Friday, 31 January 2020

Australia now a Surveillance State with Journalists as POIs under ASIO Act, A Sense of Place Magazine, 31 January, 2020.

Australia now a Surveillance State with Journalists as POIs under ASIO Act

Jan 31 · 5 min read
Will future historians see the Abbott/Turnbull/Morrison era as the period of governance when totalitarian instincts were unleashed? The targeting of journalists is just the beginning of a much greater disaster, writes journalist and author, John Stapleton.
Australia’s #RighttoKnow movement barely touches on the intensity of media manipulation by the conservatives since they regained power in 2013; from blocking popular Facebook sites to harassing little-read authors like me.
Imagine you’re writing something critical of the government. You know there are cameras in your home, a keylogger on your computer — every keystroke is observed or recorded. And then you hear cries of derision from a neighbouring house.
I experienced this while completing the third and final book in a series on Australian life, Dark Dark Policing. The first two, Terror in Australia: Workers’ Paradise Lost and Hideout in the Apocalypse, may not have set the bestseller lists alight, but that is not the point.
My lifetime in journalism never prepared me for so much abusive surveillance.
My epiphany came post-retirement. Returning from years in Asia, I was jarred by the dilapidated state of Australia in contrast to the dynamic societies I had been in. And so began my work on a book initially titled Workers’ Paradise Lost.
But it was impossible to ignore the biggest story of the day, terror, with the then Prime Minister, Tony Abbott, abandoning good government in favour of terrifying the population, pounding on about “the death cult” at every opportunity. This was despite repeated warnings from terror-messaging experts that his terminology was counterproductive, actually attracting recruits to Islamic State.
The element that caused most offence was a surface one. Every single terror operation conducted by the Abbott government was named with a pro-jihad tag, from the blatant to the obscure. How could this possibly be?
But there they were: politicians and leaders of national security agencies trumpeting operations named after something that Muslims, with their culture’s sense of historical grievance, could decipher.
Some were so obvious that it was difficult to understand why nobody raised the alarm. Here are a couple:
CounterTerrorism Operation Amberd: Launched in 2015. Amberd is in Armenia and 2015 was the centenary of the largest massacre of Christians in history, 1.5 million.
Operation Coulter: Ann Coulter is an American columnist best known for her comment:
“Not all Muslims are terrorists, but all terrorists are Muslim.”
When quizzed, the Australian Federal Police had a bizarre explanation: the government, they claimed, had nothing to do with naming counterterror operations.
From that moment, I felt I was under intense surveillance.
Among the most egregious laws passed by the Abbott and Turnbull governments were Journalist Information Warrants, issued entirely in secret. Journalists are not informed if a warrant is taken out against them and face jail if they publicise the fact.
The laws have become so strict that journalists cannot write about security operations, or even surveillance of their reporting, without the risk of prison.
I chose to use novelistic techniques. The protagonist in the first two books is Old Alex, a dishevelled retired reporter with a wild imagination.
And, as Alex speculates:
“Could someone who had just written a book called Terror in Australia possibly be the subject of a Journalist Information Warrant? Or was it illegal to even speculate?”
Australia is a surveillance state.
And journalists are now POIs, Persons of Interest under the ASIO Act.
Much of this legislation was introduced into Parliament under Tony Abbott and became law under Malcolm Turnbull.
You would be right to ask where the journalists were when this was going on.
The journalists union, the MEAA, under CEO Paul Murphy, has produced a string of stunningly good reports on these issues. Media organisations ignored them; the public had no idea of what was going on. Until the government began arresting journalists.
There are many ironies. The two greatest players in the #RighttoKnow movement, the ABC and News Limited, are highly compromised in their relations with government.
Traditionally ASIO has vetted appointments to the ABC via security assessments, and there is no reason to assume the practice has ceased. News Limited’s editorial line is so utterly in bed with the right wing of the Liberal Party as to be preposterous.
The tranches of legislation passed by Abbott and Turnbull make it almost impossible to report on many significant issues.
Here’s a straightforward example.
Blair Cottrell of the United Patriots Front, despite being routinely demonised by the mainstream media, attracted tens of thousands of followers whenever he appeared on Facebook. Like it or not, his anti-multicultural rhetoric struck a chord with many Australians.
In a now-removed Facebook post, he wrote about how he would meet ASIO officers before a rally, ostensibly to minimise violence. And how he learnt that the AFP and ASIO had worked together with Facebook to have him banned. Feeling betrayed, he told everybody.
The tranches of anti-journalist legislation introduced jail terms of up to ten years for journalists who disclose what are known as SIOs, Secret Intelligence Operations. Who decides what an SIO is? ASIO does.
Did an SIO ban Blair Cottrell from Facebook for expressing views similar to those of the duly elected Senator Pauline Hanson?
The point is, the public narrative — thereby, the nation’s culture — is being controlled: from barely read authors like me, to the mainstream media, to Facebook warriors.
Suppress dissent and you foment revolution.
Thanks to the blizzard of poorly drafted legislation that the Liberals introduced to exploit the fear of terror, we now live in a country where, as the Inspector-General of Intelligence and Security recently pointed out, you can be jailed for five years for breaching orders you didn’t know existed; where children as young as ten can be incarcerated without charge.
It doesn’t take the gift of prophecy to know that future historians will see the Abbott/Turnbull/Morrison era as the worst period of governance in Australia’s history, when totalitarian instincts were unleashed. The targeting of journalists is just the beginning of a much greater disaster.
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John Stapleton

