Weekend reads: David Bowie’s ‘The Next Day’

For this week’s weekend reads I was hoping to be able to do a review of a documentary shown a couple of weeks ago on BBC/The ABC called ‘David Bowie: 5 years in the making of an icon’. I was deeply disappointed though to realise that I was too late, and that it had already been taken off ABC’s iView and I cannot seem to find it anywhere. So, I thought I would stick with the theme and instead do a delayed review Bowie’s latest album ‘The Next Day’. 

I have been a big fan of David Bowie for years. Even since my mother introduced me to his music whilst I was in high school I have been thoroughly obsessed. In fact, for my 24th Birthday I had a ‘David Bowie’ themed party (see pic).

Dressed as Bowie in The Labyrinth at my Bowie Party
Dressed as Bowie in The Labyrinth at my Bowie Party

 The thing about Bowie is not just that he had a catalogue of amazing music. Look through his 40 years of music and you cannot help but love what he has produced. From classic glam rock albums such as Ziggy Stardust, to more soulful pieces such as Young Americans, to great 80s pop such as Let’s Dance. Even his recent albums – the odd electronica of Outside, and the modern pop of Reality have been classics in their won way. Bar a couple there is something amazing about everything Bowie has done. But it’s not just his music. To love Bowie you also have to love his life – a trailblazer in gay music and identity, someone who broke down the barriers of gender presentation, and a versatile character. With Bowie you never knew what you’re going to get next. Every year is different, every decade he is something different. 

Starting to enjoy Bowie only in the mid naughties however I missed all of this. I had to catch up. By the time I started listening to him his latest album ‘Reality’ had already been released, and he had already completed his tour (finished early due to a heart attack). Bowie was staying out of the spotlight, and whilst everyone hoped he would produce more music, it seemed unlikely. The story seemed to be over. No more shocks. No more music. No more changes. And so I had to experience it through the past – after the characters had already been revealed.

I cannot explain how excited I was therefore when Bowie announced that he would be releasing a new album this year called ‘The Next Day’. For those of you who don’t remember, Bowie announced the album on his 66th birthday, simultaneously releasing his first single ‘Where Are We Now?’. 

The legend was back, and following a career of shocks and shifts, he continued that trend. You can’t really appreciate The Next Day without appreciated the circumstances in which it came about – in fact I could say that for most of Bowie’s albums. As with most of his work, the story and character behind the album is just as important as the music itself. 

And The Next Day produced a new character in Bowie, one that I think no one ever thought could exist again. Apparently Bowie, and his producer, Tony Visconti, had been working on The Next Day in studios for 2 years, yet no one had any clue of its release until the day it was announced. Since its announcement, Bowie has made basically no public appearances. Whilst Visconti has done interviews, I still haven’t found one for Bowie. No TV appearances, no magazine interviews, no radio shows, no concerts. An album without all the fanfare of modern music. 

In doing so Bowie has once again broken down barriers and created a new character that exists almost no where within the music industry. Whilst in the past he was challenging norms around gender and sexuality, with The Next Day, he has taken on the music industry, and more importantly a world in which nothing is private and fame is considered essential to success. Bowie, a legend in the music scene, someone who could make millions off interviews and concerts, has stayed back in the backgrounds and avoided the crowds. He has stayed as a recluse, allowing the music to do the talking. And boy has it done the talking.

You can see how this ‘character’ has played out in the music. In the early stages of his career, and in particular around his ‘Berlin phase’ of music (a phase in the later seventies that covered the albums Low, Lodger and Heroes), Bowie was certainly not the ‘superstar’ artist that he would be considered now. His music was critically acclaimed, but he was not a commercial superstar. It was not until the 80s that he managed this fate with Let’s Dance – after the seventies – the period most would argue was when he produced his most influential music. 

The Next Day feels as though it is aiming to return back to that time – both through his approach to the album and the music itself. The first release is the greatest tell-tale sign. ‘Where are we know?’ (see film clip below) is clearly a reflection on Bowie’s time in Berlin, both through the lyrics and the film clip. 

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QWtsV50_-p4&w=560&h=315]

I have to say I was surprised, and a little concerned, when ‘Where are we know?’ was released as the first single. The song is certainly not the best on the album, and I felt a fear that if it was the best Bowie could provide then ‘The Next Day’ would bomb. 

The Next Day
The Next Day album cover

But again, ‘Where are we now?’ was part of the play of the album. With its most direct links to Berlin, ‘Where are we now?’ singled what the album was going to be like – a return to the Berlin roots in a modern day setting. You could see it in the film clip – Bowie’s face today traveling through the places he spent his time in the city – the modern man returning to the venue of some of his greatest work. We saw it again with the release of the album cover – a remake of the famous cover of ‘Heroes’, with a white square across the face with the words ‘The Next Day’ emblazened across it (see image).

And this is what Bowie has produced. A modern day version of his classic Berlin albums. With a little bit more of a rock theme, Bowie takes back on a journey to the late 70s. He leads in with ‘The Next Day’ (see film clip below), with what feels like a direct reflection on his drug filled times in Berlin. In the song, Bowie sings:

“Here I am
Not quite dying
My body left to rot in a hollow tree
Its branches throwing shadows
On the gallows for me
And the next day
And the next
And another day”

A direct reflection on his times in Berlin, but one that looks forward to the modern day. 

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7wL9NUZRZ4I&w=560&h=315]  

Bowie keeps the theme of drugs going in songs such as ‘I’d rather be high’, with obvious implications. 

In ‘The stars (are out tonight), (see film clip below), Bowie returns to issues around gender and sexuality, bringing in Tilda Swinton as the star in the film clip. In the clip, Bowie, and Swinton (who acts as Bowie’s partner) go about their normal days until two ‘celebrities’ invade their house and drug them. In doing so they go up against a character, who also happens to be played by Swinton (I believe – but I may be wrong on that), who looks very much like Bowie in his early years. It’s a clear reflection on Bowie’s early life, the role of drugs and sexuality, and a questioning of fame. 

