, and TV meant that we were not getting enough at the MCG on Saturdays – after lunch at the Prince Alfred.  In the name of God, we were not dedicating our off time to the dregs of the League for the sake of it.  Lunch and later was very much a boys’ thing.  This was our time.

For four or five years around 2010, I shared chambers with Dane.  He was still in full practice in crime.  Serious crime.  Dane had an earned reputation for being fearless. 

I made guest appearances in chambers.  On one occasion I was seeing one of my Anglican priest clients.  Dane bowled in.  I introduced my bloke and said that Dane had acted for more serious crooks than most people had had hot dinners.  Dane puffed himself up to his full height and announced that he was acting for Her Majesty the Queen.  I was very glad to hear that, because Dane, like all of us, had his flaws.  One of them was a ferocious ability to bite back at people in authority who got in his way and who he thought were not up to it.  People who become partisans of their side of the register to that extent cease to be professional, and I think Dane had got it right by the end.

On another occasion, I had taken into chambers a .22 rifle in a very respectable gun bag.  After lunch, I called in to collect it.  Dane was there with a guy with the hallmarks of serious crime.  Without missing a beat:

Don’t worry.  He’s only called in to pick up his gun.

[Crim.]  Really!   [To me.] What sort of gun is it?

Possibly not your go, Sport.  Small bore.22 that would hardly stop a bunny.

In about 1987, I was hearing tax cases.  For light relief, I used to get some cases of SP bookies being charged with stamp duty on their takings.  It was a relief from tricky issues of equity or tax that could end up in the High Court.  I was walking up William St one night.  I heard a voice from the other side of the road.  It was Dane.  ‘Comrade.  I am appearing before you tomorrow.  I’m for the bookie.’  Two seconds later.  ‘And that’s not an admission.’  I laughed out loud.  Next morning, something like the following colloquy took place.

I just want to understand your case.

Certainly.

You had run the pub for 16 years.

Yes.

And on only one night were you holding money for bets on the races.

Quite correct.

And that happened to be the night the wallopers arrived.

Exactly!

Sadly…

The guy I saw most Melbourne games with after Dane was Ross Milne-Pott.  The same pattern – plain misery after a good lunch at the beer garden at the Prince Alfred. 

But the three of us were there together on that ensainted day at the Western Oval in 1987, when we got up to get into our first finals since 1964 – and we cried like children on the train until we cried into our beer at Young and Jackson’s.

Sportsman – you were as loyal a mate as I have known – and in this whole vast universe, personal loyalty is what counts.  It was given to you and me to climb that last mighty mountain before we leave, and I am so glad for you. 

I will say farewell with an anecdote that you would like.  Ross and I could not handle the stress of watching the first two finals live.  Sheer cowardice.  We huddled in corners in our own homes emailing each other while getting one or two from you. 

And then I got one from you.

It may be safe for you to turn the TV on now.  They are ten goals up in the last quarter.

Passing Bull 296 – Oddness in court and off the court

Some curious things are coming out of U S courts. 

The lawyers for Ghislaine Maxwell say that the prosecution sought to make her a ‘scapegoat.’  That is the fallacy of Socrates in his ‘defence’ in Plato’s Apology.  To impugn the motive of the prosecutor is not to provide a defence to the charge.

The lawyers for Prince Andrew say that the lady suing him is seeking a ‘pay day.’  That is one way of describing an action for damages.  For which the late Mr Epstein provided a handsome floor.

They also say that the prince is entitled to the benefit of an agreement – the release of Epstein – to which the prince was not a party.  This is, to put it softly, tricky.  About a quarter of a century ago, I tried to draw releases to corporations by having the corporation expressly enter into the agreement as agent for a class of people who might be subject to a similar claim.  When you are preparing a release for a serial pervert, with a criminal record, the possibility of an English prince being sued for a similar claim is not one that would gallop to the forefront of the mind of most legal draftsmen.  Especially if the prince is married – although marriage, like divorce, is no longer so significant in that family.

And there was oddness off the court.  The press is full of the news of the Balkan Superman now in custody.  But they don’t tell us which was the law firm that gave him advice on a very fraught and consequential part of our law.  Or do you suppose that the ignorance of Superman and his overpaid management team is matched by their arrogance – and that he did not get any qualified legal advice at all?  If so, his attitude to medicine is matched now by his attitude to the law – spellbinding stupidity and selfishness, so that now this low flying bludger deserves everything that I hope he gets.

What we do know is that he wanted to come here in defiance of our laws and wishes – and then boasted to the world that he had the wealth and power to achieve just such a result.  It is hard to imagine any twerp offering a more brazen slap in the face to a whole nation than that.

As I remarked to the nice Serbian lady who looks after me at the IGA Deli, ‘Keep a low profile, Dear.  This clown is doing nothing for you Serbs.’  She understood, but the usual suspects don’t.

We get this inane chatter about ‘segregation’.  People who have Covid should be kept away from those who don’t; so should people who are more likely to have caught it.  You don’t change that by substituting ‘segregate’ for ‘separate.’ 

Then someone said we invaded his privacy.  Let us put to one side his public trumpeting, and the difficulty of staying private when acting in public and your whole immense fortune comes from your doing just that, my privacy will be shattered if my name appears in the death notices, because of an infection by a stupid, selfish ratbag like this man. 

Then some clown with a flag at the vigil said this was ‘racism’.  Really.  Other people held in that of detention are – to our disgrace – victims of racism, but not this filthy rich white man.

Now for the good news about sport.  Usman Khawaja is man of colour and the Muslim faith.  His parents migrated here from Pakistan for a better life.  Yesterday he completed a majestic century against England.  There are few moments as big as that in our sport.  The Melbourne crowd were terrific with Boland.  The Sydney crowd were just as good, if not better, with Khawaja.  It is a moment of high drama and faith to see a man like that celebrate his century – with his wife standing up in the stand holding up their baby.  They are the things we live by and for.

Uzzie gave us the best repudiation of that crass and twisted tennis twerp.  It may be just a matter of time before our Prime Minister puts his oar in again, and say that this was the Australian way.

Who put my man i’ th’ stocks?

The return of the Law of Suspects

(This note follows one which looked at a call by some that Michael Vaughan be stood down.  That note began as follows.

The Age today has an article by Osman Faruqi, who it describes as ‘a Pakistani born Australian journalist.’  Mr Faruqi says there is ‘a cloud hanging over this series that few in Australian cricket seemingly wanted to acknowledge, let alone discuss.’ 

The cloud consists of allegations of ‘racism’ against Michael Vaughan, a former English captain, and current commentator.  The only allegation that Mr Faruqi mentions is that Mr Vaughan is alleged to have said to a group of Asian cricketers ‘Too many of you lot, we need to do something about it.’   Mr Vaughan denies making saying that.  (If it matters, I believe him.  I hold Mr Vaughan in high regard.) 

