“John Pilger refuses
to fly the flag”, John Pilger, New Statesman,
27th February 2006
Americans wrapped themselves in their flag,
but not we Australians.
This was never part of Australian life, writes John Pilger
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With thanks to the New Statesman. As usual, John Pilger
puts his finger with unerring accuracy on the realities in Australia today. Will any mainstream Australian media reproduce
this harsh but true piece, or will it be safely confined to Australian
expatriate readers of the New Statesman in the UK ? Don’t hold your breath
for it. Pilger
is an outstanding Australian writer and political analyst. But
as Jesus said, a prophet has no honour
in his own oountry. I
hope the Australian internet will spread this fine essay around.
- Tony
Kevin, Canberra
24 February 2006
**
The other day, one
of my favourite cinemas closed down. The boards went up on the art-deco
Valhalla in Sydney, one of the
world's best at putting out powerful, political documentaries.
The lack of fuss might have seemed surprising in a city whose
iconic Opera House is said to embody modern Australia's
pride in the arts. On the contrary, the closure reflected a more
general shutting down.
The Valhalla was certainly
an anomaly in an Australia
so entrapped by the cult of "marketing" that an executive
of the Sydney Morning Herald can declare "the answer"
is "not smart and clever people" but "people who
can execute your strategy". On 9 February, the Organisation
for Economic Co-operation and Development in Paris
proclaimed Australia the
least regulated and most privately owned economy in the western
world. This is a country owned and run by businessmen.
The most vivid example
is the press. Rupert Murdoch controls almost 70 per cent of principal
newspaper circulation. With the exception of the multi-ethnic
Special Broadcasting Service and the radio network of the Australian
Broadcasting Corporation, the rest of the media reflect Murdochism
and a market ideology imported wholesale from the United States. The remarkable culture
wars of the neoconservative prime minister, John Howard, exemplify
this.
Howard believes that
"business and sport" are society's prime movers. The
country's once-respected scientific research laboratories, the
CSIRO, have been instructed to take on business sponsors. Almost
alone mong nations, Australia last year
abstained rather than vote for a modest United Nations proposal
that members should defend "diversity" in their own
cultures - against rapacious great power. When Australia's
leading playwright, David Williamson, likened Howard's privatised
"aspirational" Australia to a cruise ship sailing
to the "sobering destiny" of an environmental disaster,
his speech was "called for" by the prime minister's
office and a vicious campaign was orchestrated in the Murdoch
press.
With no political
opposition to speak of, Howard's conquests have been in cultural
life, with historiography thrown in. Siding with an unchanging
clique of far-right commentators, he has effectively stifled debate
about Australia's bloody colonial past while
deriding the "black armband theory of history": that
is, the truth of a genocidal racism that continues to devastate
the Aboriginal people. His patriotic, or "put out more flags",
campaign is pure George W Bush. Schools have been ordered to erect
flagpoles, and on "Australia Day", 26 January, which
"celebrates" the "settlement" of another people's
country, flags are distributed and often displayed with gormless aggression.
This was never part
of Australian life; Americans wrapped themselves in their flag,
but not we Australians. We saw it as a respectful reminder of
those who had gone to fight and die in Australia's mostly
catastrophic imperial wars, who "did
their best". The Howard regime has changed all this. The
little leader wears a plastic flag in his lapel, just like Bush,
and puts his hand on his heart, just like Bush, and reinforces
a race-based society, just like Bush. While the neglect of New
Orleans is Bush's symbol, the contempt
shown the first Australians is Howard's.
On "Australia
Day", I made my way through the flags to Redfern,
an Aboriginal area in the inner city, and celebrated what black
Australians call Survival Day. Their first "Day of Mourning
and Protest" was held in 1938 on the 150th anniversary of
the white invasion. Over a thousand Aboriginal men and women attended
that first civil rights gathering, after having been refused use
of Sydney
Town Hall.
A long and painful campaign for freedom and justice had begun,
and endures, like an invisible presence.
In Redfern Park on Survival Day, the flags were black,
red and gold: colours of indigenous
skin, the earth and the sun. The only report I could find of Redfern
the next day was of a minor fight, which was no doubt fed to the
papers by the police. Should the word "Aboriginal" enter
the public arena it must be associated, where possible, with "no-hopers".
In Howard's Australia, the
ultimate "no-hoper" is a sick, terrified, deeply troubled
and abused young man called David Hicks. Hicks
was a drifter, which was once an Australian type known
as a "swagman" and a "larrikin" and lauded
by our bush poets and balladeers. In the 1990s, Hicks became a
Muslim and drifted through Kosovo, then on to Afghanistan, where he was kidnapped by the Americans
and sent to their concentration camp at Guantanamo Bay. Not a shred of evidence exists that
Hicks fought for al-Qaeda, or is a terrorist. He is a drifter.
Yet he is to face one of Bush's "military commissions",
for which torture is used to extract confessions, and there is
no right to cross-examine witnesses, no presumption of innocence
and no standard of proof "beyond a reasonable doubt".
Even three of the hand-picked US military prosecutors have withdrawn,
arguing that the commission is rigged to secure convictions. Many
of Australia's
leading jurists agree.
The Howard government
has said, in so many words, that David Hicks can rot. He is a
no-hoper, un-American, unaspirational. Put out more flags.
- John Pilger, New
Statesman, 27 February 2006