The problem with the Wayne Carey story is twofold: 1) The media, framing his violence-related arrests in two countries as a sad tale of an Oz sporting hero fallen from grace, buried the lead: the burly ex-football star is allegedly a woman-basher and 2) Australian culture with its religious celebration of sporting achievement, anti-intellectual interpretation of success and the succour it offers misogynists allows violent serial offenders to hide and thrive within their codes.

When the AFL player was arrested at his Port Melbourne home on Sunday night it wasn’t his first brush with the law…neither was it the first time police had been called to a ‘domestic incident’ involving Carey.

In Port Melbourne, police had to subdue the former Kangaroos captain with capsicum spray after he allegedly forcefully resisted arrest. It was also sensationally revealed today that Carey is facing charges of assaulting two Miami police officers after they were called to his Florida apartment in October last year.

Investigations are continuing into the Port Melbourne 'incident' but the media appeared to do little to establish the reasons for the police call out. While there may be legal reasons for caution in the coverage of this story - I note that no charges have been laid to date against Carey by Victoria police - the reporting seemed skewed. One of the ABC’s flagship radio current affairs programs, The World Today, didn’t event allude to the ‘domestic incident’ that was also largely relegated to the tail end of print media stories. Instead, the stories focused on Carey’s dramatic fall from grace with news he would be sacked from his Channel 9 AFL commentary position after earlier losing his job at Melbourne radio station 3AW because of his off-field behaviour.

News of the Miami incident also focused on the dramatic nature of Carey’s arrest - which resulted in assault, resisting arrest and aggravated battery charges being laid against him. Again, reason for the police intervention was downplayed and reported in much of the media as a ‘domestic dispute’ between Carey and his girlfriend, Kate Nielsen. But Miami Police Lieutenant, Bill Schwartz was more direct on ABC News Radio today: “…he assaulted a woman, smashed a wine glass against her face...Then when the officers intervened he kicked one of them in the mouth and elbowed another one in the side of the head. And then once he was placed into a police car he used his head as a battering ram and tried to break the partition in between the police officers and the prisoner compartment.” Tellingly, reporters also mentioned the fact that the arresting officers in the US had no idea about Carey’s huge media profile and sporting legend status back home.

While he was indeed a successful footballer, Carey’s real claim to fame is infamy. The Australian has helpfully listed his misdemeanours for us – under the galling headline ‘Fallen Hero’. His sins include conviction for indecently assaulting a woman in 1996 after grabbing her breast outside a Melbourne nightclub and ‘asking’ her: “Why don't you get a bigger pair of tits?" (Yep, this guy is a prize dickhead).

One of my problems with the coverage of violence against women is the media’s insistence on referring to assaults committed against women in their own homes as ‘domestic incidents' or 'domestic disputes'. These terms are so passive and forgiving they border on being culpable. There were many ‘domestic incidents' in my home today – cups of tea were brewed; washing done; pets fed; bills paid. The implication is that these 'incidents' are incidental. Journalists need to start calling(alleged) assaults and bashings by their real names. And while some journalists will argue that they are merely sticking to the police script, there’s no justification for blindly appropriating police jargon. In fact, the Victoria Police no longer officially use the word 'domestic' in conjunction with violence, they refer instead to 'family violence' to describe assault in the home.

Sexism and apologetics are in play in this story. If Wayne Carey had been bashed in his Miami home by someone known to him would it have been reported as a ‘domestic dispute’? No. It would have been branded, accurately, as an assault. As a reporter, you own the language and you have a responsibility to use it powerfully and meaningfully.

The central character in this story is a man with a history of abusing women. But his tough-man image was reinforced through the focus on his physical strength in clashes with the police.

Insipid media representation of violence against women is one factor that perpetuates the problem. The other major sustaining force for men who abuse their partners is Australian culture itself. This nation worships its male sports stars like gods. It defines itself according to tough, masculine characteristics and imagery: subduing the environment; mateship; ability to down copious quantities of beer; heat; dust; rugged landscape; military encounter. Add to that testosterone overload the relatively low status of artistic and academic achievement and you have a recipe for a volatile, potentially violent interpretation of what it means to be Australian…and, in particular, what it means to be an Australian man.

As a nation we are far too forgiving of our ‘heroes’’ bad behaviour…all too willing to turn a blind eye to sexual harassment (oh, look, another text message from that sleaze who spun fast balls for the Australian cricket team) and violence against women. I find the attempt by commentators and others to segregate the public sins of a man (and it’s invariably men we’re talking about here) from his sporting prowess, in an effort to sustain his reputation as a great sportsman, disingenuous and indefensible intellectually. Would we attempt the same act of justification for a politician or a judge charged or convicted in connection with acts of violence or sexual harassment like this: "Oh but he's such a good legislator" or "but he's so deft with a gavel"? Nope, this is a special ‘get out of gaol free’ card we reserve for our sports stars. Why? Because we’re addicted to winning and we define our national success and our standing in the world in accordance with our achievements on the sports-fields where men play with their balls.

It’s time the news media started taking sports journalism seriously and evening up the 'coverage playing field' to expose the characters behind the victories as required. The media is partly responsible for creating and feeding the Carey myth and it now has a responsibility to more closely examine the problem of violence against women associated with the blokey, alcohol fuelled culture connected to professional football of all codes.