English media organisations have apparently dropped Mr Vaughan as a commentator.  Mr Faruqi says Fox Sports should do the same here.)

King Lear had foolishly divided his kingdom between two evil daughters, and one of them had caused one of his companions to be put in the stocks for insolence.  The stocks or pillories were wooden devices with holes for head and hands ‘in which offenders were formerly imprisoned and exposed to public abuse’ (Compact OED).  It was a brutal form of public degradation made for the taste of vindictive people in cruel times.  So, King Lear put the question stated at the head of this note.  He was suffering an affront to his prior majesty that one of his daughters could do this to a man under his protection.  He said that it was worse than murder to ‘do upon respect such violent outrage.’  And he immediately sensed for the first time the onset of his madness.

In the 1930’s, a Russian princess sued MGM for libel.  She alleged that a movie imputed that she had been raped by Rasputin.  A typical libel says that the plaintiff has done something wrong so that others should think less of the plaintiff.  But it might also come from an allegation that causes people to ‘shun and avoid’ the plaintiff.   A judge and jury found against the film producer on this basis.  Whether that would happen in Melbourne now is at best doubtful, but a suggestion in 2021 that a man had tested positive for Covid could be as dangerous as a suggestion in 1981 that he had tested positive for HIV. 

And we are reminded that under the old law, you could sue for a merely oral form of publication if it imputed toyou a disease which would ostracise you from society.  Indeed, you could be prosecuted for criminal libel if you attacked someone with enough acid to provoke a breach of the peace.  And truth then was no defence.  As the old text (Hudson on Star Chamber) remarked, ‘it is not the matter, but the manner, which is punishable: for libelling against a common strumpet is as great an offence as against an honest woman, and perhaps more dangerous to the breach of the peace: for as the woman said she would never grieve to have been told of her red nose if she had not one indeed, neither is it a ground to examine the truth or falsehood of the libel’.   (Protecting the peace from violence in response to abuse is now the task of police and summary offences legislation about offensive or insulting conduct.)

In the middle ages – say about 1215 – a criminal taken in the act was without more an outlaw – outside the protection of the law.  He was not entitled to any ‘law’.  What had to be proved was not that he had been guilty of murder, but that he was taken red-handed ‘by hue and cry’.  As F W Maitland mordantly remarked, ‘our records seem to show that the kind of justice which the criminal of old times had most to dread was the kind which we now associate with the name of Mr Lynch.’  And we need not here pause to inquire whether that old law survived in law the guarantee of due process in Magna Carta.  It’s pounds to peanuts that it did survive for some time as a matter of fact.

So, our primitive law allowed people to be punished by being forced into the stocks and subjected to public abuse – a kind of verbal stoning.  Since 1689, an attempt by any body except parliament to impose such a penalty would be declared unlawful as a ‘cruel and unusual punishment’ in contravention of our Bill of Rights.  And the law recognises that you can suffer hurt and damage to your reputation by a publication that does not say that you did anything wrong , but merely that there is something about you that people should steer clear of.  The law could therefore be invoked to guard against ostracism.  And centuries have gone by since a miscreant could be taken and dealt with, if necessary by execution, without trial or any process at all.

So, some ways of dealing with conduct against the community have been preserved.  Some have not.  A lynching involves killing the suspect.  That is one difference between a lynching and the dismissal from office that some seek for Michael Vaughan in response to an allegation, that he denies, of racism.  If you can think of any other difference, could you be so kind as to let me know?

It is fundamental to our constitution, and our way of life, and it has been since 1215, that no one should be punished except under the law and in accordance with process.  People who seek to avoid or diminish that fundamental right really attack us where we live.  And although some may not see it, there is a strong thread of humanity – or humaneness – in our common law. 

This is rarely articulated.  Perhaps it cannot be.  But it can I think go back to a sense of an inherent worth or dignity in each of us that derives from the mere fact that we are human.  And I think this is so for a body of people most of whom have never read a word of Kant.  This is because the common law eschews theory, much less philosophy.  It just asks if something works – and if it is fair.  And we have a reasoned suspicion of any form of power over people because we know that such power corrupts.

So, we get the notion that if there is doubt, the accused should get the benefit of it.  And we would prefer guilty people to go free rather than jail innocent people.  (And thank God we did not hang Lindy Chamberlin.) 

Even in civil cases, an unspoken leaning might surface at about two o’clock in the morning, as the judge wrestles with the law and her conscience or humanity – ‘Well, bugger it – if someone has to suffer, let it be the side who can best bear it.’  That premise is never articulated, but it is normally there – and those judges who stifle it become known.  (This was given eloquent expression to me many years ago by a decent war horse named Les Ross: ‘I have just been appearing before a snake on a rock.’  Who had ginger hair.)  

The case was stated with what I might call Dominican subtlety by Lord Devlin (whose star has now been so sadly burnished), when discussing that great triumph of our law, the jury:

Trial by jury is a unique institution, devised deliberately or accidentally – that is, its origin is accidental and its retention is deliberate – to enable justice to go beyond that point [the furthest point to which the law can be stretched ]…The fact that juries pay regard to considerations which the law requires them to ignore is generally accepted…It is, for example, generally accepted that a jury will tend to favour a poor man against a rich man: that must be because at the bottom of the communal sense of justice there is a feeling that rich man can afford to be less indifferent to the misfortunes of others than a poor man can be.

As it happens, these predilections of our law sit well with us here in Australia.  We distrust theory and we reject ideology outright.   No one I know takes seriously the wafty outbursts of people like the Institute of Public Affairs or those who chase the illusory Golden Fleece called ‘Western Civilisation’.  They are just little children who stoutly refuse to grow up, and who amuse themselves with wordy but quite useless board games.  They putter about like Eskimos in their sequestered igloos, while real life goes on in the Savannah, or what Churchill called the broad sunlit uplands.  They prattle on in their own special dialect – call it Poodle-Dum.  They are truly privileged.  And groomed and manicured to the hilt.  They do not have to do anything.  They merely comment on what others do.  Power without responsibility is what used to be called the privilege of the harlot through the ages.  These think tanks could have sent Plato clean out of his mind.

There is an engaging ongoing intercity derby – who can be the most banal – the Institute of Public Affairs or the Menzies Research outfit?  Each is fronted by a world-class champion bullshit-artist, the quintessence of banality.  There are moments of hilarity.  Their cadres bang on endlessly about elites – as if excellence were to be avoided.  But the IPA is fronted by the noblesse of the Melbourne club and one of the richest people in Australia.  In a way, they resemble the aristocrats who laughed so loudly at The Marriage of Figaro – and then saw themselves humourless at the base of the scaffoldWe just have to hope that our children and theirs see the joke on what Gina leaves to us on this blasted planet.