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gH7dMBcg-gE&w=560&h=315]

In Valentine’s Day, Bowie brings back a ‘strangeness’ (it’s the only word I can find) that was a strong part of his earlier work. In the film clip sits in what looks like an empty warehouse playing the guitar by himself, slowly building up the intensity in his face. It becomes quite spooky as his eyes grow darker and deeper and you can see the intensity build. It reminds heavily of the work in Heroes in particular – a darkness that can send shivers down your spine. (Interestingly some suggest that this song is about a shooting on Valentine’s Day and a direct attack on the NRA – bringing in politics that Bowie has never been scared to shy away from). I feel something similar in the last song of the album ‘Heat’ – a song that very much brings me back to Heroes. 

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S4R8HTIgHUU&w=560&h=315]

These are just some of the songs that make the album great. I find it hard to criticise any of the songs – there is nothing you want to skip, and most importantly nothing that you would want to take out of the album. 

And here is the thing that makes this album such genius. The themes that run throughout it – fame, gender, drugs, obscurity, challenging culture – they are the sorts of themes Bowie has played around with his entire life (among many others). In some ways I could see how people could think he has run out of ideas. 

But that’s not what happens here. Because whilst Bowie is re-examining the themes of the past he is doing so with a future focus. Tony Visconti said that the album is ‘of a piece’ with Bowie’s 1979 album Lodger. That is how I see it too – a unique mix of music that gets better with almost every listen. It is astonishing how much more you learn about it every time. But whilst it reflects heavily on Bowie’s Berlin works, he does so in the only way he can – through creating a new character – one that is of the past and the future at the same time. He plays with his vocal performance throughout. He builds songs slowly, and then hits you in the face. He creates music that is long lasting, rather an instant. He creates a modern album that also brings back everything good from his past.

In The Next Day, Bowie does what he has done well for decades. It is not an album full of number one hits. But that is never what Bowie has done. It is instead a classic that will grow on us all – even almost 6 months after its release. 

 

A week in and I am sick of it

It’s been less a week. Less than a week into the election and I am completely sick of it. Actually – sadly enough – I’m pretty sure we’re all sick of it.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I love politics. I love engaging in debates about issues and political theory and I am truly passionate about who will lead our country for the next three years. I’m really passionate about ensuring it is the right people and I will spend the next weeks campaign hard to ensure that is the case. The issues at stake in this campaign aren’t just important, but they are essential to our future.

But god it has been an awful week. We’ve seen two more than ridiculous front covers from the Daily Telegraph. Yesterday’s (the Hogan Heroes cover) attack on the ALP was all because apparently because having a beer with a former colleague is  the worst of all sins. It seems like we’ve all decided it’s a sin, but no one has the capacity to say why. Well, I guess Christopher Pyne did – according to him Albanese and Thomson were potentially discussing deals for the next hung Parliament. Because yes, they would do that in a pub where they can be photographed. And then there was the hair sniffing incident (to be fair I tweeted about that), and of course the hair flicking. Our future Deputy Prime Minister said that she was worried about our Prime Minister’s ‘state of mind’. And of course, we had the articles that tried to create controversy because Kevin Rudd apparently avoided traveling to Lindsay yesterday because of a gaffe by the local member. Hey, we even have a page now where we can look at all the gaffes of the past, as if they are really important. And, and don’t forget the incessant Tweeting yesterday from politicians and journalists alike, commenting that the election of Peter Beattie into the House of Representatives will create future leadership tensions for the ALP from day one. It seemed like tension between Beattie and Rudd was the only thing we could talk about.

Fucking hell, what an awful week.

I think we’re all sick of it. I know so many people who have just had enough. I have never seen a community that is so despondent, and I think we all feel it. Predictions of the percentage of people who will vote informally are sky high. And it’s not that people have stopped caring – I’m pretty sure we all still care. But we are all just sick of the ridiculous trivia – whether it is politicians spending all their attacking each other, or the media spending all their time talking about leadership tensions, hair sniffing and beers with former colleagues.

But do you know what I am sick of more? The excuses. We all, politicians, journalists and public alike know that there is something wrong here. We all know that people have had enough. That we’ve lost the essential focus on policy. That we’ve lost the debate we need. Yet we all blame someone else.

Just have a look at the politicians. In 2010 it was Tony Abbott who said that we need to have a ‘kinder, gentler polity’. Yes, the same Tony Abbott who spent the last three years attacking Julia Gillard (in particular) for everything under the sun – the most negative campaign I have ever seen. The vitriol has been shocking. Coming back into power Kevin Rudd called out for young people to get back engaged into politics, and when he announced the election called out Tony Abbott for his negative campaigning. The same ALP that has a stream of negative attack ads at the top of their Youtube account.

But it’s worse than that – for years politicians have been complaining about the media coverage – that they simply don’t get the coverage of the policy that they so desparately put out. Our former Finance Minister Lindsay Tanner even wrote a book about it (I haven’t read it). Yes, the same politicians (obviously not Lindsay Tanner) who spent years attacking Craig Thomson, Peter Slipper and Julia Gillard’s dealings with the AWU. The same politicians who just spent the last three years infighting incessantly over leadership.

But journalists, you’re not going to get off scott free. We’ve heard it a lot in the past few years – the cuts, and deadlines, and increasing pressure have all made journalism extremely difficult. And I have no doubt that this is the case. Journalism is not an easy job.

Well do you know what? No one forced you to all spend a significant amount of questions on Wednesday, and newspaper inches yesterday on a casual beer. No one forced you write articles about Beattie’s and Rudd’s potential leadership tensions instead of what sort of experience Beattie may bring to a future Government. You may have been given the leaks from politicians, but nobody forced you to write and/or publish articles continuing speculation on the ALP’s, and more recently the Coalition’s, leadership. And even though there is a lot of policy detail to cover, and I appreciate the time constraints, that doesn’t mean you can’t ask questions. Hey, the Business Spectator have already developed a list of climate change policy questions you could ask Tony Abbott. How about we start with those? I’m sure we could all work together to develop some more.

And to the public. I’m sick of it. You’re sick of it. We’re all sick of it. But that doesn’t mean we have to give up. It’s about time we all started to demand better. It’s about time we stopped, said ‘no’, and demanded a new way (to steal an election slogan). And we can do it. There are plenty of politicians who don’t engage in the mud slinging and genuinely care about policy (these politicians comes from all parties). Maybe we could vote them in? There are plenty of journalists and news sites as well who are genuinely focused on the issues – I reckon we could start paying them more attention and giving up on the others.

