What we were

There are two stories (both true) that I like and sometimes tell:-

The first is from the autobiography of Robert Muldoon, National Party Prime Minister of New Zealand for many years.  I liked Muldoon’s feisty character, which is why I bought his book.  His policies were just Tory socialism, however.  Anyway, there was a time during his Prime Ministership when Maori radicals were particularly unhappy with him (though many Maori gang members loved him) and there had been bomb threats made against him.  So a police guard was mounted on Vogel House, where N.Z. Prime Ministers live.  This being New Zealand, however, the police knocked off at 7pm and went home!  So about 10 pm one night there was a knock on the door at Vogel house and there was nobody there to answer it but Muldoon and his family.  So what did our Rob do?  He answered the door personally!  When he did so he found three big Maoris standing there.  Were they there to assault him?  What did they say?  They said: “Rob, we saw your light on so we just dropped in to wish you goodnight.”  They then all shook hands amid smiles all round and went off waving goodbye.

That story still makes me misty-eyed.  It does show something of Muldoon’s guts but to me it mainly makes me mourn for the civil society we might have had and which New Zealand perhaps once was.

Another story in a similar vein is about England just after World War II.  A Central European refugee had been given asylum in Britain but was in a category where he had to have some sort of residence permit which needed renewing from time to time.  There came a time, however, when he inadvertently let his permit run out.  So he got a visit from the local Bobby (policeman) early one morning.  This of course struck terror into him.  Under both the Nazi and Communist regimes he had known, having your papers out of order led to immediate jailing at the least.  So a policeman was terminally dangerous.  The conversation went something like:

BOBBY: “Mr X, I have come around because your permit to stay in Britain has expired.”

MR X:  “I beg of you to forgive me.  It must have slipped my mind.”

BOBBY:  “That’s all right.  I have to come by here on my way home tonight so give me your old permit and I will drop you in a new one on my way past tonight”.  As the Bobby rode off on his bicycle, funny helmet and all, Mr X still could not believe his senses.

That story makes me misty-eyed too.  How much we have lost! I doubt that such a thing would happen in modern-day Britain.  In modern-day Britain (and Australia) we have “welfare” workers raiding homes to seize children from their parents on the basis of mere speculation.  Truly abusive parents, however, are routinely allowed to keep control of their children.  “Social Worker” and “Gestapo” seem to mean much the same thing nowadays.  Evil, of course, normally needs to drape itself in the cloak of good intentions.  Wise people judge the intentions by the behaviour, however: “Deeds, not words”.  The desiccated old bags (mostly unmarried) who generally seem to run government Social Work activities one way or another are just arrogant and self-righteous Leftist busybodies who hate normal families.  The young social workers who are their front-line troops are generally harmless enough, however.  I have happy memories of two of them.

A final story that also tends to brings on the mistiness is one John Howard told in his victory speech in the 1996 Australian Federal Election.  Howard said that like everyone else that day he had had to line up in order to cast his vote.  (Casting a vote in Australia at the time did often require some patience.  A 20 minute wait was not unknown, which is a lot by Australian standards).  He found himself standing in a line behind a man whom he saw holding a Labor Party “How-to-Vote” card.  The man turned around, saw the future Prime Minister standing behind him and said, “Hello. Nice to meet you.  But I am still not going to vote for you”.  John Howard then said on national TV that that incident typified for him what Australia is all about.  I have to agree.  In how many other countries would a future Prime Minister find himself in that humble and humbled position AND BE GLAD OF IT?  It also showed John Howard as a sensitive and thinking man in being appreciative of the civil and yet “no nonsense” society we have here in Australia.  He deserves his victories.

Posted by jonjayray on Thursday, June 16, 2005 at 09:35 AM in No particular place to go
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