And when it comes to a dispute with management, the natural reaction of Australians is to line up against management.  Indeed, that inclination is nigh on mandatory if you are talking about sport or government.

All these traits of ours are I think well enough known.  What is sadly less well known is the danger inherent in those who would see a man deprived of rights merely because of suspicion – as happened in France with the Law of Suspects in 1793.  That period is known as the Terror.  If is from there that we date the use of the term ‘terrorist’.  Government by terror became the order of the day.  The rights of an innocent individual had to give way to the interests of the State.  That is precisely the modus operandi of those regimes that we least respect (to use a phrase of Sir Owen Dixon).  It is a point-blank denial of the rule of law that we have sat under since 1215.

But that looks to me to be just what people are seeking in the case of Michael Vaughan.  ‘Terribly sorry, old boy – but you will just have to take a hit for the team.’  Except that here the ‘team’ is that ghastly construct, the State. 

This does remind me of a story told by Luke Hodge, who had become one of the most highly respected captains in the Australian Football League.  Hodge had been frisky early in his career, and his coach, the rightly revered Alistair Clarkson, came down heavily on him. ‘You will think you have been dealt with unfairly – and you may well be right.  But there are other interests in play.’ 

That is fine – in a footy club.  Its reasoning there is impeccable; but in affairs of state, it is verboten.  The notion of conduct ‘prejudicial to the interests or reputation of’ a body is OK where people are free to contract in or out – and who get paid enough to warrant some check on their baser instincts – or in a uniformed service that has an interest in preserving a decent public image – but it does not hold for you and me and our government. 

This is serious.  We must not pussyfoot about it.  In Darkness at Noon, Arthur Koestler introduced us to ‘The Grammatical Fiction’.  There is no such thing as ‘I’.  One protagonist put this note in his diary:

We have thrown overboard all conventions; our sole guiding principle is that of consequent logica; we are sailing without ethical ballast.

It comes as a shock to recall that millions of people in both Russia and China look back on mass murders of many millions with mixed feelings.  We are now told that many Americans have mixed views on the insurrection at the Capitol of 6 January 2021.

The defiance of the rights of the individual was again evident in the way Cricket Australia threw Tim Paine straight overboard.  Leaving us to read press reports of concern for the mental health of both him and his wife.  And people call for footballers to be dropped if they face allegations of sexual offences.  Even though our bloated criminal justice system may take years – before finding that the case had failed. 

This is not just the loss of livelihood.  We are speaking of wrecking a life and a person’s standing among us.  And don’t speak to me of someone taking a hit for the team.  We are talking of voracious trading corporations – like Cricket Australia or the Australian Football League – whose care for the people they trade on resembles that given to Russian serfs by the boyars circa 1812.  They just look after themselves and their bottom line. 

In twenty years acting for Anglican priests pursued by their own superiors, I saw just this response from a neurotic and selfish hierarchy who threw their accused out of sight and out of mind in a fevered defence of their face and their brand. 

At least since 2016, and the advent of Trump, we have had to contend with people who choose their own reality over that lived in by the rest of us.  We see it just as frighteningly now with warped minds prattling about ‘freedom’ when matters of life and death are at hand. 

It is worth recalling some insights from the luminous mind of Hannah Arendt (in The Origins of Totalitarianism, 1975).

The attraction of evil and crime for the mob mentality is nothing new.  It has always been true that that the mob will greet ‘deeds of violence with admiring remark: it may be mean but it is very clever.’  The disturbing factor in the success of totalitarianism is rather the true selflessness of its adherents…The temporary alliance between the elite and the mob rested largely on this genuine delight with which the former watched the latter destroy respectability…The object of the most varied and variable constructions was always to reveal official history as a joke, to demonstrate a sphere of secret influences of which the visible, traceable and known historical reality was only the outward façade erected explicitly to fool people…the difference between truth and falsehood may cease to be objective and become a mere matter of power and cleverness, of pressure and infinite repetition.

Well, all that related to the evillest people in history – but it is shocking to see how well it describes the U S in 2022.

Yes, but what has it to do with the campaign to discredit and unseat Michael Vaughan?  Just this –the decline in the place of truth in our lives leaves us so much worse off.  As does the decline in common sense and common decency.

Let me take one example from The Weekend Australian of 1-2 January, 2022.  James Allan is apparently Garrick Professor of Law at the University of Queensland.  His piece is headed: The dangerous path towards segregation and despotism.  It is full of the tropes of bloated ideology that we get here on weekends.  Two extracts will be enough.

Yet Covid-19 comes nowhere near the level of lethality needed to justify what amounts to a huge inroad into the basic standards of a functioning liberal democracy…If you are over 80, or obese, or have a number of comorbities, then look out.

My own bias is that I am squarely within the high-risk area that the professor identifies.  The virus could have me for breakfast.  But I am apparently expendable – in the interests of ‘freedom’ for Jimmy, Clive, Craig, Pauline and their mates. 

And the professor does not stay to mention what he understands by the word ‘lethality’, the criteria for assessing it, or the capacity of a lawyer to identify and apply those criteria.  When the consequences may be fatal.  Such is life in the likes of Fox News in the U S, and the front office for those spent political parties that they seek to protect.  One for lucre; the other to hand it out to keep the better people and the evangelicals in power.

You might wonder how a professor of law might view a GP who challenged him on the juristic basis of his chosen area of specialisation in the law.  Or perhaps we might ask about the wisdom of a plumber electing to act for himself in a murder trial, based on what he had learned about advocacy from a DIY book on how to become a successful vacuum cleaner salesman.

You might also wonder about that part of our law that says that we should take care not to hurt our neighbour.  And I wonder why I should now be reluctant to go the pub or the movies in case I have the bad luck to get near and infected by some poor deluded soul who has been badly afflicted by the noxious tripe peddled by people with the mentality and morals of Clive Palmer or Craig Kelly – in the hilariously labelled United Australia Party.

We now have to live with two sorts of failure in the life of our community.  One lot among us think they know better than those who clearly do.  Another lot seek more power to live as they wish than others are prepared to allow them.  Both involve people putting themselves above the rest of us.  The first are arrogant.  The second are selfish.  They commonly go together.  We have not just the return but the triumph of ‘I’.

Which brings me back to the failure to articulate the premises of logic in Mr Faruqi’s campaign against Michael Vaughan.  What precisely is the kind of ‘racism’ alleged?  What is the evidence of what was said and to whom and in what context?   What meanings might the alleged words have conveyed, and on what ground is it alleged that that meaning comes within what form of proscribed ‘racism’? 

There is nothing subtle about this – whether you call it natural justice, due process, or procedural fairness.  Or common sense – or just manners.