John Stapleton worked as a staff reporter on The Sydney Morning Herald and The Australian for more than 20 years. His books include Thailand: Deadly Destination and Terror in Australia: Workers’ Paradise Lost. He currently edits A Sense of Place Magazine.
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This article was first published on Australia’s leading investigative journalism site Michael West Media.

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Tuesday, 28 January 2020

Sound Clown: The Music of Ian Purdie, A Sense of Place Magazine, 28 January, 2020.

Sound Clown

The Music of Ian Purdie

Jan 28 · 7 min read
The Marcos Family Band, Sydney, 1985. Ian Purdie on the far left.
Amazing to me, now that I’m old, is that for such an impatient person I was able to devote the thousands of hours to playing guitar that it takes to become competent on the instrument.
It seemed when I was young that music was the final, unmapped frontier, that required no more than a guitar to explore. Not to mention that during the 1980’s and 90’s music was the cheap alternative for those of us who refused to put on a tie and go to work.
When I appeared with a band called The Sea Monsters supporting Mick Jagger on the Australian leg of the She’s the boss tour in the late 1980’s I thought I was on the launchpad to stardom.
I spent 40 years writing, recording and performing my music. I have written and co-written over 200 songs. I wrote and recorded five albums, only three of which were released due to the rollercoaster nature of life as a musician.
Unfortunately, at least for the increasingly geriatric such as myself, the music industry is a branch of the fashion industry. You not only need to have just the right sound but most importantly the right look. Old people don’t get played. We play a lot better than the latest young stars but the media aren’t interested. People like Elton John or the Rolling Stones are still producing great music but it isn’t fashionable anymore and so, their new material doesn’t get played on radio or TV. Even Sir Paul McCartney doesn’t get his new songs played.
That leaves the internet. Soundcloud is easy to use, free and totally accessible. So, I’ve uploaded 40 years of recorded songs, with pictures!

I have uploaded my first album, Greetings Earthlings by Lunar Sea Boatman in its entirety. This album, released in 1996, consisted of the best tracks from my first decade or so in the business. It features most of the great players I was privileged to work with, including singer Caron Clay, drummer Pierre Le Rat, bass player Paul Fisher, singers Parissa Bouas and Toni Allayailis, bass player Lyn Ashby, backing vocalist Darren Gower, legendary jazz pianist Kenny Powell and percussionist Luke Mason plus a few randoms who just happened to appear at the right time.
Greetings Earthlings took two years to record and set me up to recruit more great players and continue to not have to get a real job.
In those early years of unbounded optimism hearing three of my songs playing on the radio while I was in Bali was a surreal leap.
We had one of those old digital clock radios with the alarm set for 7am. One morning when it came on it was playing my song Samsara Cafe.
It was a jolt hearing these lines I had first written in Thailand while in an entirely different time and place.
Suffering the pleasures inherent in this life
A white bloated body gets ready for the knife
To spread the jam and cream that takes the pain away
While genius dies in the gutter
Outside Samsara Cafe.
A few days later my song Hey Jo, about unrequited love, came on the car radio, much to my surprise and to the shock of the driver, who didn’t associate me with music at all.
The most popular song on Greetings Earthlings was Butterfly, which is about fickle, unfaithful hearts.
The video of Facing the Rain got a lot of play on MTV and the Australian music show Rage.
As I said, at this point in life, everything seemed possible; I was in love, margaritas were flowing and we were getting plenty of gigs.

