"We should just get rid of them"

I was told yesterday. 

In between the heavy showers someone was out there "clearing up the mess the trees leave". He was not a happy man at all. 

There are some lovely street trees around here. There are not nearly enough in my view. This man thought there were too many. 

I know this man by sight, not name. I know his wife in the same way. She is one of those meek women who does as she is told. He's a bully. No, he has never hit her but I suspect he abuses her in ways neither of them recognise. 

He likes everything to be absolutely neat and orderly. Their "garden" is mostly paving with a patch of lawn and some rose bushes pruned to within an inch of their lives. I have never seen the back garden but I would guess it is more paving and a little lawn. He has complained to the neighbours about their trees.

The trees he was complaining about though are two street trees. They are both London plane trees and they are genuinely lovely trees. So what if they drop their leaves for winter? In summer they are home to a lot of bird life. As I pedal past on a hot day it is noticeably cooler under those trees. More than once I have seen older people just stopping for a moment or two beneath them. Young children race around them. One of the local boys climbed one last summer. It was not done out of mischief but to rescue a small kite belonging to a much younger child. A mother and child were picking up leaves and counting a couple of days ago. A friend who "scrapbooks" searched among the leaves for "that perfect leaf". 

Most people probably go past without noticing anything in particular but they would notice if the trees were not there. The idea of simply "getting rid of them" is not something I ever want to contemplate. 

I have been advocating for more trees for almost as long as I can remember. They make a vast difference to the urban landscape. We could cease all the "global warming" discussions if we planted enough trees and other greenery. Yes, it has to be right sort of tree, the right sort of greenery but once it is there it makes a difference. It can make ten or more degrees of difference on a hot day. We use less power to cool ourselves when there are trees there. 

We need more trees. The power demands of the AI centres mean we will need even more trees than before. The idea of getting rid of perfectly healthy and very useful trees just because they drop some leaves frightens me.  I pedalled on without comment.   

There is transport chaos this morning

and the weather is very damp with it. 

The news is telling us that two of our train lines have been closed because someone has been hit at a junction. There are no "substitute" buses available. People have been told to catch the regular buses. 

I am concerned for the person who has been hit. I am concerned for the person who hit them too. I will always be concerned because, years ago now, I had a conversation with a train driver who had hit a child. The child did not survive. There was no fault on the train driver's part. You simply cannot stop a train when a child, fooling around, falls off the platform in front of you as you are pulling in. The driver was completely exonerated and still felt responsible. He almost gave up driving at the time and, years later, the incident still caused him deep anguish. He had gone back to work but never drove that route again.

I wonder what will happen this time. It is not the sort of thing most people will think about I suppose. They will, for the most part, be annoyed their morning commute has been disrupted.

I used that line recently. I actually caught the return train at the station where the incident occurred. There is a major road leading to and from the city to the port area no more than two hundred metres away. Buses travel along that road but there would need to be additional buses. Those buses already on the route do not travel half empty in peak hour. They are already carrying maximum loads. The "advice" to use them is not going to be a great deal of help to most people.  

Not even all the buses are running. There are two routes that come in this direction. One does a loop around the city. The other goes to a seaside suburb and then loops further around.  They cannot go where they need to go either. 

Add in the road works and another "incident" and the chaos has increased to a level rarely seen. People in this city and surrounding suburbs are not used to this. The long commutes of people who live in some other cities are something some people simply are not used to and not prepared to tolerate.    

That said the disruption could have been minimised. There should be a plan in place to deal with such a contingency. We do not have a big rail network. 

I am fortunate, very fortunate. There was a message this morning informing me "Meeting cancelled". I am very glad not to be going out into all the chaos.  

"Would you want to go caving?"

was the question being asked me in the supermarket yesterday. There were two men discussing the attempts to rescue the men stuck in a cave system in Laos. 