I remarked in another context that if someone alleged that you were ‘corrupt’, and you sued for libel, the court may well order you to say what form of corruption that you say is being alleged against you.  What do you say was the ‘corrupt’ conduct imputed to you?  The court would do this as a matter of fairness.  Someone being sued has a right to be told of the case that they have to meet – if the publisher wants to allege truth as a defence, what evidence must the publisher adduce for that purpose? 

May I repeat – we are not here speaking just of logic, but also of fairness – or common decency.  There is too much in the smearing of Michael Vaughan that recalls the dark workings of Senator McCarthy.  Or the latterday machinations of parts of the press.

They are the main grounds on which I maintain that the attack on Michael Vaughan is misconceived and without merit.  But that attack does evidence a very worrying trend in the decline of logic, truth and courtesy in our public life.  

At the height of the Terror in France, the presumption of innocence was as good as reversed.  Robespierre said: ‘Whosoever trembles at this moment is also guilty.’  He also subscribed to ‘trial by conscience’ – an intuitive decision rather than a reasonable one; the accused could be convicted for attitude as well as actions.  In another speech, Robespierre gave us all the essence of paranoia – ‘Look about you.  Share my fear, and consider how all now wear the same mask of patriotism.’  The good looked just the same as the bad.  

Now, we are nowhere near that level of moral collapse, and it would be silly to say that we were.  But I agree with King Lear – and he was not mad when he said this.  Violent outrage is being done upon respect.  There is far too much of it going on, and at least some of those guilty of this form of outrage should know better.

Passing Bull 295 – Under a cloud

The cloud consists of allegations of ‘racism’ against Michael Vaughan, a former English captain, and current commentator. The only allegation that Mr Faruqi mentions is that Mr Vaughan is alleged to have said to a group of Asian cricketers ‘Too many of you lot, we need to do something about it.’   Mr Vaughan denies making saying that.  (If it matters, I believe him.  I hold Mr Vaughan in high regard.) 

The Age today has an article by Osman Faruqi, who it describes as a Pakistani born Australian journalist.’  Mr Faruqi says there is ‘a cloud hanging over this series that few in Australian cricket seemingly wanted to acknowledge, let alone discuss.’ 

English media organisations have apparently dropped Mr Vaughan as a commentator.  Mr Faruqi says Fox Sports should do the same here.

Mr Faruqi does not say which form of the very plastic term ‘racism’ he invokes against Mr Vaughan.  We cannot then judge – if we are into giving judgment – whether it would apply to his remark that ‘as a Pakistani-Australian cricket tragic, I absolutely love to see England lose.’  I can imagine people having very different views on that issue.  Or in the belief that English soccer is bedevilled by its overt reliance on too many imported players of colour.

But they are mere debating points.  What Mr Faruqi is saying is that Mr Vaughan should be dealt by a third party adversely to his interests and good standing among us because first, someone has made an allegation against him that he denies and, secondly, that other third parties in England have chosen to do so (albeit on grounds that we have not seen described). 

If we here were to follow that policy, we would be going back to the Law of Suspects implemented in France during the great Terror in 1793.  You could be deprived of your rights if someone made an allegation against you that you had conducted yourself in a way that was seen to be against the interests of the current regime.  Mere suspicion was enough to put you down.

That is a shocking suggestion.  It is the logical equivalent of saying that if there is a cloud above your head, we can say that you are standing in the rain.

And it does not get any better because it comes from a person who – it is transcendentally clear – is not a disinterested observer.

The Age should know better.  Indeed, it is dangerously close to standing under a cloud.

Passing Bull 294 –Religion?

The Commonwealth, or at least the Prime Minister, feels the need to make a law about religion.  He has introduced a Religious Discrimination Bill.  I will take the government’s statements at face value.  To put it softly, there are plenty who don’t.  For reasons I will come to, my reading of the Bill hardly got past the definition section.

A lot of people argued that the Racial Discrimination Act goes too far in outlawing statements said to constitute racial discrimination.  The question for them is: What is it that the law forbids you to do today that you wish to be free to do tomorrow? 

A different question arises under this new law.  What are people free to do to you today which you would have the law forbid them from doing tomorrow? 

No one has ever suggested to me a plausible answer to either question.

But before we get to that, there is a prior question.  What is this law about?  If the Commonwealth wants to make a law about companies or race, it will say what it means by those words.  This bill does not define religion.  That is extraordinary – to put it at its lowest. 

What may or may not be classed as ‘religion’ is politically charged, as charged as the issue of state aid or tax relief to ‘religious’ schools.  Someone claiming to make a law about that might at least say what they mean – rather than leaving it to others to do so.  As people say now, that is kicking the can down the road – to people who have not been elected to make laws.

While I was President of the Tax Division of the Victorian AAT in 1987, I had to decide whether The Free Daist Communion of Australia Ltd was a body associated for religious purposes.  (Reported at (1987) 2 VAR 133.)  A man called Da Free John started The Dawn Horse Communion and The Laughing Man Institute.  The Crown did not allege fraud or a sham, but there was tension in our community because in 1983, the High Court had held that scientology was a religion – when most Australians thought that it was as fake as it was dishonest. 

In view of the position of the Crown, I thought I had to hold that this body was religious.  (And I think that was the only decision in 18 years adverse to the Crown that was not appealed.)

As I saw it, the two main criteria were belief in the supernatural – that bears on the conduct of the faithful.  Counsel for the Crown, Joseph Santamaria, a friend of mine, later that said my reasoning was: all religion is bull; this outfit is full of bull; therefore it is religious.  No, Joseph – but I did say that you do not disqualify a body from being religious merely by showing that it sounds stupid or fake.  Or evil.

‘Truth’ is not a criterion of faith.  And I am not aware of any scriptural foundation of a faith that does not contain some matter of division or hate, or some other threat to the common weal.  Ultimately people of faith are driven to the position that religious faith is unfounded – except for theirs.

The breadth of tolerance from the High Court troubled many people.  And it comes with a heavy price.  We are expressly warned that charlatanism is ‘a necessary price of religious freedom.’

Well, it is a matter for Catholics, Jews, Muslims and others whether they want to be put in the same box as the Church of Scientology.  The question is whether they will be joined by Muslims espousing the adoption of Sharia Law, or practitioners of Voodoo, or those justifying the cleansing of Rohingyas, or a principled spiritual opposition to vaccination.  Or the KKK.  And the first to attempt that answer – which is fraught and tricky – must be the parliament.

May an aged lapsed Protestant offer one comment?  I do not profess the faith, but my life has been shaped by the life and teaching of Jesus of Nazareth.  I am revolted that the loudest noise to support this new law comes from people who profess to lobby – that is their ghastly political phrase – for those who follow that faith, while supporting an apostle of hate, who is the brainwashed victim of a cruel cult that ought to have no place among us.

I will request my federal MP to oppose this bill until government comes clean about its purposes.  I am sick of government pussyfooting about and treating me as if I had come down in the last shower.  The effrontery of this government is boundless.  And we must urgently review any tax relief to those who threaten us with Hell.  They are outrageous.

