Craig Foster: 'We are at war with basic principles of human decency', Press Club address - 2022


23 March 2022, National Press Club, Canberra

I acknowledge this land was never ceded by its traditional owners and that the soul of this country can never be whole until justice is done.

We are failing ourselves, our children, grandchildren and the most vulnerable people both here and around the world and we must accept responsibility to become the leaders and contributors that the world needs us to be.

In advancing today’s discussion of Australia’s position in the world, how the local becomes global, I will argue that our torture of innocent refugees, failures on Indigenous rights and intransigence on global warming has twisted our own humanity, made us profiteers and exporters of suffering, damaged the international compact on displaced people, fed exclusionary and nationalist politics around the world, slowed decarbonisation of the planet and left us, and others fleeing climate disintegration in coming years, at extreme risk.

As an immensely proud Australian, I’m more disheartened and certainly more frequently embarrassed at how the world sees us than ever before. We’re a nation unwilling to accept our responsibility to the world and yet a people so desperate to have pride in who we are.

Perhaps that’s why we cling to our international sporting achievements. We long to excel as a nation.

But while I’ll prosecute our isolationism and selective humanity, this is a profoundly hopeful speech because I believe in the power of everyday people to make change. I’ve seen it, lived it.

Australia is crying out for authentic leaders because there are so few willing to hold true to principle and not deviate from what is best for its people, and the global community.

The system has collapsed under existential challenges.

Pandemics and climatic disasters are the new normal and the response must prioritise this generation and the next but the political horizon has shortened to just days, weeks, months when more than ever we need intergenerational solutions and purposeful courage and commitment.

We are all searching for people to trust that have our best interests at heart and the global community.

In this vacuum, community leaders have found new prominence, many of them brilliant women speaking truth to power and they have greater social trust than many politicians because leadership is about sacrifice for others, not the sacrifice of them.

Putting people first, caring about us, our future, and that would require a wholly new form of Australian politics.

When Covid hit, public figures and media wrestled with the perversity of how many Australians, particularly the elderly and infirm it is permissible to let die so that the economy might live, and the Government cynically turned a health crisis and once-in-a-generation opportunity for a green-led energy and economic revolution into a ‘gas-led recovery,’ literally adding more fuel to the fire

From a lump of coal to a bottle of gas.

Energy Minister Angus Taylor used the Russian invasion to fast track seven gas projects in Queensland, NSW and Victoria when the urgency for independence should have expedited our transition to clean energy.

Economic and environmental vandalism.

UN Chief, Antonio Guterres yesterday called it ‘mutually assured destruction.’

Destruction, yes.

Mutual, no, because the Australian people have seen through the scam.

Environment Minister, Susan Ley last week celebrated the Federal Court decision that her Ministry and Government don’t have a legal duty of care to future generations of Australians.

Imagine.

On three of the most critical global issues of the 21st century requiring a multilateral approach, human rights, human displacement and climate, Australia is a central contributor to a breakdown of international agreements and global cooperation and this puts millions, in fact billions of people at risk.

That’s our international legacy in the 21st century. So far.

But I believe in a very different Australia.

One where race is no longer a weapon to divide, the aged are not a profit centre, the economy serves the people, we promote the dignity of each person irrespective of where they’re from or how they arrived and Australia is a beacon of integrity, human rights compliance and leadership in the world.

An Australia where we acknowledge that we almost wiped out the oldest living culture on the planet and after the dismantling of the White Australia Policy have resolved never to let xenophobia and racism shape our national identity, public discussion and policy again.

Australia’s first Prime Minister, Edmund Barton:

There is no racial equality.. These races are, in comparison with white races – I think no-one wants convincing of this fact – unequal and inferior.

The lifting of this historical veil of racism fuels a fierce determination to walk with our First Nations and we regard any attempts to vitiate our truth-telling as antithetical to our responsibility to atone.

We take a rainbow armband view of history, you might say, where every colour is equally privileged.

We are resolved to create an Australia hostile not to each other but to racism itself and as a secular country, anti-discrimination regarding gender, sexuality, ability, colour and race trump our wonderfully diverse religious beliefs.

We choose equality as our national faith.

We continually interrogate our institutions and policies to ensure equal access for all because we feel obliged by the contradictions in our own beginnings. Though invaders and immigrants, no one told us to ‘go back to where we came from.’

The world needs a shining model of global citizenry and inclusion as nationalism and racial politics thrive. We can be that model.

It’s clear that our refusal to look back, though is at the heart of so many inequities today.

Racism underpinned colonisation, fuelled Federation and still infests much policy and media coverage, 121 years later. It’s a festering sore on the National psyche that manifests in dehumanisation and mistreatment of innocent people and ongoing Indigenous disadvantage.

Let’s all take a deep breath then, because we must go back to move forward and, yes, we need to talk about boats.

Whether the First Fleet’s arrival on Invasion Day 1788, asylum seekers fleeing persecution or citizen-led flood rescues, it’s a fitting starting point as the east coast of Australia drowns.

And let’s not forget the ‘boat trophy’ that sits proudly in Australia’s Prime Ministerial office.

That boat symbolises suffering, death, racism, xenophobia, deception, lies and propaganda, myopia and the degradation of Australia’s humanity. It encapsulates perfectly who’ve become. That it sits lovingly on Scott Morrison’s desk speaks volumes about him, and us.

Australia has been so bombarded by decades of dog whistling, xenophobic and racist portrayal of ‘other’, that we literally are willing to let innocent people rot and die. The most vulnerable people on earth, refugees.

But I know what Australians are capable of, the force of our goodwill and compassion and the extraordinary capability of this country from the sports field to the bushfires, from the floods to #SaveHakeem.

You must resist attempts to convince you that torture and the breaking of humans is strong, and care and compassion is somehow weak when the exact opposite is evidently true.

It takes strength to lift another person up, a community, to give something of what we have, to another. It takes real courage to speak out for a colleague or community when they’re in need.

I went back to my hometown of Lismore recently to lend a hand amid the despair of catastrophic floods and listened to stories of locals carrying others on their back to safety in the swirling current. People hiring helicopters, commandeering boats to rescue strangers. Extraordinary resilience and courage during immense trauma and loss.