The Age today at least took a stab at broadening the coverage – they reported the views of the ‘No to Violence’ CEO, Danny Blay, who argues that sacking Carey from his high profile media jobs isn’t going far enough. Blay suggests Carey consider a path to redemption which includes campaigning against ‘domestic violence’. Now there’s a play-book move I’d like to see!

Carey, who may face gaol time in connection with the charges laid by police in Miami is due to appear in court in the US on February 15th. Victoria police are continuing their investigations.    [read more]

Why is sorry still the hardest word to say for the Federal Opposition?

In response to expectations Kevin Rudd will make a formal Australian Government apology to the Stolen Generations a key order of business during the first sitting week of the new parliament, Brendan Nelson is blowing the dog whistle he inherited from John Howard.

The Opposition leader has condemned the Prime Minister’s plans to prioritise a national apology, saying the issues of petrol prices and interest rates should take precedence over finally implementing the key recommendation of the ten-year-old Bringing Them Home report on the Stolen Generations. But the election of the Rudd Government signalled a shift in the priorities of Australians – they voted not only for change but for more heart in government. And try as Brendan Nelson might to subdue the national conscience by dragging the focus back to a narrow, soulless fixation on hip-pocket economics, the country has moved on.

The Opposition leader is also arguing that white Australians should be formally consulted prior to an apology being issued. Newsflash Dr Nelson: Australians voted for a Rudd Government knowing Labor had promised to prioritise an apology to the generations of Indigenous Australians forcibly removed from their families in an act the Stolen Generations Inquiry found was genocidal.

While John Howard swore blind he’d never utter a personal or collective apology to the Stolen Generations, Brendan Nelson has a chance to avoid Howard’s legacy of poisoning black-white relations. In the 12 years of the Howard Government, so many bridges to Aboriginal Australia were burned and so many long-suffering people further alienated, that history will inevitably record those years as divisive and counter-productive to the essential task of reconciliation. But instead of being bold and injecting some social values into Australian Conservative politics, the good doctor is determined to follow in the destructive footsteps of yesterday’s man.

He’s towing Howard’s line – that the current generation of Australians has no responsibility for the “largely well intentioned” policies of past governments. But he claims he’s shed tears about the violent history of white-black relations in Australia and has spoken of his deep respect for and empathy with Aboriginal Australians. Incongruous.

In an attempt to justify his stance, Nelson argues that the Rudd government should focus on the very high mortality and sexual abuse rates among Aboriginal Australians – those he calls the "real issues" - rather than an apology to the Indigenous community. But he fails to acknowledge that these problems are the product of the generational effects of the racist policies of past governments and they can’t ever be adequately addressed without healing the deeper wounds that sustain them. An apology to the Stolen Generations is both a moral necessity and a fundamental stepping stone to reconciliation which is, in turn, essential to the transformation of the lives of Indigenous Australians.

The reconciliation process - which looked so inspired and promising under Paul Keating’s leadership in the early 90’s - stagnated so badly in the Howard Years that Howard’s own hand-picked National Indigenous Council considered resigning in the lead up to the Federal Election in protest at the hopelessness of the situation. Therefore it is imperative Kevin Rudd act decisively and forcefully to salvage the process and an official apology to Indigenous Australians is the place he knows he must start.

In any relationship breakdown there is one word that’s crucial to mending wounds and rebuilding bridges – the very essence of reconciliation. That word is sorry and as the song says it is often the hardest word to say, but it is also the straightest path to genuine forgiveness - the healing power of relationship reconstruction. It's a word Aboriginal Australians and supporters of the reconciliation movement want to hear - in recognition of over two centuries of massacre, abuse, disenfranchisement, discrimination and ongoing disadvantage. It's a word that's already been uttered by many in public life and it is one which will soon finally be cemented by the Australian Parliament.

Despite the claims of Howardesque conservatives and revisionist historians, an official apology to the Stolen generations is not about misplaced guilt. Aboriginal Australia doesn’t want white guilt (although as a friend suggested to me recently, guilt may be the basis of social caring). But Indigenous Australians do want the past acknowledged and they need the healing that could flow from the utterance of that small word we all insist our children learn in their first grasp of language.

Let’s hope Brendan Nelson finds it in his heart to resist the cheap political points that may flow from moving against an apology in the parliament. Having the courage to do what’s right instead of just what is easy or popular is a true measure of leadership. And in Nelson's case there's an Opposition leader-in-waiting (Malcom Turnbull) who has endorsed an official apology to the Stolen Generations.

Let’s hope Kevin Rudd is prepared to drive the reconciliation process forward, beyond the powerful symbolism of an apology.

Update: Kevin Rudd has confirmed the Australian Government will apologise to the Stolen Generations on February 13th. The Ngunnawal people of Canberra will hold a special ceremony marking the opening of the first parliament of the Rudd Government the previous day.

Indigenous Affairs Minister Jenny Macklin is pleading for bi-partisan backing of the apology but the Federal Opposition leadership is digging in its divisive heels, resisting calls for a conscience vote on the apology and opposing the Government's strategy at every turn. Shadow Indigenous Affairs spokesman Tony Abbott claims an apology is unnecessary because some things were 'done right'. I presume he also thinks Priests who sexually abuse their young parishioners shouldn't have to apologise either because they still presided over Holy Communion with dilligence.