It can be easy just to give up. I know I feel like it. But instead we need to demand better. It is the only option we have.

The end of the homosexual or the rebirth of gay liberation: Dennis Altman’s The End of the Homosexual?

Orginally published in Crikey 9 August 2013. 

In 1971, academic and queer activist Dennis Altman wrote the bookHomosexual: Oppression and Liberation. Positioned between the riots at Stonewall in 1969 and the expansion of the gay liberation movement in the 70s and 80s, Homosexual was in many ways before its time. Altman managed to predict the key trends within the queer movement and propose ways we can create community out of shared sexual identity – propositions that have often been followed through.

This year, Altman has followed up Homosexual with a sequel – The End of the Homosexual?

The question of the title comes directly from Altman’s original work. InHomosexual, Altman posited that a ‘homosexual identity’ had been developed through the ‘coming out’ of homosexuals. Seeking community and solidarity, homosexuals moved into the ‘gayworld’, defined by its queer spaces, and in turn created a distinct ‘homosexual identity’ defined by centuries of oppression. As coming out continued however, and oppression turned to acceptance, Altman argued that this distinct identity would eventually disappear. As we discard sexual ‘norms’, a new world would be opened up that doesn’t label people through their sexuality. In other words, as homosexuality becomes accepted into our society, sexuality will no longer form the basis of our identity. Altman argued that this would be ‘the end of the homosexual’. Now, 40 years later, The End of the Homosexual? reflects on this thesis, asking whether the ‘end of the homosexual’ has happened or is near.

You can read the full article at crikey.com.au 

Can we just give up the pretence of a ‘balanced’ media

Well, one day of the election campaign is over. And media bias has already become a hot topic, after the Daily Telegraph ran a front cover with the headline “Finally, you now have the chance to kick this mob out” (pictured below).

Daily Telegraph

We’ve all known that the Daily Telegraph is highly conservative for a while now. Yet for some reason, yesterday’s paper brought up the same old tired debates about ‘balance’ in our media, and questions of what happened to ‘good old objective journalism’.

And I understand why. A desire for a balanced media makes sense in an abstract world. If we get all the ‘facts’ in a paper people can then make up their own mind on the issues. “We report, you decide”. And I can also see the concern about the impact of a newspaper as popular as the Daily Telegraph – a lot of the reaction is based on fear of what impact such a headline will have.

But I cannot help but question this  desire for a ‘balanced media’.

Let’s start with the obvious – journalists are inherently subjective. We are all born into different worlds and lifestyles and therefore have different viewpoints. To think that we can simply get rid of this the day we become a journalist is foolish at best. As Antony Loweinstein argues:

They (journalists) are humans like everybody else, not exactly a shocking revelation, with experiences and perspectives that shape their world view.

We are long past journalists being able to say with a straight face that they’re simply reporting the news as they see it. Objectivity only ever existed in the minds of the deluded.

Journalists, and (more importantly) owners of news agencies are people, and have their own bias (and power base to protect). And we cannot expect that this will change simply because they work in or own a newspaper. And this highlights the much broader problem – that ‘balance’ is a completely unrealistic goal. And that’s simply because there is no real such thing as balance – the whole idea is objective in itself. Look at one of the more curious developments in Australian journalism recently and you can see for yourself.

One of the most interesting things about journalism in recent months has been the growth of ‘fact-checking’ websites. We’ve seen Politifact, the ABC’s fact-checker, Crikey’s fact-checker, The Conversation’s fact-checker and now ‘facts fight back’. But the most interesting thing watching all of this is how controversial these fact checking sites have been. In the early days of Politifact we saw a significant debate over their decision to rate an ALP claim that because of the Government ‘penalty rates cannot be stripped away’ as ‘false’. The same problems have arisen with its US counterpart – with criticism a couple of years ago against their decision to make the Democrats argument that the Republicans budget would be the ‘end of Medicare’ the ‘lie of the year’.

These criticisms highlight a very simple point – that facts are subjective. Fact-checking sites are not some magical ‘objective’ agency – but come with their own bias and approach. Even in a site that is supposed to increase ‘balance’ of reporting, that balance is extremely contestable.

And we can make the same argument about any form of journalism. Fundamentally the idea of balance itself is subjective – what I considered balanced may be very different to what somebody else considered balance. I think that a balanced approach on climate change is to give climate sceptics a tiny amount of the airspace because that is where the science sits, whereas somebody else thinks balance means giving them 50% of the airspace. I think balance means having more than simply two views on policy positions (Government and Opposition) whilst others will be more than happy to hear from the larger players. If even how we approach ‘fact-checking’ is subjective, how on Earth are we going to ever create ‘objective’ political reporting.

And so here is where I think the fundamental problem is. The problem is not necessarily the Daily Telegraph’s main page yesterday, but rather their code of conduct that states that their reporting should be “accurate, fair and balanced”. And it’s not that they contradicted their code of conduct, but rather that they have that in their in the first place.

The simple issue is that ‘accurate, fair and balanced’ are all heavily subjective ideas all open up to many different interpretations. The simple idea that any newspaper could ever reach them is simply impossible. And we should just be willing to acknowledge that.

Antony Lowenstein has argued for something like this – saying that journalists should have to declare who they are voting for. I disagree with Antony because I think voting patterns is a very simplistic way to identify political beliefs, and that it assumes that journalists (a) always know who they’re voting for and (b) don’t change their mind. But other than that I think his argument is sound. Whilst I think there is a range of things that we should expect from journalists, I’m not convinced ‘balance’ is one of them.

And so instead of complaining about the Tele not being balanced, I think we should reframe the debate. That’s about creating a media that allows for contestation of ideas, rather than hoping that our conservative friends will live up to some code of conduct that has never been realistic. And if (as is the case) one perspective has gained more power than others in the media, the solution is not to expect them to change, but to challenge the power base that gives them so much authority (if we believe that they have real influence).

We won’t get the ‘balanced’ media so many of us want, but that will make us honest about it. It will allow for real contention of ideas, rather than some faint hope that we can all just make up our ideas once presented with ‘facts’.

Weekend reads: A final worthy of the sport

It’s election time! Are we all sick of it yet? I’m a political junky, but I am so happy about this announcement just because I want the election to be over. Only 5 weeks more now.