Australia was deeply inspired by their instinctive, unselfish actions, putting others first.

That’s care.

Volunteers giving everything they have, to house, clothe and feed people they’ve never met.

That’s compassion.

Care is the force that strengthens a Nation, street by street, community by community and builds a better world.

No, I’ll tell you what’s weak.

Beating up on innocent refugees, the family from Biloela, gay kids, the homeless and unemployed. Lying about asylum seekers to justify shameful policy is weak. Legislating so that medical professionals can’t tell the truth about torture is weak. Leveraging asylum seeker lives as political capital is weak.

From the Immigration Restriction Act 1901 to today’s Migration Act the journey from ‘alien’ to ‘illegal’ has always been about keeping so called ‘undesirable,’ non-white people out.

The terrible irony is, First Nations aside, we’re all ‘asylum seekers,’ aren’t we?

Those who came by boat, like the Foster’s in the early 1800’s as convicts and assisted migrants were seeking asylum not from war but hardship, others were refugees from the law. Maybe your ancestors fled lack of opportunity, education, class disadvantage or the second World War.

For those who’ve come across the seas

We’ve boundless plains to share

Really?

Having spent a life in the multicultural game of football, I know too well how hostile successive multicultural communities have found these boundless plains.

From the Italians and Greeks considered ‘too swarthy’ during the White Australia years, Vietnamese ‘boat people’ when the term first became weaponised in political and public commentary, Muslim Australians who face greater discrimination than just Pauline Hanson’s racist stunts and Sudanese-Australian ‘gangs.’

Today, we have several hundred asylum seekers and refugees stranded offshore in Papua New Guinea and Nauru and more than fifty ‘Medevac refugees’ onshore, all in their ninth year of incarceration of one form or another.

Nine years.

They’re boat people, as are we, and we destroyed their lives with a singularly vicious, abject cruelty.

It’s rightly said that Australia treats animals with greater care and many Prime Ministers and Ministers would be jailed if they subjected a single animal to like treatment of refugees.

It’s staggering to think of what we have done to innocent humans. A stain that will be with us forever.

The boat people who tortured boat people.

Immigrants who tortured immigrants.

It’s insanity on every level. Financially, humanitarian, global citizenry and reputationally.

The reason we are revisiting history here is because it’s not possible to truly recover our humanity without first understanding this historic cycle that we’re all caught in.

Today’s refugees, Indian-Australians criminalised during Covid, Australians stranded abroad are all just the latest victims.

Exclusion has always been a fundamental part of our political and cultural life. The problem is we are now at the point where we will do literally anything to keep people out, including killing them.

Thirteen refugees caged offshore by Australia are dead. Thousands more broken, their bodies and minds destroyed.

An Iranian refugee imprisoned for three years, 23 year-old Omid Masoumali was so traumatised, hopeless and broken that he burnt himself alive on Nauru in 2016. He sustained horrific burns that were, nevertheless survivable if he was treated adequately, humanely. It took 31 hours for him to receive medical treatment, or painkillers.

He died an agonising death.

A young man. With a mother. Her name is Elham Arouni Hesari:

..the way Australia rejected him and took his life will forever torture me.

We named our baby boy ‘Omid’, which means hope in Farsi, because we had beautiful dreams for him. Now all we have is the cold stone of his grave, where he died, lonely and innocent, in a foreign country.

Australia has taken our hope, our Omid.

Yes, we did and I am so sorry for the destruction of your son, Elham along with the perversion of our own sense of goodness.

This is Australia?

When Omid set himself alight, screaming:

This is how tired we are, this action will prove how exhausted we are. I cannot take it anymore.”

Then Minister for Home Affairs, Peter Dutton made clear that in his view, refugees were burning themselves alive in attempts to come to Australia.

I don’t have the words to adequately articulate the depravity of that statement.

The Queensland Coroner would later find that indefinite detention and a total collapse of hope caused his self-immolation but this is how the Australian people are manipulated to justify horrific policies.

Dehumanise first, compensate later.

Border politics, fear-mongering and the triggering of the Australian national psyche by cynical politicians and compliant or complicit media has been a central part of Australia’s cultural life since well before Federation.

Three times Prime Minister, Alfred Deakin in 1901:

That end, put in plain and unequivocal terms … means the prohibition of all alien coloured immigration, and more, it means at the earliest time.. the deportation or reduction of the number of aliens now in our midst. The two things go hand in hand, and are the necessary complement of a single policy.. of securing a ‘white Australia’.

This endless cycle is deeply embedded in cultural concepts of whiteness, worth, identity and fear and all political parties have been involved such as calls by Immigration Minister, Arthur Calwell in 1947 for Australia to ‘populate or perish:’

We have 25 years at most to populate this country before the yellow races are down on us.

We must reflect on the speed of our descent from mandatory detention just three decades ago under the Keating Government to indefinite imprisonment today for an average of 689 days in conditions that are deliberately inhumane and punitive. This is twelve times that of the US. Canada’s average is just 14 days.

689 days.

Turns out we are leading the world. In the torture of refugees.

Media must stop perpetuating the terminology that euphemises torture and masks obscenities. Terms like ‘illegal’, ‘detention’ not prison, ‘transitory persons’ not vulnerable people, ‘border security’ not immigration.

Word by word, a conceptual infrastructure indefinitely detains the National mind.

Xenophobic language that Australia risks being ‘swamped’, ‘invaded,’ the ‘floodgates opened’ have been repeated endlessly for two hundred years to divide communities, score political victories and scare the population into acquiescing with racist, xenophobic and lethal policies throughout our pre and post-Colonial history.

None of them were real, but they were devastatingly effective and culturally corrosive.

Can’t you see the pattern? Please recognise when and why these terms are being used and Australian media, stop using them.

Since September 11and Tampa when former Prime Minister, John Howard lied about children being thrown overboard, I know you remember it because that lie has deep, divisive consequences that pervade today, subsequent Governments have either fuelled hatred of refugees for political gain or lacked the willingness or ability to respond.

