Painting Fakes

A little after 8.00pm on Monday, 15 June, Noel Henry was riding his bicycle to his home in the Adelaide suburb of Kilburn when he was pulled over by the police.  They told him they suspected him of being in possession of drugs, and ordered him to put his hands on his head so they could search him.  According to the police statement released the next day, he 'originally was compliant and after a short time he began to refuse. Police attempted to arrest the man who resisted and a struggle ensued.'   The noise of this struggle alerted his friends who came out of the house.  Some of them filmed parts of the incident and subsequently posted their films on social media.  They show three police officers holding Henry on the ground, one of them hitting him, and his head being forcibly pushed down onto the concrete footing of the fence they have pinned him against.  All this while his friends yell at the police to 'get off his head' and 'let his head up', while others

Here's some more social isolation reading for you.  As you may know, I've spent a lot of my career working on housing and homelessness.  I could write endlessly about policy and service responses (indeed, I have in other forums) but this is not the place for that.  Instead, here are two books that tell great homelessness stories. ***  A few years ago I read John Healy's The Grass Arena , his account of life as a homeless alcoholic in London. This remarkable book was first published in 1988, made into a movie in 1991, then disappeared off the radar for years after Healy had a dispute with his publishers.  It was finally republished in 2008 by Penguin Modern Classics and it is this edition that I read. Healy was born in London in 1943, the son of poor working class Irish immigrants.  As a child he suffered abuse at the hands of his father and this set the course of his life.  He was an angry man.  As a teenager he took up boxing, feeling exhilaration when he mana

It would be hard to find someone who was more of a climate policy insider than Ross Garnaut.  After a varied career in government and academia including a stint as economic advisor to Prime Minister Bob Hawke, Garnaut was asked by the Rudd Government to review climate policy soon after the 2007 election.  The result, completed in 2008, was the report which laid the groundwork for Rudd's emissions trading scheme which came within a whisker of being legislated before it was scuppered by Tony Abbott.  He was asked to revise and update this work in 2011 and this update provided the groundwork for the Clean Energy Futures Package which was legislated in 2012 and included a price on carbon. Last year Garnaut released a book,  Super-Power: Australia's low carbon opportunity,  which further updates his analysis and simplifies it a little for readers like me. You might think that after seeing his careful policy work trashed by fossil fuel industry stooges, Garnaut would be angry or disi

So after all my letters to our esteemed Prime Minister I've been neglecting his State colleagues here in Queensland.  Of course, they are making a better fist of climate policy than Scomo and his mob, but that's not saying much.  So I thought that in this new era of Commonwealth/State cooperation (and with an eye to our State election which is just around the corner) I would adapt my latest missive for the Queensland Premier, Annastacia Palaszczuk. Dear Premier I trust you and your family and loved ones are well and thriving through the COVID crisis.   I would like to thank and congratulate you and your government, along with your State and Commonwealth colleagues, on your astute handling of this crisis.   It’s been reassuring to see the speed and effectiveness with which our governments have reacted, and the success this has brought about in keeping the number of infections low.   No doubt there is a long way to go and there will be twists and turns along th

So it's been a few months and last week was the Student Climate Strike, staged online as everything is at the moment.  I admire those kids for their persistence to keep going when it seems doubly hopeless, so decided it was time for my next letter to our esteemed Prime Minister.  Here it is for your reading pleasure.  Others have said similar things, not really my idea, but the more of us say it the more they have to listen. Dear Prime Minister I trust you and your family are well and thriving through the COVID crisis. I would like to thank and congratulate you and your government, and our State governments, on your astute handling of the crisis.   It’s been reassuring to see the speed and effectiveness with which our governments have reacted, and the success this has brought about in keeping the number of infections low.   No doubt there is a long way to go and there will be twists and turns along the way, but so far so good. To me, your success rests on fo

I once tried to write a novel and I tell you, it's not as easy as it seems.  Mine was terrible.  I gave it to a couple of trusted friends to read, they kindly damned it with faint praise, and that was that. In the meantime of course I do enjoy good novels that other people write, and I often find myself drawn to where they began.  Perhaps its my parents' fault.  One of my favourites among my dad's science fiction books was an anthology called First Flight: Maiden Voyages in Space and Time  which contained the impressive first published short stories of some of the luminaries of post-war science fiction, including such names as Robert Heinlein, Brian Aldiss, Theodore Sturgeon, Arthur C Clarke and AE Van Vogt.  I know this because I still have it on my shelf. Later on my mother gave me a lovely coffee-table book (which I also still have) called First Glance: Childhood Creations of the Famous.  This drew its net far wider, including such curiosities as some short pieces co