Passing Bull 294 –Religion?

The Commonwealth, or at least the Prime Minister, feels the need to make a law about religion.  He has introduced a Religious Discrimination Bill.  I will take the government’s statements at face value.  To put it softly, there are plenty who don’t.  For reasons I will come to, my reading of the Bill hardly got past the definition section.

A lot of people argued that the Racial Discrimination Act goes too far in outlawing statements said to constitute racial discrimination.  The question for them is: What is it that the law forbids you to do today that you wish to be free to do tomorrow? 

A different question arises under this new law.  What are people free to do to you today which you would have the law forbid them from doing tomorrow? 

No one has ever suggested to me a plausible answer to either question.

But before we get to that, there is a prior question.  What is this law about?  If the Commonwealth wants to make a law about companies or race, it will say what it means by those words.  This bill does not define religion.  That is extraordinary – to put it at its lowest. 

What may or may not be classed as ‘religion’ is politically charged, as charged as the issue of state aid or tax relief to ‘religious’ schools.  Someone claiming to make a law about that might at least say what they mean – rather than leaving it to others to do so.  As people say now, that is kicking the can down the road – to people who have not been elected to make laws.

While I was President of the Tax Division of the Victorian AAT in 1987, I had to decide whether The Free Daist Communion of Australia Ltd was a body associated for religious purposes.  (Reported at (1987) 2 VAR 133.)  A man called Da Free John started The Dawn Horse Communion and The Laughing Man Institute.  The Crown did not allege fraud or a sham, but there was tension in our community because in 1983, the High Court had held that scientology was a religion – when most Australians thought that it was as fake as it was dishonest. 

In view of the position of the Crown, I thought I had to hold that this body was religious.  (And I think that was the only decision in 18 years adverse to the Crown that was not appealed.)

As I saw it, the two main criteria were belief in the supernatural – that bears on the conduct of the faithful.  Counsel for the Crown, Joseph Santamaria, a friend of mine, later that said my reasoning was: all religion is bull; this outfit is full of bull; therefore it is religious.  No, Joseph – but I did say that you do not disqualify a body from being religious merely by showing that it sounds stupid or fake.  Or evil.

‘Truth’ is not a criterion of faith.  And I am not aware of any scriptural foundation of a faith that does not contain some matter of division or hate, or some other threat to the common weal.  Ultimately people of faith are driven to the position that religious faith is unfounded – except for theirs.

The breadth of tolerance from the High Court troubled many people.  And it comes with a heavy price.  We are expressly warned that charlatanism is ‘a necessary price of religious freedom.’

Well, it is a matter for Catholics, Jews, Muslims and others whether they want to be put in the same box as the Church of Scientology.  The question is whether they will be joined by Muslims espousing the adoption of Sharia Law, or practitioners of Voodoo, or those justifying the cleansing of Rohingyas, or a principled spiritual opposition to vaccination.  Or the KKK.  And the first to attempt that answer – which is fraught and tricky – must be the parliament.

May an aged lapsed Protestant offer one comment?  I do not profess the faith, but my life has been shaped by the life and teaching of Jesus of Nazareth.  I am revolted that the loudest noise to support this new law comes from people who profess to lobby – that is their ghastly political phrase – for those who follow that faith, while supporting an apostle of hate, who is the brainwashed victim of a cruel cult that ought to have no place among us.

I will request my federal MP to oppose this bill until government comes clean about its purposes.  I am sick of government pussyfooting about and treating me as if I had come down in the last shower.  The effrontery of this government is boundless.  And we must urgently review any tax relief to those who threaten us with Hell.  They are outrageous.

Religion – Cults – Morrison – ACL

Passing Bull 293 – Anonymous letters

ASIC has behaved badly enough to get me to send it the letter set out below.  ASIC is the body charged with seeing that companies act responsibly in doing business – although if you put it as starkly as that to someone in authority there, you might induce a serious nervous breakdown.  You would certainly be exposed to a nervous walking back from accepting any such responsibility. 

About forty years ago, I chaired the council of a government school.  We had to formulate a mission statement.  Harmless tripe.  I suggested that the first object of the school was to teach children reading, writing and arithmetic.  Bonzer.  The staff loved it.  Until they spoke to the union.  Kerboom!  Some bastard might measure that!  (And catch us.) 

When I suggested that the staff might be responsible for seeing a policy of uniforms adopted, the message came back from Union HQ that I might be shot for treason – quietly, behind the shelter shed.  I am ashamed to say that I gave up.  But I do notice that the kids are now in uniform.  Presumably the anguish of parents on the verge of a nervous breakdown prevailed over neuroses of the union.

We the people must rise up against receiving from government threats in anonymous letters.  Like the ‘Telstra Team’.  (What colours are the jerseys of that team?)  When a bank bounced a cheque, I got a robotic note from the ‘Dishonour Team.’  Think about that.  We expect this crude rudeness from protected monopolies like banks and Telstra.  But from people in government who are there to serve us because we pay their wages and they work for us?

The trouble is that over the past two generations, both political parties, state and federal, have presided over the annihilation of an independent civil service.  We have jettisoned the Westminster model of government.  And we are paying a dreadful price.  We have to deal with robots and anonymous agents who refuse to accept responsibility.  They will not even show their faces.  And this just adds to the decline of courtesy and the fall of tolerance and restraint in our public life – and our general moral decay and loss of enjoyment in life.

This petty nastiness descended into downright madness about five years ago.  I was waiting on a cheque from the tax office (ATO) for franking credits for my super fund.  One arrived – for about the amount, $13,000 – but it was sent to me in error.  I rang the ATO.  Can you tell me where I should send it?  Yes.  In writing.  Hang on – not sure about that.  Well, I won’t send it.  Well then, we will come after you.  (They were the words.)  Well, presumably when you do, you will tell me where to send the cheque. 

This was from the ATO – who police the auditing of a superfund, and who do not want a written paper trail.  What kind of mindless, soulless fear engenders this nonsense?  Some months later, I got an apology from a nice lady at the ATO.  But only over the phone.  Not in writing.  ‘Sorry’ is not in vogue with her political masters.

If an agent of government wishes to impose an obligation on me to pay money to the government, the least I can require is that it does so over the signature of a real person with authority to accept responsibility for the lawfulness of the demand.

That is one step we can take.  We can require them to say who they are.

Another step is to involve our MPs.  God only knows how sad most people are about the performance of the major parties and the political leaders in this country now, but most of our MPs are decent people who try to do the right thing. 