The unusual lower case / upper case of the title was a typo in the beginning, but I decided I liked it.
This was my second full album, but it never got released. Perhaps it was the general chaos of the era, but financial issues and other problems meant ‘The uNCROSSING’ was never finished.
Some of my music is funny, some designed to provoke; then there are a few songs like Interplanetary Mary that are love songs, written to make you think and laugh all at the same time.
It was a cold dark night
From the heavens there came a bright light
Which hovered silently overhead
Then lifted me gently from my bed
And into the arms of Mary
That’s Interplanetary Mary
We’re not talking about some good Fairy.
The one song off this unreleased album that did get plenty of radio airplay and notoriety if not commercial success was French Letter, protesting French nuclear testing in the Pacific.
Dear Mr Jacques Chirac, how are things in France?
I’m taking my time to write to you about a most unfortunate circumstance
Pacific means Peace, and it’s a place that we adore
It’s not somewhere for you to come to play with your toys of war
To be specific
Stay out of the Pacific
That would be terrific, we all say.
A high point was receiving a letter from the then Australian Prime Minister, Paul Keating acknowledging my song and video French Letter and saying the government was making efforts to block French nuclear testing in the Pacific and our contribution was noted and appreciated.
Flanked by singers Pru Rheuben and Caron Clay
My third album, ‘Lunar Verse’ was recorded live at community radio station 2GLF in Sydney, Australia. It’s only me and my 12-string guitar and was recorded to sell at solo gigs. The catalyst was a four month residency I landed at The Dive Bar in Hoi An, Vietnam in 2008. I’ve only uploaded three tracks from the 16 on ‘Lunar Verse’ because they are the only credible versions I have of those songs and they can’t be heard anywhere else.
Neanderthal Man: The late Pierre Le Rat spewed forth most of the words. This is a tribute to him, in absentia.
I’m a Neanderthal Man in the 21st Century
You gotta punch the information into me
These machines and these devices
Are causing me a personal crisis
Because I’m a Neanderthal man in the 21st Century.
Mediocre is such a beautiful word that its meaning almost makes it a one word oxymoron. I imagined Mediocre as a beautiful Spanish Princess.
To be at best no less than mediocre as the long days,
Mediocre the middle way, a course set upon a rock
A mediocre shepherd tends his mediocre flock.
This song was a reaction to Frank Zappa and Ian Dury and the Blockheads. Puerile, really but even now it might appeal to some specifically sick senses of humour.
My fourth album, Managony, was really a collapse of circumstance, recorded for the community radio program Dads on the Air. It was recorded with bass and keyboard player “Smiley” aka David Byrnes.
We had both recently survived divorce and were fathers with young sons. After I got kicked out of my home, I wrote a book, The Daddies’ Split Guide as a healing for the hell I’d endured and my publishers arranged an interview with Dads on the Air, the longest running men’s issues radio program in the world.
Dads on the Air needed original music so Smiley and I started writing and recording. We called ourselves ‘Horizon Shine’ and the album we eventually produced, we called ‘Managony’. I’ve uploaded what I consider to be the three best tracks from that album; ‘Shaving in a Basin full of Tears’, ‘Daddy Immaculate’ and my favorite, My Boy:
He fills my life with sunshine that never goes away
Because he’s my boy, every hour of every day
Every breath I take is a celebration of his life
When I’m with him it feels to me like I’m in paradise

My fifth and final album is ‘Wild Street’. It was never finished with the final two tracks recorded but not completed or mixed. The other seven tracks, including a nine minute live version of ‘Dumb Fuck World’, are now available on Soundcloud.
Most of them also have videos, which had become a lot cheaper to make and have been uploaded to YouTube.
Drummer Pierre Le Rat aka Peter Walker, a loyal, faithful friend for 30 years, died of cancer in 2017 at the age of 57.
Pierre and I playing our second to last gig, Sydney 2015.
I’d played with Pierre for over 30 years and his drumming is featured on a lot of my finest recordings. He played on every track on Greetings Earthlings and Wild Street with the exception of ‘Wasted Kisses’, which features the drumming of Andy Byrnes.
For me, Pierre’s death was like a full stop that marked the end of my career as a professional musician. All those crowded hours, intense friendships, wild flights of optimism and yes, chaotic, wasted days full of intimacy and chaos, are all receding into my very blurry memory.
I could have been a lawyer!
Check out Ian Purdie’s website, including links to his seven books.

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