One of these two men apparently knew the man from this state who had gone to help with the rescue. Neither man knew much about "caving" but neither wanted to do it. 

I hope they did not realise how much even the question made me feel shaky. I do not like very small, dark spaces. The idea of being in dark, wet, cold place where you can barely move and there is rough rock around you is the stuff of nightmares. Why do people want to do it?

It rates along with climbing Mt Everest or rowing across the Pacific in a rubber dinghy for me. I will never do any of these things. I would not want to do them even if I had the physical capacity to do them.

My parents took us on a caravan trip to the neighbouring state one year. It was not quite a holiday. The Senior Cat had a two day conference at the other end. Mum was checking out the then boarding school for the children of Christian Scientists. She wanted us to go there. We did not want to go but, if the money had been there, my brother and I would have been dispatched to it. Fortunately the idea never came to anything. I think we really would have run away if she had succeeded. 

Perhaps it was that visit and the awareness of a certain tension between our parents that made the trip to the caves more stressful. There had been no argument. They did not argue. I suppose the Senior Cat knew there was no real likelihood of us being sent off to any boarding school in another state. The money simply would not be there. Mum's parents had no money and nobody else was going to pay for it. Mum got as far as the deposit for me and no further. She must have paid for it herself. I remember seeing the uniform list that was sent. Perhaps the association with that memory is part of the next.

On the way back we took it slowly towing a tiny caravan. We came along the coastline and then inland slightly. There was the "Blue Lake" and then, a bit further along, there were the caves. In those days you could just go in and out with a local person to show you. The caves were nothing like the caves the men were trapped in but they are still caves. They are dark and damp and all the stalactites and stalagmites in the world did not make it "beautiful" for me. I hated it. Mum insisted I went on into it, that I walked (or stumbled) around it. She gave us all a lesson on how they were formed and why they were so significant. I hated every minute of it. I was just told, "Don't be so silly. If you don't stop behaving like that now I will..." I cannot remember what the proposed punishment was. I was probably too frightened by then.

My brother backed me. I remember him saying, "It was horrible in there. I don't ever want to be a cave man." 

I have no doubt my mother genuinely believed she was providing us with an experience that we would appreciate. She had visited the caves as a child and apparently enjoyed the experience. That any of us might not feel the same way almost certainly would have surprised her. 

I remember the wonderful sensation of coming outside again. The sky was a solid blue. The air was warm. It was a different sort of quiet. I could hear the birds. There were all sorts of colours around me again. It felt so much safer. 

We went on to the place where we would be spending the night. I watched the road and counted fence posts and tried not to think of the caves. Mum was still rather cross with us. We were told we did not appreciate how lucky we were. Perhaps we did not - or perhaps we did.

That evening Mum sent my brother and me off to the shower block of the caravan park. She could see us from where we had to go I suppose. It was growing dark by then but that did not bother us. I can remember my brother saying, "I am never never never going in another cave." I could only fervently agree.  

 

The "APY" lands

or. more accurately, the Anangu Pitjantjatjara Yankunytjatjara lands, are a vast area of land in this state on which a sparse but diverse group of "indigenous" people live.

They have been variously run by this group and that group and this organisation and that organisation over many years. Millions upon millions of dollars  have been poured into programs designed to assist those involved. Nothing has worked.

Recently the government stepped in again, took over the administration, and appointed yet another person to try and sort out the issues surrounding domestic violence, child neglect, housing, health, employment and more. Yesterday my good friend M... told me the new "manager", just six months into the job, had been "sacked" by the "board" which is supposed to be responsible. They claim they had the right to do this because there had been fifty-five complaints levelled against him. He claims he has been trying to prevent the unauthorised use of public money intended for the people who are intended to benefit from it.

M... knows a great deal more about this sort of thing than I do and he is of the opinion the manager has uncovered more than one thing the board would like to remain hidden. This sort of problem is nothing new. It is not just poor management but a multitude of other things too. 