Opposition leader-in-waiting, Malcolm Turnbull is the lone voice of reason among senior Liberals, calling for the Coalition to back the apology or risk being relegated to irrelevancy. Turnbull's stance has the strong backing of former Prime Minister, Malcolm Fraser who campaigned strongly against Howard government racism.

On a more uplifting note, members of the Stolen Generations around the country have poured out their hearts in response to news of the apology many thought they'd never live to hear. The moving stories have made tears of grief and relief well up in my eyes. And in an act of generosity that gives me hope for the reconciliation process, ABC listeners have come to the aid of a woman who told her story of forced removal to AM and expressed a desire to hear the apology for herself. Sixty eight year old Zita Wallace told AM she couldn't afford the cost of the trip from Alice Springs to Canberra. But within minutes of her story being aired, five listeners had rung the ABC switch offering to fund Ms Wallace's journey. "I think they're just being true-spirited Aussies, and coming out in them their generosity to help another human being, and I feel very honoured that they've selected me and my group to assist."She told PM She is now looking forward to hearing those letters S-O-R-R-Y in person.

Meanwhile, you can read the Stolen Generations' Alliance recommendations on the national apology in this report presented to the government last week..    [read more]

The good news is: Australia Day festivities in Camden – recent hotspot of Islamophobia – transpired without need for the police riot squad on standby to intervene.

The bad news is: the day has clearly been hijacked by yobbos and boofheads.

It’s long been known as Invasion Day by Aboriginal Australians while for others it was traditionally little more than a day for reflection on the elusive definition of Australian identity while searing snags on a barbie. If there was one unifying theme, it was multiculturalism - a celebration of our diversity. But Australia Day is now wrapped in patriotism of a brand as kitsch and aggressive as the idiots, dressed in clothing fashioned from the flag, roaming the streets yelling ‘Aussie, Aussie, Aussie, oi, oi, oi!”. What the Hell does that stupid catchcry mean anyway? It makes me cringe with embarrassment to be Australian.

I’ve long despaired about the impact of Howard’s decade of glorification and sanitisation of ugly chapters of Australian history – Gallipoli and the genocide of Aborigines to name a couple. As a University lecturer, I’ve witnessed the rise of a new brand of US-style patriotism among young people – one which defines itself in isolation from the Other; one which celebrates homogeneity above diversity. But I wasn’t prepared for the scenes I witnessed on the streets of Wollongong, my home town, on Saturday night.

Australia Day is my father’s birthday – ironic considering he was labelled a wog by his schoolmates because of his Italian heritage. So, I headed to The ‘Gong to help him celebrate. I knew it was going to be an interesting night towards the end of the journey from Canberra. The utes adorned with Australian flags began to appear on the outskirts of Camden. By the time we reached the bottom of the Illawarra escarpment, we’d lost count of the number of vehicles we’d seen with enormous flags stuck to car bonnets, roofs and boots; smaller ones flying from makeshift flagpoles attached to aerials and those being waved out windows by ‘flag enthusiasts’.

When we arrived at the car-park of the upmarket beachside restaurant, the hordes were thronging their way to the beachfront. Some were wearing flags as skirts and capes; others added hats made from bits of flag, nationalistic singlets carrying that bloody catchcry and flag tattoos. This is Wollongong – birthplace of Australian multiculturalism where nearly 20% of the population speaks a language other than English at home and many post WW11 immigrants spent their first months in the country. I baulked at the size and youthfulness of the crowds expressing a sort of nationalistic fervour that wouldn’t have been out of place at a Nuremburg rally.

But my disquiet gave way to stunned silence when I entered the restaurant. The waitresses were dressed in nationalistic costume. One wore a flag like a towel; another had fashioned one into a mini-skirt. Most sported t-shirts bearing their allegiance to Aussie crassness. As the Greek-accented head waiter took our order, I noticed his bald head was tattooed with mini-flags and the Southern Cross. Habibi, the African wine-waiter, wore a flag as a cape. Mini Australian flags were strung from the ceiling around the periphery of the room like bunting. It was like walking onto the set of Kath and Kim – I expected Kel to pop out any moment to spruik his roo and tomato sauce snags. In fact, we did eat kangaroo sausages and emu prosciutto ('Straya Day' specials) but thankfully the cuisine was far superior to the décor and atmosphere.

When we left the restaurant to view the beach fireworks the crowds had swollen and beer-swilling yobs were yelling “Aussie, Aussie…etc” at the tops of their hoarse voices. It was a very unappealing scene. From the balconies of million-dollar beachfront apartments more flags flew and the air was thick with testosterone. This was Aussie ‘blokiness’ at its most vile – in bed with nationalism.

I felt unexpectedly threatened amongst the mob being sans-flag and deflecting demands to respond to “Aussie, Aussie, Aussie” with “oi, oi, oi” like Pavlov’s dog. I can only begin to imagine how the woman in the hijab sitting on the park bench nearby felt.

The mob, allegedly so proud of their country, trashed the Wollongong beachfront during their patriotic rampage. It took 15 council workers on an 'emu-parade' and a street-sweeper truck to clean up their mess on Sunday morning.