This inhumanity has bled into all aspects of our social and public life and desensitised us to suffering, death, inhumanity.

Did you know that different sections of Manus Island, made to house innocent refugees had military names? Oscar, Delta, Foxtrot and Mike compounds.

Are we at war with basic principles of human decency?

We erased the names of human beings and gave them numbers, a phenomenon pioneered in Nazi extermination camps. The Auschwitz-Birkenau death camp official record says that ‘prisoner numbers (became) a synonym of dehumanization..’

Is this really us, Australia?

One of those numbers, and my friend, is here today.

COA060 fled Iran as a persecuted Kurd and is a poet, singer, songwriter and artist. On Manus Island for six years he was so damaged from infested food, illness and lack of medical care that he would plead for treatment from a privatised system that banks billions in profit to punish the most vulnerable.

One day, after years of pain he wrote another treatment request, this time in blood. Regurgitated involuntarily from his stomach.

We took eight years of his life, for political gain.

His name is Farhad Bandesh.

Thankyou, Farhad. And, sorry, my brother.

The question for the rest of us, is how many times must we say ‘sorry’?

It’ll happen as we pay hundreds of millions more in compensation to refugees in coming years but entire political careers have been constructed from this pain, and they won’t care.

I travelled to Port Moresby several years ago to find a catastrophe of human suffering by companies that have gorged at the public trough.

The free market of pain.

One Queensland, family-run company, ‘Canstruct’ will make $101 million profit on Nauru this year alone. For just 100 refugees. A company that had no staff, no balance sheet and entered no open tender process has been paid around $1.5 billion of our money in the last five years.

Inhumanity pays handsomely.

That family is now on the rich list as the Australian newspaper trumpeted that they were ‘raking in the cash’ on Nauru.

And this is Australia?

Refugees are so rich a political resource they have not yet even been allowed to resettle in New Zealand for over seven years. They’ll enter Australia through the ‘back door’, it is said. The exact same language used by the UK Home Secretary in attempts to keep out Ukrainians fleeing invasion.

Just one of the litany of politicians and Governments around the world trumpeting Australia’s policy as the new model of Nationalism, nativism, xenophobia and racism.

As Australia erects legal and rhetorical walls and cages humans, from France to Holland, Denmark to Hungary the ‘offshoring’ of innocent, persecuted people and building of physical walls are the new, must-have, racist political accessory.

If you don’t want them to come, you should not treat them all that well, which is what the Australians do.. Do we want them to come here? No, we don’t, so what do we do?

Australian solution. (Netherlands)

Ukrainian refugees have been welcomed everywhere in a way those of Yemen, Iraq and Afghanistan were not and racist rhetoric about the ‘compatability’ of ‘white Ukrainians’ perfectly mirrors that of ‘white South African farmers’ in Australia.

Scott Morrison quickly said that Ukrainians ‘will go to the head of the queue.’ That’s another cynical lie used to shape magical notions of legitimacy. There is no ‘queue.’ Only a human lottery and the media must refuse to propogate concepts that so dangerously cloud the judgement of Australians.

Given our involvement in Afghanistan we have a duty to welcome more than just 15,000 Afghans, a number split over three years and taken from the existing intake of just 13,750.

Do you see now how others who have been waiting for years to be part of that number are arbitrarily left out and can have no certainty whatsoever?

Also in the room today are Marwa Moeen and Farhat Kohistani, two courageous young Afghan women who recently settled in Sydney. Farhat is an incredible women’s rights activist and Marwa assisted 15 of her university friends by hiding them in her family house, in a single room for a week while the Taliban hunted door to door and interrogated her father.

I thank Greens Senator Nick McKim, Independent MP Zali Steggall, Immigration Minister Alex Hawke, Foreign Minister, Marise Payne and all Australian Embassy staff in Islamabad, Pakistan for their outstanding work to help these young women and many more including the Afghan Women’s National Football Team, now settled in Melbourne and recovering their lives and careers with Melbourne Victory with the help of Football Victoria.

Each time the Afghan women play will be a globally significant act of defiance for girl’s and women’s rights everywhere. Incredible courage all of them and they represent the true face of asylum seekers and refugees.

For others, seeking safety means limbo in often deplorable conditions lacking basic medical care, safe housing and sanitation with violence, trauma and death all around.

Try telling me that Australians would not flee for a better life by any means. I’d have my family on a boat in a flash. And I’d pay anyone to do it. So would you. As would every politician up the road at Parliament House. And every single media commentator demonising asylum seekers as somehow improper.

So, it’s long past time we rejected simplistic notions of right and wrong ways to flee, of worth and worthlessness, of queues and queue jumpers that pollutes the issue, sustains false narratives and contributes to policy where over 20,000 refugees are currently on Temporary Visas in Australia, often for very extended periods without certainty, many without education, Medicare or any possibility to reunite with their families.

Let’s fix the system, not kill and maim the victims of it.

We now have our own internal ‘refugees’ after bushfires and floods and spent many months locked down for those of us fortunate enough to have a home. Perhaps for the first time we can glimpse the terror of displacement, if not conflict.

Maybe the curbs on our own mobility during Covid and the mental health concomitants might open a small window into detention. But whereas we spent 60, 90, 120 days, those in the Park Hotel with Nojak Djokovic have been imprisoned for over 3,000.

Less than one per cent of refugees are resettled every year and the international system of displacement is so damaged, in part by us, that refugees are forced to flee across borders and seas from conflict that we often are involved in, or our western allies fund and arm.

The more than $10 billion spent on offshore torture since 2013 could have developed an entire regional infrastructure to support displaced people instead of forcing them back to danger against fundamental principles of international law.

But please understand, there are no votes, no political capital in fixing the system but plenty in further persecuting the persecuted and turning the Australian population against a migrant group.

Again.

Government after Government, century after century, decade after decade the same pattern repeats.

The only non-lethal answer is to work multilaterally to enhance international cooperation with our global and regional partners, a process in which Australia can barely participate, let alone lead after what we’ve done.