And in that spirit, let’s not talk about the election today. It’s a Sunday, I’m a bit hung over and I couldn’t be bothered writing about politics. ,So let’s talk about something really important – football!

Last night was the Super 15 final in Hamilton. And whilst I am bitterly disappointed to see the Brumbies lose in a nail biter, it was a great match to watch. A final worthy of the sport.

Over the past 6 – 8 months Rugby Union has quickly become my favourite sport. I have truly fallen in love.

I first started to get into union when I was a kid. My first real memory of the sport was heading to a pub in Murrumbatemen to watch the 2000 Super 12 (I forgot that it used to only be 12 teams) final. It was a miserable night. Freezing cold Canberra weather (it snowed the next day). Sitting inside a packed pub we watched the Brumbies lose by one bloody miserable point. I remember driving home, and it was sleeting, and feeling absolutely depressed.

A few years later, we managed to get tickets to the 2004 final (The Brumbies won the final in 2001 and lost in 2002, but for some reason I can’t remember those seasons), where we got our revenge. I will always remember watching Joe Roff score the final try to put the result out of any doubt. It was his final game and a great way to send off.

But in general, I’ve never really felt Rugby was a true love. I’ve enjoyed the game, but never really been obsessed. To be fair, I don’t get sports obsessed anyway. I used to be very AFL obsessed, but I’ve lost that over the past few years (maybe it will come back when my team starts to do well gain). I’ve never really felt the sport obsession.

But I reckon that has started to change now, and last night’s final cemented it for me.

At the start of this year I decided to join a rugby team – the Hustlers in Brisbane. The Hustlers is a gay-friendly team. I joined largely because I wanted to find a way into some community in Brisbane. Moving to a new city, I knew playing sport was a great way to meet people, and I felt like trying something different. I had always thought rugby would be fun to play as well – I have the build for it, and it would be a great way to get out any aggression I have.

And I have fallen in love.

I’ve struggled to really nail down exactly what it is about rugby that I love so much, but I think it is the variety. Last night you could see it. The tries scored by both teams were the result of great running play – a free flow in the sport that you can’t help but want to watch. Lealiifano’s try was a great example of it – a shift in play that came out of no where. A sudden burst of brilliance and the game was turned on it’s head.

But then at the other end, you can also see a slow, strategic, defensive game. If it wasn’t for the Brumbies defence last night I think it could have been a blow out (the same could be said for the week before). For phase after phase they managed to keep the Chiefs out – holding the ball up it tremendous fashion. The phases we slow, and to a naked eye could be seen as boring. But watching it close up you could see amazing skill, amazing patience and amazing strategy.

And I think that is what I love about the sport more than anything else. Rugby is also a really smart game. And you can see it with the Brumbies. Now, don’t get me wrong, the Brumbies squad is excellent. But it was only a couple of years ago that they were struggling to even win any games, let alone get so close to winning the final. And although their team has certainly improved, it is not necessarily through raw talent that they have made such a change. The Brumbies real change has been in direction and in strategy – the Jake White affect (I always think his name is Jack White – makes life very confusing). Last night you could see it in full swing – kicking for territory, strong defence, taking points wherever we could get them. It was the strategy that almost won it for the Brumbies last night, and I love that. You can’t just get away with buying the best team – you have to think about it.

Of course every sport has its strategy. But the thing about rugby is how integral it is. I often hear people complain about how confusing the rules of union are. But for me that is what makes it great. It is a technical game and you just can’t help but enjoy it. There is raw talent, matched with an intelligence that I just don’t think I see in many other sports.

And then of course, you get to smash some people. That’s the best bit.

Rugby. Last night proved how awesome it is. Amazing game.

ps. I get a terrible sense of awful rugby ‘fan-boyness’ happening in this post. Oh well.

Turkey and the fight for space

Originally published in the Overland Journal, 1 August 2013

I travelled to Turkey in late June to attend Global Power Shift, hosted by 350.org. It was about a month after the start of a nation-wide protest movement sparked by the proposed demolition of Gezi Park in Istanbul and I was intrigued to see what was going on. I went in with no idea about Turkish politics and little understanding of the movement. But through talking to activists and seeing it in action, I learnt a lot.

If I could use one word to describe what I saw in Turkey, it would have to be ‘space’. This was a fight about space – whether physical or metaphoric – in a world where that space is being eaten up all around.

Arriving in Taksim Square is quite intimidating. Taksim, and the adjoining Gezi Park, have been the epicenter of the protests. It is here where fifty activists took to the streets late at night to protest the removal of some trees. In so doing, they sparked a national movement.

Taksim is a bare concrete square. At one end sits the Atatürk Cultural Centre, a huge Soviet-style building with three massive flags draped down its edge – two Turkish flags and one of the building’s namesake, Mustafa Kemal Atatürk, the founder of modern Turkey and its national hero. Gezi is big and lusious – beautiful. But it was surrounded by ugliness: police tape was wrapped around its perimeter and, inside, hoards of police sat, some stroking their weapons, others chatting and laughing. All had one job: to keep the public, or more importantly, the protesters out.

Whilst I thought it Gezi nice, I didn’t really understand what all the fuss was about. How could one city park spark such a movement? It was only after I started to get to know Istanbul that I understood. It wasn’t just ‘a park’ – it was ‘the park’. Istanbul is amazing, but it is not a city of parks. Buildings, shops, merchants, cars, and people are all jammed in together in a massive metropolis. Activists lamented the growth of the place. Parklands destroyed, they said. Millions of trees cut down for highways, bridges and developments.

And it is getting worse. The government has pushed through plans for a third airport, as well as a third bridge over the Bhosphorus River (which splits Istanbul between the Asian and European sides). I was told that the Bhosphorus Bridge alone would see 1.4 million trees cut down. I could suddenly see why people were so keen to fight over their space. I could see why saving every park was so important.

But the fight wasn’t just about physical a space – it was about a public space.

About a week into my trip I went to Istanbul Pride. As we made our way on the march, the crowd started booing at a grand old building. They were booing because the building had been turned into a shopping centre – an ancient building along one of Istanbul’s grandest streets, sold for private profit.