I certainly wasn’t a proud Aussie on Saturday night. Some will say that makes me ‘un-Australian’, to coin one of Howard’s favourite put downs applied to dissenting voices. There was a time when being anti-establishment was considered a trait of the typical Australian character. These days it seems you’re not authentic unless you’re running with the mob. If that’s the case, I’m proud to be un-Australian.

Aside: Moderately successful country crooner Lee Kernaghan is Australian of the Year. Need I say more?    [read more]

The President-in-waiting and the head of the police force are facing corruption charges. It’s alleged the politician took bribes from arms dealers…his anthem sung by loyal followers is translated as “bring me my machine gun”. The police chief is linked to a crime boss, who is in turn implicated in a high profile murder, but is favoured by the current president whose days are numbered thanks to the successful power-bid by his allegedly corrupt political rival. Meanwhile, the Chief Prosecutor planning to bring the action against the police chief is stood down by the current president and a senior intelligence operative in charge of the investigation is arrested in an apparently retaliatory strike.

You may think it sounds like the plot of a best selling crime drama which sees corruption and organised crime reaching all the way to the presidency but it’s actually the real life drama unfolding in crime-ridden South Africa (SA) as the Rainbow Nation morphs into Banana Republic.

SA President, Thabo Mbeki, stood by the National Commissioner for Police, Jackie Selebi until it was announced this week that he would face charges of corruption and defeating the course of justice. Selebi is now on extended leave and he’s been forced to resign from his position as president of the international crime fighting body, Interpol.

Selebi is accused of racketeering, money laundering, bribery and fraud. Central to these allegations is his “friendship” with the convicted SA drug trafficker, Dennis Agliotti, who is also facing charges connected to the murder of mining magnate, Brett Kebble. A payment of approximately AU $200,000, luxury gifts allegedly given to Selebi, his wife, mistress and children by Agliotti, along with claims Selebi turned a blind eye to drug-smuggling are features of the evidence against him. It's also alleged he received a payment from Kebble, the slain mining magnate.

Shortly after informing Mbeki in writing that the National Prosecuting Authority was investigating Selebi, the National Director of Public Prosecutions, Vusi Pikoli, was stood down. Months of speculation surrounding the case against Selebi ensued as the hesitant acting DPP, Mokotedi Mpshe, kept his cards close to his chest and the elite crime unit in charge of the investigation known as the Scorpions built their case against the police chief.

Then, as the NPA prepared to pounce, the Scorpions’ chief investigator in the case, Gerrie Nel, was arrested in a public show of strength by a barrage of police officers. He was charged with corruption and defeating the ends of justice but those charges were withdrawn this week after Selebi failed in a last ditch bid in the Pretoria High Court to have the investigation against him halted.

Meantime, the man who defeated Mbeki as President of the ANC late last year, Jacob Zuma, is preparing to go to trial on separate corruption charges. Zuma, who has already defeated one lot of similar charges and an allegation of rape, is effectively SA’s President-elect as the leader of the ruling political party.

Zuma, who was sacked as Deputy President by Mbeki in 2005, faces 16 charges including racketeering, corruption, money laundering and fraud. The charges revolve around his his dealings with arms companies (two SA subsidiaries of Thales International - formerly Thomson-CFS - are also facing charges of racketeering and corruption). Zuma’s former financial advisor is already serving jail time for fraud and corruption in connection with the arms deal scandal.

Zuma’s supporters allege the case against him has been politically manipulated by Mbeki. Mbeki is simultaneously accused of striving to protect his disgraced police chief.

Zuma is expected to stand trial in August while Selebi will appear in court on February 1st.

But more pressing than official corruption in the lives of everyday South Africans is the extraordinarily high rate of violent crime. Murder, rape, armed robbery and car-jackings are commonplace in what’s regarded as one of the world’s most dangerous countries. For example, the murder rate in SA is eight times the international average and according to the latest crime statistics, violent home break-ins have increased by 7%, truck hijacking by over 53% and robberies on business have risen by more than 29%.

The police are pushing the good news angle that murder and violent assault decreased slightly over the same period but that is surely of little comfort to the people who the same statistics render less safe in their homes and workplaces than on the street.

It's hardly the Rainbow Nation dream envisaged by Nelson Mandela and the optimistic young democracy that embraced his leadership in the 1990's. And the hope that characterised those early days is gradually being replaced by fear and cynicism...hope won't fill the stomach or keep the door bolted against intruders.

Further Reading: The Editor of the independent South African quality newspaper, Mail and Guardian, Ferial Haffajee has written an insightful piece of analysis on the sad state of SA affairs. She says "Post-Polokwane (the recent ANC conference @ which Zuma was elected Party President - Jp), our country has lost its standing... This view is reinforced by the corruption charges against national police commissioner Jackie Selebi. When the man who wants to be president and the country’s top cop both face serious charges of accepting bribes, racketeering and selling their souls to crooked businessmen, we can reach no other conclusion." You can read the full article here

Update: As if that weren't enough to make you mutter "that country's turning into a basket case" try this: SA has been plunged into darkness by persistent power cuts due to electricity shortages that point to the chronic failure of the system of supply. Trains have been stopped mid-journey (prompting some protesting commuters to set carriages alight); tourists at Cape Town's Table Mountain were left stranded mid-air in cable cars last night (21/1) when the power failed; traffic lights go out at busy Jo'burg intersections; newspaper's printing presses are halted; international investment is under threat as is the economy. Now South Africans are being told electricity rationing will be enforced.