Years ago now an indigenous woman I knew was awarded a large sum in compensation following a road accident. The money was intended to be used to turn a small home for her into an accessible one in which she could live independently. She was hoping to be able to go back to work as a result of this. Her legal team was helping. 

They did not take into account her extended, very extended, family. They descended. They arrived at the house. She had housing? Of course she had to share it. She had money? They wanted a share. This was how things worked if you are indigenous. You are expected to "share" any "good fortune".  

The reverse is not true. Her very extended family had no intention of helping her. They simply moved in. She came to a meeting about other issues in absolute despair. How was she going to make them leave so that she could actually use the house? The police could do nothing. A court order would simply be ignored. 

What happened in the end was something which should not have needed to happen. She asked the Public Trustee to take care of the money she had been awarded so that she had no control over it herself. Then her government based employer moved in and transferred her from the country region she lived in to the city where she was moved into a tiny but accessible unit. She went back to work but the move was made at the cost of her ties to her family. How dare she keep the compensation to herself? This was family. She was supposed to look after them.

When I have told people this they simply do not believe me. It is the same when other people who knew her do the same. Others simply do not want to believe this is "how things work", that ideas about "sharing" are not the same as most of us have been brought up to believe. 

This is the sort of thing that administrators in the APY lands and elsewhere are up against. Nobody is willing to question such ideas because they are considered to be "cultural". If money is being misused in the APY lands then this is not the way they see it. It will be considered reasonable by some. It is there. It is to be used. If some benefit more than others then it is because they have some sort of status or power within their community. They do not see this as wrong. It is simply the way things are intended to be. 

Administering money in the APY lands according to our values is something which would harm what is left of their languages, their cultural practices and their community. How do you manage that?   

Victimhood is wonderful

if you can get people to side with you and tell you how awful it is that people "hate" you for being "A" or "X" or "something". It gets you so much attention. People feel sorry for you. They tell you that. You might even get some money for  your "hurt" feelings.

I had a good friend here yesterday. She was upset because someone had just said something very nasty to her. Yes, she was hurt but she is also a sensible person.

I know her well enough to leave her to make her own cup of tea while I went on line to see if the book she wanted was available on any second-hand site. I found the book. I asked if she was prepared to pay what the seller was asking and ordered the book. She wanted to pay me there and then. I told her no. 

"I trust you," I told her. I do trust her. She will pick up ten cents and look around to see if someone has dropped it. If there is nobody around she will put it in the charity box. She is that sort of person.

We sat at the table for a bit and talked. She has family in Israel and family in Ukraine. Her children were born here. They have never been to either place. They are not likely to go at present.

"I am not sure they will ever go," she told me sadly. "I would like for them to see but not to live. This is the best country for them."

And for her? It is so much harder. She will not see her home countries again. Her accent tells everyone she is an incomer. She and her late husband worked eighty hour weeks in the business her two sons now run. They never made themselves out to be "victims" when they came with no more than the clothes they were wearing. The problem is that she is Jewish and that is apparently some sort of sin. It is an even greater sin because they succeeded, through hard work, in owning a successful business. Her house is "nice". It is in a "good area". For anyone else this would be "success" but she is Jewish and it is somehow "wrong". Why? 

I know there is a stronger "antisemitism" movement here than many people want to recognise. There are people I know who have surprised me at their views. When I have tried to tell them that by no means all Jews, especially Jews here, support what the Israeli government is doing they just shrug and tell me "they are all the same" and "they feel entitled". Really? 

The person who came to see me yesterday is Jewish but she had just finished her regular time in a Christian charity shop which does a great deal to support Muslim refugees.  The person who berated her was of a different faith who sees themselves as a victim because they could not have something for nothing.  

Think about that.

Men can get pregnant?

 I am reeling from this. Really? Is it actually possible? This is seismic!

According to our "Sex Discrimination Commissioner" this is possible and biological men need to be protected from "potential discrimination" because of it. 