Suddenly I could put the pieces of the puzzle together. The fight for space was, at its heart, a fight about neoliberalism. Across the city I could see the conversion from public to private, a conversion people simply did not want. Parks turned into shopping centres, historical monuments turned into expensive tourist attractions, old buildings turned into malls. Gezi was just another step in the slow degradation of public space for private profit.

It was almost haunting.

In the foreground, thousands were chanting, ‘We will not be silenced. We are gays and lesbians’. In the background, an ancient tradition, the call to prayer, blared across the crowd.

An odd contrast. A new social justice movement up against a religion seen by many as the most socially conservative in the world. Yet, somehow, it worked.

Falling just a month after the Gezi protests began, Istanbul Pride was a deserved beneficiary of the movement. Queers have played a major role in the protests. The area around Taksim is the queer part of Istanbul, potentially the most queer-friendly place in the country. Gezi itself is known as a gay beat. The Turkish Prime Minister Recep Tayyip Erdoğan is also considered to be quite homophobic. And so queers have been on the front lines defending the park.

You could see that in the march. We didn’t just chant ‘We will not be silenced, we are gays and lesbians’ and ‘You better escape, the faggots are coming’ – but also the catch cry of the Gezi movement, ‘This is just the beginning, the resistance will continue.’ We booed as we walked past Starbucks for they refused to let in injured protesters who were looking for refuge and medical help.

Activists who might not normally have been at Pride turned out in full force. The Gezi movement wasn’t just a fight for space, it became a space in itself – a space for all.

One of the biggest criticisms leveled at Tayyip has been that he is steering the country towards an Islamic system. Apart from his homophobia, of particular concern has been newly passed alcohol legislation, which significantly increased restriction on alcohol sales and advertising. Many see this as a major shift towards moving Turkey away from secularism.

As 50,000 stood in Taksim with the call to prayer in the background, this issue couldn’t have been stronger. Most of the people in the crowd would have identified as Muslims. But as they marched down the street carrying rainbow flags and chanting the catch cry of the resistance of the movement, they were fighting for a space that was all-encompassing: a space that many feel the government is trying to take away. Of course, I am sure that this space wasn’t always harmonious. But on that day, people young and old, Muslim and non-Muslim, GLBTIQ, men, women and those who didn’t identify with either gender came together to support each other in their fights.

We were told it was only going to last half an hour or so.

With the occupation of Gezi cleared out a couple of weeks earlier, activists turned to suburban parks. Each night they ran general assemblies in these parks. The movement was called #ParklarBizim (Parks are ours), with activists stating that they were showing how ‘real democracy’ works. #ParklarBizim made its way to suburban parks across the country.

We decided to go along to one in Abbasağa Park in Beşiktaş. Beşiktaş became the hub of activist activity after Gezi was cleared out, and each night Abbasağa hosted the largest of these general assemblies.

I think we lucked out. This was no regular assembly.

The assembly rules seemed pretty simple. People held their hands up and moved their fingers if they agreed with something (we call that ‘twinkle fingers’ in Australia activist circles) and would make their arms into a cross if they disagreed with something. A couple of guys facilitated the meeting, but anyone could ask questions, make arguments or move their own motions.

That night, a motion was moved to head back to Taksim, and it seemed as though people were quickly in agreement. Before I knew it, a decision had been made to march there. My heart started beating at a mile a minute. No, wait, the plans had changed.  Instead we would march to a media office close by: the Sabah and Takvim Newspaper, which have been very friendly to the Government. We would do a sit-in, and then march back. Simple.

The choice of a media agency was highly symbolic. Protesters have been highly critical of the media’s coverage of the movement. One of the more humorous symbols of the movement was the penguin, not a symbol you would expect in the summer heat of Turkey. In the first days of the protests, while CNN International was providing a live cross to Turkey, CNN Turk continued their screening of a documentary about penguins. Soon, penguins were appearing all across the city, and merchandise was made with the slogan ‘we are all penguins.’

But it was not the coverage as much as the government’s approach to the media that is the real concern. Tayyip has been accused of being heavy handed with the media and in his time has restricted television content, freedom of speech, freedom of press and internet use. More and more journalists are ending up in jail.

It took about an hour for the march to start. The assembly had to continue with its other business: asking for people to join the Legal Working Group and the Women’s Working Group, talking about education in the movement, making an announcement about the upcoming Pride. As it ended we were told that the police had stationed themselves outside the office with water cannons and ‘scorpions’: a type of police truck used to crush protests.

Now my heart was pounding even harder. The police violence in Istanbul has been well-documented, but getting there you hear shocking stories. The police are indiscriminate in the way they use their weapons – tear gas shot into main streets, hotels, and through the windows of people’s apartments. There were also reports (of course denied) that during the clearing out of Gezi unmarked officers went into the crowds and threw Molotov cocktails – a way to rile the crowd up, and to make them look culpable in the violence. The violence had been one of the major catalysts for the growth of the movement. It seemed as though the government decided there was no space for peaceful protest, and that was clearly not an idea people could handle.

I wasn’t expecting different treatment but I wanted to go on.

In the end we were lucky. The march was peaceful. We made our way loudly the media station, chanted there for half an hour or so as the police watched on, and then marched back to the park. The support we received was amazing. As we walked down streets people lent out their windows and clapped or ­– as had become tradition – banged their pots and pans together. On the main road, cars – and I mean almost every car I saw – beeped their horn in support.

As we marched back to the park I couldn’t help but think that this really represented what people were fighting for, the sort of democratic and open space people want.

After the first wave of protests, the government was quick to make concessions. They offered a referendum on the park, then started re-planting trees, and eventually a court ruled the proposal illegal. On my last day in Turkey I found out that Gezi had been reopened. Yet the protests haven’t stopped.

While this started as a fight about physical space, it is now a fight about a lot more than that. It is about a government that has been accused of becoming more conservative and more authoritarian – imprisoning journalists, taking the country on the road to becoming an Islamic state, violently breaking up protests and transferring public space into private hands at an alarming rate.

Activists are fighting for a democracy that means more than just voting once every few years. As the government becomes more conservative, and more neoliberal, they are fighting for a space for the public, a space for all.

How their fight ends will not only to define the future of Gezi Park but also of democracy in Turkey.