Meantime, Zuma has launched an attack on the SA media, indicating he won't be stepping away from Mbeki's anti-free speech stance. He is currently suing a range of journalists and publications along with a leading cartoonist for defamation. You can read about his stance here and here.

And, the elite crime investigation unit, the Scorpions, which headed the Selebi inquiry is being disbanded by the Mbeki government and merged with the South African Police Service. That's one way to thwart corruption probes.

Further Update: 28/1/08 The power crisis is now so severe SA's economy-dependent gold and platinum mines are being shut down for days at a time. Meanwhile Kiwi anti-apartheid activist John Minto has rejected the top SA honour for foreigners saying he was too dismayed with the state of the country to accept the award. In an open letter to President Mbeki, he wrote "...we were not fighting for a small black elite to become millionaires... .The faces at the top have changed from white to black but the substance of change is an illusion."

For a lighter, brighter perspective on the current crises besetting SA read this blog post    [read more]

2GB – Sydney’s number one talk radio station – has become the first commercial radio operation in Australia to take its news service online.

The ABC, with its bi-media history, has been online since 1997 but Australia’s commercial stations have been slow to join the digital revolution. The lag in commercial radio’s web-presence is dangerous – the future of news is no doubt digital and multi-platform. And while traditional radio talk content will remain relevant, diversification and online accessibility are essential if future audiences are to be found and profits sustained.

The reluctance of radio networks to make the move online can be understood as a product of a blinkered one-platform approach to the business, the under-estimation of the marketability of news and information and the post 80’s boom-time de-funding of quality commercial news services – essential for content production. But change is finally afoot.

2GB – once the centre-pin of the formerly vast Macquarie radio news network - now operates as a single-city station with a bureau in the Canberra press gallery. Its star is Alan Jones - the top-rating and widely syndicated right-wing shock-jock known by detractors as “The Parrott”.

The station’s new online news service – Live News – blends conventional radio content filed by its journalists in Sydney and Canberra with multi-media reports, produced by specialist online reporters based in both centres, with a minimum of wire service stories. Alan Jones also has a ‘spruik spot’ and reporters’ blogs are in development.

The site is gaining popularity (although management isn’t making the figures public) with a significant increase in visitor traffic during the Federal Election and anecdotal evidence from the Canberra bureau of Press Gallery reporters chasing stories from the site.

University of Canberra journalism graduate, John Barrington, is the multimedia reporter based in the Gallery. He came to the job after short stints in regional commercial radio and with AAP. His job is effectively across three platforms. He files radio stories to the traditional news service as required, takes a TV camera to press conferences to file vision online and produces multi-media features for the site. He acknowledges the pressures of multiple-media reporting and the potential for diminution of quality across the board but he maintains a commitment to quality of content over speed in an effort to value-add rather than simply bombarding the site with content.

The vision he files to Live News is used to enhance the text-based representation of radio news stories but he also films, edits and files TV news-style packages with overlay collected from around the national capital.

One curious aspect of Live News, though, is its obvious attempt to distance itself from the radio station it derives its content from. Instead of banking on the successful brand of 2GB/Macquarie News and attempting to bring its existing audience online while building a new, presumably younger, audience through the website, it’s attempted to create an exclusive, disconnected new identity. There’s not even a mention of the radio station on the website. And they’ve started replacing 2GB station identifications with Live News ones on reporters’ microphones in Sydney, emphasising the importance of the new venture.

This approach is short-sighted and underlines the failure of contemporary commercial radio stations to adequately recognise the value of quality news gathering and the brand recognition that exists in association with successful news services.

At the same time, though, the main focus of news gathering and delivery remains the on-air 2GB presence. Radio stories are quarantined from online upload until they’ve been broadcast, reporters’ number one filing priority is to the radio bulletins and the online commitments of the dedicated multi-media reporters are subjugated to the needs of the radio news service as required on busy news days or during staff shortages.

This ordering of priorities may change as the operation establishes itself and online content begins to prove its value but for now the online version of 2GB News is a little confused about its identity. Nevertheless, it's a pioneering step for an Australian commercial radio station and one which should be watched with interest.

While modes of delivery may alter and value-adding through multimedia output is likely to become the norm, the future of radio journalism is potentially bright. There will always be a place for live, interactive broadcasting (regardless of the delivery platform) and radio journalists’ skills should be the most sought after by producers of online content. Radio news reporters are traditionally the fastest gatherers, interpreters and disseminators of news and these skills are well suited to the insatiable appetite of online news. Independent operators and tech-savvy as a requirement of the mobile, single-operator approach to radio news gathering, radio reporters are also adaptable media workers who have the potential to thrive in the age of digital journalism.

Video didn't kill radio’s star and neither will the digital revolution but recognising the value of quality journalism and building multimedia content around radio news is central to the medium's survival in the online age.    [read more]

Australia Day (January 26th) – that nationalistic celebration of the First Fleet's landing which Aborigines refer to as “Invasion Day” – is shaping up as a potentially dangerous event in Camden.

The town on Sydney’s south-western outskirts is the site of a proposed Islamic School and a racist backlash against the plans.