Similarly, in a world of human rights abuse where:

  • China commits genocide against ethnic minorities and seeks to redefine human rights

  • oil-rich nations criminalise the LGBTI community and suppress women

  • Saudi Arabia attacks Yemen armed by the USA

  • the ongoing occupation of Palestine

  • Narendra Modi’s anti-Muslim Nationalism and

  • Vladimir Putin and Xi Xinping attack press freedom, export the surveillance State, jail dissidents and wage war, our own human rights transgressions undermine our capability to be the force for good we can be.

Until we:

  • stop the torture of refugees

  • imprisonment of Indigenous children

  • disproportionate incarceration of First Nations

  • advocate for deserted Australian Julian Assange

  • release whistle-blowers

  • stop raiding journalists

  • increase public accountability and anti-corruption measures

  • leave our charity sector be

  • provide greater scrutiny of political donations and State capture and

  • reverse the National shame of Indigenous disadvantage our credibility on democratic principles and human rights is severely damaged when we should be a world leader as a multicultural nation.

One day, I hope that the Australian Prime Minister will have not a boat but an outstretched hand on her desk to signify support for all in need, for diversity, multiculturalism and anti-racism and the resolve of Australia to let no one suffer, go hungry or without a roof over their head.

An outstretched hand also to our global family to impart our strong sense of equality, the humane treatment of all and solidarity on existential challenges.

Like saving the planet.

Has there ever been a more embarrassing act and by a country that was proudly a founding member of the United Nations than fossil fuel giant, Santos sponsoring Australia’s booth at COP26?

Scott Morrison unveiled a ‘uniquely Australian plan’ to rely on technologies not yet created, tested or proven.

Unique, too true.

Australian? Not this one.

The most recent Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) report makes abundantly and frighteningly evident how far behind the world is in responding to the climate emergency and how vital unity and leadership is.

The reality is that as the world heats up and human displacement is forecast to hit unprecedented levels, Australia is at the forefront of delegitimising international principles of human mobility, placing tens of millions of people at risk.

We remain captured by mining, threatened and gaslit about the risks of transition when the evidence of bushfires and floods is of the incalculable human, environmental and intergenerational cost of doing too little.

The industry’s proxies, media and politicians have misled and scared us so successfully that we’re literally drowning in floods, cars floating by schools, millions of hectares of precious bush and billions of animals having perished and wondering what the long-term costs to our kids will be.

But hang on, our taxpayer funds shouldn’t be paying to remediate a problem the fossil fuel industry was aware of decades ago.

Climate justice demands that the largest polluters pay.

Send the damages bill to AGL, Energy Australia, Origin, Woodside, Santos, Rio Tinto, BHP and the mining magnates.

And Rupert Murdoch who platformed climate denialism and misinformation for decades. The editorial shift to support a net zero economy is welcome and long overdue. But incalculable damage is done.

We can start with the more than $10 billion in annual subsidies that underpin the energy model of the past which can retrain the entire mining workforce and invest in renewables that will underpin our children’s future and position this country as a leading contributor in the world.

Andrew Forrest plans to be a world leader in green hydrogen and calls on fellow mining companies to transition to renewables. It’s fantastic. A great Australian renewable energy success story will be something to celebrate and a powerful demonstration that the largest emitters can lead the change.

But last year alone, Fortescue emitted over 2 million tons of greenhouse gases. More than 178 countries. And more than that again, from Scope 3 emissions by its customers.

Tremendously exciting plan Andrew and your voice will be important in holding your own industry of mining and particularly fossil fuel extractors accountable for the state of the planet today.

Transition is one thing, justice another.

Mega fossil fuel extractor and emitter and fellow promoter of climate denialism alongside Clive Palmer, Gina Rinehart now sponsors the Australian Olympic Committee. Particularly apt, given the world’s oceans were at their hottest for the third consecutive year and the North-East coast of Australia has become a pool.

Ironic, though since sport will be directly affected through extreme weather events, the loss of snow, floods and heatwaves but it’s a time-honored tradition for tobacco companies, human rights-abusing States and now fossil fuel to appropriate the social legitimacy and license of sport for an industry seeking to improve its image and avoid accountability.

Whitewash, greenwash, sportwash, it’s all the same.

I’m delighted that our amazing athletes can be remunerated for their brilliance, of course, but no fossil fuel company should play any role in global sport.

The most severe environmental effects will be felt on this island continent and by our Torres Strait, Pacific and South Asian neighbours and not only are we abandoning them to an unliveable future, but we can hardly call on the rest of the world to help as we flood or burn when we refused to join, let alone lead.

“A growing number of G20 developed economies have announced meaningful emissions reductions by 2030 – with a handful of holdouts, such as Australia” said head of the United Nations yesterday.

Antonio is right.

Meaningful action and leadership on climate action, human rights and refugee pathways and resettlement would be a powerful international legacy in the 21st century for a nation that has always taken pride in punching above our weight on the global stage but has turned our gaze inwards, when the world so very badly needs us to look out.

We invaded by boat, now torture people who come by boat and the way we’re headed, our grandchildren might live in boats by this century or the next.

But I believe in a different Australia with the capability, strength and courage to confront the most difficult challenges faced by woman and man kind and as a leading catalyst to both a liveable and humane world.

It all starts here at home.

What you and I accept, becomes Australia. And the local becomes global.

And we Australians are capable of so much more.