I wont be praising anything the Pope has to say

Originally posted on Mamamia, 31 July, 2013

When Pope Francis was installed earlier this year many were hoping for a shift in the church’s tone towards homosexuality. It seems like we may have got our wish. In a wide-ranging interview over the weekend, Francis, it was reported, reached out to homosexuals. He said:

“If someone is gay and he searches for the Lord and has good will, who am I to judge?”

The Pope has quickly received praise for his comments.

Reverand James Martin commented that ”Pope Francis’s brief comment on gays reveals great mercy.” Here at home, Australian Marriage Equality said:

“While the Pope still opposes marriage equality and thinks homosexual sex is sinful, he has opened up a space for discussion about these issues that did not exist under his predecessors.”

“This is glasnost for gay Catholics.”

I can see why people are happy. His statement is more progressive than anything that ever seemed to come out of Pope Benedict XVI’s mouth. It definitely is a shift from the past years. But unfortunately I’m going to have to hold back from my cheering.

You can read the full article at Mamamia.com.au 

Weekend reads: Catcher in the Rye

Before I went to Istanbul I said I was going to start a new series of pieces called ‘Something Different’. It obviously wasn’t the best time to try something new as I got distracted by travels, but I’m going to back into it. After a reflection I’ve decided to change the name as well – and get going with ‘weekend reads’ – something lighter and different for the weekend.

For this Sunday evening, I’m going to get going with a review of J.D. Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye.

I came into Catcher in a Rye with quite a bit of scepticism. My mother-in-law lent me the book, with a warning that it certainly did deserve the label of ‘classic’. She wanted me to see if I agreed. After finishing it however, I have taken a different perspective. Catcher in the Rye is a fascinating study of human behaviour, and one that is certainly worth reading.

For those who don’t know the piece, Catcher in the Rye is told through the lens of Holden Caulfield. Caulfield is in fact not just the main character, but basically the only character. Caulfield tells the story largely as a flashback, only returning to the present every now and then to reflect on what happened. The story covers the three or four days after he has been kicked out of prep school in Pennsylvania. With his parents expecting him home a few days, Caulfield decides he doesn’t want to shock them with his expulsion, so spends his time wandering through New York.

In doing so The Catcher in the Rye is not one of those books with a classic beginning, middle and end structure. In many ways it reminds me of On the Road by Jack Kerouc, an ongoing story where nothing really happens, but a lot happens at the same time (although I think this is much better than One the Road – a book I have never managed to finish). In doing so, Salinger paints a picture of a character going through the depths of alienation, depression, anxiety and helplessness. Caulfield is self-centered and lost, a hopeless character who is still in many ways a child, but is searching for a way to become an adult.

And it is here where I can see the criticisms of the piece. The language in the piece is simple at best, frustrating at worst. And the story has no real moral to it – it is a depressing tale with in many ways no great message to come out of it.

As Eric Lomazoff states:

“One of the most widespread criticisms of The Catcher in the Rye deals with the adolescence and repetitive nature of the main character, Holden Caulfield. Anne Goodman commented that in the course of such a lengthy novel, the reader would weary of a character such as Holden. Goodman wrote “Holden was not quite so sensitive and perceptive as he, and his creator, thought he was” (20). She also remarked that Holden was so completely self-centered that any other characters who wandered through the book, with the exception of Holden’s sister, Phoebe, had no authenticity at all.”

James Stern of the New York Times, criticised the language in the book, imitating it to provide a punch to his criticisms (this will give it a sense of what it is like to read the book). He said:

“That’s the way it sounds to me, Hel said (a friend of the author), and away she went with this crazy book, The Catcher in the Rye. What did I tell ya, she said the next day. This Salinger, he’s a short story guy. And he knows how to write about kids. This book, though, it’s too long. Gets kinds of monotonous. And he should have cut out a lot about these jerks and all at that crumby school. They depress me. They really do. Salinger, he’s best with real children. I mean the ones like Phoebe, his kid sister. She’s a personality. Holden and little Phoebe, Hel said, they kill me. This last part about her and this Mr. Antolini, the only guy Holden ever thought he could trust, who ever took any interest in him, and who turned out queer — that’s terrific. I swear it is”

And I can understand these criticisms completely. The language in the book takes a while to get used to, and at face-value Catcher doesn’t really seem to have a purpose, or any positivity to it. It follows Caulfield as he isolates friends, drops out of school, gets caught in a fight when he is over-charged by a sex-worker, and worst of all, ruins himself as he struggles with a complete sense of hopelessness about his life and his relationships. Completely centered on Caulfield (with a strong cameo from his sister Phoebe) the books paints a picture of a generation of youth completely isolated in their lives. The only two characters Caulfield ever really talks about in a positive light (apart from Phoebe), his brother Allie (who is dead) and a love-interest Jane Gallagher never appear in the book – friends and hope that are not achievable. You don’t really come out with a positive picture, nor really any answers to what is happening and why.

But for me, that is what makes Catcher in the Rye such a great piece. And it is understanding Salinger himself where I will build this argument. Salinger was raised in Manhattan, starting his writing career whilst he was in secondary. He published a number of short stories, before serving in World War II from 1940. It was at the end of his service that Salinger started to write Catcher in the Rye, his real breakthrough piece – a novel that catapulted a relatively unknown story-teller into an international limelight.

Salinger describes the book as ‘autobiographical’, telling a reporter decades after it’s publication; “My boyhood was very much the same as that of the boy in the book.”  As Gish Jen explains:

He (Salinger) did, though, like Holden, flunk out of prep school, and he was also, like Holden, manager of his high school fencing team, in which capacity he really did, according to his daughter, Margaret, once lose the team gear en route to a meet. (this is a story told by Caulfield in the piece)

More important, Salinger seems to have shared Holden’s disaffection. Numerous youthful acquaintances remember him as sardonic, rant-prone, a loner. Margaret Salinger likewise traces the alienation in the book to him, though it does not reflect for her either her father’s innate temperament or difficult adolescence so much as his experiences of anti-Semitism and, as an adult, war.

Looking at his biography, it is easy to see the sharp connection between Caulfield and Salinger, and more importantly how it comes about. Disaffected by anti-semitism and war, as well as the realities of living in the 40s and 50s, and you can see the real life frustration that is played in the book.