A rally held less than a week before Christmas in opposition to the school attracted nearly 800 residents and high profile conservative politicians. The public strategy of the anti-school lobby has been to oppose the proposal on planning grounds. But the racism underpinning the campaign is palpable.

Angry young men wearing the Australian flag as an accessory hurled anti-Muslim abuse outside last month’s protest meeting. Pigs heads were thrust onto stakes suspending the Australian flag on the site of the proposed school the previous month and last week a car full of men yelled racial abuse and swore at a Muslim woman being interviewed by a Sun Herald journalist at the site. The woman, Jameela Ahmed, was speaking of peace – she’s planning a forum to try to educate the community about Islam and the school proposal, believing much of the opposition is based on fear and misconceptions. "We just want to educate and calm the situation," she told the Sun-Herald.

But while her attempts at building community cohesion are admirable, the President of the Camden McArthur Residents Group, Emil Sremchevich, has defended the right of Australia First - the extremist political party with white supremacist leanings - to hold a rally in Camden on Australia Day. The party was accused of fuelling the 2005 Cronulla race riots and reportedly plans to distribute anti-Muslim propaganda on Australia Day. Racist text messages calling for protests on January 26th against Muslims have already been in circulation.

While Mr Sremchevich said the group wouldn’t officially support the Australia First rally because the media would just focus on the ‘rednecks’, he told AAP Australia Day was an appropriate time for such a rally because it celebrated "what Australia's become, its democratic rights ... and freedom of speech".

Mr Sremchevich denies his opposition is motivated by prejudice but his message is clearly populist. “The majority rules, the governments are elected by the majority ... if the minority doesn't like it, bad luck” he told the Sydney Morning Herald. One can’t help but wonder if his own non-Anglo background may not have caused him to suffer as a minority.

The nationalistic zealotry fueled by former Prime Minister John Howard has made racists more brazen and Camden is a firestorm waiting to happen. Love of country is now confused with nationalism and patriotism has an ugly overtone. Scenes of beer swilling, marauding yobbos desecrating the beaches of Gallipoli on ANZAC Day are now commonplace thanks to the revival of a brand of mass-produced, ignorant, misplaced patriotism. The mob violence in Cronulla tapped into this phenomenon and confronted Australia with its racist underbelly while demonstrating the threat posed to social cohesion by large groups of stupid, loosely organised people exposed to the right triggers for violence.

What happened to Australian identity being expressed in terms of multiculturalism, tolerance and a fair go for all? The xenophobic alternative is an ugly badge I can’t stand seeing my country wear.

The traditional Australia Day fireworks display risks becoming a powder keg in Camden and the opportunities for protective community building in that town are fast running out.    [read more]

It’s been another bad news start to a new year. The aftermath of the assassination of Benazir Bhutto in Pakistan; the bloodbath that continues following a flawed election in Kenya; the deadly quagmire that is Iraq…

It would be easy to become overwhelmed by the human suffering and environmental devastation that comprise so much of our daily news consumption. And sometimes I do feel like shutting the door on the world and retreating into my imagination. But the stuff of life propels me and I’m determined to seek out love and beauty beneath the deep surface cracks of my existence and the world I inhabit.

I’m inspired by resilient people who persevere in the face of hardship. Some of these characters inhabit the subtext of the stories in our news feeds. Among them are the ones who risk their lives for peace and democracy. But I also find inspiration among my students, my friends and family.

Scratch the surface of any life and you’ll encounter suffering. But it’s hope and survival that really interest me. In my own life, I’ve just escaped a decade in which my husband was twice diagnosed with a life-threatening form of cancer and underwent horrendous treatment regimes; I broke my back, watched my ABC career disintegrate and spent years in court fighting an Australian corporate giant while the prospect of bankruptcy loomed; and I lost three babies to miscarriage among the usual twists and turns of life.

Through the negative news filter this story – my story - is a one dimensional, utterly depressing tale. But there’s another angle. I am still here and I’m still laughing and crying and loving and fighting to suck all the joy and experience I can from life. Yes, there were dark patches where the days were as negative as the headlines but there was also friendship and the warmth of the sun on my sore back and sunsets viewed from my front porch with kangaroos in the foreground and birdsong in the air. There were travels as well as travails…sublime moments nestled between the sadness and the suffering.

I was proud to find I had the inner strength and tenacity to survive these experiences and now I’m starting to thrive again. But I marvel at others around me who live full lives in the face of daily struggles where hope for a different outcome is just not realistic.

Witness my sister: the very model of a superwoman. She has two jobs, a husband and two beautiful children, one of whom suffers from an extremely rare genetic kidney disease called Nephrogenic Diabetes Insipidus (NDI). My 3-year-old nephew, Liam, was hospitalised at 12 weeks of age, close to death and with a multitude of symptoms that baffled myriad specialists until he received the dubious honour of being named a boy with NDI - one in four million. This disease - that threatens Liam's life and slows his development - has my sister rising at least three times a night to change her son’s bed-sheets and administer four different drugs.

My sister and her kids stayed with me this week and whenever I witness the burden of the disease first-hand, my astonishment at her extraordinary coping and life-management skills is renewed. Liam is a gorgeous boy, who is thriving despite his illness, and he brings her joy but there is real hardship in caring for him. She is nurse, mother, executive producer, counsellor, sister, friend, wife, salesperson and household chair of the board rolled into one beautiful package. Her perseverance, determination, stamina and strength in the face of this disease inspire me. Love drives her and defines her.