Some people are scarred for life after dealing with Centrelink.  I am one of them.  My Gov and Vic Roads are equally infamous.  It is just bedlam at Fines Victoria.  These outfits have a hellish heartlessness about them.   People go into them and are never seen again – sane.  A few years ago, I applied to Centrelink for a Commonwealth Health Card.  There is one issue.  Did my income exceed $X?  After three visits to Castlemaine and three to Bendigo, all up about twenty hours of insulting inanity, I told my federal MP that I was not complaining – yet.  A card turned up in the mail 48 hours later.  No letter – just the card. 

For about sixteen years presiding over a state tax tribunal, I may be said to have held the keys to the State Exchequer – how is some Muslim migrant, distant aboriginal, or fading widow expected to cope with these anonymous robots and clones?  The obvious answer is that they are not, and that the Leviathan will crush enough blood and money out of them to maintain a steady cash flow to the Exchequer. 

That is not the way our governments should work.  That is the Russian or the Chinese model.

At some point we must ask – how did we manage to sell ourselves so short – and give away our heritage?  I know something of the history of that heritage.  It goes back one millennium, but it can be lost in one generation.  Just look at the attack on the Capitol in Washington earlier this year and the idiocy of those MPs being seen with mindless cowards and thugs in Melbourne the other day.  Over 900 years, our constitutional history has so often boiled down just to this: how and when can government ask us for money?

Victorians of the world unite.  You have nothing to lose but your chains!

Letter to ASIC

Margaret Boothman,

Senior Manager Registry Services,

ASIC

Locked Bag 5000

Gippsland Mail Centre, 3841.

Dear Madam

Phaedo ACN 120 213 229; Account 22 120213229

I have your letter of 10 November. 

In my letter of 20 October – see below – I advised of a change of address and I said that ASIC should be ashamed of itself for demanding money by menaces.

In your letter, you now say I need fill in a form for my change of address and you appear to contend that the penalties are still owing.  At least you do not say the contrary.

The fee was not for any form of service.  It is a fee – or tax.  On my small super fund which will I hope keep me off a pension.  Although I have paid more than enough in tax over fifty years.

Although your signature appears under the letter, it must surely have come from a robot.

What is the Commonwealth of Australia saying to a taxpayer who pays your wages?

Are you saying that although I have notified you of my change of address, that I must now jump the counter and do your filing for you?  That I should volunteer my time as a civil servant?

Are you saying that a delay of two months and five days in paying a fee of $55 warrants the imposition of a penalty of more than five times that amount?  During a time of national pandemic and emergency when no-one could rely on the post?

Do you agree that if a business that ASIC watches over sought to act in that predatory fashion, it would be the job of ASIC to run the mongrels out of town – Pronto, Tonto?

Yours truly,

Geoffrey Gibson,

Prior letter

Dear ASIC

Phaedo ACN 120 213 229; Account 22 120213229

A robot has sent my super fund a bill for S399 – a fee of $55 plus penalties.  I have paid the $55.  You should be ashamed of yourselves for letting a robot demand money with menaces.

I would be glad if a human being could acknowledge the change of address to that below.

Yours truly

MY SECOND TOP SHELF 34

Extracts from Volume II of My Top Shelf

JEFFREY SMART

Peter Quartermaine

Gryphon Books Pty Ltd; 1983; bound in white boards with slip case added later; illustrated in colour with many paintings tipped in.

Jeffrey Smart has something in common with Louis Armstrong.  He has his very own style and it is instantly recognisable.  Not many artists achieve that distinction.  But Smart is different to Nolan, Boyd, and Williams.  They taught us how to see and come to terms with the bush.  Smart taught us how to see and come to terms with the city.  In something of a manifesto, he said in 1968:

I find myself moved by man in his new violent environment.  I want to paint this explicitly and beautifully.

Some styles become outmoded for the artist’s message.  (If he has a message.)  But how would Bonnard paint a Hilton Hotel bathroom?  How wrong a jet plane or a modern motor car looks painted impressionistically!

A man is logical on horse-back: but in a satellite, surreal.  Only very recently have artists again started to comment on their real surroundings……

Security?  The bomb?  How much more insecure Fra Angelico must have felt riding to Orvieto with the threat of outlaws, robbers, and the plague.

Smart was born into a comfortable part of Adelaide in 1921.  He was obsessed with drawing as a child and the technique that he acquired would always be central to his painting.  While serving in a number of jobs, including the part of Phidias on The Argonauts on the ABC, he acquired a full education in art, most noticeably from an Adelaide lady called Dorrit Black.

She began with the geometric method for establishing the Golden Mean….This was a positive eye opener, and she linked it with compositions by Poussin, Tintoretto, Veronese, da Vinci and so on.  And it all related so clearly to Braque, Léger, and above all to Cézanne.

We see immediately how important this teaching was to the structures in Smart’s mature paintings.  He was very taken with the light and sense of place in Piero della Francesca, but Cézanne would remain his champion. 

Like many Australian artists back then, he really got going in trips to Europe.  He studied with Léger for a while in Paris, and his early work shows some influence of de Chirico.  Smart said of him: ‘There is an element of the naïve in him, his perspective distorted without a care in the world while Cézanne agonized over the same thing.’  Smart would later say that his later paintings are better than his earlier ones partly because until he was forty-one he was working at other things to earn a living.  Someone said that post-modernism was like playing tennis with the net down.  That could never be said about Jeffrey Smart.  He had a life-long commitment to the high technique derived from the masters over the ages.

Peter Quartemaine says:

When a painting is ‘right’ it has for Smart a stillness, that quality he so admires in artists as diverse as Balthus, Poussin, Mondrian, Braque and Ben Nicholson.  He himself turns to T S Eliot for the best expression of what this stillness means in the work of art, a passage from Burnt Norton which he feels hints at the greater accessibility of the visual arts as vehicles of meditation compared with music or literature.  ‘At least, we do abolish time.’

…….Only by the form, the pattern

Can words or music reach

The stillness, as a Chinese jar still

Moves perpetually in its stillness.

Smart recalls in this connection reading a critical account of a Cézanne landscape as ‘nature in arrested movement’, where the critic assumed that the stillness came from the peacefulness of the original scene.  He insists that in Cézanne, as with Eliot’s Chinese jar or a perfect composition such as Guernica, the stillness comes from ‘the perfection of the design alone.’…..Eliot’s mature work, especially Four Quartets which has influenced the artist profoundly, is an expression of hard-won faith in the world and in the value of artistic endeavour.

Smart would later recall that Dorrit Black spoke of ‘making a picture’ rather than ‘painting a picture.’  Léger suited his preoccupation with geometric shapes.  ‘I paint buildings a lot because they are rigid shapes…they go straight into the picture plane – they make a space, a box, where you want it.’  He said that Piero della Francesca and Cézanne had taught him how to compose.  He was engrossed by The Flagellation and the Gilles of Watteau (which is referred to in his painting Dampier III).  He surrounded himself with reminders.  One said that ‘an artist must himself be moved if he is to move others.’