Craig Foster AM

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Brendan Nelson: '... at least they'll remember me in Australia', 'Tragedy & Triumph 1917', National Press Club - 2017


19 September 2017, National Press Club, Canberra, Australia

Australians all let us rejoice…for we are young and free.
We pause here ‘in the heart of the land they loved’, free and confident heirs to a legacy born of idealism, forged in self-sacrifice and passed now to our generation.
We do so a century from our nation’s most tragic, damaging year - 1917.
It was the worst of times.
It was the worst of times.
Barely a year later we emerged victorious - but inconsolably mourning 60,000 dead. Yet from this wrenching cataclysm, embittered, deeply divided - we remained true to our democracy.
We had our story.
We were Australians.
Our young nation’s innocence was brutally lost in the bloodbath at Fromelles and hard-earned victory of Pozieres in 1916.
The bitter conscription referendum rendered us a deeply divided people facing the new year of 1917.
The AIF began in the snow of Bullecourt and finished in the quagmire of Passchendaele, the cost - 77,000 casualties; 22,000 dead and missing.
We were three years into a war in which victory seemed an ever receding horizon. No solace to anguished families in humble homes where telegrams and letters spoke to suffering, death and lives given.
The harsh realities of British military leadership were revealed to the man who was witness to it all - Australia’s official war correspondent, Charles Bean:
Bullecourt”, he said, “more than any other battle shook the confidence of Australian soldiers in the capacity of the British command”.
He saw the struggles of the ordinary soldier, men simply ‘flicked aside’.
Aghast, he watched in April the 4th Australian Division torn to pieces attacking into a hail of machine gun fire and German artillery at Bullecourt.
Of the 3,000 men from the 4th Brigade, 2339 were killed, wounded or taken prisoner.
In May, Bean returned to Pozieres where a mortally wounded Australian had asked him: Will they remember me in Australia?
Here he collected the first artefact for the Australian War Museum he had conceived - The ‘Centre way’ trench sign.
These were the sacred relics of triumph and tragedy, of heroism and bloody sacrifice.
As Bean searched amongst the detritus of the Pozieres battle, the Australian War records Office was established at AIF Headquarters in France. Birth had been given to what would become the Australian War Memorial.
The Americans joined the war in April, but not the battlefield for another year.
Russia was seized by a Bolshevik revolution. Lenin would rule by year’s end.
Prime Minister Billy Hughes left the Labor Party, splitting it asunder to triumph in an electoral landslide. Australians wanted a wartime leader.
Ireland’s independence revolutionaries stirred negative Catholic opinion led by Bishop Daniel Mannix.
Months of Industrial warfare broke out in August, 97,000 striking workers crippling transport and industry.
Hughes crushed the unions with sweeping powers. Cynicism and anger spread.
Recruitment stalled. Hughes ran a second pre-Christmas conscription referendum. Again, a majority of Australians voted No.
But it was the events in Europe that would weigh heaviest on any residual Christmas cheer.
One word from 1917 would describe inconsolable grief and mourning for an entire generation of Australians.
Hell on earth now had a name – Passchendaele.
The ‘suffering of Christ’ - and suffering it was.
This small Flanders village - lent its name to a series of battles that would epitomise the war of brutal attrition, of suffering inflicted on so many for so little.
For purists - the Third Battle of Ypres.
With the French army in exhausted turmoil, British operations shifted north into Belgium.
General Douglas Haig dusted off his plan to force the Germans from the Belgian coast.
His first objective was the strategically important Messines Ridge.
On 7 June, after months of tunnelling the 1st Australian Tunnelling Company detonated 1 million pounds of TNT at Hill 60, part of the coordinated, explosive prelude to the battle.
Captain Robert Grieve VC of 34th Battalion recorded the melee:
Suddenly Bedlam was let loose….impossible to describe the inferno. The earth seemed to vomit fire…. shaken as though by an earthquake – the air screamed shells and snapped bullets, above all was the roar of the guns, crackle of machine guns and the hum of aeroplane propellers.
The official photographer, Frank Hurley wrote:
Until my dying day, I shall never forget this haunting glimpse down into the mine crater on Hill 60 – three hideous, decomposed fragments of corpses of German gunners…. one tragedy of thousands
At the No. 2 Australian Casualty Clearing Station near Messines Ridge, 21 Australian nurses were told casualties would be light.
Within 18 hours, 2,800 patients were admitted.
Sister Mimie Procter wrote:
It was a nightmare….blood, blood, blood everywhere and suffering.
Sister Ada Smith:
Droves of dying men….nearly all head cases…. unconscious or else raving in delirium….
Recorded as one of the great set-piece victories of the war – Messines still inflicted 6,800 Australian dead and wounded. Two Victoria Crosses.
In July, Sister Alice Ross-King was blown into a blood soaked crater getting to the ward tent.
Trying to get a delirious patient into bed:
I had my right arm under a leg which I thought was his, but when I lifted I found to my horror that it was a loose leg with a boot and a putty on it…..one of the orderly’s legs had been blown off and landed on the patient’s bed.
The Passchendaele campaign began on 31 July.
The Germans had seven weeks after Messines to fortify their defences in the Ypres-Salient. They built concrete pill boxes, bloc houses, machine gun nests, barbed wire and fortified field artillery batteries.
Over 15 days in late July, the British fired 4.3 million artillery shells from 3,000 guns into the north, attacking on 31 July with a creeping barrage in front of troops with tanks – 27,000 casualties in a day.
Then it began to rain.
With the intricate drainage system of the Flemish lowlands destroyed, the battlefield was a quagmire.
The weather improved in early September as the five Australian Divisions were brought together in support of the imminent battles.
General Herbert Plumer’s ‘first step’ on the road to Passchendaele was the Menin Road.
Side by side, the 1st and 2nd Australian Divisions attacked in the centre flanked by 11 British Divisions.
It went to plan, the advancing barrage winning ground occupied by the infantry.
In less than three hours across a 12 kilometre front, all objectives were taken.
Another 5,013 Australian casualties, two Victoria Crosses awarded.
Clinical enough a description, but the ‘mad photographer’, Frank Hurley wrote:
The way was gruesome, awful beyond words….the dead and wounded lay about everywhere, the ground had the appearance of having been ploughed by a great canal excavator and then re-ploughed… through this the wounded had to drag themselves - and those mortally wounded pass out their young lives …
…the battlefield on which we won an advance of 1500 yards was littered with bits of men….. literally drenched in blood