Every story has its inspirational characters and positive angle. I encourage you to look beneath the headlines of your life and the lives of others; to expose what’s rich and beautiful; to follow unexpected paths; to take a risk; to abandon your fear of love. There will be dark and painful days in the year ahead but survival is in waking up and embracing the bright days.

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My kingdom for an ironing man.

I have a pile of ironing that reaches for the ceiling in my spare room. Much to my Mother-In-Law’s chagrin, I instituted an 'iron-as-you-wear' policy when I moved in with my partner. That was over 18 years ago.

So, when two male detractors lodged a blatantly sexist protest against Hillary Clinton’s Presidential campaign today with placards bearing the slogan “Iron My Shirt”, their efforts seemed amusingly anachronistic.

Did they really believe their slogan? Maybe they did. It’s clear dinosaurs still walk the earth - the glass ceiling remains intact in many workplaces, rape is still a powerful weapon on the streets and international battlefields and domestic abuse (physical, psychological, economic and sexual) continues to be a blight on society that breaks through racial and class barriers.

But the protesters taking a stand against Senator Clinton on the eve of her uphill struggle to win the New Hampshire primary - considered a vital victory in the race for Democratic nomination - may have been seeking just to 'rattle her cage' in an effort to force a 'typically female' emotional reaction of the kind voters would find unseemly in a future president.

God forbid a national leader display heart, fragility, passion and wrinkles along with intellect, will and legislative prowess. “Ah, the remnants of sexism - alive and well," Senator Clinton told the applauding crowd at the New Hampshire rally where the men in search of well-pressed shirts attempted to disrupt proceedings.

Is it just me or is a man who indicates to the world that he’s not capable of ironing his own clothes actually screaming “Help! I’m impotent”? It really is laughable that some men (and possibly some women affronted by those of us who forcefully thrust in the direction of the ubiquitous glass ceiling) think a woman isn’t capable of leading a country in the 21st century.

Much of the political analysis surrounding the Democratic Party nomination process pits a man, Barack Obama, seeking to be the first black president, against a woman aiming to be the first female calling the shots in the White House. So goes the theory, Americans are less scared of a black man with a Muslim background than a white woman. This may be a shallow analysis – Obama’s youth and anti-establishment credentials (in contrast with Hillary’s connections to the power elite and the tarnish on the office left by her husband Bill Clinton's terms as President) might be the real source of the groundswell which looks increasingly likely to secure him the Democrats’ top billing. But the media's assessment of Senator Clinton’s potential success or failure as being inextricably linked to her gender, highlights the steep path women seeking election to the highest office still have to tread – Margaret Thatcher and Helen Clark's victories notwithstanding.

I’m personally having a tough time trying to decide who I prefer. I’m cheering for Hillary Clinton as she attempts to smash the West Wing’s glass ceiling but I’m also barracking for Obama (bad pun intended, sorry!) because of the change he represents politically along with his enthusiasm and youthful appeal…I also suspect he’s capable of ironing his own shirts.

I realise this is a revelation that will open me up to accusations of political naiveté but I long for the day when a black woman can run for the Presidency or seek election as Australia’s Prime Minister without race and/or gender being the main discourses in the debate surrounding her leadership potential...and on that day a white man would be proud to iron her blouse.

*THUD* That was the sound of me crashing back to earth.

UPDATE: So Hillary Clinton is being dubbed the Comeback Kid 2 (a sequel to Bill's performance in 1992)after embarrassing the pollsters and defeating Barack Obama in the New Hampshire Primary.

She has attributed the victory to her emotional vulnerability - she was seen close to tears in an exchange with a voter on the eve of the poll. Some say this was manufactured but it was a display of vulnerability that clearly resonated with voters used to seeing her portrayed as cold, calculating and emotionally disengaged.

Others have assessed her win as a product of Feminism - the 'sisterhood' came out in force to vote, they say. I suspect the boys with the placards and an ironing disability may have contributed to any such backlash. Some may suggest they were plants.

But whichever way you examine this result, the race for the Democratic nomination is now genuinely close and exciting. Let's hope this leads to the prioritisation of substance over spin, wit over waffle and sharp over shallow media analysis.

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A young friend told me this week she thought I needed to raise my ‘freak flag’ higher.

This followed her initiation of a discussion on my Facebook wall about the sex appeal of men in women’s underwear. Her view: “Seriously, what is not totally lust-worthy about boys in girls’ clothes?” My perspective: “Nope, 'fraid I can't say men in heels and women's clothes really ‘do it’ for me”. I agreed to visualise a swoon-worthy guy in a pair of lacy 'panties' to challenge my prudishness but it was to no avail. “Experiment undertaken; results in. And, nope, still not ‘doing it’ for me. More a dampener than a tingle-inducer for moi, I'm afraid!” I wrote on my FB wall.

The sexual bravado of some of my young female friends and students regularly makes me blush. Their frank and pragmatic approach to sex and their eagerness to discuss their experimentation with one another does make me feel like an inexperienced prude at times.

Their openness may be a product of the Sex and the City generation or a sign that women have begun to appropriate the casual attitude to sex they long criticised men for possessing. I’ve admired their confidence but also wondered what regrets may flow from such rampant sexual activity largely disconnected, they argue, from emotional involvement.