Germaine Greer said:

Many observers, hypnotised perhaps by the occasional human figures isolated in a man-made environment in Jeffrey Smart’s work, have been struck by its mystery and ambiguity…..There are few artists who can provide the shock of recognition and they are all great. 

The rest, as someone said, belongs to the madness that is art.

Passing Bull 291 The Press

Does this quote from Balzac’s Lost Illusions bring anyone to mind in the Australian media?

Journalism, so far from being in the hands of a priesthood, came to be first a party weapon, and then a commercial speculation, carried on without conscience or scruple, like other commercial speculations. Every newspaper, as Blondet says, is a shop to which people come for opinions of the right shade. If there were a paper for hunchbacks, it would set forth plainly, morning and evening, in its columns, the beauty, the utility, and necessity of deformity. A newspaper is not supposed to enlighten its readers, but to supply them with congenial opinions. Give any newspaper time enough, and it will be base, hypocritical, shameless, and treacherous; the periodical press will be the death of ideas, systems, and individuals; nay, it will flourish upon their decay. It will take the credit of all creations of the brain; the harm that it does is done anonymously. We, for instance—I, Claude Vignon; you, Blondet; you, Lousteau; and you, Finot—we are all Platos, Aristides, and Catos, Plutarch’s men, in short; we are all immaculate; we may wash our hands of all iniquity. Napoleon’s sublime aphorism, suggested by his study of the Convention, ‘No one individual is responsible for a crime committed collectively,’ sums up the whole significance of a phenomenon, moral or immoral, whichever you please. However shamefully a newspaper may behave, the disgrace attaches to no one person.

Passing Bull 292 Hypocrisy of the Prime Minister

The hypocrisy of Scott Morrison defies belief.  (Have you met anyone who believes that he is fit for the job of Prime Minister?)  He wants to abolish the ABC, in conformity with the requirements of Rupert Murdoch, and he wants a government inquiry into it.  He resists proper inquiry into the manifest corruption of which his whole government smells. 

I was the risk manager of a large law firm for fifteen years, but you do not need that experience to see just how risky this man is.  He not intelligent.  He is not aware of how unintelligent he is.  And he gets that blindness from God.  He is therefore as safe as Guy Fawkes. 

My heart therefore goes out to a 75year old lady from Richmond, Lynette Payne.  Her letter to The Age today concludes ‘There will be riots in the streets if the ABC is privatised/abolished, and I will be one of the rioters.’  Atta girl, Lyn – and I will be there with you, shoulder to shoulder.  There is also a letter from Glenda McNaught of East Melbourne.  If she is the person I think she is, she knows all about preppy dopes with ideas above their station.  She catalogues the grosser failings of Mr Morrison – and then mentions the one thing he got right.  He appointed Ita Buttrose the chair of the ABC.  Hit them right where it hurts most, Ita.

Passing Bull 290 – Religious freedom

A lot of nonsense is spoken about ‘religious freedom.’  What is it that people want to be legally free to do that they are prevented from doing by the law now?  Well, some want to be free to discriminate against people of a different sexuality by firing them.  They want to do that at religious schools and they say that having to subscribe to our discrimination laws inhibits them in the practice of their religion.

Balls.

It is worth recalling what Kant said.

….the so-called religious struggles, which have so often shaken the world and spattered it with blood, have never been anything but squabbles over ecclesiastical faiths.  And the oppressed have never really complained for being hindered from adhering to their religion (for no external power can do this), but for not being allowed to practise their ecclesiastical faith in public.

(‘Ecclesiastical’ there means, I think, ‘organised body of subscribers to a faith’.)  Of course, no power on earth can stop me from praying to God.  But they may want to have something to say about how I seek to practise that religion in public – by, for example, lacerating their bodies in public, or conspiring to kill their monarch because he or she practises a form of religion that is pure heresy, or campaigning against lowering carbon emissions because it is contrary to the book of Genesis.

From then on, it is pure politics.  How much slack is the majority prepared to cut from their general laws for some believers?  I would be dead against our parliament doing that to allow private schools, which are not there to trade at a loss, to discriminate against gay people.  I say that because it is not fair to them, and because for a government to endorse this kind of exclusion is very unhealthy.  What happens when they line up Catholics, Muslims or Jews?

In about the 60’s, it was fashionable in circles that might properly be called liberal, to say that the law should stop at the bedroom door.  It is ironic that these latterday libertarians want to reverse all that.

And I certainly agree that if these schools want to be excluded from this part of the general law, they should also be excluded from the general law of charities and tax – and pay the full tariff.

And I would not be happy with anyone wanting to send a child to such a constipated outfit.

Western Civilisation – Again

A federal minister, who keeps bad company, wants us to teach history after the Japanese model – drop the dirty bits and set up a halo.  This is not surprising since this is the modus operandi of the minister’s chosen media for contemporary politics – at least as politics are practised, if that is the word, by those of the minister’s persuasion.  A mild comment on the difficulty in that case was met by a storm of dogma that was sadly identifiable.  I had thought that the argument, if that is the term, had gone the way of the flat earth – or the position of our coal mining brethren on the environment.

I set out below some remarks about civilisation and the rule of law from a book I wrote some years ago now.

Even Oxbridge has given up on calling ancient Greece and Rome ‘civilised’.  Each was based on empire and slavery.  Each treated women as doormats and each buggered their boys.  Each arrogantly regarded outsiders as barbarians.  Each practised primitive religions not yet informed of the sanctity of life or the dignity of humanity.  They could not be part of the Judaeo-Christian tradition because they both had flowered, and one had died, before Christ was born, and if they had heard of the Jews, they regarded them with contempt.  The most you could say of Athens and Rome is that they might be seen as stepping stones on the way to civilisation.  Like neolithic man.  Or the apes.

The discussion is even sillier in the context of our democracy.  We subscribe to what is called the ‘Westminster system’ – or we did before we started to dismantle it in my lifetime.  That, as the name suggests, is British.  Our constitution derives from that of Britain. 

It in turn derives from the common law and its history.  And the critical point of departure for the common law is its explicit rejection of Roman law. 

Our whole political mindset is alarmingly Anglo-Saxon.  If you want to go beyond England for the source of our laws, you go not to Athens or Rome, but to Germany.  Indeed, as a great American historian of our laws remarked, they are more German than those of Germany. 

And, by a quirk of history, our constitutional laws are more Protestant than those of Germany.  Neither England nor Australia can have a Catholic head of state; and only someone quite unbalanced would refer to a Muslim or Jew in that position.  This is a source of amusement to those who wish to change that disposition for us – and who meet bitter opposition from among those who are excluded.

Finally, may I come back to civilisation?  As indicated below, I do not think you can describe a nation as civilised if it tolerates slavery.  Almost all of the positive action to contain that evil, the very denial of civilisation, came from Britain – and from the Quakers and the Church of England.  This was their triumph, and one for which all mankind can be grateful. 