What I’m trying to get here, is that whilst Catcher in the Rye is frustrating and without purpose, it does so in a way that honestly reflects a world that for so many is frustrating and without purpose. Yes, Caulfield is juvenile and self-centered, but that is simply based on a reality of a world where, in Salinger’s world, young people live feeling frustrated and feeling hopeless. And you can see how this disaffection plays out in real life. In one of the best passages of the book, Caulfield explains his desire to be a deaf-mute so he doesn’t have to interact with people:

“I figured that I could get a job at a filling station somewhere, putting gas and oil in people’s cars. I didn’t care what kind of job it was, though. Just so people didn’t know me and I didn’t know anybody. I thought what I’d do was, I’d pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes. That way I wouldn’t have to have any goddam stupid useless conversation with anybody. If anybody wanted to tell me something, they’d have to write it on a piece of paper and shove it over to me. They’d get bored as hell doing that after a while, and then I’d be through with having conversations for the rest of my life. Everybody’d think I was just a poor deaf-mute bastard and they’d leave me alone . . . I’d cook all my own food, and later on, if I wanted to get married or something, I’d meet this beautiful girl that was also a deaf-mute and we’d getmarried. She’d come and live in my cabin with me, and if she wanted to say anything to me, she’d have to write it on a piece of paper, like everybody else”

Whilst never becoming deaf-mute status, you can see Caulfield’s desired life played out in Salinger. After the success of Catcher in Rye Salinger effectively became a recluse. Unable, or unwilling to deal with the exposure and attention, Salinger wrote little after Catcher in the Rye and lived his life trying to avoid attention.

And it is here where you can see the real picture of Caulfield, and Salinger. This is not just a picture of self-centered kid who has flunked out of prep-school, but a picture of a young man who struggles to engage with life. As an autobiography, Salinger doesn’t just paint a picture of himself, he paints a picture of a struggle – one that many of us face. A struggle to interact, a struggle to survive, and a struggle to find purpose. Of course, for Salinger, a famous author, this struggle takes a different sort of turn, but the realities of Caulfield’s life can relate to so many.

Yes, the book doesn’t end anywhere. There is no climax. It is depressing. But in doing so it is far more honest than many other books I read. And that is where its genius lies.

 

Queering Government

I couldn’t help but think it was some form of sick joke. This whole week has felt like a sick joke actually. Despite everything though, this felt like the worst. The most sick. At almost exactly the same time (and I mean literally the same time) Prime Minister Kevin Rudd was announcing the ALP’s new asylum seeker policy, Foreign Minister Bob Carr tweeted this:

@bobjcarr: Meeting with members of #LGBTI community on making LGBTI rights a core foreign policy priority of Rudd Government pic.twitter.com/aQUv8Y2FrO

@bobjcarr: I promise to stand up against homophobia, transphobia & biphobia. Always. pic.twitter.com/1rRHaRZbis

It’s a nice sentiment Minister, but here’s the deal. In Papua New Guinea – the place where you’re sending thousands of asylum seekers for resettlement – homosexuality is illegal. Consensual anal sex between two men can result in imprisonment for up to 14 years a man who ‘commits an act of gross indecency with another male person’ in public is subject to three years imprisonment. GLTBI people face significant discrimination, with activists reporting that queer people often find it difficult to find employment and a decent wage.

What this means is that LGBTI people fleeing persecution via boat will now be sent to a country where they could find themselves facing a very similar situation. The UN says that even the existence of laws like those in PNG, even if they aren’t strictly enforced, provide enough reason to claim asylum. We are now potentially sending queer asylum seekers to a place where they will need to seek asylum from.

This is not how you make ‘LGBTI rights a core foreign policy priority of (the) Rudd Government’. In fact, it is how you trash LGBTI as part of your foreign policies.

I have to ask what really happened on that day. Maybe Carr didn’t get the “don’t talk about LGBTI rights today, you’ll look like a fool” memo. But what I actually this is a sign of, is that whilst this Government could easily be called the most queer-friendly in the country, despite Carr’s tweets, we are far away from LGBTI rights being at the ‘core of Government’. We are far away from a ‘queer Government’.

In many ways you could consider this ALP Government as the most queer-friendly Government we’ve ever seen. In his first term Rudd moved through the same-sex omnibus bill – changes that are probably much more influential than same-sex marriage will ever be. As Foreign Minister he announced that sex and gender diverse Australians would no longer have to have a gender affirmation surgery to change their gender on their passports. And now, Rudd becomes the first PM to support marriage equality.

Despite this however, in the short month or so since Rudd has come back to power, this isn’t the first time he’s come under fire for the impact of his decisions on the queer community. In his first week, Rudd appointed Jacinta Collins as the Minister for Mental Health. Bernard Keane explains:

“Collins is from the Shop, Distributive and Allied Employees’ Association and  holds the social views one expects of a Shoppie: she is stridently anti-abortion  and a diehard opponent of same-sex marriage; “stable, biological parenting”  should be fostered “as a social norm” she said in reference to the same-sex  marriage bill last year.”

What this shows, is that whilst the ALP is almost as queer-friendly as you can get when it comes to legislation directly targeted at queer groups – marriage equality (even though that hasn’t passed yet), anti-discrimination legislation and moves to remove discrimination against trans* people, when it comes to policy that isn’t directly related to queer groups, it is showing to be lacking.

And this shows how far we have to go. Because whilst most queer-advocacy has focused on legislation to end discrimination, the queer agenda has to be about a lot more than that. Queer rights do not just sit in some part of the Attorney Generals Office as we ensure all discrimination is removed from legislation. It sits in every Government Department and in every part of our society.

In the Foreign Affairs Department it means making sure all decisions take into account LGBTI rights and that we actively promote these rights globally. In the Health and Education Departments in means not just removing discrimination, but also making sure these services take into account the needs of diverse spectrum of our community. That means having services that don’t make assumptions about sexuality or gender, and are ready and prepared to work with the full diversity of our society. In the Department of Employment this means facing up to the discrimination queer people face in the workplace and tackling it head on.

But it is more than that. Because a queering of Government isn’t just about queer people – it is about all of us. A queering of Government also means working towards a queering of society – breaking away from norms about sexuality and gender across all spectrums of our society, creating an inclusive and free place for all to express themselves. That means not using terms like ‘mincing poodle’ when attacking the opposition and certainly not promoting MPs and Senators who have a history of homophobia to important ministries.