Charles Bean described the men coming out of the line on the Menin Road:
…..looking like a dead man looks. A man of the 20th Battalion had a wound inside the thigh still bleeding…..passing, he grinned, “We got the bastards good on the second ridge”.
Plumer’s second ‘step’ was at Polygon Wood on 26 September. The 4th and 5th Australian Divisions attacked with the British.
The intensive artillery preparation and the ‘creeping barrage’ was the best ever. The infantry came in behind five layers of bombardment described by Bean as:
….roaring, deafening, it rolled ahead of the troops like a Gippsland Bushfire
Of the 55th Battalion Bean wrote:
Captain Cotterell led its advance, walking easily, cigarette in mouth, map in hand, behind him the thick line of “worm columns” each led by an NCO. All pillboxes were immediately outflanked……from some came whimpering boys, holding out hands full of souvenirs.
Walter ‘Jimmy’ Downing of the 57th battalion was in the thick of it:
We were caught in the barrage…no time for caring as we stumbled past reeking bodies….. heads down as though in a hurricane of rain, not ripping steel.
…..men running, staggering, bent low…. dropped into shell holes, tautened faces…. crouching as they burrowed for dear life….on all sides the groans and wailing of mangled men.
A sergeant ran around his platoon…..the top of his skull was lifted from his forehead by a bullet, as on a hinge, and his body fell on two crouching men, washing them with his blood and brains
…bodies, living and dead were buried, tossed up, and torn fragments buried again…..the most awful sound, the muffled voice of a man buried under three feet of dirt, was heard…. dig me out!
….relieved, we were a pathetic band….all hysterical to varying degrees, the strong supporting the weak, we walked through Polygon Wood…
Sinclair Hunt of the 55th Battalion was a school teacher from Croyden, Victoria:
...though we suffered much….the capture of Polygon Wood was a most difficult operation brilliantly executed.

Hunt was killed a year later in France.
Polygon Wood came at a price – 5,770 Australians dead, missing and wounded. Two Australians were awarded the Victoria Cross.
The strategic, elevated Germen held Buttes was captured. Upon it today stands the memorial to the Australian 5th Division overlooking its men’s headstones beneath.
Plumer’s third step was Broodseinde Ridge.
Launched in teeming rain on 4 October, the 1st, 2nd and 3rd Australian Divisions attacked with the New Zealand Division as part of the British offensive.
The Germans fought tenaciously from their pillboxes - machine gun fire, vicious bombing duels and hand to hand combat.
Private William Vincent fought in the 21st Battalion:
At 5 am a very heavy artillery barrage started and we went forward about 2 miles, our lads falling in dozens….we dug in for our lives and held it…we lost heavily.
But in Plumer’s bite and hold strategy, success had to be consolidated. Guns and ammunition had to be brought forward; units replenished with reinforcements, communication and supply re-established.
Although most objectives were achieved, mud made ‘hold’ impossible - another 6,400 Australian casualties. Two Victoria Crosses.
Morale was haemorrhaging.
Private Dudley Jackson, a Lewis Gunner with the 20th Battalion came out of Broodseinde with just 25 in his company and only two men left in his own platoon.
Victories at Menin Road, Polygon Wood and Broodseinde had cost Australia 17,000 men to advance 3.6 kilometres.
Then it rained, and rained, and rained.
On October 9 in conditions of utter misery and driving rain, with two British divisions the 2nd Australian Division attacked the slopes below the Passchendaele village - the battle of Poelcappelle.
It marked the month of brutal attrition.
With any hope of a breakout washed away by unrelenting rain, Generals Plumer and Gough told Haig they were happy to end it here.
Haig pressed on, determined to annexe the last piece of high ground for winter.
After Plumer’s headquarters briefing, Bean wrote:
They don’t realise how desperately hard it will be to fight down such opposition in the mud, rifles choked, Lewis Guns out of action, men tired and slow…
After five days of continuous rain, the battlefield was a morass. Mud crippled everything. Bogged tanks and guns were useless; weapons clogged; high explosive shells buried and guns simply sank when fired.
The attacking Australian battalions which had held the front lines since Broodseinde were walking dead - days under fire in appalling conditions, struggling to lay cables and tramways.
In Bean’s words, of those not suffering severe trench foot or melting away to the rear, many ‘temporarily deserted’.
When finally they attacked, the Australian battalion strength averaged just seven officers and 150 men. Yet into battle they went, 1200 men lost from heavy flanking enemy fire. Nothing gained.
Even more futile was the second Australian assault against the Passchendaele Ridge on October 12.
The 3rd and 4th Australian divisions would attack with the New Zealanders and British.
No tanks, aircraft and heavy artillery - nothing could move.
Entire field companies tried desperately to extricate guns from the mire.
Bombardier Frederick Corder of the 7th Australian Field Battery wrote:
…the guns had been bogged for three days until we put 26 horses onto each gun…. ploughing through mud up to the horses’ stomachs.
Even then, it could take 17 hours to get shells up to guns.
And yet, they kept at it, Bean writing of them:
Australian soldiers hung on to their agreed task – whether their own death or the destruction of the world should come.
The night before the assault of the 3rd Division, Corporal George Mitchell wrote a last letter to his family in Thebarton, Adelaide:
Tomorrow many men must go to their God. And if I die – I die.
We must all die. Best we can do - is to die with good grace.

The Anzacs advanced with almost no artillery protection - the 3rd Division sustained 3,000 casualties by nightfall.
One who ‘went to his God’ that day, was Corporal John ‘Jack’ Ison whose Sergeant Major later wrote to Ison’s father:
When I lost him I lost a friend….we went through Gallipoli, Egypt, France, Pozieres, Belgium, the Somme and again at Ypres together….I miss Jack as much as my own brother. I know it is an awful thing to part with one’s son….but you have no idea of the troops’ suffering…
…It really is a mercy from God to take us….at times I have asked God to take me from this life.
The New Zealanders advanced into a thick belt of uncut barbed wire on the Bellevue Spur, torn to shreds by deadly machine gun fire spewing from German pillboxes.

Lt G M Carson of the 33rd Battalion recounted his battle:
On the night of the 11th we marched off at 6.30 pm and walked until 5 am on the morning of the 12th….we had lost men like rotten sheep…
…we attacked at 5.25am and fought all day, at times bogged up to our armpits….lots drowned

Sergeant T. Berry tried to save a man up to his neck with a chain of rifles:
We heard screaming from another crater....he went down gradually….begging us to shoot him. But we couldn’t …who could shoot him?
We stayed with him, watching him go down in the mud.