Like Senator Cash I obviously missed out on a vital lesson or two at school. I had no idea it was possible for men to become pregnant and be the victims of potential discrimination because of it. 

No, this is not a joke. I heard the verbal exchange.  

I have had dealings with the Human Rights and Equal Opportunity Commission in the past. These have been in relation to disability discrimination. I have found HREOC of little help but they have not stooped to this level of absurdity. 

There is plenty out there in the media about this story. It has "gone viral" as they say. I leave it up to you to chase the story. I have better things to do with my time than listen to Dr Cody repeat this sort of nonsense.

Actually I need to catch up on what did not get done yesterday because the trike had a front wheel flat. I was stuck waiting for an and a half for an Access Cab to get it to the bike shop. The driver was very nice about it. The bike shop man was even nicer because he said, "I'll do it straightaway. I know you need it." 

Now if HREOC could be as sensible and efficient as the man in the bike shop we might get somewhere.   

Voting in local council elections

closes on November 11 this year. The process begins much earlier than that. 

We need to be on the electoral roll for the council by the 31st of July and nominations need to be in by the 8th of September. Information about the candidates will come a little later.

I am wondering if our current Mayor will stand again. It is almost certain she will. In the past she has tried to use her position as Mayor as a springboard into a seat on North Terrace - the location of the state government. It did not succeed. She has had to satisfy herself with being the president of the state's local government organisation instead. 

It is still a rather powerful position. Being Mayor is quite a powerful position too. It is particularly so in an area where people are can afford to be "environmentally conscious" and concerned with issues which are not the direct concern of local government. 

Under the leadership of our current Mayor there has been a dramatic shift to the left. Concerns about "rates, roads and rubbish" have given away to other concerns. Money has been spent on

(1) renaming areas with what are said to be the names used by local tribes and

(2) running classes in what is said to be the local indigenous language and

(3) sessions on how to play a didgeridoo and

(4) classes in traditional basketry.

All these were "indigenous" initiatives which, along with the proposed donation to the Voice to Parliament referendum, have been intended to bring about some sort of "reconciliation". The renaming of areas has been expensive and there is no evidence that the names being used are correct. People find them difficult to remember. The library complex in the hills is consistently referred to by the name of the suburb, not the indigenous name. The supposed local indigenous language is a modern invention built out of what was believed to be used by a small group of plains people before white settlement. The languages spoken in the hills behind me were not the same. The didgeridoo was not known here. It comes from an entirely different part of the country. Traditional basketry comes from an area more than one hundred kilometres away and well outside the council area. All these things cost money, money collected from rates, but they sound good.

The Mayor has also claimed credit for the solar power initiatives and the battery scheme. It has cost taxpayers a great deal but is said to be in line with claims about climate change and the moves to net zero. It is the sort of move which is popular among those with two incomes and children at school. Our Mayor also went off to the climate change conference in South America at our expense. 

These are just a few of the things for which the Mayor has managed to get councillors to vote. I have no doubt we will hear more about these "initiatives" and how "successful" they have been. 

I saw the previous Mayor in the shopping centre a short while back. He doesn't think he will try again. He has failed to win back the position twice now. He knows he is up against a powerful cohort of the Mayor's supporters. They tend to be left wing zealots. They will tell us that "roads, rates and rubbish" are important but they believe that "educating" people about "indigenous culture" and "the environment" are more important. Their streets are being repaved and their footpaths are being repaired. When the community bus does not run through lack of volunteers to drive it then the elderly can "get a taxi". They have views about the proposed housing development on the land owned by the organisation which runs sheltered employment. For them it is simply a matter of those who live there now finding rental accommodation "somewhere else". 

Our country is outrageously over governed. We do not need pseudo-indigenous names and activities. We need help for the intellectually disabled who will have nowhere to go in the area they know. We do not need to rename roads. We need roads without potholes.