So despite nice words being said by our Foreign Minister the last few weeks have shown that we are far away from a proper queering of Government. The ALP may say the right things, but their actions show we have a long way to go.

If PNG is the answer, we’re asking the wrong question

Sometimes it’s hard to know where to start. On Friday night I had no idea where to start. Kevin Rudd’s new asylum seeker policy shocked me. I literally had no words. Over the weekend, I’ve been trying to ask myself, how have we ended up at this point? How has the PNG solution been the answer that we’ve apparently been looking for? For me, it all comes down to the policy question we have been asking, and I think we’ve been asking the wrong one for far too long.

The problem I have with the ALP’s policy is not the practice or the deal itself, but the logic that underlies it. A logic is based on one simple question; how can we deter people from coming to Australia by boat? How can we ‘stop the boats’?

Concern about stopping the boats is genuine. I don’t want to deny that. Even if I don’t agree, I am not here to say that concerns about border security, about asylums seekers taking jobs, and about the idea that they are jumping the queue are not real. The latest concern, the genuine horror of people dying at sea, is probably the most serious, and in many ways, the most compelling.

And if we look at it this way, deterrence makes sense. If we want people to stop dying at sea, we need to deter them from making the trip in the first place. The question, how do we deter people from coming, is obvious. But, when you look at this policy – one which is a pretty clear final answer (for the moment) of this question – you can see why the question itself is so problematic.

The logic behind a deterrence strategy is simple as well. You create an end destination that is worse that the place people left in the first place. You create a place that is ‘not worth the risky boat trip’. We’ve tried many different ways; detention centres, temporary visas, no-disadvantages tests – but they’ve all still resulted in the final goal – the opportunity to live in Australia. This policy takes that away.

Let’s just reflect on. I’ve never been forced to live in a war-torn country. I’ve never faced persecution that has made me fear for my life. I’ve never thought I needed to seek asylum somewhere. I cannot speak for the experiences asylum have and are going through. But it seems logical to me that in a world of terror, war, persecution, famine, disease and death, you have to create a pretty terrible place to be a real deterrence.

And this is where it all unravels. Because unfortunately for Rudd and the ALP, I don’t think the PNG solution finds that place. In fact, I don’t think anywhere does. In Australian Greens materials sent out over the weekend they featured an asylum seeker Najeeba who fled from Afghanistan by boat in 2000 fleeing the Taliban. Najeeba, the Greens said, is Hazaras, an ethnic minority in Afghanistan that still faces significant discrimination. One quote from Najeeba really stood out to me:

“We take our chances with boats because the Australian Government could never match the horror we flee from.”

And this is the reality, and will stay the reality for many when looking at the PNG solution. The terror so many people are facing means that deterrence is almost impossible to achieve. In fact in an interview over the weekend, Immigration Minister Tony Burke, unexpectedly highlighted that fact, saying:

“The commitment under the convention is not for people to be able to move to a country with a particular average income … [it] is for people to be safe and to be free from persecution.

“The Australian Government will assist Papua New Guinea in making sure those commitments can be met.”

In doing so, Burke admits one of the fundamental flaws of the policy – that it still provides an opportunity to find a place that is safer than many of the situations people may be facing, and therefore find a place that is worth a risky boat trip to. There is a real chance people will still come by boats – but we will now just be making life much more difficult for them.

But it is not the failure of the basic logic that makes this policy so bad. It is when it works that it becomes really terrible. By creating a place that is worse than the place people are fleeing what we are doing is potentially leaving people in situations of persecution, war and potential death.

Let’s take a look for example at people fleeing persecution because of their sexuality. Under the UN, the simple existence of legislation that bans homosexuality is cause for claims of asylum. The problem is however that these very sorts of laws exist in Papua New Guinea. Anal sex between two men is banned in PNG with prison sentences of up to 14 years. A person who ‘commits an act of gross indecency with another male person’ in public in subject to 3 years imprisonment. GLTBI people face significant discrimination in PNG. LGBTI people in PNG are not free of persecution.

That means we could easily have situations where people who are fleeing persecution because of their sexuality end up in a place where homosexuality is illegal. They end up in a place with legislation that the UN defines as harsh enough to warrant a claim of asylum. The capacity to escape persecution is gone.

And it’s not just queers who face this fate. We’ve heard plenty of statistics about violence against women, sex trafficking and general violence in Papua New Guinea. It is considered one of the most violent places in the world. Unfortunately, our most northern neighbour is not a safe place for many, and the details of the current plan don’t provide answers to how people will be safe in their new home.

And so for some, the policy will work. The deterrence will be enough. PNG will be an awful enough place to avoid to ensure people stay elsewhere. But that in itself is where the greatest tragedy lies.

Because whilst Labor and Coalitions politicians are talking about ‘saving lives at sea’, the harsh reality is that people are only risking their lives at sea because they are at risk at home. Most of the people who are coming to Australia by boat are not doing so because they just feel like risking their life, but because the threat at home is so grave that the risk is worth it. As Karl Kruszelnicki said:

“Refugees are not coming here because we have really good TV shows. They’re coming because people are shooting at them.”

And so when we deter them from coming, what we are doing is leaving them in a place where their lives are at even more risk than when they are at sea.

So yes, we may ‘save lives at sea’. But in doing so, we are ignoring the lives being lost at war, in famine, and through persecution overseas. We wont get awful images on our TV screens anymore, but the lives are still being lost.

So where does this leave us? For some, the trip on the boat will still be worth it. With the realities of life in so many places, I can still see why the option presented by this Government is a better option than what many may be facing at home. But for the ones we stop the fate could be even worse. For the ones we stop, the fate is to keep them in a world of persecution, fear and death. They may not die at sea, but they will face the threat of death and persecution at home – somewhere we can’t see them.

The fundamental problem with this policy is the underlying logic behind it. We are asking the wrong questions, and in doing so getting the wrong answers. The question shouldn’t be how do we deter people, but how do we ensure people are safe and free of persecution? Deterrence is not a solution to the refugee problem. Instead, the solution lies in ending the persecution and death in the first place, and then when it exists providing safe options for people to escape to safety.