But perhaps this isn’t a new phenomenon. Hey, I come from a long line of sexually repressed women! My mother is deeply religious and conservative (some may call her a bona fide prude but I wouldn’t because she may actually one day figure out how to connect to the internet and find this blog :). Her mother is Presbyterian. Read for: we didn’t discuss politics or religion at the dinner table and nobody ever mentioned sex…ever!

Case in point: my grandmother recently argued with me about a little sexual innuendo I playfully accused her of. She said of Colin Firth, with a cheeky smile on her face, “He can put his shoes under my bed any day!” “Ooh Granny” I said, “Did you just intimate you wanted to sleep with Mr Darcy?” (Confession: I’m a big fan of Firth in sodden white shirts and riding breeches… swoon!). She was shocked – “No of course not, I just meant that he’d be welcome to put his shoes under my bed”, she said emphatically. “But that’s what that saying means, Granny – why else would he be taking his shoes off and putting them under your bed?” I asked. Her retort signalled the conversation was over: “Well not in my day it didn’t!” Her day is in the distant past. She’s 89.

She certainly would be embarrassed by her granddaughter’s recent behaviour. In the grip of an uncharacteristic man-hating moment, inspired by the misogynistic backlash against my Crikey story on the up-skirting of Maxine McKew, I drove into a city shopping car park with Lucinda Williams’ song ‘Come On’ blaring on my car stereo. I was in full voice: “You think you're in hot demand but you don't know where to put your hand. Let me tell you where you stand, you didn't even make me, come on!” Then, without thinking or altering the volume, I lowered the window to collect the parking ticket. As I pressed the button to deliver the ticket, an elderly couple walked right past my window with their shopping trolley and Lucinda screeched “All you do is talk the talk. You can't back it up with your walk. You can't light my fire so f**k offfff”. My frantic efforts to mute the sound failed and the look of shock on their faces made me worry about the state of their cardiac health as the song continued “…You didn't even make me, come on!”

But my inner prude was in play again today. I went grocery shopping on my way home from work and decided to buy some condoms while in the pharmaceuticals aisle. I don’t know if I’ve ever shopped alone for condoms before…I’ve been married for a really long time! But my current desire to avoid pregnancy in the aftermath of a recent miscarriage has made me determined to take every precaution. So, there I was, competing with teenage couples and male shoppers for access to the plastic-wrapped boxes and I have to confess I was overwhelmed with embarrassment. I felt like people were judging me… “She’s clearly not adventurous enough for the pink, flavoured ones (gag) or the ones with the accompanying pyrotechnics display (whiz bang)”, I imagined them thinking.

When I got to the checkout, I found myself burying the condom boxes (yes, that’s plural folks. I couldn’t decide which ones to buy – too much pressure!) beneath the cereal and meat. This was a mistake. When the shy young Pakistani man on the checkout excavated the boxes there was genuine shock on his face. He was totally unprepared for what he found and clearly very embarrassed. He stared at the boxes for a few seconds, presumably trying to decide whether or not to pick them up. I’d been feigning nonchalance up until that point but the humour of the situation finally broke through the embarrassment and I laughed out loud. He continued to swipe items like nothing had happened.

Part of my recent personal revival has been a sexual re-awakening – learning (again) to appreciate my sensuality and appeal after so many years of feeling undesirable. So, it was surprising to be confronted with my embarrassment about something as straight forward as buying condoms. But this once demure woman is comin’ out of her shell. I’ve been re-reading Anais Nin and I’m even writing about sex…at the dining table – shock, horror!

I also posted a rather alluring (if I do say so myself) Facebook photo this week eliciting this wall post from the young friend who couldn’t fathom my lack of attraction to men in heels and women’s undies: “You saucy bint - look at that new profile picture!” I think my freak flag must be on the rise - ever so slightly ;)

Postscript: I've been thinking some more about these issues and their interaction with Third Wave Feminism since posting last night and I read an article which neatly illustrates some of the underlying themes. The author, Deborah Siegel writes:

"What is liberating to one generation is oppressive to the next. This year, modesty champion Wendy Shalit, author of the new book Girls Gone Mild, blames the “third-wave feminist establishment” for carrying their sexual revolution too far. Shalit maintains that third-wave feminists, among other forces, have conditioned young women to become sluts.

Many of the self-described third- wave writers and leaders I interviewed for my book, Sisterhood Interrupted: From Radical Women to Grrls Gone Wild, take issue with the notion that free love and a stripping pole in every living room were all they set out to achieve. Third-wave feminists have been hard at work. In the United States, for instance, they have founded organisations and launched projects such as the Young Women’s Project, the Third Wave Foundation, the Younger Women’s Task Force and the Real Hot 100. In the United Kingdom they have created alternative media -- six new feminist publications launched in the past 18 months.

Feminists are blogging about the same searing questions that women have been asking for years: are women equal? If not, why not? And feminism’s daughters are asking a new question, too -- what does it mean for women to be powerful? For an unimaginative few, power meant sexual power and stopped there. But for the majority of feminism’s young reinventors, sex is not the only issue, and power continues to mean parity across political, economic, social and domestic realms. They are third wavers. Hear them roar." Read the full article here.    [read more]