Private Bert Fearns of the 2/6th Lancashire Fusiliers described conditions:
……our whole battalion was moving up this single duckboard track. As it got dark you had to make sure to keep close to the fellow in front as the track meandered around the lips of shell holes.
…shells started coming in, bunches of men got separated…. falling off the boards and shouting….we were not to stop; if one man stopped we all stopped.
You could hear those poor blokes calling out from the darkness….pitiful….mud like wet soap….we knew the poor devils would die….
We met a party of pack mules coming…..the track was meant to be one way….the poor things were shot by our officers to clear the path.
We just kept going, hour after hour.
Finally, we took shelter behind a big concrete pillbox (the left hand one at Tyne Cot Cemetery) and I fell asleep on my rifle….I didn’t care if I lived or died; a bullet would have been welcome.
…..I was woken by an explosion….in a cemetery on the edge of the railway cutting; I just emptied my rifle into a dark mass of men.
I then crept into a pillbox and fell asleep – on the shoulder of a dead German officer…. next day I was awoken by a voice:
“You the Lancashire Fusiliers?” - well piss off! We’re Australians here to relieve you”.

Lieutenant Wade Fisher of the 42nd Battalion was 23 years old. Assigned to relieve the ‘Manchesters’, he went ahead of his men:
I got to one pillbox to find it a mass of dead….I passed on to one ahead and found about fifty men of the Manchesters. Never have I seen men so broken or demoralised, huddled up close in the last stages of exhaustion and fear.
Fritz had been sniping them all day and accounted for fifty seven – the dead and dying lay in piles.
Fisher and his men went back in again on October 13:
We got up to our positon somehow….the fellows dropping out unconscious along the road. They have guts….
We found the line yards behind where we had left it, shell stricken and trodden ground thick with dead and wounded
…some of the Manchesters were there, seven days wounded and not looked to.
My men walked over to them….and gave all their food and water - all they could do.
That night my two runners were killed sitting next to me….I was blown out of my shell hole twice, so shifted to an abandoned pillbox.
....twenty-four wounded men inside, two dead Huns on the floor….the stench was dreadful.

The images of Frank Hurley and Hubert Wilkins came to exemplify the entire campaign.
On 12 October, Frank Hurley took the most tragically poetic photograph of his career at the Ypres-Roulers railway cutting:
Every twenty paces or less lay a body. Some frightfully mutilated, without legs, arms and heads, and half covered in mud and slime….we pushed on….. shells….bursting all around….ten or so telephone men - all blown to bits.
Under a questionably sheltered bank lay a group of dead men. Sitting by them in little scooped out recesses sat a few living, but so emaciated by fatigue and shell shock, it was hard to differentiate.
The exhausted and demoralised Anzac Divisions were finally relieved on October 18 by the Canadians who made the final assault on Passchendaele.
They clawed forward to capture the Passchendaele Ridge on 6 November.
For Haig, no more could be achieved in Flanders. His break-through had failed – miserably.
After three months the British line advanced 8 kilometres, only to expose it to German artillery. British losses stood at 275,000 dead, wounded and missing.
Thirty five Australians had been killed for every metre of ground taken.
Nine of 61 Victoria Crosses awarded, were to Australians.
Barely five months later, in three days the Allies lost Passchendaele and all the ground won in the Third Battle of Ypres.
Mounted on the German concrete blockhouse at the centre of the Tyne Cot cemetery today, is the cross of sacrifice. Amidst manicured lawns and 12,000 graves, including those of 1369 Australians, it bears a plaque:


This was the Tyne Cot Blockhouse
Captured by the 3rd Australian Division
4 October 1917


A world away in the Middle East, the Anzacs fought a vastly different war.
The Turks had effectively been driven out of the Sinai Peninsula and seaward approaches to the Suez Canal.
But they held a fortified defensive line running from Gaza near the Mediterranean Coast towards the town of Beersheba, 45 kilometres inland to the South East.
Any allied advance into central Palestine was blocked.
Two costly assaults in March and April 1917 failed to capture Gaza.
Craving a fresh offensive, General Sir Edmund Allenby arrived to command the Egyptian Expeditionary Force.
An artillery and naval bombardment of Gaza would mislead the Turks into expecting a frontal assault.
Meanwhile, a flanking move against Beersheba presented the Turks with a feint, but would be the main attack.
The dramatic charge by the Australian Light Horse at Beersheba on 31 October was the climactic opening to the 3rd Battle of Gaza.
On the morning of 31 October, 3 British Divisions supported by 100 artillery guns attacked Beersheba. The well-fortified Turks resisted ferociously, slowing the Allied advance to a standstill.
Mid-afternoon it was obvious that the town had to be taken before sunset or face failure for lack of water.
Beersheba’s 17 wells were deep.
Allenby instructed General Harry Chauvel to take Beersheba.
Chauvel ordered Brigadier General William Grant’s 4th Light Horse Brigade “straight in”.
The NSW 12th Light Horse Regiment would take the town with the relatively untested Victorian 4th.
In lengthening late afternoon shadows, one of history’s great cavalry-style charges was about to take place.
But these were mounted riflemen - no swords or lances.
Some slung rifles over their backs, riding bayonet in hand. Others couched rifles beneath arms, bayonets fixed, stock braced against the thigh.
Their mounts were mostly ‘Walers’ – hardy, stocky, sure of foot and able to carry heavy loads long distances. The tired horses were desperate for water.
Six kilometres from Beersheba, hidden from the Turks by a low ridge across a front of 1100 metres, 800 Light Horsemen formed up.
By squadrons in three lines, 300 to 500 metres apart, they were ready.
Saddle-worn, overloaded and parched, the horses began to fidget, tossing their heads. They’d caught the excitement.
At 4.30 pm they moved forward at a slow trot.
Cresting the ridge, the formation tightened and began to canter. A kilometre on they were in a gallop, 5 metres apart.
Two kilometres from the town, it was on - a reckless, headlong charge down the long gentle slope to Beersheba.
The thirst crazed horses pinned back their ears and flared their nostrils, eyes widened, heads outstretched and mouths frothing, tails flying.
Turkish rifles, machine guns and artillery opened fire. Bullets twitched the horses’ ears. Horses and men at the front fell.
Expecting the Light Horse to stop and dismount to attack, the Turks held most fire until too late.
As the first wave approached the trenches, the Turks opened up with everything including grenades.
The official historian, Henry Gullet described the Light Horse sweeping over the deep, wide trenches like ‘steeple chasers’.
As they did, Turks slashed at the horses’ bellies with bayonets.
Some Australians dismounted and fought in savage hand to hand battles. Others rode on into Beersheba.
By nightfall the town, wells, reservoirs and ammunition dumps were captured and horses watered.
The Australian Light Horse had ridden not only into Beersheba, but to history.
The charge captured the war weary world’s imagination.
Gullet wrote:
The enemy was beaten by the shear recklessness of the charge, rather than by the very limited fighting powers of this handful of Australians.
One soldier said:
It was the horses that did it; those marvellous bloody horses.
Grant proudly told his men:
(This is) the greatest cavalry ride in the history of warfare
Victory had cost 31 Australians dead, 36 wounded and 70 horses dead.
The capture of Beersheba turned the eastern flank of the Turkish defensive line. Gaza fell to the British on 7 November as the Turks withdrew to Palestine.
It is tempting, human beings that we are, to settle for the broad brushstrokes of history.
Our comfortable lives breed easy indifference to individual sacrifices made in our name, devotion to duty and Australia.
Trooper Robert Morley was killed in the Charge.
A 26 year old farm hand from Taralgon, on reading the Gallipoli casualty lists in 1915, he enlisted with his brother Charlie.
Buried the day after the charge, a grave marker plate was made from an old tank by his Warrant Officer, Jim French.
His widowed mother, Sarah saw five of her children die at home during the war.
She had already given five of her sons to the AIF.
George had been killed at Pozieres, Robert at Bersheeba. Edward died of wounds at Bullecourt while Archie, severely wounded, returned to Australia.
Charlie returned home on compassionate grounds in 1918.
Sarah chose the epitaph for Robert’s headstone at the Bersheeba war cemetery.