The Church of Rome was not up for that fight – for reasons its more vocal supporters may care to ponder.

‘Civilization’

The Oxford English Dictionary defines ‘civilize’ as ‘to make civil; to bring out of a state of barbarism, to instruct in the arts of life; to enlighten and refine’.  People who extol ancient Greece and Rome as ‘civilised’ obviously use the word in this final sense.  They see ‘enlightenment’ and ‘refinement’ as being enough to outweigh the barbarity of slavery or their many-godded naturalistic religions.  They see civilisation even though neither Greece nor Rome had then been blessed with the respect for the dignity of each human life that is at the foundation of the Judaeo-Christian tradition and which is elemental to our concept of ‘civilisation’.  Unlike Hamlet, the ancients had notheard the beautiful notion ‘that there is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.’

In his wonderful TV series and book, Civilisation, Kenneth Clark asked what civilisation is.  He said: ‘I don’t know.  I can’t define it in abstract terms – yet.’  He then compared a tribal African mask to a sculpture of the 4th century B C, the Apollo of the Belvedere.  He said ‘I don’t think that there is any doubt that the Apollo embodies a higher state of civilisation from the mask.’  He supported that claim in this way.

There was plenty of superstition and cruelty in the Graeco-Roman world.  But, all the same, the contrast between these images means something.  It means that at certain epochs man has felt conscious of something about himself – body and spirit – which was outside the day-to-day struggle for existence and the night-to-night struggle with fear; and he has felt the need to develop these quantities of thought and feeling so that they might approach as nearly as possible to an ideal of perfection – reason, justice, physical beauty, all of them in equilibrium.  He has managed to satisfy this need in various ways – through myths, through dance and song, through systems of philosophy and through the order that he has imposed on the physical world.  The children of the imagination are also the expressions of an ideal.

It is curious that Clark made no reference to ‘the arts’, ‘enlightenment’ or the ‘refinement’ of the OED – they are most emphatically what his series and book were all about.  We find there very few references to myths, music, dance, or philosophy.  Instead, we now hear of a quest for ‘an ideal of perfection’ which will apparently do enough to balance ‘the superstition and cruelty in the Graeco-Roman world.’

There are at least three issues with the notions identified in the OED or by Kenneth ClarkFirst, most people could not give a hoot about and do not appreciate the kinds of enlightenment or refinement referred to; indeed, most people in a pub would have trouble in following just what Clark was saying. 

Then the relative terms are in any event very plastic.  Views may differ on what is art, what is refined, or what is enlightened, or what might be seen as an attempt to reach the ideal of perfection.  What if a member of the tribe represented by the African mask did not think much of the Apollo of the Belvedere?  By what criteria might a product of the Western Establishment say that the black man was wrong?  What might we say about the adverse reaction of a slave from the sweat of whose brow the Apollo was wrought?  I might say that if I were choosing art for my home or place of work, I would much prefer the African mask to the Apollo of the Belvedere; but, then, I like aboriginal art, which would have been foreign to Clark, and pop art, which would have appalled him.  The fact that the Apollo is a ludicrously idealised and stylised portrait of a vain pagan god that Napoleon looted from the Vatican does not add to its charms.

And, finally, it is not much good having a refined ear for Mozart’s Requiem if you can be murdered in your bed, or your having a Ph D for analysing the downward smile of the Mona Lisa of Da Vinci if you can be cast into prison forever on the mere say so of a prince or a bishop – or if you just cannot get enough food or water to live.

In my view, most people in the West now have a different view of what the word ‘civilised’ should mean.  They would, I believe, go along with something like the following.  In my view a nation or people cannot call itself civilised unless each of the following five criteria is met. 

  • It has a moral code that respects the person and the dignity and the right to property of each person in the group. 
  • It has a mature and stable form of democratic government that is willing and reasonably able enforce that respect and those rights, and to preserve its own democratic structure.  (I have opted for democracy because it seems to be the fairest mode of government and to be the best able to deliver the other objectives.)
  • It observes the rule of law – as described below – and it seeks to protect the legal rights of its members. 
  • Its working is not clogged or threatened by corruption. 
  • It seeks to allow its members to be able to subsist and, after providing for their subsistence, to have sufficient leisure to pursue happiness or improvement in such ways as they may choose, provided that they do not harm others. 

Put differently, a group of people may be said to be ‘civilised’ to the extent that its members are ‘civil’ to others.

You will have seen that my definition makes no reference to refinement or enlightenment or to ‘the arts’ or the ‘ideal’.  This is because I view government much like I view education.  The object of education is to teach people reading, writing, and arithmetic – any grace, taste, or faith they may get from that source will be a bonus.  I see government as there to protect us from each other and from itself – any refinement or enlightenment is, for the most part, a matter for us and not government. 

On the other hand, I can imagine people wanting to refer to religion in their criteria – historically, at least, the first of my criteria is based on religion – and also to some kind of social equality and a refuge or safety net for those who do not do so well, but I am conscious of the difficulty in getting agreement at these edges.  The requirement of ‘legal equality’ does, however, come in under the rule of law, below.

If a definition like that set out above were to be applied, then no state could have been regarded as civilised until about the beginning of the twentieth century, and then only in the West.  I do not think that such a suggestion would seem odd to men and women in the street today in London, Paris, Berlin, or New York.   I think that public opinion in the West has moved on since the Holocaust and Hiroshima, and that we attach more weight to the protection of human rights and dignity, and from our own annihilation, than some impossibly enlightened and refined works of art whose real secrets are not revealed to the unwashed.

In any event, you can make up your own mind on when in your view any nation ought or ought not to be able to call itself ‘civilised.’  No historian can play God.  But you may wish to bear in mind the different meanings of civilisation, or the weights to be given to its parts, and you might ask this question – did either ancient Athens or ancient Rome satisfy any of the five criteria set out above?  How many do you think that either satisfies now?

‘Rule of law’

The first element identified by the English jurist A V Dicey for the rule of law was the absolute supremacy of regular law over arbitrary power. This was the supremacy of law over people.  Aristotle had, after all, said that ‘the rule of law is preferable to that of any individual.’  Any king or dictator or Roman emperor who was above the law therefore did not preside over a state that was subject to the rule of law.

The second aspect of Dicey was equality before the law, or the equal subjection of all classes to the ordinary laws of the land.  Slavery and imperial subjection are equally out of the question.

The third part is characteristic of the common law, the general law in large part based on precedents in the courts.  We see the constitution as the result of the ordinary law of the land.  The constitution is not the source, but the consequence, of the rights of individuals.  The constitution is itself part of the common law.  The Europeans tend to see it the other way around – they see private rights deriving from public institutions.  Dicey said, ‘Our constitution, in short, is a judge-made constitution, and it bears on its face all the features, good and bad, of judge made law’