GREATER LOVE HATH NO MAN
HE LAID DOWN HIS LIFE FOR HIS FRIENDS

As the Morely tragedy unfolded, Passchendaele shattered the Seabrooks in Petersham, Sydney.
William and Fanny Seabrook had given their three eldest sons, George, Theo and William to the AIF.
On the 20th of September 1917 – one hundred years ago, in the battle of the Menin Road, the 17th Battalion attacked near the village of Westhoek.
Lieutenant William Seabrook was hit by a phosphorous shell that killed or wounded the full section of the platoon he was leading.
In the early hours as William was stretchered from the battlefield, George and Theo were both hit by a single artillery shell - killed instantly.
George was 25 and Theo, a year younger.
William died a short time later. In the breast pocket of his tunic was a photograph of his mother, Fanny. The fragment that killed him had gone through the photo.
He was 21 years old.
One day, one family, three sons – all dead.
George and Theo’s bodies were never found. Their names are on the Menin Gate Memorial to the missing in Ieper (Ypres). Two of 6,191 Australians so named.
At her kitchen table, Fanny Seabrook penned William’s epitaph for the grave she would never see in the Lijssenthoek cemetery:

A WILLING SACRIFICE
FOR THE WORLD’S PEACE

Despairing, she wrote to the authorities about Theo and George:
….if you could explain to me we would be much obliged….. losing three sons in one battle…we are heartbroken.
In a later letter to her member of parliament:
Having given our three boys as a sacrifice to the country…. I will never recover….my husband is a complete wreck…I have put my property up for sale….there is no other way. Mr Seabrook has been raving about our three boys and has delusions….please pardon me for telling you all these things, but I have no one to confide in.
In 1928, Fanny Seabrook was among the 1 million Australians who clogged the streets of our towns and cities to glimpse William Longstaff’s painting, Menin Gate at Midnight.
That was the closest she and they would ever get to the dead son, husband or father.
In May 1928, the friend of an Australian mother, inconsolably grieving her missing, only son wrote asking for a photograph of the Menin Gate:
…his mother is very old and feeble and it would give her great …comfort, to know her son’s name is inscribed among those heroes and is not forgotten….. He was all she had.
Years later, Charles Bean wrote:
….many a youngster when he was hit out there at Passchendaele… in his last few minutes of life, when he knew that the end had come….thought: “well….at least they’ll remember me in Australia”.
And we do.
The daily Last Post Ceremony at the Australian War Memorial is our offering, to give meaning where there is none.
This simple gesture, including reading of the life, love, service, suffering and loss of just one of them, is our national tribute.
It is an expression of loss, suffering and love reaching into us all.
Pilgrims bound by a single, reverent emotion pause with awkward humility as stillness descends.
The Last Post sounded in the commemorative area, cloaked by the Roll of Honour, arrests the soul.
The silence that surrounds it is the most powerful sound heard.
In that silence, I always look up to the names of these young lives - silent witnesses to the future they have given us.
I am reminded that we are all equal in death.
I am reminded that we are Australians, that there are truths by which we live that are worth fighting to defend.
As the doors of the Tomb of the Unknown Australian Soldier close, we are stirred by the most fragile yet powerful of human emotions - hope.
We are all driven to believe in a better future. Sustaining that precious belief, we honour them best by the way we live our lives and shape our nation.
Sarah Morley and Fanny Seabrook, in their despair and inconsolable grief, asked, ‘why?’
In the tragedies of 1917, the Seabrook brothers, Robert Morley made their ‘willing sacrifice for a better world’ and ‘the love of friends’.
A century on, they ask of every Australian, are we prepared to make our sacrifices for others and for a better world?
In reflection Bean wrote:
Wherever they fought – the Australians were sustained by a belief in their worth.
We are Australians defined less by our constitution than we are by our values and our beliefs, the way we relate to one another and see our place in the world.
We are shaped most by our triumphs and our failures; our heroes and villains; the way we have endured adversity and how we will face adversities coming, responding to new, emerging and unseen horizons.
From this worst year, we emerged with a greater belief in ourselves and a deeper understanding of what it means to be - Australian.
For we are young, and we are free.

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